Let’s be real, who isnt scared of the day “Sophia” will turn against us? For those of you who don’t know Sophia, feed on some facts but I should warn you that I won’t be referring to it as “she” because it is not a human!
So You May Know One Another
Miskellaneous, SoloBlazes
It’s of no surprise being a Muslim female in her twenties that the subject of marriage crosses mine and millions of others minds ever so often. When will it happen, how will it happen, with whom? We are always wondering but will never know until it finally happens.
With whom, that’s the million dollar question. I’m not a hopeless romantic who envisions a tall, dark stranger who will come and sweep me of my feet, I do however have
Tears
#aStoryaDay, April Short Stories, Mi hi, SoloBlazesDear World,
There is a part of me that feels blessed and forgiving; but then, there’s also a part of me that feels betrayed and cruel. All of these feelings feel my own yet so alien.
A lot happens when my mind is about to sleep.
I keep wondering about
Fire
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“(as for) those, their abode is the fire because of what they earned”
Fajr prayer does not matter now; it will matter tomorrow. Right now, you are extremely tired and you can’t even stand, let alone
What We’re Watching: Elementary
Miss Nasra, What We'reAs someone who is drawn to intellectual conversations, and debates I can say SHERLOCK is my favorite show. I’ve completed the entire seasons of Sherlock long ago and have been waiting anxiously for a new season for a year now. I was in desperate need of a fix, until last month when a classmate suggested ELEMENTARY! Was I relieved? Of course yes, I get 6 seasons to watch the detective in action, with an interesting twist that this Sherlock is set in New York city…….(”dramatic music in the background”)
Candy Wrappers
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#ShortStories#Fiction
That time, Majid and I used to lie on the floor with the worn out mattress that we bought from one of his friends who had left the country. We would wake up in the morning our backs aching in our little tiny room that had the kitchen counter an arm away from where we slept. We would constantly complain about the farting smells that seemed endless in our tiny little house. I never realized it at that time, but we were making our own little beautiful memories.
We had no TV, laptop or smartphones. We couldn’t afford it. I used to write him letters and ask one of the boys we know in the compound to rush the letter
TIME
UncategorizedSeconds and hours passed by,
I counted every single minute,
It felt like the clock kept ticking,
Asking me to haste.
I counted the time that I woke up,
The time I slept,
The time I ate,
Time was running. It seemed.
Where was it running to?
Reflections 2
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I sit here, thinking of what ayah to elaborate on. Or is it to foretell of? The best that I always like to go back to when an episode occurs to me is simply, “With every trial comes ease along with it.
Hunger
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Hunger for love.
Hunger for people.
Hunger for food.
Hunger for trust.
Hunger for understanding.
There is always some kind of hunger lurking around our lives.
There will come a day,
Where you will have
Torn up
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I am 20 years old, and I had recently started wearing the Niqab.
I understand that I might be wearing it for the wrong reasons. The bulk of women I know wear it out of their faith. You could say that I would be wearing it out of faith as well, but not out of fear; out of understanding God has made men and women different.
Some could say that it’s for selfish reasons.
However, I am extremely thankful and grateful for the fact that my religion gave me the freedom to cover myself. That it is a blessing when a woman covers herself.
It isn’t appreciated by most of the people in the modern Muslim communities, nor by some of my family members; afraid that I am becoming an extremist. Some would sneer and smirk, telling me that this phase wouldn’t last long. That being ‘religious’ was much harder than most youngsters thought these days. They told me that I would not last, just like many others before me.
Didn’t they realize?
