Creeping into my Thoughts 

Escaping Life's Shackles

We all long for companionship, someone we can turn to in our times of need. The times we need uplifting, for advice and for laughter. It seeps beneath our skin to the deepest level and becomes almost a necessity. Eventually, we think we have found this connection, so we hang onto them. We cling to them with every ounce of us but eventually, no matter how hard we try, how much kindness and support we give, they more than likely leave.

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For the soul in despair…

The Indian Reverted Muslimah...

There will be times when you will be in two minds,times that you will stagger.

Moments when you sit alone introspecting your choice

Those moments when you shall try to understand what future holds but the view will only be blurry.

You think and strive, hoping things to ease maybe not so scary,

You may heave a sigh, for you know that only He knows what future holds. You will smile at this realisation.

You didn’t even know a year back, that this day you would be sitting here and thinking this.

Everyday unfolds as a new chapter and when you close your eyes everyday, you amaze yourself at your performance for that day.

Good or bad, you survived another day.
Tomorrow can be better In shaa Allah.

Remind yourself that you are not alone. Console yourself for only you can.

These tears that you shed, will be counted.
For…

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The Hidden Gem

Escaping Life's Shackles

As my health began to take a downward spiral I was left with little energy; at 3am I gave up attempting to sleep at all. Although, there was a huge benefit in this; it gave me a chance to press the pause button in life, I had an opportunity to reflect and for a moment I had stopped chasing the world. Fearing the worse, my mind totally switched to The Hereafter. I began to wonder if my soul was taken at this very moment, would I be pleased with my efforts? Would Al-Muhiyy (The Giver of Life) be pleased with me? And then I realised one thing I had lacked the most; Gratitude.

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International Women’s Day

Making sense of this thing called life...





Today is International Women’s Day. Each year, I reflect on what it is to be a woman in today’s society. While these thoughts are ones I frequent regularly, today especially, I am reminded of how lucky I am to be born in a time and place where women are celebrated. I am reminded of the hard working feminists before me, without whom, I would not be able to feel so utterly comfortable in my own identity. Now don’t get me wrong, while women’s rights have come a long way, there is still a long way to go. But today I choose to celebrate. Today I am reminded of how many incredible, hard working, intelligent, and beautiful women have touched my life. And today, I hope you take the time to do the same, and recognize the wonderful women in your life. ❤️

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The Ugly Truth About Love 

I’ve been in a situation recently where I was in a relationship for about three years. I moved and the guy and I decided we would take a break but he continuously stayed in touch with me. Called me babe, told me he missed me and loved me… etc (pretty much what we usually did in a relationship). We continued this awkward no title relationship from my end for about a year. I didn’t like how I was being treated. He didn’t treat me bad, I just wanted to make it official or to cut it off. It wasn’t until I found out he had a girlfriend on the side and he still talked to me. He was being really selfish because he didn’t want me talking to other people yet here he was, being in a relationship. I was broken. Literally broken. I imagine my whole life with this guy. But like you said, I had to get out of my fairytale and remember that in reality, he’s not treating me the way I want to ev treated. Love truly is blind! It took me a while to see again.

@iamkiro

Love is blind, so the saying goes. Are you so hooked on the idea of love that you’re ignoring the reality?

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Enough?

A Dreamer Soul

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There is a point in everyone’s lives, maybe for some is their entire life or simply certain times, where they are told they are not good enough. They are told my society, by the media or even by family and close friends. And we start to think that.

“I am not good enough. I am not skinny enough, or curvy enough, or tall enough. I am not pretty enough. I am not strong enough.” Everyone thinks they are less of “something”. And the saddest part is that we believe it, so clearly and dearly that we start becoming less than we actually are and deserve to be.

Maybe you feel that you are not smart enough, or fun enough. If you are not into maths it doesn’t mean you aren’t smart. Or if you are into maths it doesn’t mean you are not fun or are lacking in any other…

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Baring the Female Breasts: Beyond Objectification

Stories From the Belly

There is so much more to a woman’s relationship to her breasts than meets the naked eye. In this post, I am thrilled to have two of my favorite bloggers, KS of Kosher Adobo and Jennifer Berney of Goodnight Already, joining me as we pay homage to this most famous of feminine body parts.

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Two Tahitian Women by Paul Gauguin

CHERRY

I am a junior in boarding school. Behind me is a “Save Sex” poster and a perfume ad: “Femme Fatale: When the female of the species is more dangerous than the male.” It’s the night before the first day of school. I am tugging on the neck of my shirt, admiring my bra strap. Every bra I owned just a year before was white or beige, looking more like bandages for my then AA breasts. But this 36B brassiere, red and lined with lace, which I bought…

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Blah! Blah! Blah!

Mush Too Much

Blah! Blah! Blah! My head is in complete overdrive. I don’t know what I’m thinking or feeling from one minute to the next. Blah! That’s all the sense I can make out of my thoughts. Blah! Blah! Blah!

I don’t know what to think or how to form it into any coherent manner. It’s both frustrating & bewildering. I have no idea what to make of it all in the slightest…

So in a nutshell BLAH!!

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