Don't you just love kids?! SubhaanAllah, went to South Woodford Masjid today to meet a potential. In the next room in which I was waiting, there was a children's class taking place. The serenity of the class was at a level that cannot be described. If you ever get a chance to experience it, visit the Masjid on any Sunday at around 11ish. Your heart will adore the purity and the cleanliness of the air within the mosque in the presence of the children - probably due to their innocence and purity.
The kid's were learning Arabic, and when the teacher asked "What is this?" - pointing at a picture of a snake, they all responded with 'Tharboot', all harmonious and all correct. By the way - the kids were toddlers, from all cultural backgrounds!! Super Duper I hear you cry!
Even better - When the kid were asked where the "Tharboot" came from - Who made it? The children replied "Allah". Quality!
It's great, and did you know; studies have proven to show that Languages should be taught to chidren at a younger age when their brains are thirsty for knowledge. Not in their teens when their minds are polluted with the likes of Eastenders & Corrie, and all they want to hear is the lastest in hip hop. The best time for children to memorise the Qur'an is also at this age when their hearts are also pure, which brings me to this link:
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-2733290301686560541&q=child+reciting+the+Quran&hl=en
Beautiful hey? No words can describe this. It's actually the best recitation of the Qur'an I have come across.
May Allah guide us all so He gives us our Book of Deeds in our right hands, and help us to correct previous mistakes; and the strength to repent for our sins. Ameen.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Friday, October 27, 2006
Poems: Flutterby my Butterfly
Guess I've always been confidently insecure - strong on the outside, and soft in the middle. I suppose that's my way of making sure that the person will be there thru the good and the bad times. So I'll push them away as far as possible. Maybe I pushed too far? or maybe this guy weren't mine in the first place.
It's been a year since I first met Bibi. And I still feel the same as when I first met him. It's unfortunate he didn't feel the same. Tho, I definatly give him credit for trying. I don't think time was wasted; I have become an even stronger person then before, at a time I thought I was weak.
I would advise anyone who is looking to get married with the following;
It's been a year since I first met Bibi. And I still feel the same as when I first met him. It's unfortunate he didn't feel the same. Tho, I definatly give him credit for trying. I don't think time was wasted; I have become an even stronger person then before, at a time I thought I was weak.
I would advise anyone who is looking to get married with the following;
- If you think you can grow with the person - in all ways possible, then go for it. And when you think things may be getting tough - try to remember why you got together in the first place. The things you like about the person.
- Looks fade, so don't always look for 100% attraction and attraction doesn't have to be physical either. But if you feel you won't be faithful to an unattractive spouse, then so be it. From what I have been told however, the person whom you marry whether eye candy or rock candy, upon marriage, is the most beautiful person in your eyes and that's what matters. For beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Don't want to be a burden. The first of a string of poems I sent Bibi following the evening when told me he wasn't physical attracted to me. For the first time during my search for companionship, I truely thought I had found someone similar to myself - Aqeedah, thought-process, family orientation. Most of all, he had a good heart. But when he told me his hinderance - that he wasn't attracted, that was the first time my heart shattered but at this point, I wasn't in love. I was just happy (before he told me the news that is). Or maybe I did love him - I certainly loved his character, and his good heart. Just didn't know him enough to be 'in love' with him?
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet" - [Plato - Greek Philisopher]
Don't want to be aburden. 12/12/2005 11:49
To: bibi@xxx.com
From: moonbeamfairy@blogspot.com
I've been thinking for a while now
That you're heart will never be mine
Cos my looks you don't appreciate
You need someone you think is 'so fine'
So now my beautiful butterflyI will let you go,
Just promise me you'll try
To bring up a family in the deen
But most of all, marry someone with whom you are 100% keen.
Because love starts with attraction at first sight
Its something that cannot be forced with all your might
Unless you get to know someone over some time
Which is something that is neither yours nor mine
I do not wish to force something upon you
Something that you don't really want to do
I do not want to be a burden on someone
Especially the one whose meant to be my companion
It's unfortunate that it's come to an end like this
My time with you I will surely miss.
Always, no matter what,
keep a smile on your face
And always, in Qadr of Allah must you keep faith.
Take it e'zi. Peace be upon you. Flutter by, my butterfly, FLY.
Little did I realise his heart was better then I had first imagined. His failure to comply was deeper, more personal and less shallow then mere good-looks. Unfortunately his home life was somewhat less then fruity which resulted in disconnection. In response, he wrote:
Don't want to be a curtain 13/12/2005 11:10
To: moonbeamfairy@blogspot.com
From: Bibi@xxx.com
Ive been silly for a while now
That my heart is stupid and mine
My Looks are dead and you appreciate
I'm flying around, but you keep me in line.
So I leap inthe air like a butterfly
Fall straight on my face from the sky
Stand up straight and hold my deen Im a family man,
with religion and keen
Allah sends care and love, for your sight
Cor blimey you saw me and had a freight !
Time will tell time it will tell C'mon love ring that bell !!
Force yourself upon me and do I'll return the favour and cum to you
Burden burden burden has to be on someone,
Come on barbie lets go party ah ah ah, your my companion !!
Its a shame my nose is big like this,
If it disappeared surely ud miss
But I will always have a smile on my face,
And I thank Allah that my teeth require no brace.
I'd flutter away like a butterfly,
but you know i'd fall from the sky !!!
(extra verse)Fatty fatty ratty thats who i am, tinsel town galore love it all the time,
Blackie blackie blackie thats not me, c'mon barbie start that party, and bemine !!! ; O)
Hmm... I think maybe he wanted someone 'like me'. Just not me.
Be my Purdah 13/12/2005 14:29
To: Bibi@XXX.co.uk
From: moonbeamfairy@blogspot.com
Well my darling you've done something now
Started off a roller coster ride, and I'm asking how?
Did I come across someone so crazy
I'm sure in years to come you'll never cease to amaze me
To keep hold of the deen we both surely must
And fulfil this fellowship, and base it on trust
But my concern is one - you don't want to be a curtain?
Well a Purdah for me, you shall be for certain
I will need you to protect me, my heart and soul
But I am not someone whom you can easily mould
I have my own character, parts of which you will hate
But sooner or later we will both realise, we can't live without our bestmate
You must also realise I come from a family of love
One whom I wish to help - for it was He from up above
Who put me on this Earth, and gave me a treat
And also told me the gates to Jannah are under your mothers feet
Don't get me wrong, for your Wife I intend to be
When we both say 'Kabul', to my heart I'll give you the key
I will try to help you fulfil all your dreams the best I can
long as you promise this is forever, and you'll only be my man
(Extra Verse)Fatty Fatty Fatty, No you cannot be, The deen does not allow this to happen you see It is sunnah to keep yourself ready and fit
Just in case disaster may hit
To: moonbeamfairy@blogspot.com
From: bibi@xxx.com
Blankty blank, check book and pen
Roller coster has started so pick up your pen !
I'll amaze you and act real crazy
But remember this at times im lazy
Hold our deen we shall do and must
Begin our journey all based on trust
Your concern is me being drawn like a curtain
Come over luv and open me up and then ull be certain!!
Protect you and my family with my life and soul
Kiss you and caress you against the wall !!!
Haram haram you may shout
But in your mind you have no doubt.
Love your family it's a must,
Help me love them too till I bust
My wife must love the pizza crust
And then after that comes the lust !!
My wife my love you shall be
Hold onto that key while I go for a weee!!
My pudding my love fulfil my dream
Im your man, and dnt forget the coffee with cream.(Extra extra read all about it!)
Wobble wobble toil and trouble
Look at me im your double !!
I have no comment. I feel like crap. I miss him. And I want to be with him. I'm restraining myself not to text or email. When things feel wrong. They just feel wrong. I did my Istikhara, and I still don't understand why he's gone and I can't let go.
Might I suggest; if you're looking for marriage not a relationship. Act fast. Don't procrastinate and allow your thoughts to hinder what might be a good thang. At the end of the day, Allah knows best. But if you allow months to pass before you act, you may as well say good-bye from day one.
People come and go...
I have come to the conclusion that Allah puts people in our lives in order to learn from them and educate us in some way or another. Then when the person leaves from your life, they either leave a pleasant scent or a pungant smell; but whatever the case may be, we should become better people for it.
There have been times in which I have been the helper, in which case I learnt to help others... conduct myself in order that the other person benefits.
Other times when things go wrong it can be a great test on our strength, but again it makes us stronger people for it. What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger.
I was left pretty baffled by the whole situation with 'Bibi', but now Alhumdulillah... I feel like I learnt how not to be when someone leaves my life. In hindsight, had it been my best mate I would have just let her go... but then again, for her to leave my life there has to have been a MAJOR disagreement between us and I'm sure we would both make our situations clear to each other. Bibi didn't do that... he just let me get on with it, and think what I wanted to think.. Now that was cruel!! Anyway, InshaAllah I'll not go down that route again, Want to marry me? Once you've got to know me, then don't procratinate... get your family to come to mine and make it HALAL! Cos that's where me a Bibi went wrong - we kept meeting up for coffee's now and again, and it didn't go anywhere. I was too afraid of rejection to ask him to involve his parents, and he.. well ... only God knows.
I was thinking, should come back again - would I take him back? You know what... I honestly don't know. The first time we met, it was cool, and then he told me he couldn't do it due to family reasons. Then the second time, I kept at an arms length - and so did he. But.. again he broke it off. Finally, I didn't want to give him my heart... and found it difficult to write the poems I did at the beginning (see blog 'Butterfly poems) purely because I realise now that I was heart-broken from the previous times, and didn't want to be again. But needless to say, it still shattered me. But then again, when one looses something, or someone they love.. naturally, you miss it and you want it.. and will do anything to keep it. But what the mind doesn't understand, and the heart does - It's gone... it's gone.
There have been times in which I have been the helper, in which case I learnt to help others... conduct myself in order that the other person benefits.
Other times when things go wrong it can be a great test on our strength, but again it makes us stronger people for it. What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger.
I was left pretty baffled by the whole situation with 'Bibi', but now Alhumdulillah... I feel like I learnt how not to be when someone leaves my life. In hindsight, had it been my best mate I would have just let her go... but then again, for her to leave my life there has to have been a MAJOR disagreement between us and I'm sure we would both make our situations clear to each other. Bibi didn't do that... he just let me get on with it, and think what I wanted to think.. Now that was cruel!! Anyway, InshaAllah I'll not go down that route again, Want to marry me? Once you've got to know me, then don't procratinate... get your family to come to mine and make it HALAL! Cos that's where me a Bibi went wrong - we kept meeting up for coffee's now and again, and it didn't go anywhere. I was too afraid of rejection to ask him to involve his parents, and he.. well ... only God knows.
I was thinking, should come back again - would I take him back? You know what... I honestly don't know. The first time we met, it was cool, and then he told me he couldn't do it due to family reasons. Then the second time, I kept at an arms length - and so did he. But.. again he broke it off. Finally, I didn't want to give him my heart... and found it difficult to write the poems I did at the beginning (see blog 'Butterfly poems) purely because I realise now that I was heart-broken from the previous times, and didn't want to be again. But needless to say, it still shattered me. But then again, when one looses something, or someone they love.. naturally, you miss it and you want it.. and will do anything to keep it. But what the mind doesn't understand, and the heart does - It's gone... it's gone.
Clarins has ruined my life!
Well actually, maybe the UK media and my forever whim to look more beautiful and younger looking then the likes of Hally Berry and J'Lo. At the age of 33, even I have to admit - J'Lo is looking as HOT as ever - but alas... Vin Deisal will always have a chunk of my heart.
In my bid to retain my youthful looks my skin care routine looks something like this...
Morning: Wash face with No.7 face wash, pat dry, Oil of Olay and a bit of Clarin's day time cream.
Evening: Cleanse with Molton Brown cleansing milk, Tone with Molton Brown toner, moisturise with Clarins night cream.
*Shock Horror* I ran out of night cream last night, instead substituted it from Nivea night cream. It felt heavy, and slimy.... and didn't feel like it was doing any good for my skin, just felt like gloop... so won't be using that again.
In my bid to retain my youthful looks my skin care routine looks something like this...
Morning: Wash face with No.7 face wash, pat dry, Oil of Olay and a bit of Clarin's day time cream.
Evening: Cleanse with Molton Brown cleansing milk, Tone with Molton Brown toner, moisturise with Clarins night cream.
*Shock Horror* I ran out of night cream last night, instead substituted it from Nivea night cream. It felt heavy, and slimy.... and didn't feel like it was doing any good for my skin, just felt like gloop... so won't be using that again.
Are Men really from Venus?
Salam.. I made it to day two.
I don't get it. I spoke to 4 'members of the female species' today - make that 5!! Who all described their broken relationships in a similar fashion - referring more to their reaction when things start to go soar... You see, most women nowadays (especially in Britain - or London more like..) are taking the form of a man. God made man and woman, the man is the breadwinner, and the woman stays at home being the homemaker (call me old fashioned, but that the way it is). Saying that tho, I still work and would prefer to work (when I get married) until the kids come along (InshaAllah) - or at least occupy my time constructively - Study the Deen?
Take up a new hobby - card making?
Let's sterotype Asian men now... (that includes Pakistani's, Bangladeshi's, Indian's and the like...). How many of these do you know that.. Go to work, cook and clean when they get home, have clean clothes when their families need them and still have time for the other half? Hmm... I can't think of one. Now, how many girls do you know who have this talent? The list? Guys... if you'd like a list of prospective rista's... please leave your email address in the 'comments box' and I'll get back to you. I even know girls who have purchased their own accomodation (by the age of 25ish) and have this out on rent, whilst guys of a similar age are still racing around in their fast cars, wasting their money on ... themselves and not thinking about the future (I even know some 30 odd year olds who are still in these nappies).
Why and how does this happen? Our Mum's tend to Mother their son's and give them everything they want, and spend what they earn on themselves, iron their clothes for them, cook all their food for them, feed, bathe and let them out at whatever time of the night. Whilst daughters represent the mothers' so they are taught EVERYTHING from A-Z - even how to earn a living. So then it comes .. time for marridge. Little girl is now big girl... she has a house on rent, has a nice car, has a good job, now all she needs is a COMPANION. She didn't find anyone at Uni (partly cos she'd probably get beats from her brother and father should they find out), so here comes the list of possible rista's.
Being Muslim, Alhumdulillah.. we have the freedom to say yes or no... so it's no no no all the way.. till one day, BAM! you've found an Intelligent Heart. He's streetwise enough to know the difference between Haram and Halal. He's got a bit of history but you don't mind because that's all in the past, he is somewhat religious but is still liberal (bit of music, the odd movie), he knows a bit of your language even tho he's from a different country (will your parents except? Sure - once they meet him, who could resist?!), he's given you the CHOICE as to whether you want to work or not, and it seems that if you continue to practice Islam the way you are currently, and even excel in that you quit work and study Islam full time - he'll only respect you more for it, understanding, caring, independant thinker, loves CARS as much as I do, cares for his parents so he'll understand why we'd to check up on mother-dear, loves kids and wants a child as much as we do, then all the bog-standard stuff - GSOH, nice smile, cheeky....
Your friend introoduced you, so you speak on the phone. By the time you're ready to meet you're already semi-emotionally attached. You pray 2 rakat Istikhara (prayer for guidence from Allah). Set on your way to meet him. You're there, waiting. He's there. Your heart skips a beat. And for a few weeks it's ok.. then you ask... where is this going since we met on terms of marriage?? Silence.
'I need to think some things over. Calls? Unanswered. Texts? Few and far between. When he finally calls... sorry it won't work. Like... YOU WHAT??! (by this time by the way, the girl is already in 'love' and has possibly already purchased her wedding outfit *joke*, but you know what I mean - the woman has it bad). How could you do that to someone? Knowing full well she's never really had a relationship (saving herself for his husband). Why are men afraid of commitment? And if you don't want commitment, why allow the girl to fall for you?
From my own experience... this guy (tho I do think he was the genuine cookie - maybe I'm just being biased?) was 'having family problems' after 10 months of 'Yes.. no.. yes.. no' (from his part - I was too infactuated to realise what was happening - I guess I wanted him so badly) [In my dream-life with him we were teaching each other the deen, when a mate was getting married I'd imagine him in the Sharwani my brother in-law would be wearing.. imagining his smile, his happiness].
Anyway, from my own experiences, when commitment strikes everything goes pear-shaped. (even if the whole thing is arranged!!) He'll go missing for weeks, then call out of the blue. Then end it. Then contact me. Then readdress the issue. Ask me to record him whilst he was on TV (couldn't his sister tape it for him - clearly not when I told him I'd been to the gym and lost a stone... & it would thereby require me meeting with him to give him the tape.. post? No-way) then say he is considering marriage again, then disappear again, then text me the following msge:
"Went where? went there... Saw who? saw you. Wanted what? wanted you. Left this? Had to"
Needless to say, I'd been back and forth so many times that I was feeling see-sick - sick of seeing him in my dreams, his number on my phone, his emails in my inbox. But at the same time - love sick... missed him... No, miss him. Loved him? Love him. So what do I do? I wanted him and still want him... so what do us women do? Because we've got and acheived everything else in life (mashaAllah) thru hard work, we apply the same to the situation (for me, I did this about 4 months into the whole on-off thingymebob).
At any moment possible, we try to find out how they are... But we don't ask the person who introduced us (hell no), cos we know that person will tell us whatever anyway ;o) + and we wouldn't want to seem too pushy! (altho that back-fired on me too), when the person got their wires crossed and told me something bad... and I got cross, and sent an abusive text (what was I thinking??!!!!). We call, text, email hoping for a response - why? dreams. Oh, and how could I forget?? I once happened to meet someone who worked with him... She was like I work at XXX... I said do you know ZZZ?... yeh - I know him.. I was like cool stuff.. she said "He's getting married isn't he?", and I was like.. Oh .. is he .. and said I needed the loo, and went.. (heart pumping, lump in throat, forcing tears back - why? cos at the time he said he was single, and was making a decision about me - the girl I met was certain he was to get married soon, and he hadn't met my family so it had to be someone else to whom she was referring... boy I was wrong....).
[The most annoying thing is, that I don't ask after people like that. Especially those I care for - for exactly the reason for receiving false information. But SubhaanAllah, the information (or false information) came to me without me asking for it. To be honest I think Allah was testing me as to how I might react, there may be something bigger and better waiting for me in the future, with a similar situation in line? At least I'll be equipped with the right signals.]
When us girls don't get what we want in a relationship it seems.. Our behaviour becomes irrational. We accuse, we throw tantrums, we run out of shops not looking at what's happening around us, we send endless number of emails hoping they'll switch. Girls.. this doesn't work. You're only fuelling his reason for breaking it off. I hadn't seen this side of me before, and InshaAllah I don't intend on releasing my 'evil twin' ever again...
Learn to leave with dignity. But don't say you don't love the person, cos if you want them.. if you want to be with them.. admit it (to yourself at least) & you'll feel this warmth inside you that you never knew you could feel - even if it is followed by a lump in your throat and the odd tear.. there's nothing wrong with it - you've just learnt to love. This time round, the love wasn't meant to last... and if they say 'love isn't love unless it's returned?' Crap.. it's all crap. I love my cat - you think he loves me? I certainly won't say I'm infactuated by it!!
No matter how strong you think you are, and think it won't happen to you... One day it will come and do the equivalent of a body slam to your heart. You'll meet someone who you'll think is just perfect (perfect for a woman is a good hearted guy, but a bit rough around the edges - cos we want a bit of the adventure too!!). I spent my entire college and uni life consolling others in similar situations, and it was beyond me how some girls (and guys!!) could go thru such psychotic behaviour. It's not until the shoe fit on my foot that I realised that really... We're all very similar and instead of judging the next person, maybe we should learn from them? The shoe eventually becomes loose and falls off and the feeling of wet socks is the same kind of irritation you feel when you just can't do anything about it, except get on with it.
Wow.. an essay!! Oi wake up, it's over now... :o)
Take it e'zi.
Peace xx
I don't get it. I spoke to 4 'members of the female species' today - make that 5!! Who all described their broken relationships in a similar fashion - referring more to their reaction when things start to go soar... You see, most women nowadays (especially in Britain - or London more like..) are taking the form of a man. God made man and woman, the man is the breadwinner, and the woman stays at home being the homemaker (call me old fashioned, but that the way it is). Saying that tho, I still work and would prefer to work (when I get married) until the kids come along (InshaAllah) - or at least occupy my time constructively - Study the Deen?
Take up a new hobby - card making?
Let's sterotype Asian men now... (that includes Pakistani's, Bangladeshi's, Indian's and the like...). How many of these do you know that.. Go to work, cook and clean when they get home, have clean clothes when their families need them and still have time for the other half? Hmm... I can't think of one. Now, how many girls do you know who have this talent? The list? Guys... if you'd like a list of prospective rista's... please leave your email address in the 'comments box' and I'll get back to you. I even know girls who have purchased their own accomodation (by the age of 25ish) and have this out on rent, whilst guys of a similar age are still racing around in their fast cars, wasting their money on ... themselves and not thinking about the future (I even know some 30 odd year olds who are still in these nappies).
Why and how does this happen? Our Mum's tend to Mother their son's and give them everything they want, and spend what they earn on themselves, iron their clothes for them, cook all their food for them, feed, bathe and let them out at whatever time of the night. Whilst daughters represent the mothers' so they are taught EVERYTHING from A-Z - even how to earn a living. So then it comes .. time for marridge. Little girl is now big girl... she has a house on rent, has a nice car, has a good job, now all she needs is a COMPANION. She didn't find anyone at Uni (partly cos she'd probably get beats from her brother and father should they find out), so here comes the list of possible rista's.
Being Muslim, Alhumdulillah.. we have the freedom to say yes or no... so it's no no no all the way.. till one day, BAM! you've found an Intelligent Heart. He's streetwise enough to know the difference between Haram and Halal. He's got a bit of history but you don't mind because that's all in the past, he is somewhat religious but is still liberal (bit of music, the odd movie), he knows a bit of your language even tho he's from a different country (will your parents except? Sure - once they meet him, who could resist?!), he's given you the CHOICE as to whether you want to work or not, and it seems that if you continue to practice Islam the way you are currently, and even excel in that you quit work and study Islam full time - he'll only respect you more for it, understanding, caring, independant thinker, loves CARS as much as I do, cares for his parents so he'll understand why we'd to check up on mother-dear, loves kids and wants a child as much as we do, then all the bog-standard stuff - GSOH, nice smile, cheeky....
Your friend introoduced you, so you speak on the phone. By the time you're ready to meet you're already semi-emotionally attached. You pray 2 rakat Istikhara (prayer for guidence from Allah). Set on your way to meet him. You're there, waiting. He's there. Your heart skips a beat. And for a few weeks it's ok.. then you ask... where is this going since we met on terms of marriage?? Silence.
'I need to think some things over. Calls? Unanswered. Texts? Few and far between. When he finally calls... sorry it won't work. Like... YOU WHAT??! (by this time by the way, the girl is already in 'love' and has possibly already purchased her wedding outfit *joke*, but you know what I mean - the woman has it bad). How could you do that to someone? Knowing full well she's never really had a relationship (saving herself for his husband). Why are men afraid of commitment? And if you don't want commitment, why allow the girl to fall for you?
From my own experience... this guy (tho I do think he was the genuine cookie - maybe I'm just being biased?) was 'having family problems' after 10 months of 'Yes.. no.. yes.. no' (from his part - I was too infactuated to realise what was happening - I guess I wanted him so badly) [In my dream-life with him we were teaching each other the deen, when a mate was getting married I'd imagine him in the Sharwani my brother in-law would be wearing.. imagining his smile, his happiness].
Anyway, from my own experiences, when commitment strikes everything goes pear-shaped. (even if the whole thing is arranged!!) He'll go missing for weeks, then call out of the blue. Then end it. Then contact me. Then readdress the issue. Ask me to record him whilst he was on TV (couldn't his sister tape it for him - clearly not when I told him I'd been to the gym and lost a stone... & it would thereby require me meeting with him to give him the tape.. post? No-way) then say he is considering marriage again, then disappear again, then text me the following msge:
"Went where? went there... Saw who? saw you. Wanted what? wanted you. Left this? Had to"
Needless to say, I'd been back and forth so many times that I was feeling see-sick - sick of seeing him in my dreams, his number on my phone, his emails in my inbox. But at the same time - love sick... missed him... No, miss him. Loved him? Love him. So what do I do? I wanted him and still want him... so what do us women do? Because we've got and acheived everything else in life (mashaAllah) thru hard work, we apply the same to the situation (for me, I did this about 4 months into the whole on-off thingymebob).
At any moment possible, we try to find out how they are... But we don't ask the person who introduced us (hell no), cos we know that person will tell us whatever anyway ;o) + and we wouldn't want to seem too pushy! (altho that back-fired on me too), when the person got their wires crossed and told me something bad... and I got cross, and sent an abusive text (what was I thinking??!!!!). We call, text, email hoping for a response - why? dreams. Oh, and how could I forget?? I once happened to meet someone who worked with him... She was like I work at XXX... I said do you know ZZZ?... yeh - I know him.. I was like cool stuff.. she said "He's getting married isn't he?", and I was like.. Oh .. is he .. and said I needed the loo, and went.. (heart pumping, lump in throat, forcing tears back - why? cos at the time he said he was single, and was making a decision about me - the girl I met was certain he was to get married soon, and he hadn't met my family so it had to be someone else to whom she was referring... boy I was wrong....).
[The most annoying thing is, that I don't ask after people like that. Especially those I care for - for exactly the reason for receiving false information. But SubhaanAllah, the information (or false information) came to me without me asking for it. To be honest I think Allah was testing me as to how I might react, there may be something bigger and better waiting for me in the future, with a similar situation in line? At least I'll be equipped with the right signals.]
When us girls don't get what we want in a relationship it seems.. Our behaviour becomes irrational. We accuse, we throw tantrums, we run out of shops not looking at what's happening around us, we send endless number of emails hoping they'll switch. Girls.. this doesn't work. You're only fuelling his reason for breaking it off. I hadn't seen this side of me before, and InshaAllah I don't intend on releasing my 'evil twin' ever again...
Learn to leave with dignity. But don't say you don't love the person, cos if you want them.. if you want to be with them.. admit it (to yourself at least) & you'll feel this warmth inside you that you never knew you could feel - even if it is followed by a lump in your throat and the odd tear.. there's nothing wrong with it - you've just learnt to love. This time round, the love wasn't meant to last... and if they say 'love isn't love unless it's returned?' Crap.. it's all crap. I love my cat - you think he loves me? I certainly won't say I'm infactuated by it!!
No matter how strong you think you are, and think it won't happen to you... One day it will come and do the equivalent of a body slam to your heart. You'll meet someone who you'll think is just perfect (perfect for a woman is a good hearted guy, but a bit rough around the edges - cos we want a bit of the adventure too!!). I spent my entire college and uni life consolling others in similar situations, and it was beyond me how some girls (and guys!!) could go thru such psychotic behaviour. It's not until the shoe fit on my foot that I realised that really... We're all very similar and instead of judging the next person, maybe we should learn from them? The shoe eventually becomes loose and falls off and the feeling of wet socks is the same kind of irritation you feel when you just can't do anything about it, except get on with it.
Wow.. an essay!! Oi wake up, it's over now... :o)
Take it e'zi.
Peace xx
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
It's one small step for man, and an even smaller one for fairies...
Asalaam Alaikum (May the peace and blessings of God be upon you),
Welcome, and thanks for tuning in... I hope you're well... not entirely sure why I've set up a blog. InshaAllah I have intention to input details of Islamic Reference (just to prove we're not all terrorists!), and bewarned, when I'm in a bad mood - I may go off in a bit of a tangent... which proves that even fairies have bad days.
When this blog isn't really for the public to view, it seems pointless to blog online without sharing it with everyone else... otherwise I may as well keep a diary of some sort which is actually the whole point of this excercise.
Just to warn you... I reckon I'll suffer from a kind of 'Big Brother' illness in that I'll probably forget this is available for everyone to view and go on about stuff I really shouldn't. This blog will eventually have details of my life (or as much as I would like to disclose to the big wide world), and maybe details of friends and family - without ofcourse naming and shaming. Some discussions will (try to) provide advice and add my 2pnce worth, and others will be (in all honesty) absolute total crap.
Feel free to add comments, and suggestions and in return I'll say a little prayer for you, just for you :o)
Take it e'zi
The Moonbeam Fairy :o)
Welcome, and thanks for tuning in... I hope you're well... not entirely sure why I've set up a blog. InshaAllah I have intention to input details of Islamic Reference (just to prove we're not all terrorists!), and bewarned, when I'm in a bad mood - I may go off in a bit of a tangent... which proves that even fairies have bad days.
When this blog isn't really for the public to view, it seems pointless to blog online without sharing it with everyone else... otherwise I may as well keep a diary of some sort which is actually the whole point of this excercise.
Just to warn you... I reckon I'll suffer from a kind of 'Big Brother' illness in that I'll probably forget this is available for everyone to view and go on about stuff I really shouldn't. This blog will eventually have details of my life (or as much as I would like to disclose to the big wide world), and maybe details of friends and family - without ofcourse naming and shaming. Some discussions will (try to) provide advice and add my 2pnce worth, and others will be (in all honesty) absolute total crap.
Feel free to add comments, and suggestions and in return I'll say a little prayer for you, just for you :o)
Take it e'zi
The Moonbeam Fairy :o)
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