Damsel with a broken foot

So I broke my foot.

Actually I didn’t, its just a sprain and I felt like saying that. Somehow I managed to twist my foot yesterday. We went to a clinic nearby where they thought it was a fracture and recommended us to go to Rashid Hospital – and they said it wasn’t. So I’m assuming its just a sprain.

I Can barely walk and Ive got it all bandaged – this means I’m stuck at home for a week or so and Im supposed to rest in bed. Which I really can’t do for a whole darned week considering Ive got classes to attend. Nearly ending my course in a month or so and I don’t want to miss out on the last few juzz’ of the Qurán.

On a side note, I’d like to say I absolutely support Women going into the medical field. They make lives for other Women so much easier. Although islamically if it’s a medical reason you can expose the injured bodyparts to a Non-Mehram male for treatment it was utterly embarrasing showing half of my leg to the guy who was bandaging it. He was decent and Muslim – but I was cringing from inside. Sigh.

I guess Ill be more online this week – lets see!

Is there any hope?

A friend of mine emailed me today saying she was divorced. Yes, divorced. Shes been married for only two years.

Another friend of mine is also filing for divorce because her husband hit her.

Both of the couples above, when you’d see them a couple of months back you wouldn’t think there would be any cause for divorce. It’s amazing how people can change.

Which makes me hesitate in jumping the marriage bandwagon even in the future.

I’m probably paranoid but you can’t blame me when I’ve seen two of my Sisters’ going through the difficult process of divorce when I was growing up. Leaves emotional scars behind. In the end, the thought of getting hitched isn’t appealing. I’ll probably give whoever I do end up getting married to a nightmare.

10 Minutes by Ahmed Imamovic – Best Short Film in Europe

You have to watch this. 10 minutes can mean different things to different people.

Great short movie. What makes it even more interesting/tragic is that this really happened. While the whole Muslim world was going on about their daily business, Parties, Movies, gatherings, people were suffering in Bosnia, waiting for the Muslim Ummah to wake up, respond and stop this in human act of ethnic cleansing. Took long 6 years. Bosnia is still in shock

“And what is the matter with you that you fight not in the cause of Allah and for the oppressed among men, women, and children who say, “O Lord, take us out of this city of oppressive people and appoint for us from Yourself a protector and appoint for us from Yourself a helper”?”
[Al-Quran: Chapter: 4, Verse: 75]

I hate you WordPress, I do.

I hate you WordPress, I do. More specifically I hate you wordpress.com and not org. I can’t do anything with you that I want to! I’m never satisfied with your themes. You were supposed to be the answer to my prayers and be my last blog.

I’m disappointed in myself, I haven’t written anything worthwhile in a quite a … while. See? I’m using two same words in one sentence. That is considered bad English. Sure, you might have a gorgeous interface and everything else amazing, but when it comes to the themes department you suck. Terribly.

I miss blogger. A lot.

Gah.

[Would you all kill me for shifting back to blogger? *innocent*]

And it gets weirder…

I was speaking to a friend of mine at an Islamic Seminar the other day which we were both attending when my friends Mother-In-Law [to-be] walked by and introduced herself.

I didn’t think anything at first obviously, but after a while when she fixated on me and kept on giving me wide smiles I became a little suspicious.

The next day, I met my friend again and lo and behold, I knew I was right. This Auntie has asked for me for her other son. And my best-friend is getting married to her eldest.

How weird[er] and complicated does it get?

*dies*

This is my third proposal in half a  month.

And this is definitely a No too…

If my Mom finds out about all the other i didn’t even bother looking into AND didn’t tell her about, she is so going to kill me.

Blahdidah

You can all kill me later for not blogging.

I won’t come up with the ‘I was busy’ excuses because if I really wanted to blog, i’d find the time. Heh.

I just don’t feel like it anymore.

Anyway, I am technically a little busy though, finish my Qu’ran course in another three months [approx] bi’idnillah… So I’m trying to make the best of these three months.

Other then that, I’ve got two proposals. I don’t know if they’ll be considered actual proposals because they haven’t reached my Parents yet [And I hope to God they don't!] but – I’m SO not ready for this. Definitely not interested in one, and the other one I have yet to find more information about.

Oh and, I hate Aunties.

She longs to be immersed in a well of icy cold water. Ice cold so that it purifies her. Always… in an attempt to be rid of what clings to her. And failing… and failing. The battle goes on, between him and her. Only death will tell who won in the end.

Changes

I need to make them.

Blekh

I need a break. From everything. Preferably somewhere isolated. A cabin in the midst of wilderness perhaps. Oh and no means of comunication – especially the Internet.

I want to be left alone for a little while – in the midst of Gods nature where I can contemplate. Meditate.

Lifes unfair though and the above isn’t exactly possible is it?

I was off for the past 5-6 days and I hate to say this but I spent them terribly. I got no work done. Didn’t even start on any personal goals or even try to achieve anything. I just wasted, wasted and wasted.

My imaan has been on the down low lately and my own weaknesses have been eating me alive.

I think I need to re-listen to Imam Anwar Al Awlakis ‘the hereafter’ series. Nothing like remembering death and your akhira to boost your imaan.

Keep me in your duaas. Please.

PS I will reply soon to the PW post below soon inshaallah. Really appreciate the responses, Jazak Allah khayr.

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