As Islamic institutes begin their "Juz a Day" series and people wipe the collected dust off their Quran's, the excitement of Ramadan starts to buzz in the air.
I never understood what it meant to prepare for Ramadan. If you mean putting trays of homemade spring rolls, samosas, and mantu in the freezer, then that's my definition of pre-Ramadan. (fine. I don't have trays of mantu, but I love it to bits because my Afghan friends have gotten me addicted. Their ancestors are the creators of the most heavenly dish on this earth. Afghan dumplings are the juiciest meatiest loveliest and...before I start drooling I'm gonna stop). It's really interesting how the one thing we are supposed to refrain from during this month is what we end up spending all our energy in preparing. MasterChef Canada, anyone? I'm ready to binge-watch tiny cooking Tasty videos.
Something interesting I noticed about spring: the remnants of fall still litter the floor. No matter how much snow and rain has fallen to cover the grounds, the dead leaves are still there. I'm shocked and a little disappointed I hadn't noticed something this like 18 years ago. I'm also redefining the meaning of spring, but in all honestly we all are. Is spring really the way they speak about it in poetry? Regrowth and happiness and flowers and birds? Because if anyone sits in the middle of their lawn's grass mid-spring, they'll understand what I mean. No, you shouldn't be inside with a hot cup of coffee, rain pitter-pattering on the glass window as you read a wholesome book for this exercise.
My brother-in-law and I have this argument every time I visit my sister's place: I'm [not] from Toronto. I've noticed many people have this argument online too, so it's a real issue. Here's my $0.02: If I'm from the Greater TORONTO Area, that means I have some link to Toronto. Anybody outside of Ontario knows this is where I am from. My cousins in Chicago (Chi-town what's good?) know I'm from Toronto. So I can't stop myself from wondering, why won't my own people accept me? End of argument. I guess it's not that deep, ahlie (My BIL and I usually begin our arguments by deciphering who has more Toronto slang up their sleeves. It's obviously me...bare mans know I know slang yea eh).
When they asked me to move from my comfortable seat, I narrowed my eyes and a sly thought entered my mind.
"Don't do it. Don't move. Pretend like you didn't hear."
I'm not sure how I ignored the thought, but I did. At the right time at that (you think I'm some angel? I was about to laugh my nose off and tell them to find a seat in the spaceship they're taking to Mars).
I nodded - I remember not saying a word, as to not allow my true feelings to show, and moved. Why did I do it?
You will be pleasured by the words you didn't say.
The ones you could have used to destroy someone's understanding,
But instead you martyred the voice to save the human heart.
Since I was a child, I have had a fascination with twins. Is it really possible? To share a womb with another person and grow with that person and share every breathing moment (except for when one comes too early or leaves too late) with that person? Twins are a living example of miracles, in my opinion. The first thing I said when someone asked me "What do you want to be when you are older?" was, "a mother." I bet the second was, "A mother to twins." That isn't the story for today, though. I think because I knew I had a long way to go as a child (when it comes to being a mother), I just befriended many instead to fill the twin void.
"O you who have believed, do not put [yourselves] before Allah and His Messenger but fear Allah. Indeed, Allah is Hearing and Knowing." - Quran 49:1 (Sahih International)
"The best among you are those who have the best manners and character." - Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him)
"I am not what happened to me, I am what I chose to become." - Carl Jung
"The function of leadership is to create more leaders, not followers." - Ralph Nader
"You have never had to steal my breath or take it away, somehow you have always managed to convince me to hand it over freely." - Tyler Knott Gregson
"These mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb." - Najwa Zebian
"I finally understand that I do not write, I leak." - Tyler Knott Gregson
"I am too little butter on too much bread. I am too many thoughts in too little head." - Tyler Knott Gregson
"How can land be owned by another man...is the sky owned by birds and the river owned by fish." - Lupe Fiasco
"Who you are, what you think, feel, and do, what you love—is the sum of what you focus on." - Carl Newport
"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." - George Bernard Shaw
"The pain leaves bit by bit. Be patient. You are healing." - Yasmin Mogahed
"An image I always like is of a circle of knowledge — but as the circle grows, as the diameter increases, so does the circumference that’s in contact with all that darkness outside the circle of light — that ignorance." - Stuart Firestein
"Sometimes the only way to catch your breath is to lose it completely." - Tyler Knott Gregson
"It's the repetition of affirmations that leads to belief. Once that belief becomes deep conviction, things begin to happen." - Muhammad Ali
"Love isn't soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close." - Stephen King
"To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or a rainbow in its climbing, falling colors." - Maya Angelou
"What we need is more people who specialize in the impossible." - Theodore Roethke
"Travelling. It leave you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller." - Ibn Battuta
"It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone." - Rose Kennedy
"Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory." - Dr. Seuss
Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant. – Robert Louis Stevenson