I waited at the bus stop on my way home from work for at least 15 minutes last night. It was late and I was tired and I was doing some dhikr.
At one point I noticed three women walking up to the bus stop with one of them holding her little girl’s hand. The daughter was no older than 3 or 4, a real cutie masha’Allah.
I continued with my dhikr and with each bead click, they came closer. I kept watching the girl mentally comparing her to her mum. Her mum was very light-skinned, probably mixed race but I couldn’t be sure. The girl was darker (I’d hazard a guess that her pops is black) and had the same long curly hair as her mum but black instead of brown. I marveled at how alike her and her mother were. You know, in that slightly strange way where you go, ‘Ah she’s got her mum’s nose and eyes. I wonder if she looks more like her dad.’ Random silly things like that.
I kept watching the group, not staring, just observing and what should happen?
The little girl’s eyes meet mine and she begins to smile as if she recognises me. I defo don’t know the kid but her face splits into the biggest grin and she starts waving at me.
I honestly felt so happy in that moment. I grinned and waved back silently. The mum’s friends looked at me confused, then looked at the girl and laughed. The group walked past and the little girl skipped a little. With her free hand, she grasped the open hand of her mum’s friend.
And that’s it.
I thought to myself the little girl must do this a lot: smile and wave at strangers like we’re her good friends. It was wonderful and sweet and perfectly lovely having this tiny jug of innocence, brimming with genuine happiness, acknowledge my existence.
In the grand scheme of things, it was (seemingly) insignificant. One kid waves at an adult and makes them smile. No big deal. No news flash needed. But in the course of my whole day - my whole week so far, even - this remains vivid.
I’m only writing this now to preserve the memory of what happened; I can reread it some other day, maybe when I’m feeling down, and remember how God manifests His Beauty in the most mundane things.
“In my eighteen years of “I promise”,
I’ve learned that forever is only a moment, a breath.
A minuscule infinity that is heavier than plutonium,
And ever fleeting.
Forevers aren’t meant to last an eternity,
They are but small lifetimes with all the promise
Of a rising sun that is to set yet again.
This is okay.
When he takes your face in his hands like a reflection
And promises you forever, remember that Day is long.
And know that when the sun has set, when your forever is over, That you are eternal.
A phoenix lives and dies a thousand times,
Yet continues to exist just the same.
When you take his hands in yours and hold him like melting gold, Swearing forever,
Remember that Night is when your soul rests.
The sun does not rise nor set in the eyes of a galaxy.
Know that your eternity is a universe,
That there are enough suns and moons
To last you your entire existence.
So the next time you believe in a forever,
Remember that you are so much more than just that.”—"Forever Is Not Eternal" - Sahar M. (via iamsahar)
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Also, I’d like to get in contact with any Muslim brother or sister, living in Melbourne, who does or dabbles in spoken word.
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I had my heart broken but I don't know how to move on. I feel like I'm dying inside. Help!
My advice to you is to stop subscribing to the construct that “moving on” is necessary.
Forcing yourself to suppress something that you actually feel is incredibly unhealthy. Instead, learn to accept and live with whatever it is that happened in your life, that’s called coping.
I have this friend who sort of really messed up, but for a really long time I just tried to overlook it. I suppressed whatever anger or frustration I felt towards him, and I tried to act like nothing ever happened. What ended up happening was that suppression caused my anger to fester and I started to hate him. Despite what he may have done, I have no desire to hate him, it’s too draining to put the effort into doing that.