So lately Ive been feeling like I havent really accomplished anything. The book ive been "writing" is still untitled an my dreams of being on oprah promoting my work is still.....a dream. I thought for quite sometime now that I was a "nothing", you know those people that have no talent, nothing to offer to society and I call these people the "takers". Being a taker I felt kind of down for a very long time, I wanted to be someone, I wanted to be important, I wanted to be like sophie kinsella, or yasmina khadra. I want to be an author, and I know that a few chapters of an untitled book wont make me an author but even I have dreams. I figured of all the authors trying to make it big, of the thousands of writers working towards their dreams, why am I so special? Well sadly I am not special, and maybe not as good as the other writers out there. I realized being a taker is not so bad, sometimes to be a writer you need an audience to appreciate talent an work and that to me is just as important. A writer is nothing without its readers. I guess what I'm trying to say is that even if my dreams don't work out, I'm playing a major part in making other dreams come true. If we all made it, who would be our critics when everyone is too busy competing with each other. One day if InshAllah it happens then alhamdulilah an if not then good luck to all the other writers out there.

p.s I still want to be on oprah

signed

avid reader

Tis a time of happiness and joy and this is a message to all that have or are beginning a new phase in their lives.....

To all the new mothers, fathers, and expecting parents. To the newly weds and soon to be couples. To those who have just stepped out of highschool an those who have just ended the long an treacherous journey of postsecondary. To those who have seen their loved ones after a long period of time, and those who have packed their bags an have moved into islamic grounds. To those who have finally decided to make a dream come true an to those whose dreams have already come true.

May you all take advantage of this joyous occasion and thank Allah (swt) upon recieving such a blessing.


When he (the Prophet) (pbuh) used to receive pleasant news, he (pbuh) would say:

‘All Praise is for Allaah by whose favour good works are accomplished.’

الْحَمْـدُ للهِ الَّذي بِنِـعْمَتِهِ تَتِـمُّ الصّـالِحات

Al hamdu li-l-lâhi l-ladhî bi-ni^cmatihi tatimmu s-sâlihâtu.

Ive built an enemy line between the mosquito and I, this is beyond war, this is hatred to a new level!!!

My dear bloodsuckers, what have I ever done to you, please spare me the grief and humility of scratching in places I dare not scratch in public. Im aware of the sweetness of my blood but Ive been told the blood of a swine is far sweeter than mine. O mosquito's I beg of thee to leave me in peace, leave me in my tranquil state of non itching. I bid thee farewell, for these scratches will leave scars and I will be forced to remember you always, this is a promise I have no choice but to keep. This wound that you leave behind will forever be a part of me, an will remain a memory of what wouldve been a beautiful day until a mosquito bit me......

good day now

*scratches on out of blogspot*

Here I am as emotional as ever an the topic for today is UNREALISTIC EXPECTATIONS.
Of course everything I talk about in here is from personal experience, nothing too specific but pretty general in a sense that I the blogger also have the right to keep some things private.

I think that going into relationships people have expectations about the other that is just extremely unrealistic. By relationships I don't mean the western term of boyfriend and girlfriend, but I mean someone looking for marriage. In most cases I find the men always have ridiculous requirements in there list that are at times unnecessary. I feel that if you wish for an educated person in your life, you should be educated yourself, or if you wish for a women to be fit an attractive the other person must be trying their best to be healthy as well. I do understand that we shouldnt settle for less but how can you ask for someone so great when you yourself are not doing the part to fit that criteria. When did people stop being so real?

Everyone an everything seem so plastic, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I miss moments where one is praised for just being simple.

signed

hmmmm

How creepy was that, an earthquake in southern ontario, I never thought I'd live to see the day. Today surprisingly my motherly instincts kicked in when I felt my bed shaking, my initial reaction was "hmmmm this doesnt feel right" an after reading all the bbm updates on my phone (thanks guys) I realized it was an earth quake. AAAAHHH!!! now where is my little sister, is she alive, is she dead, how come noone is at my house. Maybe their stuck in the basement somewhere or maybe something fell on my family an their out there hopefully straining to keep their last breaths....In those few minutes of confusion I felt the world shake again...metaphorically that is, until that thought bubble was popped when the door opened an it was my dear old dad. Carrying a tray full of ice caps an a smile on his face my dad screeched in an excited tone "did you feel the earth quake!!"

well yes baba...yes I did

Relieved, an Loving my family *sigh*

Sometimes as humans we never appreciate what we have. When its within reach its invisible and when its out of reach it suddenly becomes the most valuable thing ever. Now I dont mean to be vague but this concept can be associated with anything. When its gone we crave for it, but we never stop to think why it was taken from us to begin with. We don't stop and say Alhamdulilah but we complain until it comes back only to realize that when it does return we get it on a silver platter. This is the blessing of Allah (swt) and when I say "we" I mostly mean myself. I realized if I didnt have such a negative connotation towards these things, and actually sat down and thought of the severity of my actions I would be more patient. The funny thing about all this is that no matter how many times I'm reminded (by my mother) I never learn my lesson, I react first and understand later. Now I hope my patience does increase because I do believe its a virtue. Because all the things that I had lost were only replaced with better things, and if I had known this earlier maybe I wouldve stopped myself from crying to begin with.

Enlightened (Hope I spelled that right)

The english language seems to be evolving and the bad part is I feel like I don't understand people any more. New words are being created that I can't seem to find in the oxford dictionary. The other day someone asked me if I was straight and the only response I could give was "I'm not gay". My friend laughed and responded with "no silly I mean are you good, do you got loochie?". To avoid any further embarrassment I smiled and nodded my head. I don't like slang, its not english. If I was so concerned with learning another language I would dedicate my time to learning my own somali language again (which I happen to suck at). Is slang supposed to be cool, because you found a shorter way to pronounce a long word, doesnt that just make a person lazy. We should either get these words in the dictionary or stop making stuff up. And no urban dictionary is not a dictionary. I would be grateful if someone politely asked "how are you?" instead of a "whats cracking" thats confusing because, I havent cracked anything *looks around to see if something was stepped on*

p.s I put the pic up only because I thought it was cool.