I am an Anglo-Moroccan Muslimah who loves languages, books, tea and Islam.
This here is a collection of all (read some of) my random musings and interesting finds.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Short notice
I’ve been AWOL on my blog for a couple of days and although I visit my dash every now and again, it seems like I can’t do anything properly (or as my mother likes to say ‘bil itqan’).
I seemingly can’t revise and blog so I’m gonna take a proper break from Tumblr (and other social networking sites), insha’Allah. Of course, we’ll see how long this commitment lasts.
I’ve got my resits coming up in exactly a month and I’ll finish them on June 3rd, so the idea is that I won’t be actively blogging until the summer (ya Rabb, it be sunny by then - this cold weather is wearing me down!).
If you’re reading this, I’d appreciate all the du’as/prayers/positive vibes you can send! Not just for success in my studies but in the Akhirah too. This really is my last shot: it’s all or nothing and - despite my sometimes crippling apathy - I need to knuckle down, study-wise.
As for spiritually, that’s another story altogether.
I also wanna extend my warmest appreciation to every single one of you who bothers to read/follow this. Every interaction has been a little gem and even though some of the things I see on this site make me facepalm, other things bring me fresh perspective and new ways to interact with the wider world. For that, I’m grateful.
Keep blogging beauty!
A poem for those who learn to hear the whisper
*Photograph - Three candles
My copy of ‘Love, Gnosis & Other Suicide Attempts’: “Mouna, there is no you or me or heart or spirit… only Allah!”
Poetry: pain in performance
Last night, I attended a live performance by Amir Sulaiman at Rumi’s Cave.
It was an intimate affair: cosy, low lights, packed out, seated on cushions, we were transported to somebody’s living room, not a hall, having a conversation on art and spirituality, love and violence.
of love and killing
what of the one who so loved the unknown
he wanted to know the unknown
and in his knowing killed his beloved
what of the one who so loved peace
he fought for peace
and in his fighting he killed his beloved
what of the one who so loved contentment
he desired to have no desires
and in his desire he killed his beloved
what of the one who so loved love
he hated hate
and in his hating he killed his beloved
what of I who so loves you
I’m sorry.
- Amir Sulaiman, from ‘Love, Gnosis & Other Suicide Attempts’
The fastest growing religion in the world is materialism, and the most substantial material is the self, therefore the fastest growing religion is….the worship of the self.
Imam Muhammad Abdul Latif (via sahkn)
London is chill
jesus still loves me: realenglandfacts: Public etiquette in England is complex and often...
Public etiquette in England is complex and often bewildering to foreigners. Beyond the immediate family and household, it is considered the height of rudeness to communicate verbally with another human being. Outside of their homes, the English communicate via a complicated…
Comparisons between ASL, JSL, and LSF.
(Video has captions)Your daily reminder that sign language is not universal.
Fascinating to watch. The BSL (British Sign Language) signs are pretty different to all three.
Lol @ the sign for FRANCE always seeming to be visually associated with THIN-MOUSTACHE though. It’s the same in BSL.
lapetiterobeviolette said: i wish i could understand sign language, there is this deaf-mute guy in my class and an interpreter during classes! i just know how say yes in french sign language ^^
I always wonder what it must be like to be in a mainstream school with no D/deaf classmates. Does anybody hearing (other than his interpreter) sign to him? Are you studying at university or bac level?
Look what perfection came through my post!
East London (35mm)
My respect for certain people on here has increased massively, even if they didn’t mean to tell me about what happened, per se.
Allah yessirleek.
Reminds me of the eight-hour train journey from Marrakech to Fes (the one time I’ve been to that city) and the slightly shorter journey (4 hours - 5??) from Marrakech to Rabat.
Lovely when you have good company, some komeer with La Vache or fromage 7mer and a seat (don’t forget the essential Sidi Ali).
Not so great if it’s midnight and packed to bursting.
(Source: sahkn)
