THINKING OUT LOUD: HIJAB & BEING IN DENIAL

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Can we think of this scenario together please? Yes, thank you for your undivided attention.

So, we all know that Mombasa has been having high crime rates in the recent years right? The youth gangs, mapangas and all the radical groups. Yet if you ask anyone, they'll tell you that Nairobi is the scariest and most dangerous place in this regard. Isn't it why we call it Nairobbery? Whether you are in Mombasa or Nairobi, there is a probability that you might actually be attacked or robbed in either places right? But you'd still take extra precautions to safeguard yourself when in Nairobi than in Mombasa, am I wrong? Great. We agree till this point. Naturally, this is the logical way to deal with these two scenarios according to the threat.

Now that scenario aside, here is a totally different scenario. I have seen this quote several times and I feel it is very deep. It goes like this:

"Was it really my fault?" asked the short skirt.

"No, it happened with me too," replied the burqa.

It is very very deep and what we can stipulate from this quote is that:

#Rape is real.

#Anyone can be a rape victim despite their religion, their age, their looks, their clothing, their race or their lifestyle. Whether you wear rags and live in the streets or are a classy, married woman in your home, rape could get to you.

#We are in a cruel, evil and ugly world. This is our reality.

I mean, this is such a messed up world we are in at the moment. So messed up. We have people marrying their dogs and incest seems normal. How more messed up can it be than it already is really? We have people raping 5 month old babies and 98 year old men. Yes, men are raped too. We are lost and a twisted society.

Now that we have known we live in a perverted world, what are the chances that the one in a burqa will be raped compared to the one wearing provocatively?

The truth is, chances may be close to 50-50 because rapists are just rapists. They just go with how their self drives them. And that's how scary it is. Nonetheless, wouldn't you try at least do whatever you can, to not provoke unnecessary emotions in the man across the street?

Scientifically, men have as much as 20 times more testosterone in their systems than women. This makes men typically aggressive, dominant and more narrowly focused on the physical aspects of sex. They say that in men, the dominant perceptual sense is vision, which is typically not the case with women. In a situation where a woman sees a potential relationship/marriage in a man, he sees her physical features and what he can do to her. Yep, lust is the word. Now, this obviously doesn't justify when men misbehave towards women but at least we are enlightened that men are naturally inclined to women unlike the magnitude women are inclined to men. It is definitely not the same.

Daleel in the qur'an? Allah (S.W) says in surat Al-Imran: {Beautified for men is the love of things they covet (desire); women, children, much of gold and silver (wealth), branded beautiful horses, cattle and well-tilled land. This is the pleasure of the present world's life; but Allah has the excellent return (Paradise with flowing rivers, etc.) with Him.} So women are like gems in the eyes of men and this is mentioned in many hadiths, ayats which state that women are for men. Have you seen anywhere in the holy books where it is written on how men are a gift for the women or anything of the sort? No. Because women are the gifts, they are the ones who are precious. This is also why the man has to pay dowry when he wants to marry a lady. She is his gem. Not the other way round. We women hold a high status because yes, a man can't do without a woman. It was why our mother Hawa (R.A.A) was brought into this world; for Adam. Not Adam being brought for Hawa. Are you getting the picture? I hope so.

I am just trying to break this down into small bits so we can stay on the same page.

From the scientific fact mentioned and the ayah up there, do we finally see the wisdom why Allah (S.W.) to cover herself entirely while the man is asked to cover only what is between his knees and belly button? Yes, because men are never going to change any time soon. They'll still stare at you and there is a high probability your daughter will be cat-called and her daughter too. They are naturally and biologically inclined to look at you and flirt and just try to sweep you away. It is not right. It definitely isn't but the reality is that our world is perverted and with social media being here, immorality will remain a challenge for a long time. The few good men who actually observe self-control and respect women, doesn't mean their testosterone is any less, it just means they made a choice to behave appropriately (cheers to the good men aye?)

Getting to my point now, dear fellow Muslim ladies, don't you think we have a responsibility to actually TRY and not provoke these beastly men? Back to the Mombasa/Nairobi example. Don't we think our dressing does have an effect to a certain extent on how men react towards us?

I am sorry but I don't really agree with 'my dress, my choice' because one, it puts our worldly pleasures ahead of what Allah has actually asked from us. Do you think the ladies who observe who observe proper hijab don't wish sometimes they could also doll themselves up and share their images with the world and get praises? That is a natural desire...yet they swallow it up and just laugh when people tell them they look like hababas in their jilbabs and all other kinds of jokes and mockery. It is a struggle for them too yet they still choose deen over dunya. Number two, we tend to forget that our actions do have consequences. Would you rather have a strange man staring at you with your body curves exposed or with you in a full hijab? Rape and harassment aside, we know that that is beyond our control and as said earlier, sometimes you could get raped either way. But still, wouldn't you feel a little bit safer, even if just a tiny bit, safer being in a burqa and he can't really see you as YOU with all your curves and all that? I intentionally highlighted the word 'strange man' because however much you think you know someone; this man who could even be your relative, you just never know when they might actually turn against you. This includes a father, an uncle or even a brother. So yes, they are still strange men and that's why despite us being allowed to be comfortably dressed in front of our mahrams, there is still a limit on how much they should see and a level of modesty to observe. A man is still a man at the end of the day and satan doesn't take a break just because these are people too close to you. The only who man who won't be a stranger to you is your husband who rightfully deserves to see you.

You know what's the saddest part of this story? We are denial. We are in denial that our actions have consequences. We are in denial that we are going wrong. Just to set this straight, I am in the least bit appropriate to talk about the perfect and proper hijab because I also know I am not exactly there. But I also know that this is a concern that we should talk about. My dear sister, when you share your photos of yourself without hijab or an improper dressing, you don't get to complain when men misbehave because both you and the man are in the wrong. You provoked him, he misbehaved. Both are wrong. So you don't get to remove the blame from yourself...at least not entirely. And when a fellow lady comes up to you and humbly (I said humbly) asks you about your hijab or advises you about your improper dressing, you say, 'You can't judge me. Only God can.'

Where we go wrong is not just the sinning, it is the exposing the sin and bringing God into the equation by saying only He can judge you. Sinning is one thing and exposing our sins is another. We all sin in our different ways and perhaps at this point you don't observe the right hijab. That is fine sister. Strive to be a better human being. Pray a lot and get closer to Allah. But you deciding to expose it with the justification that only God should judge you, is you being in denial that your actions have consequences. The prophet peace be upon him said, as stated in sahih Bukhari,

“All of my ummah (nation of followers) will be excused, except for the mujaahireen (those who make their sins known). And verily it is a kind of mujaaharah (exposing one’s sins) that a man does something (sinful) at night, and then in the morning, when Allaah has screened his sin for him, he says, ‘Hey So-and-So! I did such-and-such last night…’ And the night passed with His Lord screening him, and he wakes up casting aside the screen of Allaah from himself.”

We all trip, we all make mistakes...why are we so quick to attack anyone who comes to us to correct us? Why are so bitter to anyone who actually just wants the best for us? We sin, we expose the sin...fine. Someone comes to us in a good way and shows us how we are losing our sense of direction yet we backlash them and criticize them publicly because 'they are being judgmental'

If one is an influencer,the situation becomes even worse because several people amongst the followers who look up to them would regard their actions and words as bible truth and imitate them because they are the role models. Imagine on yaumul qiyamah seeing yourself with a lot of bad deeds, not because you did them but because you did them and influenced other people to follow your footsteps. That said, I really appreciate social media influencers who actually speak out about their hijab (or any other) of their struggles openly and they don't deny they are in the wrong, instead, the say openly how they are trying to change and become better individuals such that their followers don't get a twisted view and do the wrong as well.

We need to accept our mistakes. We need to stop being in denial and accept that our actions have consequences. We have a choice here; whether to be Muslimahs who sin but are striving to change and be better or Muslimahs who sin, expose and justify their sins. (This applies to men too)

That said, if you see me tripping, girl, please find me. Please tell me. Please splash water on my face and widen my eyes. Knock my head hard if I become rebellious and reject the truth. I do want someone to love and care for me enough to show me when I am going wrong. Because yes, those who care for you truly will always try to lead you to what is right.

P.S I know this article will probably provoke some bitterness and anger, so here's my apology in advance. It is not because I am perfect or being judgmental; it is only out of my deep concern on this matter that I write this. It is also okay if you don't agree with my 'thinking out loud', let us agree to disagree. May Allah guide us all, ameen.

The Messenger (sallallaahu ‘alayhe wa sallam) conveyed to us something of the previous prophets’ messages, that “If you have no shame, then do as you wish!”

I rest my case.

MENTAL ISSUES AND SILLY THINGS PEOPLE WILL SAY TO YOU

As a child, my fellow schoolmates would call me a cry baby and my family would say i'm moody. I heard those two words so often I believed that something was so wrong about me and that I was just a burden most of the times. This made me pull myself away and stay in my shell for the longest time. I believed, staying away is the only way to save people from my troubled heart. By the time I was nine, I was already facing physical drainage and excess fatigue. Coming from school, which was just 5-7 minutes away, I would have to pause on the way, sit down and catch my breath. Many years later I would sit in front of different doctors as they place the results in front of me and say, 'The results are clear; your heart is in good condition, you are not over weight, your blood pressure is fine too...Everything is fine. Could it be that something is bothering you?'

The problem was, everything was bothering me. Starting from the stray cat I saw this morning to the whatsapp video on something that happened in China. I was carrying the entire universe on my frail body; it was shattering. At that time, I was quite desperate to be diagnosed with some physical ailment so that I could prove to people that there was a genuine reason for how my body functioned and how I am.

Over the years, I struggled with fatigue, over-thinking, too much worry and over-whelming emotions that brought me down over and over again. I would break down often, get panic attacks that would crash my soul down...I was bullied and manipulated many times. I lost a lot of 'friends' along the way. 'Friends' who thought my anxiety was attention seeking and that I was simply a nagging individual. To make it worse, my two very different personalities never made it easy for anyone to understand me fully. I was misunderstood; greatly. I was the black sheep everywhere I went. It thus made me create huge walls so that people wouldn't get too close or they'd sink in my misery as well. The only other option would be that they'd leave.

For the longest time, one small phrase kept me afloat. When I was around eleven years old, there was some sort of fight at home so I locked myself in the washroom and broke down. My mother noticed my absence and kept knocking on the door asking me to come out. She kept saying everything will be okay but everything was blurry for me. In the midst of her begging, I heard her say to my sisters, 'Lubnah ana imani' to mean I am empathetic. That was the first time someone ever said something positive about my tears. I decided to cling on that like a drowning man holding onto a straw.

The biggest favour I did to myself was accept myself for who I am and start my self-discovery journey. I went both for ruqya and therapy. I keenly studied myself; what triggers my anxiety, my worry, my fear and my mood swings. I decided to take up Islamic psychology not just to help myself but hopefully help the many others who are like me and can't speak up. Trust me, writing this down is the hardest thing I've ever done. When I started doing my writing training I purposely included therapeutic writing so that more people like me can have an idea on how to cope.

The hardest thing in all this was dealing with the words people threw at me. Sometimes they'd joke about my situation but they'd never know how badly it affected me. It killed my self esteem. As I kept on with my self discovery journey, I talked to a lot of other people with anxiety and who've experienced depression like I did. Here are some of the silly questions and comments anyone with mental illness will relate to.

1. That incident happened 3 years ago. You mean you aint over it?!

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2. Just forget about it.

: Oh wow Lisa! Thank you so much for that. I don't know why I never thought of it!

3. Cheer up already!

4. You wanted this for yourself.

: Watch me summon my demons :D

5. You have weak faith in God.

: Please explain that to my 9 year old self.

6. Stop being a drama king/queen

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7. Don't you trust God's plan?!

8. You just like being sad.

9. Maybe if you get married you will be fine.

10. Come on you need to grow up. Stop acting like a baby.

11. Some people are going through worse. People are hungry, malnourished, in war-torn areas, with all their family dead...how can you be stressed about something like that.

12. You are just being ridiculous with all that over-thinking.

: You think so?!

Okay, gifs aside :D ( Oh I really love the gifs :D )

I know there are a lot of people who are suffering silently, being judged and misunderstood. All i'll say is this:

# It is psychologically proven that religious people have less mental distress. Our holy books do confirm that for the comfort of the heart you need to get attached to God. It is true too that people who are far from God are mostly miserable and dissatisfied with their lives. NONETHELESS, we have to also be aware that for some people, this is just their test. They may be making mistakes and sinning, but not entirely evil people such that you'd say God is punishing them. Mental illness is as real as biting into your own skin. We need to create awareness on this.

# If you have any mental issue, you are going to lose several people along the way. Perhaps even your family isn't supportive or understanding. But do know that, eventually, the right people will come into your life and they will NEVER disregard your pain or call you names or joke about your suffering or compare you to the other relative who had a similar issue. They will accept you fully and walk beside you through self discovery, self control and healing. Keep having faith.

#It is so ridiculous when people think that marriage or love is what will cure your mental illness. The support you get in a good marriage may help you immensely in your recovery journey but that is never a guarantee is it? Build up your own emotional independence and walk through the storm on your own. The friends, family and others can walk beside you but never be entirely dependent on one or some people to heal you. What if they leave your life or pass away? Be your own anchor!

#Talk to your parents. Most of the times we just assume our parents won't understand us and what troubles us. You could be surprised the amount of support they'd give you once you speak up. You will be so relieved. It could be one parent or both parents or maybe one of your siblings; just anyone you are comfortable talking to. Talking it out helps!

#It is true that whichever battle you are fighting, someone else is facing a waaay worse situation than you are. Yes, we should be grateful always, but we shouldn't disregard our own battles and struggles either. You can't tell someone with diabetics to not worry about their deteriorating health because a homeless child in Syria hasn't eaten today, can you? Let's face our troubles and work them out instead of burying them just because 'someone out there has it worse'. Let us be realistic.

#Seek professional help. When it becomes unbearable, don't feel ashamed or shy to seek professional help. Be brave and take care of your own self. Remember no one can take care of you better than yourself.

#Yes, pray more and be patient. Everyone is tested differently in this life and this is your battle to win. God only gives you what you can handle. Make sure to not fail this test.

#If you're a parent, please be keen on your children's life. Talk to them. Ask them often how they are doing. Encourage them to open up without judging them. Don't allow your child seek comfort from somewhere else while you are around. Be their best friends.

#If you're a friend/relative to someone with a mental issue; you have two choices. If you can, be very patient and supportive as they navigate through their journey of growth and healing. They need it so badly you have NO idea how much. That's something they'll forever be grateful for. If it is too draining and toxic for you, it is totally okay for you to excuse yourself kindly and take care of yourself. Sometimes we are so engrossed in the lives of the people we care about that we neglect ourselves. That shouldn't be so. You can't save them if they don't want to be saved. You are only human and struggling as well. Make sure you know how to balance your own life before helping out someone else.

#If you're in good mental state, take a minute to thank God for it. Mental illness of any kind isn't something you'd wish for your enemy even. Don't be quick to judge people who are withdrawn or cry a lot or seem moody...YOU JUST NEVER KNOW what storms and demons they are facing that you have absolutely no idea about. It is so easy to say I broke my leg I need a doctor than to say I haven't slept or eaten or even woken up from my bed for the past 3 days. Do know that it takes a lot of courage for someone to open up about their mental state. Appreciate their honesty. Be kind, be patient and give people benefit of doubt. Don't joke about someone's misery; you really wouldn't like to be in their shoes. We don't need pity, we need understanding. Remember them in your prayers too. That will be really helpful, thank you.

#You being the victim of a mental illness; depression, anxiety, PTSD...whichever it is, it is very important that you start your self discovery journey. Seek help, pray a lot, research on your condition and mostly, take care of yourself. Most people won't understand your struggle due to lack of information and ignorance, but that shouldn't bring you down. Take your time in the growth process. It won't be a one day or one week thing. Sometimes it takes months or even years. But definitely worth the trial.

I am still on my journey and I know it will probably be like this for my entire lifetime yet I believe this is my test and God gave me this kind of soul for a reason.

May God easen it for anyone struggling within their own souls and may you find the peace of mind and solace you seek. Ameen.

As we end this, we have two important events coming up:

One is the writing training next weekend (28th & 29th). The sessions include: Basic writing skills, introduction to blogging, therapeutic writing, writing about the Coast, Islamic writing (for the Muslims) among other writing exercises. To register/payment or inquiries contact: 0704 731 560.

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Another is the event on mental health. Check the poster below:

FROM WHERE YOU STAND

You have grown up being told you need to be number one in class. You need to win that competition. You need to aim for world-wide accomplishments. Be a billionaire. Get a house or a palace. Get a car. Leave a legacy that will be remembered throughout the continent. Become  the next Nelson Mandela or Oprah Winfrey or Mother Theresa. You were shown that success means releasing a best-seller book into the market, owning an empire and being invited to important events to give a speech. It means people knowing you and asking for your autograph without you introducing yourself. People would ask for selfies and post them on their snapchat and Instagram on how excited they are to meet you. You were tuned into believing that you have to be the best at what you do  for you to be considered an achiever. Break the Guinness world record. Innovate something. Make the AIDS cure. They never spoke these words to you directly, at least not always, but somehow, the system, the media, the people's small talk made you believe so. You believed them.

Today I want to tell you a different tale; a different narrative to the same story. It is good to have dreams, to have goals, to aim high. It is good to look up to something, to leave a legacy and have an impact on people. But it is also okay to have a simple yet extra ordinary life.

Dear, you are okay where you are. You are awesome for being the best son in the world. Your soul is terrifically beautiful for helping out your old neighbour every day. You are amazing for being your family's bread winner. You deserve a gold medal for being a loyal friend. You are admired immensely for being a good husband/wife. You are loved for being the most wonderful mother. You will be remembered for your ever-smiling face. You are appreciated for being a hard-working employee. Your kindness can never be under-estimated. If you die today, someone or more people will miss you beyond measure. All that you do; all these things that seem small and obligatory for you are what actually matters. Keep dreaming, keep moving forward but if the doctor told you you have a few days to live, never under-estimate these tiny yet beautiful actions you've been doing all your life.

Who cares if you are not a social media influencer but you are the best gift your mother ever had? Who cares if less people know you in real life but your friends appreciate you a great deal? Who cares if your book isn't being sold worldwide if it has completely changed one person's life? Who cares if you haven't broken the world record if the next-door cats treasure you for the food you feed them? Who cares if you don't own an empire if you are the sole reason for someone's happiness? Who cares if you under-performed at school if you are best artist around?

Go big, go far but never underrate yourself for where you stand at the moment. Cherish yourself, value your efforts. You are good enough just as you are.

WORDS LIKE VENOM

Some months back I walked into a clinic together with my sister and her new born baby for his first vaccination. We were the third in the line and the nurse hadn't arrived yet. We sat patiently waiting for her until she arrived more than half an hour later. She went into her small office and closed the door. We understood she had to clear up the place before she let us in so we continued waiting without a word. Soon enough, she called in the first mother and in no time it was our turn.

The nurse looked through my nephew's booklet and then asked my sister how many kilos the baby is. My sister didn't hear her clearly the first time so she moved closer to where the nurse was seated and requested her to repeat her question. Catching us completely off guard, the nurse shouted at her, 'HOW MANY KILOS IS YOUR BABY?'

I could see the confusion on my sister's face and I could literally imagine how her mind just went blank in that moment.

'Isn't it written in the booklet?' my sister asked.

'Had it been written would I have asked?' she answered rather rudely, "what kind of a mother are you?!"

Right then my sister answered the number of kilos and my nephew was injected.

At this moment I was totally enraged. I was boiling inside and I struggled to stop myself from talking back to this so called nurse.

It was 8 A.M. IN THE MORNING!!! How can a person be so negative, so rude this early? I wanted to shout at her face, "Did someone force you to take up this job?!" I actually had a lot to say to this nurse and I probably still have a lot to say to her, because it being almost 6 months later, I am still bitter with her.

Now what this so called nurse didn't know is that my sister was born with a partial deafness in one ear and thus couldn't hear her clearly the first time. She also didn't know that my sister is an epileptic patient with a partial memory loss and thus couldn't remember how many kilos the baby is. This statement, 'what kind of a mother are you?'still rings in my mind. Geez, I can't imagine someone asking me that question. How much do you think these words affected my sister?

Leaving the clinic, I kept complaining all the way home. I was really really REALLY pissed off. All my sister said was, 'Sometimes you just need to let the person speak and you just forget about it. I do know what kind of a mother I am and that's what matters.' But I was like, 'NO! Some of these people need to be told off!' I ranted and ranted and I rant to date about this incident. Honestly i'm not over it yet and mostly it is because I don't really understand why people go into medical professions if they can't be empathetic and compassionate. (If you are in any medical field, PLEASE DO SHARE THIS WITH YOUR MATES. The treatment most people get from you guys is so heart-breaking and INHUMAN!)

Fast forward to a few days ago, my sister travelled to Nairobi to get her university certificate and pharmaceutical license. Upon reaching one of the offices, a lady asked for her ID no. My sister sought to her wallet to check her ID no. This lady rolled her eyes and gasped, 'Hmm, sasa mpaka ID hujui' or something like that. Mind you, this lady said this statement loud enough such that all her colleagues heard her. My sister responded, 'Pardon, but I am an epileptic patient with partial memory loss.' Her voice was already breaking but she too said it loud enough such that the colleagues could hear it too. The lady suddenly shrank and started apologizing. But does that change the embarrassment my sister went through? NO. In her genius mind, she was probably thinking, 'Now how is this lady a graduate in Pharmacy yet she can't remember her ID, well hello genius, you don't really know everyone's story!

My sister had to re-do her pharmacy exams 3 times because of her partial memory loss before finally succeeding the forth time. If you ask me, I'll tell you there's no stronger woman than my sister because MANY would have given up had they gone through the same medical condition.

I have always wanted to talk about this issue because I feel we as human beings are so careless on how we speak and how we treat other people. Does it mean that we can only be kind with people only after they tell us their struggles? Does my sister have to wear a placard with an explanation of her condition so that you can adjust your mood and tone to not spit out words that could destroy someone's soul?! Does it mean we can't naturally be compassionate until someone speaks of the things they'd rather not talk about?! Do we have to explain ourselves everywhere we go to get humane treatment? And if someone lacks an explanation, does that make them any less deserving of kindness? What happened to giving people benefit of doubt?

This is not only about my sister. It is about all the people we've ever crashed because we never thought over our words, we never filtered them, we just spat out the venom because 'Hello! It's a free world. Freedom of speech, yey!'

Dear YOU, you are responsible for your words. Whether you say it in jokes, in straight forward mode or whichever way, if they crash a person then let that sink in your conscious. Keep a mental note that I once killed someone's esteem. That I someday made someone lose hope in life. That I someday made someone feel useless. That I one day made someone give up what they are passionate about. That I one day made someone give up on their dreams. You might take it lightly in the moment, as you laugh about what you consider a joke, or when your very intelligent mind makes you mock others, do remember that for every ache that person faces because of you, your share of it will eventually get to you, sooner or later.

One thing, people in power, the leaders and influencers, the mentors and teachers should keep in mind is that your words are regarded highly. Most of the times people take your words to be the gospel truth. We crash children's dreams by telling them they can't do this; they can only do this other thing. We crash our friends and relatives when we make them feel like their dreams are not valid and impossible. We misguide people into believing they can't grow into someone greater than they already are. We have people who look up to us and all we do is degrade their work, their efforts and talents as they lose all the morale and belief in themselves. We as a society are our own biggest enemies. We usually joke of how monkeys are our cousins. Perhaps we should start considering the snakes as our closest next of kin from the kind of venom we fill in others.

On my Facebook page 'Strokes of my pen' you will find the cover photo is a quote by Kahlil Gibran which says: "Words are timeless. You should utter them or write them with a knowledge of their timelessness." Once you cause a damage in someone else's spirit then it is done and sometimes irreparable.

*** Now that i'm done with my rant, we can do some meditation to calm down our nerves (for those who are pissed about this like I am :D )

Breathe in

Breathe out

Good.

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CURRENT OBSESSION: MO SALAH!!

(Insert a bass voice)

Hear me join the chant:

"Mo Sa la la la lah

Mo sa la la la lah

If he's good enough for you

He's good enough for me

If he scores another few

Then i'll be Muslim too!!

He's sitting in the mosque

That's where I wanna be!

Mo sa la la la lah..."

It's actually more fun hearing the fan chant. Check here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3GsQ1XzTGFI 

So, Mo Salah you people!! I mean, where do I start?! I'm just totally amused, amazed, obsessed, inspired by this guy.

Wait a minute, could I be leaving behind someone in this 'virtual conversation?' For those who don't know, Mohammed Salah is a 25 year old Egyptian football player currently playing for Liverpool and he's swept the entire world with his character, his talent and passion. They call him 'The Egyptian Messi' as well as 'The shining light of Arabic football'.

He is the first Egyptian player to score a PL hat-trick, first Liverpool player to score four goals in a single PL game since Suarez, He is the top goal scorer in Premier League and the top goal scorer in Europe. Not my words, but as stated from one of the tweets by the account: @blamefootball.

I am honestly learning a lot from Mo Salah, well not playing football (I'm yet to learn :D ) but from how his character and humbleness has touched the whole world. Before I even go into what I have picked from him, I want to share some of the best tweets talking about this phenomenal player.

"Mohamed Salah teaches us how to be a true hardworking successful professional while also being an extremely humble human being, what a man." @lfc_family

"Mo Salah doing more to end the clash of civilisations than anyone in the world." @karlreMarks

"Looool mo salah is doing more for tackling islamaphobia in Britain than Theresa May and all her cabinet." @BigHComedy

"Not sure if my fandom of Mo Salah is going over the top but I keep kissing the floor every time I finish a job around the house." @stehoare

"I present to you the eighth wonder of the world. Mohamed Salah *insert fire emojis* @kollinswitha_K

"Just realised Salah's goal for Liverpool equated Lingard's 14 career goals for United. He's done it in 16 matches. Lingard's on 100k while Salah is on 90k a week. Pass me some bleach." @UtdOliver (This tweet was by a MAN-U fan and it got over 2400 retweets and 3300 likes. Even other football club fans can't resist admiring him.)

"I'm not a Liverpool fan but you must believe football builds bridges with this red chant for Mo Salah." @GreatObiesesan.

"Should they replace these pyramids by Mohamad Salah?" @touficzayni (If you get the joke :D )

In an image showing Messi holding a jersey with M. Salah's name, @footyhumour says: "Messi naming his successor- Salah is the new GOAT'

"That's the secret to his greatness right there. Humility. He won't let it get to his head. Messi's exactly the same." @stevenelson45

And one of the most trending tweets was this one by @CarsonCoffield who tweeted: "HE GONNA TURN ME MUSLIM"  The tweet got so much attention; retweets and responses. One of the responses was by @ShahdHany who said: "If you wanna know why this tweet got this much of attention is bcuz Salah represents a role model to muslims all over the world."

The tweets are so juicy I need to stop or I wouldn't finish today :D

The beauty of this all is how the Mo Salah chant above was received well in the entire world. You know normally we'd expect rude comments from some of the very negative people who would question the intention of the chant, like why do we necessarily have to celebrate Mo Salah in terms of his religion or just post ridiculous comments insulting the fans for what may seem to others as 'naivety'. Yet I wouldn't call it naivety, I call it purity. I mean, in this age and era, Islam has been portrayed in great extents as mostly a negative religion, violent and BAD. But here are the fans, from very diverse background, diverse religions, homes, race and all that, yet they decide to keep that all aside for the love of this man's character and zeal. They want to identify themselves by what Mo Salah has shown matters a lot to him; his religion. I mean, I.AM.AWED!!

Here are some few things i've learnt from him:

1. Be proud of who you are: Mo Salah is your typical Arab guy who speaks English with mother-tongue influence. He keeps his beard despite the negative notion of what the combination of 'Being Muslim + Being Arab + Having a beard' might spark especially in the Western world. He didn't force himself to speak with a British accent or cut off his beard to fit in. In fact he openly portrays himself as Muslim inside the pitch by making dua and doing sujood (prostration) openly when he scores or wins a game. This guy is not just a Muslim. HE IS LIVING ISLAM. Are you still ashamed of being Muslim? This man is just an inspiration!                                                                                                                                                              
2. Being humble: Mo Salah, who was previously a Chelsea player, at one of the games didn't celebrate a goal he scored while playing against this former team. Some say this was in respect of his former team mates while others say, Salah’s lack of celebration could have been due to terror attack in Egypt where 305 people were killed on Friday after heavily-armed militants bombed a mosque and opened fire. Either way, we like him for that. He also once apologized to the Watford goalkeeper Orestis Karnezis after scoring four times at the 5-0 win at Anfield. You'd say its not even necessary! Its just a game but this man goes ahead and apologizes. Perhaps just to show his empathy and humbleness? Humanity at its finest! He also teaches us to remember where we came from and never forget people who once were in the same task force as us.                                                                                                                                        
3. Go after your dreams! In one of the interviews, Mo Salah is asked about his favourite subject at school and he answers something close to: Subject? It was always football. Parents, ARE YOU LISTENING?! Let your children go after their dreams. You reading this, go after your dreams however impossible they may seem at the moment. I am sure Mo Salah never quite imagined that they'd be a day he'd be compared to Messi, right?!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             
4. Let your actions speak for you: Brand ambassadors, PR managers, marketing staff, borrow a leaf from Mo Salah! At no precise point are we shown Mo Salah  preaching or talking about Islam. It is all in how he naturally talks, interacts, behaves with the people around him. He is the brand ambassador of Islam right now. Not because of what he says, but by the positive energy he keeps sending to the people around him. Even his name reveals this already :D Mohamed- The name of one of the greatest influencers in the world history, the beloved prophet peace be upon him and Salah? The Arabic term for our prayers. He is representing our deen well. Maybe remember him in your duas that he keeps doing the great job?                                                                                                                                                                                              
5. Do not give up! Mo Salah didn't quite live to his expectations while playing for Chelsea. When he was asked whether he felt the pressure of making just 19 appearances for Chelsea he said, "I don't think it's like this." Klopp, manager of Liverpool football club said on this: "Maybe it was one reason he came back, but he's not like 'Now I will show you the real Mo Salah.' 'He was a kid when he came to Chelsea, and we have heard a few times that's quite difficult and in that time they were really successful. It was quite tough to come through...he's a man now, he was a kid at Chelsea, now he's a man. That's good." He wasn't given enough time at Chelsea to showcase his talent and some even thought he was a premier league flop. We see the growth here. From what he was before, his struggles and him not reaching his full potential, yet still he went on to work towards his goals. Like literally :D

Photo credit: theconversation.com

In one of the many articles about him, "Liverpool FC's Mohamed Salah's goal celebrations: a guide to British Muslimness" the writer says: "The double-edged sword of Salah's sujood is that it is tied to his excellence on the field. If he stops scoring, he will stop performing sujood. As a result, the fans will love him-and Islam-a little less." Which  is quite possible but then it reminds me of Usain Bolt when he became runner's up on his very last race before his retirement. We were a little bit disappointed but it didn't make us love him or his skills any less, did it? Let's just hope Mo Salah keeps scoring though. Positive vibes aaalll the way!

P.S I don't really watch football. I'm just good at what I do *sips tea* :D ;)

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Talking of what I am good at, I will be holding the second creative writing training during the Easter Weekend (Friday-30th March and Sunday 1st April). Two full days at a reasonable fee. If interested, do registered prior to via this no: 0704 731 560.

Venue: Abad Institute, Makadara Old Town

Time: 8 am - 4 pm

Sessions include: Basic writing skills

Introduction to blogging

Finding your voice

Islamic writing (For Muslims)

Therapeutic writing (Dealing with stress)

Writing about the Coast and other fun activities.

Kindly do share the information! Thank you :)

HE IS LISTENING

You are standing by the window, watching the raindrops hit your windowpane before touching the ground. The rain is rhythmic; you love its predictability, unlike your life. Your life needs a Sherlock Holmes to solve the unending mystery. Every other day, you seem to have a surprise stored for you. It makes you wonder whether you are a guinea pig of a social experiment. Perhaps some scientists just want to find out how much can a human being handle when in distress. You can almost hear their voices on the opposite side of the windowpane. They are using a lot of scientific jargon and psychological terms as they scrutinize you. You don't really understand what they are saying but you know you are the subject of interest. Perhaps if this experiment works and the theory works, you'll become rich from what they'll pay you. A happy guinea pig. You smile then sigh.

From afar, you hear your neighbour sobbing. There is a lot of commotion and shouting going on. Her husband is beating her up. Your heart aches a little more. Then you sigh again. Life is miserable, you think. They had been married for ten years; happy and blessed with six children. Then he re-married and boom! everything shattered. It wasn't the re-marrying that brought the problems per se, it was the attitude towards his family. Life is scary like that. People change, love fades off, evil is real and the world is yet to end. Or you are the one who can't wait for your own end.

Your father left your mother while you were two months old and she was critically ill. You are lucky to be here. There was a time you almost became homeless, you almost dropped out of school, you almost became malnourished, your mother almost died, YOU almost died; twice in fact. You look at the marks of the razor that went through your hand skin. You look at the scars skillfully and very carefully hidden under the famous Kenyan flag bracelet. You are lucky to be alive, with your mother and under a roof. You seem to have the nine lives of a cat or is it just life that loves you? Perhaps it is the scientists, pumping oxygen forcefully into you. They can't lose their guinea pig.

'I don't want to be part of this social experiment anymore,' you whisper to the virtual scientists. They look at you like you're crazy. Like they want to shout on your face, 'Do you know how much we've spent on you?! On this experiment?!'

You feel the burning sensation in your eyes. You force back the tears. 'Wanaume hawalii' (Men don't cry) they say. You ask who? People. In the streets, the wazee in their barazas, youth on their Facebook posts. Real men don't cry. You are tempted to ask how much tears can a man shed before he is regarded as 'a useless man' or even told, 'You are no different from a woman' Like a woman is a bad person. But you can't ask because then, they'll doubt your manhood.

You hear your mother groan in pain inside. It turns out she has leukemia. You've been jobless for the past five months. She's been strong all along but strength at this point isn't enough without the ridiculously expensive treatment she needs.

'God? Can you hear me?' You look up to the sky and gaze at it. Like you are waiting for a response from God. You and God, you have a strange relationship. Some nights, you stay up throughout, kneeling, begging, praying, crying in silence and talking to Him one on one. And sometimes, some days pass without saying a word to Him. Those days when you feel like He has abandoned you. When you feel like He doesn't care about you. You get angry and ignore Him like a disappointed lover.

'God, can you hear me?' This time, you let the tears flow. It is night, no one will see your tears anyway. Your eyes have now become the Niagara falls. You had missed this. Talking to Him.

You remember this old man in your neighbourhood, he once told you, 'Snap out of it; the self-pity. God is always there for everyone and anyone who calls out to Him.' You slowly wipe the tears as you remember his most famous story that he narrates to you: 'Job (Nabii Ayub A.S) didn't die despite his severe illness. Abraham (Nabii Ibrahim) didn't die despite being thrown into the fire.  Jonah (Nabii Yunus) didn't die despite being swallowed by the whale. Joseph (Nabii Yusuf) didn't die despite being thrown into the well. Jacob (Nabii Ya'qub) survived despite losing his son and his sight. And Ishmael (Nabii Ismael) survived despite the order that he is to be slaughtered. Whatever the test and turmoil you are in right now, God has a plan for you. Don't give up on His mercy.'

You stare at the clear sky. It has stopped raining now and once again you call out, 'God?' Suddenly, you see a star, it twinkles. With tears in your eyes, you smile.

'He is listening. God is listening!'

DON'T GIVE UP ON YOURSELF JUST YET

Sometimes we look at our heap of sins, at our bad habits, at our personality flaws and think to ourselves, 'At this age and time how will I ever change?' We feel like there is no hope for us especially after we tried to change but we kept sliding back to our same old destructive habits. Yet there is always hope. Always. Allah S.W says 'Do not despair from the mercy of Allah'. All we have to do is keep striving to be better individuals, keep praying for ourselves and others and watch Allah take us out of the trash pit.

A beautiful story of sheikh Malik ibn Dinar is just one of the proofs that Allah's mercy is endless.

Malik ibn Dinar used to be an alcoholic and a highway robber. Everyone knew him for those traits until it became his identity. One day he comes across a poor man and a rich man trying to buy bread from another man. The man only had one bread remaining and just as the poor man paid for it, the rich man offered to pay quadriple the price for the same bread. The poor man said to the seller, "Please I really need the bread. My daughters will starve to death if they don't get something to eat." But the rich was still ready to pay more for the bread. Malik ibn Dinar was triggered by this and went to them whilst very angry. He paid the seller more than what the rich man had paid so that the poor man can get the bread. But the rich man still added more money. Malik added some more money again. It went on like that until the poor man got the bread. He then said to the poor man, "When your daughters eat tonight, tell them to pray for Malik ibn Dinar" and he went away.

Years went by and Malik was still an alcoholic and a robber. When he wanted to marry he couldnt get a wife because of his reputation. So he bought a slave, freed her then married her. He really loved his wife and God blessed them with a daughter called Fathima.

Malik was very attached to his daughter and vice versa. They had a very close bond. And sometimes when Malik was seated with Fathima on his lap while he drinks wine his daughter told him, "Father I dont like this. I hate this" referring to the alcohol. Malik knew that his daughter hated the wines and alcohol but he still couldn't stop his bad habits.

A time came when Fathima became very ill and passed away at a very tender age. Malik was so shattered and was drinking even more now to forget his pain. He hadn't slept for days and one time, he fell into deep sleep due to the excess fatigue. In his sleep, he dreamt that it was the day of judgement and the world looked chaotic. A monster (in some narrations they say it was a huge snake) emerged and started running after him. Malik ran away but the monster was still running behind him. He reached a cliff and below him was jahannam and behind was the monster. He decided to go to another direction, still running. He arrived at the coast of an ocean and a very old man in a white robe was seated at the coast. He went towards him to ask for help but the old man was very frail and weak. He just pointed to Malik to a direction and Malik followed the way. He kept running, the monster still behind him until he reached to a hill with small beautiful cave openings. He saw children, girls at the entrance of the caves and he immediately knew these were the daughters of the poor man he bought the bread for. The girls started calling out "Fathima come save your father! Fathima come save your father!"

Fathima appeared and motioned to the monster and it faded away.

Then she said to him:

"My dear father, ‘Has not the time come for the believers (who indulge in sins) that their hearts should submit in all humility to the remembrance of Allah and to the truth which is revealed’ (Al-Hadeed:16)”. He was moved to tears and asked her “My dear child, what was this monster?” She said “It was your own evil deeds which had made it so strong that it was about to push you into Jahannam”. Heasked “And who was that white-robed old man?” She replied “That were your good deeds and you had made them so weak with your scanty good deeds that he could not help you against the monster(though he suggested to you a means of escape.)” One of the few good deeds was the one he helped the poor man get bread for his daughters.

His daughter then asked him, "Father isn't it time yet to repent?" Then he woke up from his sleep saying, "Yes it is time. Yes it is time."

He stood up and went to the masjid. The imam (it is said that it was Imam Shafii, Allahu a3lam) led the prayer and recited the same verse that his daughter had recited to him.

‘Has not the time come for the believers (who indulge in sins) that their hearts should submit in all humility to the remembrance of Allah and to the truth which is revealed’ 

Malik was weeping uncontrollably. After the prayers he went home, packed his clothes and went off to Madina to acquire deen knowledge. He thereafter became a very famous, pious and knowlegable sheikh who propagated Islam.

It is through his pain for losing his child that Malik ibn Dinar repented. Many times Allah puts us in a difficult situation or takes something beloved from us just to make us realize how much we need Him. So do not ever give up on yourself or even on someone else. This story of repentance is a reminder for us that the door of repentance is open to even the most devilish sinner.  Allah's mercy remains endless and He guides whomsoever He wills. Keep working on yourself. Don't be discouraged by your sins or by irrational thoughts that Allah will never help you or accept your repentance. Another lesson we get from Malik's story is the importance of sadaqa and dua in a person's life. You just never know when or how or what will lead to your/someone else's guidance. May Allah guide us all. Ameen.