Posts tagged personal
Posts tagged personal
Back on my anime game: first up, Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood.
saadisays this is so lovely!
Black ballpoint doodle/drawing in my A5 sketchpad.
What is Baa’?
A letter or a sentiment?
Is it for warmth
-beit, Baba, Baghdaad-
Or for the beginning of grace:
A poetic scent,
A Persian Bustan,
Or the beginning of hope:
I ask you,
What is baa’?
Tryna make peace with myself.
I have to dig deeper, search harder for some sort of inner strength, a truth that I know but can’t remember.
It’s a painful journey. It hurts because you begin to realise you are not who you thought you were. That pristine image you had in your head was just an illusion. You’re looking into your metaphorical mirror and what you see is quite ugly, weak, pitiful.
You’ve read about this so-called journey, heard about it, in books, on the telly, in the movies, in music, in casual conversations over coffee.
But now you’re starting to see it. Not only see it but experience it. That wretchedness that comes with a fall. Your lowliness, the gaps - oh God, the gaps! - in your very being. The disconnect between your goals and your reality. Perhaps realising you don’t really have any solid goals to begin with. You’re kinda coasting along, not quite present in the moment, just vaguely living in the watery near-future.
It seems bleak but you know that it will pass. It has to because nothing lasts. It’s not even about good days or bad days. They are just days.
The knowledge of love is coming. Be patient. Work hard but be patient.
I’ve just noticed that I’ve been unfollowed by a certain person on Tumblr. I have no idea when it happened but…
Thank God for small mercies.
Now they’ve just got to follow through on Twitter.
I won’t hold my breath.
Persian food appreciation post. Perfect food was perfect, alhamdulillah.
Currently enjoying being mis-educated by L. Hill after hitting it up with some soulful La Havas.
My love is Hidden and I want it to be Manifest.
If you find God in loss, did you really lose?
I won’t lie, I was missing Marrakech when the plane hadn’t even taken off from the runway at Menara airport but I’m home now. London is home.
Strange how different places and people can fill certain holes in your heart. Alhamdulillah.
This is my last day in Morocco and I’m feeling blue.
Better just to ask directly. You might not like the outcome but at least you tried.
Everyone has the right to preserve their personal space so when the answer’s No, just leave it. You do your bit and leave the rest with Allah.
There’s a bigger picture you don’t necessarily see.
Don’t fret - God has your back.
God have mercy on me because I know the people don’t have mercy.
God pardon me because I know the people don’t pardon.
God cover my faults because I know the people are ever ready to expose.
I tripped up, I stumbled, I fell - bit my tongue on the way down.
Help me realise the taste of blood in my mouth is the sweetest nectar.
That mosque was hella huge. I’ve never felt so daunted and awed by a mosque in my life (of course I haven’t gone to Hajj yet but that’s a different kind of awe). Felt more like a palace than anything.
It’s right by the sea and the interior is just as impressive. Massive dangling chandeliers, intricate geometric tiling, elaborate calligraphy, clean carpets and marble floors. It even has escalators to take the women upstairs.
It’s extremely beautiful but it also felt almost too big…
Am I sounding stupid?
Hassan II Mosque | Casablanca, Morocco 2014