This has been bugging me it has been eating me up inside it’s been an anchor weighing me down. Religious people piss me off so badly that I sometimes wonder why they have the audacity to claim and think that they are the ones who are walking on the right path the path to heaven. Don’t get me wrong I am happy for them and I admire their strength to avoid worldly temptations and everything that does not contribute to our savings account for getting into heaven, but who gives them the right to condemn people who are simply just trying to fight the devil and find the light.
I am not a saint and I remember pointing this out on my first blog post, but I most certainly do not deserve to be told (directly nor indirectly) that I am on the path to hell! Seriously you don’t know me you have no idea what I am doing, No clue about what goes on in my mind and most certainly you do not know my motives and intentions in doing what I do.
This young lady that had me so mad decided that she has the power to determine who goes where, I choose to believe that she had the best intentions in mind for doing what she did but it just didn’t sit with me right. I was offended and insulted, because she does not know me! Apart from the mask I let her see AND LETS KEEP THIS IN MIND WE ALL HAVE MASKS (FRONTS) THAT WE PUT UP IN PUBLIC AND WE HAVE A DIFFERENT FACE FOR DIFFERENT SETTINGS WE HAVE A DAUGHTER MASK SISTER MASK WIFE MASK EMPLOYEE/ EMPLOYER MASK WE HAVE MASKS FOR EVERY SITUATION AND THEY ARE ALL DIFFERENT (trust me on this one I am majoring in psychology and I’ve been studying communication science so I am honestly not making any of this up, it is not just an idea it’s a text book fact)
Anyway so back to this religious young lady who managed to get into my head posted a picture on Facebook. The picture had two staircases, the one on the right leading to heaven and the one on the left to hell and so she tagged a whole lot of us some on the stairs leading to heaven, some still in-between and some on the stairs to hell. Take a wild guess where I was placed, yes I according to her am on the path to the burning scorching eternal fires of hell. My first reaction was (mais pour quoi?) I must admit I felt bad but then I decided it’s just a picture so I went on with my jolly life. However as the days passed the thought just kept coming back to me and the answer as to why she believes I am on the guest list to hell never arrived. Clearly I’m still bothered by the fact that I was tagged on that picture of hers.
So what gives mere humans the right to do such a thing? I admit I haven’t been the best Muslim young lady out there but I’m not that horrible I try my best to be an ideal person but I am certainly not perfect I have flaws and weaknesses but that doesn’t give anyone the right to judge my loyalty and my faith towards my creator. This is how he created me a flawed young lady who will find her way into the light and out of the darkness. ‘Rome wasn’t conquered in a day’ it will take time but I will be the ideal Muslim some day.
I may not dress like an ideal Muslim most of the time but at least I respect myself and my religion. Just because you dress more religious and act more religious does not make you a better person.
I hate people who think they are better than others we are all equals we are mere humans we are all going to die and answer to our creator, so don’t judge me nor decide my fate because as far as I’m concerned you did not create me, you do not feed me nor shelter me.
I’m glad that’s of my chest.
Tuesday, 27 August 2013
Sunday, 11 August 2013
Food for thought..
In My Fair Lady
Filmed version of Bernard Shaw's Pygmalion
".... the difference between a lady and a flower girl is not how she behaves, but how she's treated. I shall always be a flower girl to Professor Higgins because he treats me as a flower girl, and always will: but I know I can be a lady to you, because you always treat me as a lady, and always will"
Saturday, 10 August 2013
Eid Al'Fitr 2013
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| Raygana & I |
My Capetonian Eid
Being a Tanzanian national living in SA I had already figured
out how my Eid would have turned out; me in my bed, in my tiny room with my laptop
and a box of tissues (for the tears) missing home painfully, it all seemed
inevitable. Then my gorgeous friend Raygana willingly offered to share her family
and her home with me. Words cannot express how humbled and thankful I am for
their kind and loving gesture. My 2013 Eid was truly special and amazing, even
though I wasn't with my family I felt like I was HOME...
I never expected to meet such amazing, loving and kind people
in a country that wasn't my own. I literally walked into their home as a
stranger and friend to their lovely daughter and walked out feeling like I was part
of their family. I fell in love with everyone’s personality and character. Everyone
oozed a vibrant and positive energy.
Raygana’s grandpa and little brother are the sweetest not to
forget her mother, grandma and aunts. I couldn't have wished for a better Eid
al’Fitr.
Shukran Jazilan...
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| cutest baby MashaAllah |
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| Raygana's awesome aunts <3 |
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| Mujahid & I |
May Allah always shower his blessing and love onto them, and may he answer and accept all their dua’s.
Ameen
Tuesday, 6 August 2013
Monday, 5 August 2013
Change... The Change..
Who would have though...
walk to GREATNESS...
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| The Slipway, Dar-Es-Salaam, Tanzania |
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| Bongoyo Island, Dar-Es-Salaam, Tanzania |
For those who know me, YES I've cut my hair! I can't begin to explain how amazing it feels to have short natural hair. Flaunting my heritage PROUDLY.. It is time for statements.
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| Model tendencies.. Bongoyo Island, DSM, TZ |
I'm simply A THINKER
You think you know me
YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME
As I was sitting on my single bed in my not so luxurious
room listening to the rain pouring outside my window and the wind blowing
harshly shaking my gypsum walls, it occurred to me “people don’t know me”. Well
not in a literal sense but spiritually (weird YES sounded weird to me too) I
have many friends and acquaintances and relatives and siblings, but I fear no
one truly knows who I am. Not because they haven’t bothered to try but because
I don’t share, I tend to keep to myself I am my own diary and my own confidant
I don’t see it fit to burden anyone with what’s in my head nor what’s in my
heart. I AM A (can’t think of an appropriate word for it and secretive just
sounds. Well “WRONG”). I am a PERSON a human being a creation that is very
unique because years of schooling have taught me that we might all have similar
organs and they all function in the same way heck we even have similar looking
hearts and brains (well not always) but our bodies and everything else
scientific functions the same, but we are very different or maybe insanely
alike.
Anyway as I was sitting on my bed this thought ran across my
room out of thin air and it got me thinking what if I die and my book gets
closed and nobody truly knew me, who would tell my story? My life story well at
least everything that goes on in my mind is fascinating. Hours of “spacing out”
“day dreaming” and simply just shutting the world out, those hours define me
they define who NADIA is. Like any other human being on the face of earth I am
no saint nor am I a damned soul that’s hell bent on being a sinner “I am just
an imperfect being” capable of doing both good and bad.
I AM A THINKER
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