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Dec. 22nd, 2006 @ 07:28 pm 1L is DONE!
holy bajeezers! my first year of law school is done. this semester was Such a whirlwind. there was a small point in the semester that i actually Disliked law school. that was kind of sad but i can understand why. the semester was draining because for the first half i was so sick and then the second half i kind of felt like i was playing catch up- and by catch up, i mean give up. also, it was hard to be super into school during ramadan because so many other things are going on. luckily nadi came home around thanksgiving, gave me a firm slap and told me to shape up. so for the final stretch i buckled down (as much as someone like me can) studied and felt good about my finals. this time around they were so much easier than the summer. i think that is mostly because it wasn't my first time. but law school exams are funny- i think the grading is pretty arbitrary. i am glad i am not overly concerned about grades, it makes law school way more fun. and i am learning so much in any case, and that is what i am here for.

i am in love with my classmates. they are some super amazing people. i really want good things to happen to all of them. i hope we all are still close next semester even though we only have one class together. i also hope i get to spend more time hanging out with some people that i didnt get to see as much this semester.

i would like to make some goals for next semester but i am tired so i am going to crawl into bed with the vogue and the economist and drink some more tea!

(I am going to be in Chicago from tuesday to saturday if anyone is there and wants to meet up.)

Happy Holidays everyone!!!!!
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Aug. 25th, 2006 @ 01:55 pm re-cap
the first semester of law school is over! it wasn't what i expected in many ways. in fact it was much better than any expectation that i had for it. in the begining i wondered if we would all ever really become friends. there were oceans between some of us, and albiet some people have stayed on their islands, we know a lot about each other and we are all much closer. i am still excited to hear everyone's stories, get to know people better, etc. i understand the difficulty of the admissions process now, because they are trying to form a class- they are not just picking people to come to law school. it makes sense now. how we learn from each other, how our interactions shape our understanding of the world on the most trivial planes and on more complex planes as well. how our contributions in class, and in our study groups will shape us.

i learned that law school is not that hard but i dont think i did very much in terms of studying and giving it my all. i would say i gave about 24 percent this semester. next semester i want to give about 80 percent. this is a serious leap but i have good reasons for wanting to work harder. it seems like school would be more fun, classes more beneficial if you really got into it. i just want to remember to always be happy in what i am doing and not get sucked up anything. not ever feel like i am working my ass off for a Grade. who cares? if i let grades define me, i'll let my title define me tomorrow and i dont ever want that from myself or from my life. so i hope i continue to love the law, learn to understand it better and grow as a person, just by virtue of the awesome people i have around me.

i feel like i am on a high and low now. excited at the rush of reflection and the great things this semester has brought and down at the things i could have done better, changed and the fact that this will never come back again. i never recalled myself to be such a sap, i am sure that almost none of my classmates share my sentiments but i feel like something is ending already. now come all the fall starters, the grad students, the UNDERGRADS!!, the other professors and life in ann arbor will return to how it is when the craziness of fall hits. there will be football games, clubs and organizations, learning squash, meeting other muslims, studying harder, and taking the relationships that have started this semester and making them for real friendships.

in the more near future- i am going to my parents in twenty minutes, leaving for boston tomorrow and will be at isna next weekend. i hope i get some rest in those periods!
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Jun. 24th, 2006 @ 11:03 pm elizabeth bishop
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 @ 12:06 pm today, buckley is love
Once I was a soldier
And I fought on foreign sands for you
Once I was a hunter
And I brought home fresh meat for you
Once I was a lover
And I searched behind your eyes for you
And soon there'll be another
To tell you I was just a lie
And sometimes I wonder
Just for a while
Will you remember me
And though you have forgotten
All of our rubbish dreams
I find myself searching
Through the ashes of our ruins
For the days when we smiled
And the hours that ran wild
With the magic of our eyes
And the silence of our words
And sometimes I wonder
Just for a while
Will you remember me
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Jun. 10th, 2006 @ 12:40 pm Heaven is a place on earth
all right then. i have been having a great time lately. i have been able to write good private journal entries, get a lot of reading done, celebrate some awesome milestones in my life and start law school. i have been able to push out some prose that i am actually proud of and feel like i have a nice rhythm going in the story that i am working on.

i am soooo happpy right now. i realize that any problems, stress- real or imagined that i felt i was having was due to almost a complete absence of intellectual stimulation in my life. and thus the high of being in school again is amazing. i love it. reading the cases is amazing. once you get past the legal jargon and can start reading more carefully, it is awesome to analyze the logic of a decision, the political and ethical ramifications of the rulings and just the general excitement that comes from trying to get your head around these concepts you have thought about all your life but didn't have the words for.

i feel like i did when i started women's studies. experiencing that awakening and shifting the gaze with which i saw the world. i hope i never get to that point where i feel like i've arrived.

i haven't met that many people yet. i attribute that to my low self esteem lately, and just my complete social awkwardness. there are some days that you just don't want to deal with overcoming stereotypes about that dumb cloth on your head. that you don't want to be ridiculously funny, or cute or nice so people don't think you are oppressed or don't know english or just different- not one of them.

but i say that with my own prejudices and biases in mind. i say that with the realization that i understand why people may be inclined to have those thoughts or views about me or any other muslim woman or any other minority in general. so i can live with it.

in any case, the class is still great. i have no doubt that we will all be friends by the end of the summer. i really do believe the deans when they say that some of the best friends we will ever have are sitting in our classes right now. that is exciting.
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May. 11th, 2006 @ 12:03 pm hate me today
I feel so sad right now

For people who don't realize their dreams
and those that didn't encourage them.
For parents who are close minded
and for the broken hearts that ensue.
For george bush, condelezza rice and the lot
and that there will be a day of judgment for them as well.
For dead end lives
and the circumstances that lead to them.
For hearts without compassion
and the minds that justify it.
For the evil in this world
and for the eyes that stopped seeing beauty.




"While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight
You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate
You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take"
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Apr. 28th, 2006 @ 11:07 am she never knew there was anything more than poor
Dear man driving in the Saab convertible on west Davison, Why did you put the top of your car up? Did you think those four little black kids were going to jump you? They’re only six years old, playing a game of hopscotch. Do you look at your daughters friends the same way, eyes cast with suspicion and worry?

I wish I could remember what it was like to be poor. Was life very different? Is it any better now? I don’t ever remember ever being unhappy because of money. When we moved to America we didn’t have much money but I don’t think we ever really felt it because my parents worked so hard and they managed the money we did have so well. I never remember being hungry.

Working in the area I do has really opened up my eyes about poverty. Never before have I been consistently approached by people for money or food. Standing at the gas station, it is not uncommon to see that the person who filled up before me could only afford to put in three or four dollars of gas. There are women with clothes falling off that approach me, there are men who are incoherently rambling and picking fights with other customers that approach me, there are men who whisper in my ear if I offer money that approach me, there are women with children in tow and faces that show weeks without decent sleep that approach me.

And when they thank me profusely, I am embarrassed. I want to tell them, please I did nothing to deserve this life of comfort, and you too may have done nothing more than be born into your state. I want to turn away but they won’t let me. They are asking me to see them, to recognize their humanity. They are human. They are like our parents, who we sometimes can’t see as more than mom or dad. They are people who want love, who have physical and emotional needs, who worry what other people think, who wonder if this is all life holds. The truth is that we really aren’t that different, and maybe that is why we fear them.

So sometimes it is easier just to see a pile of rags, to smell something sour, to offer a dollar but not a smile, to offer a leftover sandwich but not a story.
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Apr. 25th, 2006 @ 02:38 pm here comes the rain again, beating on my head like a memory
i started off the weekend with a mad case of the blues. i was being a grouch all around.

friday- feraz and i went to a cycling class. it was fun and a much harder workout than i expected. the instructor like all the others at the summit, was great. she kept us pumped and pushed us to go as hard as we could without making us feel bad if we weren't crazy fit mokeys. the only problem is that i have not mastered sitting on the bike and ended up with a well sore bum all weekend. i will have to work on that next time around. since i am so short it is kind of hard for me to reach the handle bars i noticed.

after our workout feraz and i went to the musjid for the weekly 'angels circle' talk. this week the talk was about apostasy in islam and was given by sheikh ali. i liked it even if the topic was highly relevant.

i also finished reading the namesake. the book helped give me a perspective on what my parents must have felt like moving to america. it made me cry at a lot of parts. when the mom talks about how the only calls that come at night are bad news from overseas. or when the father dies. or when the boy goes into relationship after relationship that is doomed to fail. i was disappointed that the author ends up pairing him with an indian girl in the end because i dont feel it was true to nikhals character but the ending was still good. now i am reading down and out in paris and london. i only started it yesterday (monday) but i like it a lot. i have never been disappointed by orwell though.

saturday morning i moped around in bed and tried to think of something to do. maria told me about a death to mcat party and that is where i wound up. it was actually quite fun hanging out wtih some younger people (not really that much younger) and kicking back eating cake and watching movies. (pretty woman and fightplan)

sunday i woke up at 11:20 and had to be in rochester hills by 12:30. i threw on some clothes and got ready for the long drive. i hate that troy is so far away. i shouldn't complain, because at least i am not in another state or anything from my friends but i hate driving, and that is a stretch to make at least once a week. i also calculated that right now it costs about eleven dollars for me to drive to troy and back. :( it was def. worth it though. i met up with sarah, maria, shabina and seher and we headed up to birch run. there was not too much complaining about my supposedly crap music collection and the rain was a nice touch to the drive. we got some great shopping done at the mall and i now have a lovellly new trench coat that i am really enjoying. i also got lots of other clothes that don't fit to motivate me to keep losing weight. not that i dont already own about forty shirts that should be motivating me already.

i was supposed to get back from the mall at 5ish so i could go back to canton but we ended up being there longer than we had anticipated. we got back to rochester around seven and i didnt make it home til after eight.

my brother's flight came in at 2:40 and everyone was at the canton house to welcome him home and just hang out. i felt bad because i wasn't there and my whole family was. luckily they are super cool and no one was mad at me for not having been there most of the time. although my mood was considerably better on sunday compared to the onset of the weekend, seeing my family really was the cherry on top.

since qasar lives in japan now it is rare for us all to be together, but here we were, all five of us plus feraz and his parents having a fun evening together. it made me really really happy. i am so blessed to have these two amazing worlds.

yesterday i was back at the gym after being a bum over the weekend. kickboxing was different this week and i think she pushed us harder. the weights i am at right now are getting easy so that is great. maybe by next week i will be ready to push up the resistance. tonight i am either going to yoga or pilates fusion. i have to make up my mind.

finally a recap of the last few days would not be complete without acknowledging all the amazing sports games that were on this weekend!
Red Wings vs. Oilers- WINGSS!! (sunday was not as good to us :()
Liverpool vs. Chelsea - LIVERPOOL!!!
Pistons vs Mil. - DEEEEEEEEEEEEETTRRROOOIIIIIITTTTTT!!

Detroit is the place to be for sports right now!!!!
Pistons- 1 down, 15 to go!!!
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Apr. 22nd, 2006 @ 10:03 pm lets learn to breathe again
the other day i wrote in reply to a comment that it was my sophomore year that i learned that it was ok to cry. and it was you who taught me. but what can i teach you? but what can i be to you? do friendships see seasons and are they born again in spring? it is spring now. i am waiting with a camera in my back pocket, a shoulder to cry on and a samosa to look forward to.

you say what you want to say
your diamonds are drops of rain
your smile is your credit card
and your currency is your love

and the morning is for you
and the air is free
and the birds sing for you
and your positivity

watch out

so you play where you want to play
on the main streets where the creeps all pray
and you can feel like you're in dynasty
and you can be what you want to be

and the morning is for you
and the air is free
and the birds sing for you
and your positivity

and the car crash for you
and the sunshine is free
and the sirens call you

yes the morning is for you
yes the air is free
and yes the world spins for you
and your positivity

positivity
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Apr. 21st, 2006 @ 02:57 pm streetlight people
Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin' anywhere
Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train goin' anywhere

A singer in a smokey room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on


Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night


Working hard to get my fill,
everybody wants a thrill
Payin' anything to roll the dice,
just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on


(chorus)


Don't stop believin'
Hold on to the feelin'
Streetlight people
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Apr. 21st, 2006 @ 11:35 am this is where i used to live
Do you remember the first house you lived in?

My first home was in Pakistan, a small place with two rooms and a kitchen. I remember the day we got a water pump. It was shortly after Attiya was born and I didn’t understand why there were men everywhere, or why my mom was crying. I remember cold Pakistani winter mornings washing my face as my brother poured water from the lota. I remember my dad's scooter on which i loved to ride. If I close my eyes for a long time I remember little else, except for waves of emotions that wash over me, reminding me that I was there.

My first home in America was in Warren, Michigan. I rarely think of it or of my time there. It is characterized by darkness and ugliness. I remember fights in the middle of the night. I remember creepy men on the sidewalks and at the park. I remember feelings of isolation, of unfamiliarity, of complete abandonment. Where was God? If I close my eyes for a long time, as tears force their way out, I wish that I remembered little else.

In, 'Don't Be Sad' the author tells us that "the path is non-existent." I have to disagree.

By failing to acknowledge the past, we deny the very fabric that has molded us. Our nuances, our likes and dislikes are shaped by incidents that live in the dark recesses of our minds. Why has it been so hard to read Quran for my whole life? Why will I always be scared of the dark? Why will sunshine always bring me joy?

"By brooding over the past and its tragedies, one exhibits a form of insanity – a kind of sickness that destroys resolve to live for the present moment. Those who have a firm purpose have filed away and forgotten occurrences of the past, which will never again see light, since they occupy such a dark place in the recesses of the mind."

Through understanding our past we come to know ourselves. By exploring pain, we strip it of its power to paralyze us. The past should not have ownership over us, it should not dictate our future or pen our destiny, but to deny it, is to deny the foundation upon which we are built.

"Only memories, fading memories
Blending into dull tableaux
I want them back
I want them back"
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Apr. 20th, 2006 @ 03:13 pm why can't we all get along?
Christianity: All things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye so to them; for this is the law and the prophets. Matthew 7:1

Confucianism: Do not do to others what you would not like yourself. Then there will be no resentment against you, either in the family or in the state. Analects 12:2

Buddhism: Hurt not others in ways that you yourself would find hurtful. Udana-Varga 5,1

Hinduism: This is the sum of duty; do naught onto others what you would not have them do unto you. Mahabharata 5,1517

Islam: No one of you is a believer until he desires for his brother that which he desires for himself. Sunnah

What is hateful to you, do not do to your fellowman. This is the entire Law; all the rest is commentary. Talmud, Shabbat 3id

Taoism: Regard your neighbor’s gain as your gain, and your neighbor’s loss as your own loss. Tai Shang Kan Yin P’ien

Zoroastrianism: That nature alone is good which refrains from doing another whatsoever is not good for itself. Dadisten-I-dinik, 94,5
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Apr. 20th, 2006 @ 02:59 pm i am really worried about the ummah... may Allah preserve us all
lunch = salad, chicken kabob, whole wheat bread, diet pepsi.

new snacks for my desk at work = 8 pack almond joy, 2 boxes of charlston chews minis, dots, crows, popcorn, & bubble gum. come visit.

yesterday i had my first bhangara lesson. it was pretty embarassing.

pilates fusion was a hard class for me.

today is cycling or piyo... wait and see.

i can see for miles and miles.......
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Apr. 20th, 2006 @ 12:22 pm i see your true colors and thats why i love you
i love art supplies stores.

all the colors. markers. paints. crayons. color pencils. paint brushes. beautiful paper. oil pastels. colors. colors. colors.

today i am going to dick blicks art supplies.

the objective of the trip is to buy some quality calligraphy supplies. hopefully i will not empty my bank account buying all the other pretty things. i am like a kid in a candy store around art supplies.

inshaAllah (God Willing) i will be starting my calligraphy lessons soon. I try to practice on my own but i suck at doing things alone, i like to have teachers and direction.

if anyone is interested we can have an art party at my house. we have a big patio and we can all bring out our big sketch pads or canvases and work a saturday away. that would make me happy in a big way. we can play the corrs and damien rice in the background and eat ice cream when we are done.

does anyone know the where abouts of one erin marie mcdonald?

i pray that everyone is happy and finds joy with a capital OY.


Show me a smile then
don't be unhappy, can't remember
when I last saw you laughing
if this world makes you crazy
and you've taken all you can bear
you call me up
because you know I'll be there

And I'll see your true colors
shining through
I see your true colors
and that's why I love you
so don't be afraid to let them show
your true colors
true colors are beautiful
like a rainbow
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Apr. 19th, 2006 @ 02:01 pm what do you say when words get in the way?
i have been crying a lot lately. every little thing makes me cry. entries my friends have posted about people passing away. accounts of the life of the Prophet. ice cream cones and brownies. the thought of little girls being seduced on myspace. the bombing in karachi. the feeling of the sun hitting down on you as you drive and the wind blows through you. the girl who was raped at duke. people who hate everyone around them. the wrongs i have done to my family and my parents. the joy that cuts the pain that cuts the joy that cuts the pain....

one year ago, i remember visiting a cemetery and feeling nothing. i was trying to force myself to cry and i couldn’t. and even the knowledge that my heart had hardened, could not force out a tear. i was becoming cold to the world around me. one may wonder, when we are plagued by tragic stories, when murders, genocides, rapes, and injustice are daily occurrences, then how can we continue to emotionally respond to each situation? when cell phones, the internet, and fast cars are a part of our life, how can there be elation or joy from blades of grass, kids laughing, or a strangers smile?

our generation is coming to know the worst of life and the best of life and these extremes leave little room for living- for feeling.

so, we are forced to make a choice. at what cost do we protect ourselves from the harshness of this world? do we close our hearts from love, so that no one can ever hurt us? do we not feel for even one death because it means we have to acknowledge all death-including our own? do we reject happiness so we may never lose it? do we reject joy so we don't have to accept pain? we are forced to make a choice that acknowledges the world around us. its ability to mold us, to hurt us, and to love us.

i have been crying a lot lately- and i thank God for that.
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Apr. 18th, 2006 @ 02:47 pm they don't love you like i love you.
yesterday was a fun fun day.

i woke up bright and early and headed to the gym to meet my trainer. she is really nice and her door is open so i think that will help me out when i dont have this crazy beginners motivation. after i finished with her i decided i would do a little cardio since i was already at the gym. i lasted a whole ten minutes on the elliptical before going home. my relationship with the gym is a love/hate one. i always feel so self conscious, and there are often eyes watching the hijabi working out. especially in canton, where random aunties and uncles are at the gym. i hate it. but to feel ownership over your body, to feel it strengthening and having physical control over it as it builds and molds and becomes powerful. i love it.

the personal satisfaction that comes from being fit and healthy outweighs the insecurities and hence i will continue to stick with my routine insha'Allah (God WIlling)work was work as usual. sometimes it passes faster than other days. i wonder if i will ever make it in the real world. for realz.

after work i went home and feraz and i headed to our kickboxing class. we got there on time but the room was packed. i can understand why, the workout was fun and fast. it wasn't killing you at any point but still your body was being tested. i was really happy with it and will stick with it. feraz thought it was too girly and will just work out on his own while i go to the class from now on. tonight i am going to pilates fusion and am excited to see how that will work out. i am pretty sore today from yesterdays morning and evening workouts but i didn't do my weight training yesterday so i havee to get that in today. borinnggggg...

after working out i headed to tajweed class. the more i am understanding the more i like the class. i wish i had started long long ago but at least i am giving it a go now. so far tajweed is fun to me and it makes me see the arabic language in a completely different way. stuff i learned from when i was younger is beg. to come back to me. yayy team!

after class i came home and razi was over for dinner. feraz, fahad, razi and i ate the yummy yummy food that amee made. i love a good dinner. after that we walked razi back to his cousins house who lives by us.

once we got home we put in a old french film that fahad brought home. feraz and i were so tired that we didn't make it through the whole thing. we are getting ollddd!!! we headed to bed early and this morning i slept in til after ten! i came to work pretty late and am in the mood to leave early.

sorry for the immensely boring entry... when you are bored, your writing is bound to be boring as well. hopefully i will think of something more fun to write about in the near future.

love love love.

does anyone in the canton area want to teach me to sew or know someone who can help me? i really need to learn by june. thank you. (i have my own machine and lots of material)
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Apr. 17th, 2006 @ 04:24 pm You'll never silence tha voice of tha voiceless
Oh sweet life, what more could I ask of from you?

This past weekend was the MMYC conference. It was actually quite fun for me.

The only thing I regret is getting stressed out Saturday evening. Getting stressed is the dumbest thing ever. It doesn’t help anything or ever improve a situation so what is the point? I like new situations because they teach you how you can improve yourself, what your weaknesses are, and bring you down a notch.

The best thing about the conference was that it got me even more pumped for camp al hilal. I have lots of ideas and energy to work on it now. The mistakes from this conference will help to get out many kinks for camp and also there were some great people to recruit for camp, speakers and counselors alike.

Although I didn’t get a chance to really bond hardcore with anyone, I did get to meet some new people and get to know some people I am familiar with much better. The sister’s counselors were so awesome. They were so nice, patient, caring, and such good examples for me. I love meeting good people, because they humble you and you have someone to look up to help better yourself.

At the end of it all, I got to come home to the best husband ever. Who ran outside to help me with my stuff before I could even make it to the door. Who picked out the perfect outfit for me to wear to the dahvat we were going to that night. Who listens to my stories and doesn’t let me backbite or say mean things. Who understood that I couldn’t call over the weekend and did not make me feel bad about it. Who always says all the best things and makes me laugh and is one of the best people I have met, ever.
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Mar. 28th, 2006 @ 11:58 am Iqbal
"What's the world's greatest lie?" the boy asked, completely surprised. "It's this: that at a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what's happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. That's the world's greatest lie."
-The Alchemist



Yesterday I watched a recently released Indian movie, Iqbal. It is the story of a deaf boy who has dreams about becoming a famous cricket player. In the film a lady says 'if a person follows their legend, the whole world conspires to help them' (very roughly translated)

In the book I am reading right now, The Alchemist- the same statement is one of the main themes of the book. That we are all put here with a goal that we are to achieve. In the book it is called our personal legend and it is one that our hearts are aware of, but the more we neglect our personal legend, the more the voice of our heart is muted and we fall into a life of the ordinary.

For a long time I have struggled with the concept of pre destination. i don't buy it. I don’t think our lives were written for us. There is a hadith that ends, 'the pens have been lifted and the ink has dried' and many people take this to mean that khallus, our life is not in our hands. It has already been decided what will happen for us.

Well that sucks, doesn't it? If that’s the case, what is the point of this entry? What is the point of me telling my husband i love him fifty times a day? if we are going to stay together or get divorced is already written. Why not walk in front of a bus? If i am going to die, i am going to die. Why study for school? You get the point.

When i read that the pens have been lifted and the ink has dried, i think it merely is a reflection of the fact that Allah knows everything that happens. He knows the past and the future and although nothing happens against His will, he willed us to have free-will. (say that three times fast)How can we be held accountable for our actions if we didn’t even have the choice to make them? If everything was already decided for us- what we would do in every instance in our life, then how can we be punished or rewarded for any act?

so what does this have to do with personal legends? I believe that all of us are destined to do something great and great is extremely relative. I agree with the little boy Santiago in The Alchemist who believes that one should listen to the voice of their heart and follow what it says. In today's society we are plagued by dissatisfaction in our lives and we are constantly in the search of something to fill our voids. That search begins within us before anything else and the answers will always be in us. Iqbal was deaf and he heard his calling, Santiago is a shepherd boy and follows his dream, so why can't you or I?
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Mar. 27th, 2006 @ 02:54 pm something witty
Updating three times in one hour is a bit much but i'm in a mood to write.

Life is great. this Thursday I had my preview weekend at ann arbor and am really excited to start law school. it seems like the opportunities afterwards are endless and i hope that i do something worthwhile with this blessing in front of me. i am still at odds about the PhD program. i am most seriously considering the public policy PhD right now but that will probably change within a week anyway. i need to make sure that i am pursuing the PhD for the right reasons and that it will be a benefit to me personally and professionally.

“A’auzu Billahi Min ‘Ilm-il La Yanfa’au” ----- “I seek Allah’s refuge from the knowledge which is of no benefit”.

overall, the preview was good, it answered lots of questions i had and has made me more enthusiastic about choosing michigan. i also met some people who will be in my summer class and am happy that they seem cool and nice.

the sacred time project conference was at uofm this weekend as well. Dr. Jackson is a pretty good animated lecturer overall so i didnt mind the conference too much. the problem with a lot of these muslim conferences is that it is a lot of rhetoric and i dont really think many people really derive much benefit from them. but at the end of the day it was a decent way to spend my time and i learned a couple of things for which i am grateful. and anyways, there was wireless so i just went on my laptop when i wanted to zone out.

last night i also went to seher’s engagement which was fun. i got to see some friends who i have missed dearly and am very happy that seher has found someone that makes her happy insha'Allah. keep her and allll the other girls that have gotten engaged lately in your prayers! it is going to be another mad crazy wedding season this summer.

I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go
theres beauty in the break down
Mar. 27th, 2006 @ 02:37 pm Also..
As I was doing some reading on how to interact with other Muslims on subjects that there may be controversy I ran across these guidelines about how to interact with others which i think are mostly good whether you are muslim or not. word.

The Messenger (S.A.W.) warned us about the seriousness of speaking. The prophet said, in an authentic hadith reported by Imams At-Tirmithi and Ibn-Majah, that, “A person may say a word that is pleasing to Allah (S.W.T.) and he may not think much of it, but Allah (S.W.T.) will, (because of that word), bestow his pleasure upon him on the Day of Judgment, and a person may say a word that is displeasing to Allah (S.W.T.), and he may not think much of it, but Allah will have, (because of that word) put his wrath and anger on him on the Day of Judgment.”

Speaking can be dangerous. So, we should control it within the limits of Islam, guided by Allah (S.W.T.) and His Messenger Muhammad (S.A.W.).

Here are some of the ways that we can control our speaking:

1- We should speak only if we our speech will be good and beneficial. We should remember the famous saying, “If you do not have anything good to say, don't say anything at all.” Imams Bukhari and Muslim reported that the prophet (S.A.W.) said, “Whosoever believes in Allah and the Last Day, let him say good or remain silent.”

2-We should be truthful when we speak and refrain from lying: The believer should always tell the truth, and he should never lie even if when he is joking around. Imams Bukhari and Muslim reported that the prophet (S.A.W.) said, "You must speak the truth for the truth leads to virtue and virtue leads to Paradise . One, who always speaks the truth and means the truth, is recorded as truthful with Allah. Keep away from the lie for the lie leads to evil and evil leads to the Hell Fire and one who continually tells a lie and intends to lie is recorded with Allah as a liar.”

3- We should refrain from using bad language or cursing at all times: Never use bad language, even if you are serious or just kidding around, because Allah hates the disobedient, and He hates the one who curses. Disobedient talk includes bad-mouthing others, and cursing. For this reason, the prophet (S.A.W.) warned us in an authentic hadith that , “The believer does not accuse, curse others, disobey Allah, nor bad-mouth others.” and in another authentic hadith , “The curse of a Muslim is a sign of disobedience.” Not only are we prohibited from cursing at the living, but we are also forbidden to curse at the dead. The prophet (S.A.W.) forbade us when he said; “Do not curse the dead; they will get it for what they had done (in this life)” and the prophet even (S.A.W.) ordered us in another hadith to, "Mention the good things about the dead.”

4- We should refrain from Gheebah or backbiting Gheebah means to talk about someone behind their back in a manner that he/she would dislike. Allah (S.W.T) says in Surat Al-Hujurat, in what could be translated as, "And do not backbite one another." Furthermore, we should refrain from Nameemah , which means spreading around rumors that would cause conflict among people. In fact, the prophet said in an authentic hadith , "He who makes Namimah does not enter Paradise .” And when someone is committing Gheebah or Nameemah, then we should stop listening to them, because if we keep listening, then we will share their sins.

5- We should refrain from swearing by the name of Allah unless it is absolutely necessary. Allah (S.W.T.) says in surat Al-Baqarah, what can be translated as, “And do not make Allah's (Name) an excuse in your oaths.” (Verse 224)

6- We should speak about matters within our knowledge and expertise: If you do not know what you are talking about, then remain silent. Allah (S.W.T.) says in surat Al-Isra'a, what can be translated as, “And do not follow [ say] that of which you have no knowledge.” (Verse 36)

7- We should not speak about matters that we hear about, without investigation: We always hear things from others that may not be so truthful or accurate, and some people talk about things even when they are doubtful. So in order to avoid sharing their sins, you should not speak without making sure that what people are saying is true. The prophet (S.A.W.) warns us in an authentic hadith, “It is enough sin a person commits when he talks about everything he hears.”

8- We should make sure that our goals from our speech should be to find the truth. We should not worry about how or who reveals the truth; just make sure that someone reveals the truth in the end.

9- We should refrain from involvement in senseless arguments in which the sole purpose is to put down others and to show superiority: Aimless arguments are signs of misguidance. (We seek refuge with Allah from it). For this reason, the prophet (S.A.W.) warned us in an authentic hadith reported by Imam At-Tirmithi, "A people did not get misguided after Allah had guided them, but they were aimlessly argumentative.” Stay away from arguments even if the truth is on your side, so that you can end a pointless argument. The prophet (S.A.W.) said in another authentic hadith reported by Imam Abu-Dawud, “I guarantee a house in the surroundings of Paradise for the one who stopped being aimlessly argumentative even if he is right.”

10- We should make our speech simple, clear, and avoid difficult words: There is no reason to use eloquent language or complicated words when no one understands; also, avoid hurtful words that put down others, because the prophet (S.A.W.) hates this kind of talk. The prophet (S.A.W.) said in a fair hadith reported by Imam At-Tirmithi, “The people whom I hate the most and who are the farthest from me on the Day of Judgment are those who talk uselessly, and those who put down others, and those who shows off when they talk.”

11- We should make sure our speech is clear, quiet, and audible enough for others to hear and understand: Sometimes, the prophet (S.A.W.) used to repeat important words three times to make sure that it was understood and he used to make his speech simple and easy for everyone to understand.

12- We should make sure our speech is serious and to joke around very sparingly: And if you do decide to be humorous, at least make truthful jokes just like the prophet (S.A.W.) used to do.

13- We should avoid interrupting others while they speak and we should listen to what they have to say until they finish their statement: Afterwards, you should comment on what they have said—only if necessary. We should not waste time by repeating or commenting on everything, everyone says.

14- We should talk and debate in a polite manner, avoiding words that hurt, put down, or humiliate others: All messengers ordered this good way of speech. When Allah sent Mousa and his brother Haroun to Pharaoh, he ordered them to speak to him nicely. Allah (S.W.T.) says in Surat Taha, “And speak to him (Pharaoh) mildly, perhaps he may accept caution or fear Allah.” (Verse 44) Always remember, you are no better than Mousa and Haroun and the person you are debating with is no worse than Pharaoh.

15- We should not reject what a person says just because their speech is mixed with right and wrong information: Never reject the truth, even if someone has mixed the truth with false details. Sort out the information that is truthful, and disregard what is dishonest or wrong. By doing this, we are establishing justice and fairness that Allah (S.W.T.) has commanded us to do.

16-We should not give our selves complements nor should we praise or pat ourselves on the backs in front of others: This type of behavior is a sign that a person is arrogant. We should avoid being arrogant, and be humble because Allah (S.W.T.) forbade us from it in Surat An-Najm, what can be translated as, “Do not complement yourself, He (Allah) knows best of those who are pious.” (Verse 32)

After listening to all this advice on how we should conduct our speech and our language, we should think twice before we speak. Furthermore, we should be more careful and remember that there are two angels sitting on our shoulders recording every word we utter. Think about this information and reflect on it the next time you are in a conversation, a debate, or in a meeting with others.
theres beauty in the break down