Flowers.

So me and the mother paid a little visit to the gardening centre. Beautiful are the creations of Allah, Subhan'Allah. <3

yet to title.

Her body covered from head to toe,

Your minds busy deciphering why?

But that you shall come to know.

You’re wishing she would reveal her,

Legs; chest;

Waist.

Maybe your eyes could filch a taste?

You remain fixated,

Gazing, intently at my sister in Islam;

Your mind screams oppression;

Injustice; Implemented by some,

Self-righteous bearded man.

She's imprisoned, 

Her beauty isn't within your vision.

You’d like to free her,

Enlighten her with a new dress sense.

Expose, what her loose clothing won’t reveal,

Because right now it’s only serving to conceal,

That which is your right to steal.

Your right to take, 


But now you stand;

Eyes peering through the bars she's placed.

My sister feels his eyes welded to her,

She glances up,

once;

Her eyes grip the floor

She’s felt, heard this before,

My sister already knows...

(to be continued.)

Poem; 'The Thought'

The thought...

Of my thoughts without Allah strikes fear in my heart.
Imagining standing distant is enough to tear me apart.
My need, my yearning, to face my Creator...
How could I turn away? How could I say 'Later..'?
I remember then and how later may have never came
I pictured the Day of Judgement...standing still myself to blame
How could I justify forgetting Allah the One who gave me life?
By the conscience He gave me I know that isn't right.
Alhamdullilah, He blessed me with another chance to regain;
What I was far on the way to losing, subsiding into shame.
Praying five times a day, the moments that I need,
This closeness to Allah, the must, my want to please.
Within me this serenity I thought I'd never feel,
Thoughts of Allah watching me, subhan'Allah this is real.

I wrote this a little while back, somewhere along my journey. I remember feeling slightly fragile at the time, yet comforted that I was finally regaining sense. This world can often make us forget as Muslims, the purpose of our creation. It can even go so far as to numb us of remembrance of God, and slowly our consciences can become guided solely by our superficial desires. These can quickly take priority and as a voice creeps in to our minds saying "take the time to learn about Islam", we tell it to wait, we tell it "later". Certainly, we all know that 'later' is not promised yet still the urgency to act can be overshadowed by our wants in this life. How unworthy this life is.The remembrance of Allah is more than crucial; the person who remembers Allah is the one that stays focused on his/her destination and renounces this world. Though the distractions are many and the shaytaan is constantly trying to divert us from our goal, we must remember that the stakes are more than just high.

 Let us stay in remembrance of Allah, The Most High.

"Behold in the Remembrance of Allah do hearts find satisfaction." (13-28)

Hello my lovelies : )

Living life as a young Muslim female of Sudanese decent, residing in the heart of the rising secular society, Britain, I have come to and continue to experience the many trials and tribulations that come along with such. Straddling two opposing ways of life has never been easy, but rather a difficult test in which I have had to come to terms with the person I am, the person I have been and the person I want to be. It has taken eighteen years of life but the necessity of establishing a true inner identity, with the help of Islam, has finally settled. As well as the crucial need to externalise this, in order to attract and surround myself with people who will help me to grow into a better person.

My journey started in Sunderland, and soon after my family and I moved to Newcastle for two years. What I recollect of these years is minimal, though during this time I made some of my closest friends, who as cliché as it sounds 'mean the world to me'. Due to my father's occupation as a Doctor (any Sudanese person could of guessed that), we again moved, this time to a small village in the Scottish Borders. The village itself was set amidst a beautiful backdrop of hills and valleys; a landscape furnished with green grass, grazing animals and stoned houses. After five lovely years we moved once again, to just outside Liverpool. This brings me to now, living in the suburbs. Having just finished Sixth Form, I plan to start Dentistry this September in one of England's main cities, insha'Allah. The time has come to leave home and gain independence, daunting though it may be...I can not deny the slight excitement hidden behind layers of anxiousness. 

I'd like to use this blog as a way of sharing my experiences, poetry and as a place of discussion for the many issues that are faced by Muslims today. Insha'Allah you'll enjoy reading.