The Cord And Milk

You screamed out because your lifeline was severed. What sustained you ever since your existance originated was literally cut off. But what you didn’t realise was that when He took away that unmbilical cord, He replaced it with milk. And a life you never ever knew existed.

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Serendipity: The Divine Craft

If they can’t see what you see, if they fail to understand your beliefs towards your goals, if they cant see you for who you truly are, its okay.

He will show YOU, and YOU will recognise them. He never said they will.

Perhaps they havent seen any better ergo don’t know any better. Perhaps Allah has chosen you with this grandeur of “living your own tale and leaving your own legacy” so through you others get to know it all a little better. Know Him a little better. Know His Serendipities a little better.

Someone very dear to me once said, ” When we are no longer able to change the world around us, we are forced to change what is in ourselves.”  Those words never left me. And now I know why.

You were created for greatness. Don’t sell yourself short. Perhaps you are the missing piece which will change forever the way the universe presumed Serendpities. Perhaps it is through you that not only the world but the even stars and galaxies will witness that Serendipities Are A Divine Orchestra Of Perfectly Crafted Symphonies. Perhaps it is through you that He will change forever the way we love, we dream and we believe. Perhaps it is through you the world will once again live…laugh…

And most importantly,  Love ❤…

Perhaps it is through you that the world will witness once again The Perfection Of Allah. Perhaps through you the creations in their entirety will humble themselves before Him at the sheer awe at which He has crafted the nuances. Yes, all of the creations- not only the cosmos but the angels and the heavens, in adulation of Him. Through you.

Of Wisdom and Knowledge

People with the least knowledge often turn out to be the wisest. Plenty of people have lives full of examples and remarkable stories, but devoid of any wisdom. The greatest treasure you can steal from any circumstance is wisdom. You will meet a lot of people who are very knowledgeable but will still feel like you are not getting the exact help from them that will “click” with you. That “click” is basically wisdom; you are looking for wisdom my friend. And off the record, wisdom does not really have much to do with age.

“…whoever had been given wisdom has certainly been given much good. And none will remember except those of understanding”(Quran 2:269).

Positive People Have Negative Thoughts Too

Even positive people often doubt and despair. You don’t need to rip yourself off of everything that makes you human just so you can be positive, grateful or optimistic. We all come in a package of strengths and weaknesses, and in the journey of self development it is of crucial importance that you embrace (only acceptance is not enough)yourself with them all. Anxiety and worry does not make us less optimistic. If any it only makes us human.

So yes, positive people have negative thoughts too.They just dont let those thoughts dictate their actions. They know better to realise that they might not have control on the thoughts but most definitely they can silence them with actions.


Only when you truly start living by this verse do you realise how true it is. It has the power to reshape your entire existance and get you out of whatever it is that is paralysing you. Sure it wont happen overnight but as I always say, one of those days when you aren’t paying attention it will.

Then Serendipity Happens

Allah does not limit gratitude in this verse. In His infallible wisdom He does not say if you are grateful for something He will increase you only in that and not others.

Alhamdulillah I have seen this manifest in my life lately. In my gratitude journal I express my gratitude to Allah for things which don’t even really play a role in my everyday life. But I still have been noting them down as part of my healing. What is remarkable is that out of nowhere Allah tied those blessings to my dreams and aspirations, to my goals and where I want to be.

What I am trying to say is, if you want A and B, and X is absolutely unrelated to them, still be grateful for X. If you are sincere and persistant in gratitude even when you don’t feel like, Allah might tie X with A and B, making it a means to achieve those two.

In His immense wisdom Allah knows that when we go through catastrophic situations its sometimes difficult to find goodness in that. More oftwn that not, we are unable to be grateful because our lower self becomes stubborn. That is why Allah, The Most Wise, has opened up other gates. If we can be grateful for other things He can always tie them to our particular situation.How? That is His department 🙂

He truely appreciates your effort in being grateful, albeit you might struggle to do so.He is Al Shakur. So do not underestimate the power of gratitude even for the mundane things.

Then Serendipity Happens.

White-Blue Hues

Look at the sky tonight. Stand at your window and take in its vastness. There are no cracks or gaps in the sky. No sign of discontinuity. No randomness. Its perfectly crafted,painted with one continuous stroke, alternating between the most magical hues of white and blue.

White- Blue Hues

Life is like that too, a perfect craft of Allah. Nothing happens in life that is random.There is never a point where there is a crack.Its one continuous Divine plan, unique for every individual. Just like the white-blue hues, our lives also alternate between love and loss, joy and heartache, success and failure, faith and struggle.

No wonder Allah tells us to reflect upon His Creations.

One Year Ago, I Made A Choice

Exactly one year ago, I made a choice.

I chose faith, I chose hope, and by leaving the retreating hand I want to grip so much, I chose to hold the One that was extended out to me. The never fail, never go wrong, the Most Trustworthy Handhold as He Himself testifies to – The Invisible Hand of God.

In the days and months that followed I was introduced to the atrocities and viciousness of life, the cruelty of pain, the constant butchering of my heart and eventual demise of every living atom of my body. So much for clinging onto my faith against every odds, hoping that the sun will rise soon.

Instead it set deeper, further abyss into the dark. And with it, it took away the last bit of faith and hope that I had. Or at least I thought I did. With it left every last atom my emotional existence. It left behind a heart void of any human emotions or feelings. Somedays it would hurt so bad that it felt like my heart was being ripped into shreds, and grounded into pulp of flesh by a pack of merciless, preying wolves hungry for a feast. Slowly, in the camouflage of protecting whatever last bit remained of my tender, bruised heart, I resorted to teaching myself to expect the worse. Against every possibility of a good, to expect ten worse outcomes. At least that would save the pain of disappointment.

And thus began my journey of despair. It was cold, vicious, cruel and ruthless. But it was also safe.  Despair is like a cancer. It spreads to every fiber of your being before it  takes over matters of your mind, soul and eventually, the body. It dictates your inner self and feasts off your self-destructive and self-critical thoughts. Its brutality makes it akin to the devil himself. It talks to you pretending to be God, only if I knew better.

Having stumbled into some signs from My Almighty Lord I slowly have started to recover after what seems like eternity. I have started to heal and to take baby steps towards slowly rising again – rising in hope, in love, and perhaps little bit in faith. Daring myself to expect, and expect grand. Expect like nobody’s business.

It sometimes comes easily – good expectations. Certainty that He is sending my sunrise soon. But more often that not, it doesn’t. The level of unwavering faith and certainty doesn’t always come to the point that governs my actions, as opposed to the certainty in negative expectations and hence their dictating of my actions. So I make the choice, continuously and relentlessly, as if my life depends on it. In fact in the ultimate sense of the word, it does. I choose to expect, albeit I fail to do so. I choose to do hope, despite my inability to so. Yes,  I choose to, not because I have to, but because I want to. Because I choose to want to.

Because one year ago, I made a choice.

And I still make it every single day.