Of summers and watermelons..

Why is it that we always crave watermelons at summer time? Is it the thirst? SubhanaAllah… That fruit is truly a blessing!

*crunching a cold watermelon*

Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and he will eat for a lifetime.

I stole the quote from my sister’s facebook status. I’ve heard it before, but this time, it had a different meaning to me.

SubhanaAllah, Allah azza wa jal teaches us many lessons, it’s up to us to apply them and benefit from them…

Yet we always want the fish from Allah…and forget the lessons He blessed us with…

Heck, we make duaa for the fish, we think of nothing but the fish, we look at all the people with fish, we wish we had fish, and more fish, and more fish… YET what we DO NOT DO, is work for the fish.

GO WORK FOR YOUR FISH. sigh.

On a different note, as I walked out of the hospital today at 9:30 p.m. wearing my jilbab, a man on a wheel chair said to me:

“Good night”

“You too”

“Are you a dental student?”

“Yeah!”

“Alright!”

You gotta love NYC randoms.

I think, if I could write my personal statement about why I want to enter dental school all over again, the primary reason would be: for da3wah purposes. That’s all. Oh, and to help the ummah. lol.

Alas, a 50% radiology midterm starts in about 12 hours from now. I shall retire to …um…not bed, but studying inshaAllah.

Eve teasing (Huh?!)

I mentioned to a relative the situation of the subways during rush hour. A can of sardines might be a better suited word than subway.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words…Here’s one I found using google images…

Our conversation about the crowded subway led to the obvious: Touching of the other gender accidents.

I noted how they have signs that say something about how, just because you’re on a crowded subway, that doesn’t mean inappropriate touching is allowed. I actually laughed at how sad that sign felt to me when I first saw it. I thought about how the structure of a more halal subway would be. LOL.

Anyways, I can’t remember where, but I found this picture and saved it:

It’s a WOMEN ONLY cart during certain hours. SubhanaAllah. Some countries are just so ahead.

And believe it or not, there’s a Wiki about it too!

But then again, mention that here and your head will probably be bitten off by the feminists. When in fact, it should be the opposite…The feminists should be asking for this in my opinion. It’s an honor to be protected

So, what’s Eve Teasing you ask? Why not ask Wiki? It seems to be getting more knowledgeable these days! Check it out here…

It should be an honor to follow the commands of God.

That’s my ramble for today

Half a year…

The subway is my pondering station. I don’t know how the time flies on it, but it does. Maybe it’s because I hardly use it, so when I do get on it, it feels like an experience every time. The people you see, the sounds you hear, the air you feel brushing against your face as the trains come to a stop, it’s all part of the experience.

How long does it take someone to get used to something? How long does it take for change to become normalcy again? I think it all depends on how busy a person is. SubhanaAllah, the days pass by and we don’t even realize it. It’s been a bit over a year since the move and it seems funny to think that much time has passed! What’s even more funny is that, it is during the visits home, that things don’t feel normal, like you’re not in your zone anymore…

The city is beautiful. Coming back to the island from Queens last night, you could see all the lit buildings, thousands and thousands of lights, decorating hundreds of buildings, different heights into the sky…But what was really beautiful about the view was the moon. It was ever so bright, like half a bowl, hanging there in the sky…and it was awesome to see the creation of man underneath and the creation of God above it. It was just one of those views that made you smile and feel happy for no certain reason. And while I’m usually a fan of nature, there was something about all the lights and the buildings that was nice when you zoomed out. It was a change from the green I guess. It was different. Now zooming in, you enter the city and progress through its hallway like streets, and reality hits again with a cop chasing a flying car, the horns playing a musical in the streets, and the yellow cabs zooming by. You finally get home. You’re in your little cubicle apartment and you add to the lit windows by turning on your lights. It’s quite here, sheltered from it all, alhamdulillah…

This city is one of a kind.