Precisely a year ago today, I wrote a post that I’ve been keeping. Something I’ve had doubts about if I’d ever get the chance to share it with the world. But I was waiting for the right moment. And I think today, 09.10.2014, is the right time.
The last thing I had intended, coming to London, was to find love (if you will). And of all people, my grandfather kept telling me to not fight it, and if it happens, to not resist (not to mention his never ending heart-to-heart talks with me about fate and love every time he gets the chance to corner me). It’s been a while since I’ve had a proper relationship with someone of the opposite gender, and I’m assuming that he’s getting worried that I’d never find anyone as i grow “older” (not that I am, only 22). It’s not that I’ve been dodging every “advance” any guy has ever made on me, it’s just that I’ve been really nit-picky about it. I suppose you could account me into the category of women who are heavily influenced by TV shows or movies, and by the amount of books that I’ve read, when it comes to matters of the heart.
Though I have to add that my expectations have not been completely confined to such stereotypical views, but it also has something to do with my experiences. Mother always said to choose wisely. She’s instilled a list of qualities I should be looking out for in a partner. Then there’s the numerous occasions where any attempt I’ve made to make something work, failed. Not really adding any encouragement for me to try again. But as the song goes..
I never really gave up. But more of like surrendering to whatever that lies ahead. Trusting that what was meant to be, will be, and will happen when it’s supposed to.
Which then brings me to how flabbergasted I was/ am, at the twist of events in the last month or so. I guess when you don’t expect, or put hope on something, when it happens, it’s always a pleasant surprise :) I’ve always wondered how friends turned into anything more, and even though that’s happened to me, I still don’t know how it happened. But I’m glad it did, and couldn’t be happier now.
Everything mother told me to look for, I’ve found. Every pessimistic thought, you’ve pacified. All my built up walls, you’ve broken down.
Who would’ve known, because I didn’t.
It has been a roller-coaster year, bittersweet, but far sweeter than bitter. All thanks to the man who took a leap of faith with me, even when he knew I was broken, torn, and tattered. Even when I’m at my worst, even when I throw the shittiest things his way, he stayed. And he has given me so much support and strength, I’m stumped at how he has any energy left.
I had never expected for things to last this long. But I am ever so grateful to Allah SWT, for this blessing in the form of a partner who has opened my eyes, who has lightened my heart, and who I’m constantly finding myself falling for more and more each day.
p/s: please excuse the mushyness and public display of affection.
Ben Affleck on Real Time with Bill Maher
Brilliant response by Ben Affleck on Real Time with Bill Maher this weekend. Such an important point, made also by Karima Bennoune when she said, “Muslims are much more likely to be victims of fundamentalist violence than its perpetrators.” Her full talk: When people of Muslim heritage challenge fundamentalism »
Or Zak Ebrahim when he spoke about being raised on hatred and violence, but choosing a peaceful path. He said, “I stand here as proof that violence isn’t inherent in one’s religion or race, and the son does not have to follow the ways of his father.” His full talk: I’m the son of a terrorist. Here’s why I chose peace »
I have incorrectly been saying ‘burqa’ when I meant ‘niqab’ for maybe my whole life.
reblogging for informational purposes. i will come collect you if you reblog from me in a way that disrespects any of my sisters.
educating yourself on other cultures is v important