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...: While he's been away...

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The world inside my little head. Friday, February 26, 2016. While he's been away. My husbands been away for a while, to a place he's never been to alone, with people who speak languages he can slightly understand but not converse in, for a good cause though. Fear of living without him: An eternal wait. SubhanAllah I sit in my prayer mat after Isha and think about ALL those women of the past who sent their husbands in Allah's path, with nothing in their hearts but tawakal ala Allah (faith in Allah swt).

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...: My final 'single' departure from Malaysia iA

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The world inside my little head. Monday, May 25, 2015. My final 'single' departure from Malaysia iA. 24th May 2014 6:45pm [I'm typing this on air]. And amidst all the love i received today, I seek the love of You ya AlWadood, the giver of All love that's sufficient. Posted by Sameera Hameed. Labels: Allah SWT :). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). When I build a house of my own, I will have masterpieces of Art made by me :) Insha'Allah maybe? I write f or myself. I colour my life Happy! If you are disma...

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...: The pigeon knocked my window this morning....Again.

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The world inside my little head. Sunday, June 7, 2015. The pigeon knocked my window this morning.Again. That little bird has seriously taught me too many lessons. :D. Nobody will believe me, but these pigeons actually sit on my window sill and chirp loudly or knock on the window UNTIL I open and give it some food. And me being the forgetful person I am, have to be reminded a million times. Either by my mother or by the knocks of these hungry little ones. I know they're my birds. Posted by Sameera Hameed.

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...: Endured..

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The world inside my little head. Tuesday, June 9, 2015. You know when you’re at the most vulnerable state, and he endures you? That’s when you know he loves you more than you’ll ever know. You’ll never know why you’re loved that much. Even he won’t know. It makes you happy like you’ve never been before. Loved like you’ve never been loved before. I never thought I’d write about it. But this is what love does. It makes you do things you’ve never done before. To fall in love. You just do. I write f or myself.

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...: While The pigeons Ate To Their Fill...

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The world inside my little head. Friday, July 6, 2012. While The pigeons Ate To Their Fill. Very happily she drops food for them on my window sill. Smilingly she puts a generous amount saying 'The more we put the more happy they are'. And then she drops them carefully by the corner because otherwise they'd fall down and the pigeons wouldn't be able to have enough. 'Heights of sincerity' I think to myself about my mother. And then I remain there watching, and thinking to myself . I learn from my mom, by t...

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...: When I missed my flight...

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The world inside my little head. Monday, September 8, 2014. When I missed my flight. I was taking the Saudia flight to Riyadh directly. Without informing me, Saudia itself changed my itinerary to taking two flights that included a transit via Jeddah, and the time difference between the two flights were fifteen minutes. Yeah! You read that right. Just fifteen minutes. So where am I going with this story? 8217; (meaning in in Urdu: mummy, see! Indeed, Allah SWT sent me help. Simple words she said with so m...

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...: Excellence. It's who we are. By default.

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The world inside my little head. Wednesday, June 11, 2014. Excellence. Its who we are. By default. She said to me with tears in her eyes, that she feels like she  was unconscious for three years. Completely lost and forgot who she really was. Her dreams weren't the same anymore. And she didn't think of things the same way anymore. It's not anyone. It's just me." "It's who I am" "I'm just so sure of myself that I'm not worth it". One out of every five friends I have has said this statement. Yet, Often we ...

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...: Far so uncertain...yet...

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The world inside my little head. Tuesday, June 17, 2014. Far so uncertain.yet. There is always a lovely way to look at things, you know? There is nothing we can do to change destiny. But destiny.its beautiful. Written by the One whose amazing plans so far we couldn't fathom. And so will be the future: Far so uncertain, yet surely to be as beautiful and perfectly inscribed in the books just as our beautiful past was. One by one He takes those people in your hearts away from you. Not so much but atleas...

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...: This too shall pass...

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The world inside my little head. Thursday, May 28, 2015. This too shall pass. What have you lost if a test only got you closer to Allah swt even if it’s hard and heartbreakingly shattering to bear in this Dunya? If all that matters is your connection with Allah, nothing will break you. O you who are patient! Bear a little more, just a little more remains.' [Ibn al-Qayyim (rahimahullaah)]. Say Alhamdulillah. Coz Allah says ' If you are grateful, I will surely increase you [in favor]; ' [14:7]. لَا ي...

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...: Empty Vessel

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The world inside my little head. Wednesday, May 20, 2015. I will look back to this day. To that feeling when I stood in front of a pile of books stacked in that Ustadh's shelf. And felt blank. How I know nothing , not even to understand what I read in front of me and yet how I wish to learn so much! Really… I see an ocean in front of me, and I feel like a thirsty empty vessel desperately desiring to grasp it all…. Why do I want this? I want my eman to rise with the light of His knowledge. I want to know.