I’ve Shifted… :)


Change your blogrolls and all that jazz.


A Change?

The ‘Purple’ in my URL has been bothering me for a while. And I’ve been thinking of moving to a new blog with a more neutral URL.

Keep in mind, I feel very restricted when I want to change the colour/theme of the blog. 😦

[Not to mention, I actually thought I could run two different blogs [A religious/political one and a personal/lighter one] but it’s… difficult and I keep on getting torn between the two.]


Funny Convos.

[My brother and I going in the Car discussing Swine Flu]

Brother: You know I saw a Kid wearing one of those masks here for the first time.

Me: Really?

Brother: Yeah, usually I’d see the Koreans or other tourists wear it, this was a local kid.

Me: Hmmm.

Brother: I think I’ve become slightly paranoid, whenever someone sneezes I tend to move a little away.

Me: It hasn’t reached here, you don’t have to worry.

Brother: I know, but still. It’s good to take precautions. You know, you should be careful too, if anybody sneezes, just put your hand on your mouth or move away a little.

Me: Err, [laughing a little], you know I wear the Niqab right? I don’t have to do all that.

Brother: Oh. (Deep in thought) I didn’t even think about that.

Brother: You’re like, automatically protected against any diseases. That’s so cool!


The ranks of the Munaqabaat

I’ve done it. I’ve officially joined the ranks of the veiled – the Munaqabaat.

Alhamdulilah, after much thinking and much supplication to Allah that he gives me the strength to go through with this, I’ve finally taken the major step.

Unofficially I was a Niqaabi for the past two years. However, I was a non-relative Niqaabi, although I covered my face everywhere, I wouldn’t cover in front of my brother-in-laws or my [male] cousins.

I know it’s going to be difficult, considering one of my brother-in-law is staying over at our place for a while and especially when I visit Pakistan, but I’d reached a point where I felt guilty and the need to take another step up the ladder. Non-Mehram men are non-mehram after all. I’m hoping I can use Ramadan to strenghten myself in this step.

InshaAllah khayr, keep me in your du’as!

Verily, along with every hardship is relief. [5:94]

Feelings of Patriotism

I’m not sure what it is, the coming of 14th August, or my involvement in Swat Relief campaigns or the addition of numerous Pakistani friends, but I’m actually feeling a tad bit patriotic towards the Country. Especially compared to this post here that I had made a couple of months back.

Although I still wouln’t do the ‘I live and die for the Country…’ thing.

What do you do

… when 9-10 year old girls you taught at an Islamic Summer Camp start adding you on Facebook?

I mean, are kids that age even supposed to be on Facebook?

[... Not that I have a shady Facebook or anything, but still.]


Sometimes being a Woman is difficult

… especially when you feel depressed, restless and down for no particular reason. And you keep on thinking about all that chocolate in the fridge and love wallowing in self-pity.


[I have so much pending work to finish…]

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