Wednesday, October 16

A book you love


This is one of the harder ones in this list. I have been reading since forever. I remember the first set of books my mom bought for me. It was a 6-book box set of fairy tales. Those were not the first books I read. She got me those so I would stop reading her Medical encyclopedia. 
I was that kid that read everything and anything. My older cousins would hide their mills and boons when six year old me came to visit. I read My book of bible stories over and over again because a tutor's daughter forgot it during a holiday. Guys remember we called tutors 'Lesson teacher' 
I was that kid that hid Goosebumps in between my textbooks while the teacher dictated. I got in a lot of trouble for that. I went to Arabic school with Harry Potter novels all the time. I got in a lot of trouble for that!

After a lot of thinking, A book that I love, and have decided to write about is Half of a yellow sun.
I read this book for the first time a few years ago, and like everyone else it was instant love. I am not going to write about the obvious. I will tell you why it was special for me.
For the 1st time in my entire life, after reading the book, I read up on the Biafran war. When I was around 8 I came across old newspapers (oh joy) in a cabinet in my dad's room. It had a lot of old Nigerian newspapers, and there was this one with the headline Beauty and the beast. It had the picture of a man in army uniform and a very beautiful woman, It was a wedding picture and the words scribbled below were General Ojukwu and his newly wedded wife Bianca.
I asked my dad, and he might have mentioned Biafra - Looking back now, probably not. He was in the army after all.
Anyways after reading Half of a yellow sun, I did my read up on the Biafran war because I wanted to know more. I needed to know more. I needed to understand.
It's hard to believe that so many lives were lost and most people do not even know about it, but thanks to this book, most people I know actually care to find out about that war, especially if you grew up in the North, seeing as the North has a significant role in the war - Unfortunately.

I haven't seen the movie adaptation yet, I will get it when it is out on DVD hopefully.

And that completes my post for today!
Tell me about a book you love, not your favorite book - just one that you love


Sunday, September 22

Something you feel strongly about 

Every morning I log unto my work email, Bella naija and  Linda Ikeji AND Facebook. Both accounts. Unfailingly. It is a habit.
During Coffee breaks at work I grab as many newspapers as I can (Well honestly, just two. 24 and Metro, if you live in Canada you know what I mean)
As the day goes by, I stumble upon various publications and news reports, and as an avid reader I devour everything. There is always something that comes up. Muslims

I was going to tag this post, The potrayal of Muslims in the media, but I felt that was not exactly what I wanted to write about. I decided that my post under Something you feel strongly about would be How we Muslims potray ourselves to the rest of the world.

I just did a quick search for muslims on google and there I was 100% sure that there would be violence depicted. And of course, there you have it


Or this...
During Ramadan I was at my friend's house for iftar (breaking your fast dinner) and her 7 year old son asked her, 'Mummy are we bad people? Everyone says Muslims are bad'
You could hear my heartbeat. The shock on her face was understandable, but she knew she had it coming. For how long can you keep a child shielded from the news?
30year old Ramla had to explain to her son what thousand of Muslims have recited tons of times to their friends, co-workers, random strangers.
No habibi, Islam is a religion of peace. Or in every religion there are good and bad people and the bad ones give us the bad name
But for how long are we going to keep reciting these movie lines, when we do not show it. We are a religion of peace but we have our brothers and sisters in Islam using violence as a method of communication.
Islam does not condone killing but we wake up everyday to Islamic jihadists shooting people in the mall who could not answer the question, What was the name of the prophets mother?
Subhan'Allah
These events that happen everyday make us sound like hypocrites. Why do you say something and you do the exact opposite.
May the souls of the departed rest in peace, and no words will ever be enough but may God grant their families the fortitude to bear this loss
No amount of #hashtags and blogposts can ever make this right.

Born a Muslim, raised as a Muslim, I never noticed this much uprising until recent years. What do you think is happening?
What are your views on the Muslims you know personally, not the ones you read about? I'd really like to know

Please share your comments below

The 30 day Challenge. Day 1.

Five ways to  win your heart


My heart
Haha let's see.
Why would you want to win my heart? It is not a conquest or a challenge
Anyways, I intend to do this challenge for lack of anything better to do - For real

Umm, for starters NO PICK UP LINES!
There is no such thing called a Good pick up line. That is an oxymoron!
Except if you are Robert Downey Jnr reciting his lines


Be yourself. Honestly I am a sucker for people who don't apologize for the way they are
Okay this is getting a little bit silly
You never really know what you will love about someone

People win you over and you don't even realize it happening
I am a sucker for meaningful conversations/arguments

Kindness.
I don't need to write about this one

Okay on to the next challenge on the list

Something you feel really Strongly about 





Monday, April 2

Float


Sometimes I just want to dissapear, run away or just float

That's right, u read it right, float, because I am not weak enough for suicide, not strong enough for alcohol you see, no its never that serious. I know it gets better, but right now my situation, athough not the best of what i've imagined for myself, is better than thousands', and everytime my forehead kisses the dust in prayer, my heart sings a thousand thanks for his grace, and I know it gets better but disappointments have a way of breaking a strong womans confidence, of locking her foresightedness, of blurring her smile, of breaking her voice but it can never kill her will. No her will will never be broken, her will to try again, her will to be better, her will to accept that everything is following a script, one written for her by the most high, her will to recognize that if he brought her to it, he will surely guide her through it, her will.

So when things seem to be at a stand still, I take a deep breathe of prayer, and dive into the pool of a dream I know exists, a long stroke as I feel my insecurities wash away, get to the bottom and open my eyes, realize that at the lowest point your eyes become a telescope, and you see see what you missed, allow myself come back up to the surface, a better person, and exhale thanks, never forgetting that I wouldn't have made it back without Him and just let go. Float on the surface, weightless and unsinkable



Current Listen: The Weeknd - Loft music
Have a blessed weekend

Thursday, October 6

Falling leaves



Disclaimer: Try to ignore the many random voices in my head reflected in the blog post

Yeah, I didn't go through with the 30 day challenge. What does that say about me?
not that your opinion matters.
Its October, (yeah genius, like nobody knew that) and its Autumn (really, are you really doing this?) and the first sight that greets me when I step out of my house is (not a half naked, balding potbellied neighbor putting up Halloween decorations, thank heavens, NOT that) brown-ness. Yes you heard me. Brown-ness. All the green leaves that gave outdoor that summer picturesqueness (and I don't care if that word was used in proper grammatical sense) look, lay on the floor. Brown. Dead and Dry
 Back to my neighbor, I kid you not, he already has Halloween skeletons and bloodied ghosts hanging in his driveway (why should a ghost be drenched in blood anyway? Aren't they translucent and transparent?
Anyway.
Brown. Dead and Dry.
That just makes me sad for absolutely no reason at all, don't even let me get started on how cranky I am.
Listening to Olu Maintain's Nawti and sipping orange juice in a wine glass, cos I am badass that's how I roll.

Any non alcohol drinker who sips juice in wine glasses? I'm talking about slow sips, twirling and sniffing like you are at a Sommelier wine tasting party? No?
Yeah me neither. I don't even know where that came from *looks away*
Juice break
12 minutes and a phone call later
Yes! I am back, and in a much better mood I must add.
To prove my point and to observe normal blogging protocol, I am going to put a picture that absolutely has no correlation to whatever the blog post is about

That's right.
My friend has been missing for a few days now. She suddenly disappeared off twitter, facebook, of course I didn't realize all these, until she disappeared off bbm. Like she literally just disappeared off my bbm contact list, then I realized she had deactivated her twitter AND facebook accounts (smart girl! i've always wanted to disappear like this too)
And then it hit me. Like Chris did RiRi, it hit me (Omg Sweetness, how low could you get? Really? Chris? RiRi? that was just so uncalled for, jeez)
Yeah, then it dawned on me, that I didn't know anything personal about this acquaintance of mine. Like of course, we talk about men, our jobs, places, movies all the time, but that was it. I knew she was a Sales Rep for some firm downtown, she went to the same college as me, she has a boyfriend she is having slight issues with, an ex who's proposal she was actually considering... I mean I knew the most intimate details of her life, yet we never bothered exchanging addresses, the Starbucks close to Ottawa University was such a convenient meeting spot. We don't have each other's phone numbers (why call when there's social networking right?) I don't know any member of her family or her friends and she doesn't know anybody on my side. We don't even have mutual friends on Facebook!
And the last I heard from her was
''I told him its ova... he is as crazy as f*ck. He hit me!!!''


That was 13 days ago, I shouldn't be worried right?
Especially since I know she's one to take spontaneous unplanned road trips out of town, or head to Las Vegas for a week... Her surname on Facebook is 'Amour' like: Real name Amour. Right
That's like calling myself sweetness on Facebook, my point is I dont even know her full name

Which leads me to the question, How many SNF's have you got? Social Networking Friends. You met online on blogger or twitter, after a few weeks comments, posts, tweets and retweets strengthened the bond. A month later Bbm pins, yahoo, MSN chat rooms made keeping in touch easier (Speaking of which, does anyone actually use yahoo messenger anymore?) Skype on weekends completed the symphony. But if all of these Social networking platforms were to be taken away from you, that friendship would disappear along with it.
How many? Do let me know in the comment section, as I proceed to get mailing addresses and home phone numbers of my SNFs. I kid, I kid!
Or am I?


But really no body sips apple juice in a wine glass???
Its been real guys! Have an awesome weekend! x


Still going to publish the post anyway, even though editing the 1st part where I was ranting seems like a very good idea. Ah! but oh well

Sunday, August 14

30 day challenge

Will start tomorrow, for lack of anything else to blog about....