Get your tissues ready, folks. This one is for the mothers.  Mine, especially. Love you, #dearMum.

“Heaven is under the feet of your mother” – Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him).


Nominated for the Liebster Award!

liebster-blog-awards-2 So a really, really sweet person read my post about the Hijab and its misconceptions today, and decided that I deserved the Liebster Award! Thank you to Aquila Nabila, for being that person. (She’s got a really wonderful blog about Hijab styling, by the way.)

The Liebster Award is basically an award given to bloggers by other bloggers, all completely online. It’s designed to get (new) bloggers linked within the blogosphere and to encourage them to keep going. It’s very similar to a chain letter, where one person gets the award and then nominates other people who they feel deserve it.

So anyway, here are the rules:
  • Acknowledge the blogger who nominated you and display the award. 
  • Answer 11 questions that the blogger gives you.
  • Give 11 random facts about yourself.
  • Nominate 11 bloggers who you think are deserving of the award.
  • Let the bloggers know that you nominated them.
  • Give them 11 questions to answer.
My answers to aquila’s questions:

Describe your personal style in 3 words.

Umm…simple, classy and comfortable. I’m not really good with this whole ‘style’ thing. I had to ask my mum for pointers.

What is your craziest memory with your best friend?

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What has the world come to?

So I watched this video today. It is a program that was telecast by the Australian Broadcasting Corporation. A joint investigation by Four Corners and The Australian newspaper reveals evidence that shows that the army is targeting Palestinian boys for arrest and detention. It reveals very disturbing truths about the episodes that have become everyday events in the war zone that is Palestine. This includes arresting children in the middle of the night, ruthlessly questioning them and then forcing a confession out of them for things they claim to have never done.

Words can’t describe how sad and tearful this made me. Whatever religious and political differences there may be between the Palestinians and Israelis, it seems to me that things have been taken too far this time. Children are not ‘weapons of fear’. They can’t be used and accused simply because you feel the war slipping away from you. Wake up, people. What happened to the humanity and world peace we all seem so eager to spread? I feel sick to my stomach sitting here everyday, thinking about the children and families dying not just in Palestine, but everywhere. And do you know what the worst thing is? There’s nothing I can do about it: not yet anyway.This feeling of helplessness just kills me and yet I am able to do nothing

Watching this video made me realise one thing, if nothing else. It made me see what a wicked and unjust place this world can be. It’s easy to just sit back and say, “Well, no one ever said life was fair,” but we’re not the ones dying. We’re not the ones losing our families and siblings and children. We’re the ones who just complain, watch videos and then make useless comments like I am doing now. We’re the ones who fight about and for things that don’t matter at all and forget about the really important things in this world like, justice and peace and human life. We are wasted as a race, and it makes me sick.

It seems like I’m repeating this phrase too many times these days, but it’s true: this world has become a sad, sad place.

Nafisa Anvar.

Understanding the ridiculous

schoolI want to be a doctor. My friend wants to be a fashion designer. My other friend wants to own a line of hotels.

At school, I study Maths, Science, Humanities, English, Literature and Health. So do my friends.

These subjects are somehow going to get me into medicine, my friend into fashion designing and my other friend into hotel management. Because somehow, we’re all going to need to use Pythagoras’ theorem and know how the plate tectonics under the Earth move in our respective futures.

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