I'm 21 Already

I'm 21 already and I still haven't written my first book,
Given my first Tedx talk,
Gone for my first bungee jump,
Drove my first Jaguar,
Had my first solo surgery,
Won some international badminton medal,
Swum across the Mediterranean,
Made a groundbreaking scientific discovery,
Granted parents tickets to an around-the-world journey,


I'm 21 already and I still haven't taught my first child how to pray,
Prayed in the Aqsa,
Helped someone see their way into Islam,
Memorized the Quran
Studied the Sunnah thoroughly.


I might have not gotten farther than the first few chapters in my book
I might have not tried any but an awesome turbo-driven VW
I might have only helped out on surgeries,
Won some stupid 8th grade badminton matches,
Swum 3 km in a row,
Discovered how fast food debris rot when I don't do the dishes one week in a row,
Driven parents only to a few of their rendezvous,
Taught my little sister to pray Qiyyam,
Prayed in Meccah,
Introduced a few atheists to Islam,
Memorized few chapters of the Quran,
Read few Sunnah books.


When I was complaisant and little, I had lots of ambitions.
Perhaps,chronologically, I'm a little behind on my schedule of achievements but what soothes my soul is deep faith that one day, inshaAllah, my little dreams will blossom into beautiful realities.
Let that day be soon or late. I'm keeping my faith strong and steady.

That

Pretty much self-explanatory.

صيحات نجاحنا

"زرقة بحيراتنا
و صفاء أحلامنا
علاء أهدافنا و التصميم

و من سمرة جباهنا
و جمال صبرنا،
ثمرة جهدنا
حلم قديم...

و من دموع سواعدنا
ضحكات عيوننا
صيحات نجاحنا حلم عظيم"


Lyrics of some very old cartoon song!
Inspiring enough for me :)

"What Is This Life, Is Full of Care,We Have No Time to Stand and Stare?

Have you no time to ponder wonderingly on the height of the skies?

Have you no time to smile gracefully at the beauty of the dark night stars?

Have you no time to appreciate the sound of absolute nothingness?
The smell of the rain off the highway, as you drive back home on a cold rainy day?
The grimace of a baby following its first breath, ever so peaceful, ever so plain?
The beauty of little school girls rocking their backpacks on their morning walk to school, cuddled together, chatting forever?
The wrinkles of an old man spreading out in a thankful smile as you slow down, making for him a way?
The endearing glimmer of your Mum's
eyes as you come home having run errands for her, all day?
The squeezing hug of a 10 year old sister as she welcomes you, regardless all your dismay?
The muscle strain at the end of your workout, albeit being too much of a pain?


Have you no time to breathe in the morning graceful breeze, as you walk across Gama'a Bridge?

Have you no time to look up at the flock of birds, ever so bold and free?

Have you no time to grasp the pain of others, and wipe it off with a smile of yours?
The misery of mothers bearing sick kids, and lighten it up with a word or two of reassurance that you can feign?
The aching hearts of the homeless, and drop a penny or two before they even complain?

Have you no time to cherish the happy moments with those you love, striving to please them and swelling with pride knowing your attempts weren't in vain?

Have you no time to see the love couples are being driven with, ever so beautifully, ever so swiftly?
The barking of a dog protecting her little babies?
The cracked-up hands of a carpenter, bleeding, yet blessed with contentment for his righteousness?


In the midst of our lives, moments pass by almost like a blur, we're often too preoccupied to notice those little things that are just so inherently beautiful...little things that add contrast to our lives, making us more aware of the blessings we have, and coloring up new portraits to be hung next to the endless tales of our own...

"What is this life, is full of care,we have no time to stand and stare?"
-W.H. Davies

A Splash of Enthusiasm

  

  Every time I set out to jot down some negative nonsense, I recoil and try to splash my blogposts with enthusiastic vibes instead.
 So let me just make today's positive vibe: "God knows what lies in our hearts, He oversees our desires, and He surely is about to bless us with out-of-this-world exhilirating preprations"
Sabr, Patience, is all what we have to hold close.
Oh Grant it, ya Allah <3

Safely Set Ashore

It's late afternoon again.
This time I'm walking on the Gama'a bridge. It's a bit sunny but an invigorating breeze sets the weather just right.
My earphones are plugged in, as usual. I'm listening to this Nasheed, a most serene one, full to the brim of solemn prayers, ones that I have listened to repetitively, repeated too often and cried out in my prostrations.
I turn to look at the Nile. Soothing.
So silent...marching in absolute solitude, purposefully.
I wondered how long has it been since I felt this quiet? So quiet, almost Nile-like, not bothering to swear at the sun rays vaporizing away its water, nor to eye those trashing their empty food wrappers at it...it's been a long while indeed.
I breathe in so deeply, feeling how minute I am in this vast universe. So very negligible, yet out of all those creatures out there, I've been honored by being a Muslim. Out of all the pranksters, I've been destined to join a dead-serious college. Out of all the medstudents, I've been made to marvel on His creation, grasping the beauty in each living being, and appreciating the gift of life.
Flashes of life passed by as I crossed to the opposite side of the road. Five years have slipped by since I came to my own homeland, feeling outcast and forlorn. I kept reminiscing on eclectic memories, my first body to dissect, my first scrubbing into a surgery, my first mattress suture, my first attending normal labor, my very first touching a cyanotic preterm baby, trying to stimulate its breathing, my first time parting from a bestfriend, gosh memories hit me so hard I felt dizzy but SubhanAllah is this how it shall be like my first-and certainly last-time dying?
Shall my entire life be solidified into slides passing by in a blur? Will I be made proud of those little scenes? Will I bite my fingertips off in vain, in shame? Will I have something meaningful and worthy to offer My Lord?
I pray the few breaths I have left on this earth will be spent in pleasing Allah Subhana Wa Ta'laa, I pray that my ship safely sets ashore.

الا رحمةً ترجى؟

"وَخُلِقَ الْإِنْسَانُ ضَعِيفاً"

ما اروعه من كتاب!

كلما تمعنت في قرائته كلما أزددت حبا لرسولي-صلى الله عليه و سلم-بل و ازدت شوقا و تلهفا لأرحم كل من استطعت في حياتي...لم أدر انني كنت سأبكي حينما رأيت الالام الأمهات في مستشفي الأطفال...لم أكن ادرك اني سأشعر بأروع احساس في العالم حينما ألاعب  طفلا مريضا بألعاب صغيرة أشتريتها لهم.

بفضل الله, عشت أسبوعا من أروع أسابيع حياتي...أستشعر ضعف و حاجة من حولي, و احاول ان امدهم بما تستطيعه نفسي الضعيفة, فوالله  أبدلني ربي خيرا من كل ما كنت أتوقعه...ها انا ذا انزل من بيتي كل صباح اتوق لمساعدة من استطيع,  لرسم الأبتسامة على ..

وجه من أقابله, أحاول جاهدة ان أزكي نفسي عن كل ما قد يشوبها...أحاول ان أتعلم, أتيقن, و أن أحيا على منهج الرحمة.

ها انا ذا ارى في قلوب من حولي حبا لا أستحقه...و تقديرا لن استطيع ان اقبله لنفس مثل نفسي, ارى فيهم نعمً انعم الله بها علي...فهم 

حولي  مهما تباعدت المسافات بيننا, هم لي ذخر عند الحاجة و اذان صاغية عند اضطرابي...اراهم يحبون جميل ستر الله علي...

اللهم ارزقني حبك و حب من يحبك و حب عمل يقربني الى حبك