Thats what I've learned this week.this Tuesday was the 10th day of Muharram ,a day on which we are encouraged to spend on our families .Allah increases the provision of one who does so and this year I witnessed it almost immediately!
I love this time of the year,there's such a thrill in the exchanging of gifts.in Islam we are encouraged to do so as it builds love between each other and I'm certain helps to improve the quality of our relationships.so often it's not the item one receives that is important,rather I find the effort behind it to be the real highlight.it makes me smile thinking how the giver took the time to make or buy the gift,wrapping it as best they can and presenting it to you with love. a very important aspect to remember during the exchange of gifts is appreciation.whether its a sweet you have received or an M3,be gracious and express your gratitude.so heres A BIG thank you to all who have showered my family and I with gifts of your time and wealth. May the Almighty bless you eternally.
No matter your financial standing try to give as much as possible and be sincere.u will be amazed by the rewards both in this world and in the Hereafter.
Have a spiritually charged weekend
Until u read again
Ma'assalam
Friday 9 December 2011
Friday 2 December 2011
Anger is the opposite of sanity
I had mentioned giving birth made me discover some things about myself ,some that I'm not particularly proud off.chalk it up to the baby blues or hormones,I have previously never known myself to be that angry ,irratable or moody.
I guess you are allowed to be a bit under the weather emotionally,considering the enormous change your body has been through.but once the weather seems to be constantly "stormy" u know something's amiss.when other peoples concern and advice grates on your nerves u realize the devil takes his chances .he makes a person see things in a light that may have been unintended or non existent.and this doesn't just apply to woman who have given birth.how often is it that as quickly as the storm within rages,it subsides. So a pertinent question to ask when provoked is" Can u count to 10 and walk away?" it may deprive u of your opportunity to vent but it would give u something far greater.thats strength!
We say and do things in anger that we regret.so empower yourself with positive thoughts and zikr (rememberance of Allah).
u will resist the urge to punch someone in the face or avoid the urge entirely.
Until u read again
Ma'assalam
I guess you are allowed to be a bit under the weather emotionally,considering the enormous change your body has been through.but once the weather seems to be constantly "stormy" u know something's amiss.when other peoples concern and advice grates on your nerves u realize the devil takes his chances .he makes a person see things in a light that may have been unintended or non existent.and this doesn't just apply to woman who have given birth.how often is it that as quickly as the storm within rages,it subsides. So a pertinent question to ask when provoked is" Can u count to 10 and walk away?" it may deprive u of your opportunity to vent but it would give u something far greater.thats strength!
We say and do things in anger that we regret.so empower yourself with positive thoughts and zikr (rememberance of Allah).
u will resist the urge to punch someone in the face or avoid the urge entirely.
Until u read again
Ma'assalam
Thursday 1 December 2011
All those moments..
Thinking about lil mans future got me thinking about my past.the days when we would play until every last drop of energy was used up and we would pass out in weird random places.
I think I can best describe my childhood as being 'charmed'.it was the kind of childhood I wish every child could have. It was not filled with material wealth as one might think but it was filled with the wealth of love.and I think that contributed to it being as good as it was.growing up on a farm we had ample space for our imaginations to grow,and grow they did.i recall so many of our sentences beginning with the words 'lets pretend' .my mind falls back picturing the large gum trees which provided the perfect demarcations for our 'large mansions' and the flowers that fell from it made the finest jewels.its sheathes of bark made for 'large serving platters' on which our delicious mud creations were served.And then there were our 'pets'.any hapless animal that happened to wander onto our property became 'ours'.we had em all from a baby owl to a chameleon .we found it binding on ourselves to take care of them,digging up worms and Catching flies for the aforementioned when they were perfectly capable of fending for themselves. our adopted friends were endlessly entertaining except for maybe the skunk who made himself rather comfy in our veranda. The days seemed much longer back then,and our play would last as long as there was light.
I think Our mum is largely to thank for all the fun ,she allowed us to get our hands dirty and wasn't phased when we took half of the contents of the house outside to use as props.she allowed us to be kids and we loved every minute
Until you read again
Ma'assalaam
Typing this out and I'm smiling inside.
I think I can best describe my childhood as being 'charmed'.it was the kind of childhood I wish every child could have. It was not filled with material wealth as one might think but it was filled with the wealth of love.and I think that contributed to it being as good as it was.growing up on a farm we had ample space for our imaginations to grow,and grow they did.i recall so many of our sentences beginning with the words 'lets pretend' .my mind falls back picturing the large gum trees which provided the perfect demarcations for our 'large mansions' and the flowers that fell from it made the finest jewels.its sheathes of bark made for 'large serving platters' on which our delicious mud creations were served.And then there were our 'pets'.any hapless animal that happened to wander onto our property became 'ours'.we had em all from a baby owl to a chameleon .we found it binding on ourselves to take care of them,digging up worms and Catching flies for the aforementioned when they were perfectly capable of fending for themselves. our adopted friends were endlessly entertaining except for maybe the skunk who made himself rather comfy in our veranda. The days seemed much longer back then,and our play would last as long as there was light.
I think Our mum is largely to thank for all the fun ,she allowed us to get our hands dirty and wasn't phased when we took half of the contents of the house outside to use as props.she allowed us to be kids and we loved every minute
Until you read again
Ma'assalaam
Typing this out and I'm smiling inside.
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