My Nafs Is a Spoiled Toddler

I took my nephew to the shops with me today and he stood at the toys aisle asking me for everything he wanted. He asked for a cricket bat, but it looked damaged and I couldn’t find another one. Then he asked for a goal post, which he already has at home. His next request were the toy guns, which he has had plenty of, and has broken plenty, too.

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Am I Supposed to Keep Everything to Myself Now?!

I’ve been on a Twitter break these last few days and the urge to use it hasn’t been because I want to read what others are talking about, but because I have no outlet for my own random thoughts. Is that sad? Vain? I don’t know. But it’s just like, “Am I supposed to keep everything to myself now?!”, even though that’s what normal people do. It is strange that sometimes I feel the need to share certain thoughts in some form, yet I don’t think it necessary to just say out loud. I mean what’s the point of putting them “out there” at all?

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I’m Not Fasting and It’s Awkward

A month or so ago, my colleagues started asking when Ramadan was. The conversation made me think about how I would respond when, being a girl, I wouldn’t be able to fast everyday in Ramadan. I’m not the kind of person who’d happily say why not, but at the same time I’d want to avoid lying. I took to Twitter to ask my followers how they would deal with such a situation. but I think only about 10 of my followers actually read my tweets and none of them helped me out.

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Ramadan Reality Check: Burnout or Speed Up

For me, the weeks and days leading up to Ramadan are filled with hope, enthusiasm and determination. I look forward to the days and nights of tranquility, and a sense of unity among the ummah, worldwide. I long for the shayateen to be locked up, so that I can begin my soul searching and be steadfast in my worship. Just the thought of having the chance to improve myself and gain both reward and forgiveness seems to relieve my heart and make me happy.

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Pefect Imperfection: Why Being Yourself Is Beautiful

You have no way of verifying this, but I’m an average looking girl (sorry, woman; I haven’t got to grips with the fact that I’m an adult now). However, I grew up in a Pakistani community which mistook my paleness for beauty, so I was fortunate enough to be told that I’m pretty and that I’m beautiful. Maybe that’s the reason why I’m sitting here, comfortable enough in my own skin, to be writing this blog.

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Wait! Why Wasn’t I in Your Dream?

Me: Can I tell you about my dream? It was about you guys.
*relates dream*
Me: I feel like I should apologise for dreaming about you lol
(It wasn’t a dodgy dream, I just don’t know the people particularly well)
X: You have no control over your subconscious, it’s fine.
Y: You should apologise to me, I’m offended I wasn’t even in your dream
Me: You’re not worthy enough to be in my dreams

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The Other Media Effect

The media’s manipulation of anything related to Islam has led to the increased Islamophobia we are all too well aware of today. However, I feel like with our focus on how we are portrayed, we fail to acknowledge an important effect of the media’s narrative on Islam besides Islamophobia. Or maybe I’m alone in experiencing this … though I doubt it.

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