Posts Tagged ‘excuses’

A Rendezvous with Death: Bearing Trials with Patience

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A Rendezvous with Death: Bearing Trials with Patience

I like to reminisce about the days I used to be bald. Not many people have had the experience, or should I say privilege, of knowing what it feels like to run your fingers through absolutely nothing but a palette of warmth resonating from the top of your head, smooth as a
baby’s bottom.

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Looking Back

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Looking Back

Usually when people look back at the old days, they feel joy because the past was such a beautiful time for them. Their days would be full of fun and laughter, and carelessness wouldn’t be much of an issue. ‘Those were the days’ for them, as they always say.

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Journey Back to Hijab

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Journey Back to Hijab

My hijab story is like a secret diary no one should ever read. It is filled with horrible facts about me and points to my mistakes and weaknesses. My journey to hijab is filled with fear, negativity and regret. So I warn you: read with caution. The most important thing you should know is that I used to wear hijab, but eventually took it off. I hate saying it, admitting to the world that I was one of those ignorant girls who went backwards after putting on the hijab, instead of moving forward with my deen. But it’s what I did and I can’t change that.

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A Dose of Regret

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A Dose of Regret

We had been home for a little over a month when we got the call. I remember sitting in my room when my Dad came to the door. SubhanAllah, how time seems to slow down at that moment. I saw my brother crying – and thinking he doesn’t cry like that, what’s wrong – and my Dad’s voice breaking as he attempted to relay the news. And the shock. The incomprehensible-ness. Dead? He’s dead? But we just spent a summer with him while he was alive?

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Overcoming My Inner-Self

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Overcoming My Inner-Self

I was getting ready to go to university, and one of my rituals after changing into my clothes is to traipse down the hall to the master bedroom and see how the outfit looks put-together. I was wearing one of my favourite hijabs: an off-white pashmina from H&M that has black line detailing down the sides. My shirt was a long black-and-white striped Henley that stopped just above my knees, and my jeans were a beautiful dark blue – a recent purchase. However, it was the fit of the jeans that was making me stand in front of the mirror longer than usual that day, my eyebrows furrowed together in deep consideration.

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