I've gone for college......I hope to go to Jannah.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Why it really isn't nice to stare at people

Assalamu alaikum,

I'm sorry i write so inconsistently....get used to it, I don't change that easily. Anyways, I am having a hard time accepting that some non-muslims just don't understand what's wrong with staring at people. And of all people, Americans always stare at me. Seriously!! Men, women, boys, girls, seniors, and even the cute baby standing behind me in Safeway! God! Look, I'm sorry I'm talking this way but I decided that perhaps if I start speaking out about it, 10 years from now when I'm all famous and stuff and everyone's reading my terrific blog, the stares will decrease in quantity. You know what really hurts? It's like just because you wear a hijab (scarf) on your head, you're not human anymore. Everyone can stare at you. But you can't stare back. This really old lady once almost dropped her shopping bags when she saw me. That caught me by surprise because come on, the older the wiser, right? Well, I'm looking at her trying to figure out what's wrong, and she notices I'm looking. So she gets this really scared look on her face and takes off!! I didn't know she could run so fast!

And you know, this other time, at this check-out line, a 5 or 6-year old was standing there, just staring with his mouth wide open. And then, when my mom finished paying and we're leaving, I hear that little boy, "Mom, what is that??" Like I was an alien that didn't belong there.

But these are just the nice people. There are some really subjected people that think it's okay to swear at Muslims and it hurts. Really. I think that is how I first learned about the f-word. and I don't even know why he called me that.

And finally, there are that people that think "Oh she's a muslim, she can't speak English". I go up to the lady at the check-out counter (all my luck happens at the check-out counter) and that next minute, she's talking rrreeally ssllooow. I get impatient and annoyed and she thinks I cant comprehend even that so she starts doing sign language!! You know what? Just because I am an Arab and you probably heard me talk in Arabic to my mom, that doesn't mean I don't speak English too.

Look, main point, if you are a non-muslim who happens to stare at Muslims, can you please stop that? If you want to learn more about Islam and Muslims, you should contact one by talking-not by staring. If you really want answers, walk up to any Muslim and ask. We speak English, you know....

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

A bunch of topics

Assalamu alaikum:

How do you know if you love Allah? I mean, really. How do you know if you love His messenger? If you love him enough? Or wait...maybe the question should be: how do you know if they love you enough? ok, you know what...I'm not sounding right. I'm usually pretty good at expressing myself through writing, but something's seriously up with this blog.

I guess I'm really annoyed at how inconsistant I write. Or how I'm not really writing about the things i want to. I want to write about how much I want to go to Makkah. How annoyed I am at the Americans that hate me even though they don't know me. At all the wars around the world-the ones that make me feel like I am dying. Slowly, but surely. The brother in Iraq is my hand. The sister in Palestine, my lungs. The mother in Afghanistan, my eyes. When they die, so do I.

I feel so useless. Like, what can I do? Correction: What should I do? And when? When I go to Egypt (where I plan to live as soon as I turn 18,btw) I feel that we American Muslims are so spoiled. It was in Egypt that I first cried for the dead around the world. It was in Egypt that I first started to pray at night. To cry at night. To humble myself, instead of always seeking more. and more. It was in Egypt that I started to realize the power of charity.

You know here in California, I walk into the masjid, right up to the donation box, and Blink! There goes my quarter (I usually give more than that, but I like the word "blink!" and dollar bills don't make any sounds). I used to feel happy. YAY!! I just helped "the masjid renovation/paying-all-the-bills-that-the-masjid-gets committee". But I can never see my money helping anyone. I used to blame myself for not feeling excitement at helping pay the electricity bills, but it was in the busy streets of Cairo that I realized the truth. The happiness that comes with charity is in the eyes of a homeless boy, fed after days. The eyes of an orphan girl, finally able to get the medicine she needs.
Allah is merciful, you get the reward in the dunya and akhirah.

If you are sad one day, mourning over a fateful experience you just had, go outside and put a dollar in the hands of one who needs you. You will be the richest person on Earth!

Monday, June 15, 2009

The Fairness of Life

Assalamu alaikum,

People always say that life is unfair. I disagree. Life is fairer than half of the mankind that have it. By life, I am referring to what happens to us in it. As in, Allah. Allah is the most just and there is no injustice that can happen....without good coming out of it. I used to believe that in life, you suffer. In after-life, you take revenge. I know realize that you suffer in both. You get revenge in both too.

No one has ever hurt me in any way except that Allah (SWT) rewarded me because of it. I am a little sad now. If Allah rewards me for everything in life, what happens when I die? I am really sad now. I hope I don't go to Hell. Allah, may I never even have to see it. I wish the same for you.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Uniting the Slaves of God Under God

Hello everyone,

I love God. So do many of mankind. So join me as I remind the world of who's truly up there. The saddest thing in the world is to be created by someone and live your life not knowing it.