Dentists. I <3 Them :)

October 16, 2011

A life time to look forward to, inshaAllah ๐Ÿ™‚


A Moment of Silence

October 14, 2011

I long for the days of uncertainty, when I struggled to understand, to learn, to grow.
I long for the hours I spent studying, worshiping, growing mentally and spiritually.

I felt weakest during those times. Little did I know how strong I was! But it wasn’t my own strength, no, it was God helping me every step of the way and guiding me. ูˆ ู…ู† ูŠุชู‚ ุงู„ู„ู‡ ูŠุฌุนู„ ู„ู‡ ู…ุฎุฑุฌุง … ูˆ ูŠุฑุฒู‚ู‡ ู…ู† ุญูŠุซ ู„ุง ูŠุญุชุณุจ

It’s been too long and I want to go back. My heart and body and soul aches for the comfort and sweetness I felt at the time.

The longer I wait to get back, the darker it will get, and the harder it will be to find my way back…


ุทูˆูŠู„ ุงู„ุดูˆู‚ ูŠุจู‚ู‰ ููŠ ุงุบุชุฑุงุจ
ูู€ู€ู‚ู€ู€ู€ูŠุฑ ููŠ ุงู„ุญูŠู€ู€ู€ุงุฉ ู…ู† ุงู„ุตุญุงุจ
ูˆู…ู€ู€ู† ูŠู€ู€ุฃู…ู€ู€ู†ู€ู€ูƒ ูŠู€ุง ุฏู†ูŠุง ุงู„ู€ู€ุฏูˆุงู‡ู€ู€ูŠ
ุชุฏูˆุณูŠู† ุงู„ู…ุตุงุญู€ู€ุจ ูู€ูŠ ุงู„ู€ุชุฑุงุจ
ูˆุฃุนู€ู€ุฌู€ุจ ู…ู€ู† ู…ู€ุฑูŠู€ุฏูƒ ูˆู‡ู€ูˆ ูŠู€ู€ุฏุฑูŠ
ุจุฃู†ู€ู€ูƒ ูู€ูŠ ุงู„ู€ู€ู€ูˆุฑู‰ ุฃู… ุงู„ู€ู€ู€ุนู€ุฌุงุจ
ูˆู„ู€ู€ูˆู„ุง ุฃู† ู„ู€ู€ู€ูŠ ู…ู€ู€ู†ู€ู€ุนู€ู€ู‰ ุฌู…ูŠู„ุง
ู„ู€ู€ุจู€ู€ุนู€ู€ุช ุงู„ู€ู€ู…ูƒุซ ููŠู‡ุง ุจุงู„ู€ุฐู‡ุงุจ
ุฑุฃูŠู€ู€ู€ู€ุช ุงู„ู„ู‡ ูู€ู€ูŠ ุฐุง ุงู„ู€ู€ู€ูƒู€ู€ูˆู† ุฑุจู€ู€ู€ู€ุง
ุฌู€ู€ู€ู…ู€ู€ูŠู€ู€ุน ุงู„ู€ู€ู€ูƒู€ุงุฆู€ู†ู€ุงุช ู„ู€ู‡ ุชุญุงุจ
ุดู€ู€ู€ู€ู€ูˆุงู‡ู€ู€ู€ู€ุฏ ุฃู†ู€ู€ู€ู€ู‡ ูู€ู€ู€ู€ุฑุฏ ุฌู€ู€ู€ู„ูŠู„
ุนู€ู€ู„ู€ู€ู‰ ุฑุบู€ู€ู… ุงู„ู€ู…ุฌุงู‡ู„ ุจุงู„ูƒุฐุงุจ
ุชู€ู€ู€ู€ุฃู…ู€ู€ู€ู€ู„ ู‚ู€ู€ู€ุฏุฑุฉ ุงู„ู€ู€ุฑุญู…ู€ู€ู€ู† ูˆุฃู†ุธุฑ
ุณู€ู€ูŠู€ู€ู‡ู€ู€ู€ุฏูŠู€ู€ู€ูƒ ุงู„ู€ุชู€ุฃู…ู€ู„ ู„ู„ุตูˆุงุจ
ูˆู…ู€ู€ู€ุฏ ุงู„ู€ู€ู€ุทู€ุฑู ูู€ู€ูŠ ูƒู€ู„ ุงู„ู€ู†ูˆุงุญูŠ
ุณู€ุคุงู„ู€ู€ูƒ ุณู€ูˆู ูŠู€ุฑุฌู€ุน ุจุงู„ุฌูˆุงุจ
ุชู€ู€ู€ู€ู€ูู€ูŠุก ู…ู€ู† ุธู€ู„ุงู„ ุงู„ุฃุฑุถ ุญู€ูŠู€ู†ู€ุง
ูˆู„ุง ุชู€ู€ู€ุบู€ู€ู€ุชู€ุฑ ูŠู€ู€ู€ูˆู…ู€ู€ุง ุจู€ู€ุงู„ู€ู€ู€ุณุฑุงุจ
ูˆู‚ู€ู€ู€ู€ู ูู€ูˆู‚ ุงู„ู€ู‚ู€ุจู€ูˆุฑ ูู€ู€ุฑุจ ุฐูƒู€ู€ุฑู‰
ุณู€ู€ู€ู€ุชู€ู€ู€ุญู€ู…ู€ุฏู‡ุง ูˆุชู€ุฃูˆูŠ ุจู€ุงู„ุฅูŠุงุจ
ูˆุฑุชู€ู€ู€ู€ู„ ู†ู€ู€ู€ุบู€ู€ู…ู€ู€ุฉ ุงู„ู€ู€ู€ู‚ู€ู€ุฑุขู† ุชู€ู€ู„ู‚ู€ู‰
ูŠู€ุจู€ุงุนู€ู€ุฏูƒ ุงู„ู€ู€ุซู€ู€ูˆุงุจ ุนู€ู€ู† ุงู„ุนู‚ุงุจ
ูˆุชู€ู€ู€ู€ุงุจู€ู€ู€ู€ุน ู…ู€ู€ู€ู€ุฑุณู€ู€ู„ุง ู‡ู€ุงุฏ ุญู€ู€ูƒูŠู…ุง
ุฃุดู€ู€ุนู€ู€ุฉ ุญู€ู€ูƒู…ู€ู€ู‡ ู…ู€ู€ู† ูƒู„ ุจุงุจ

Absolutely Amazing Gems!!

August 13, 2011

Now Blue October

August 5, 2011

I love this poem.. especially the line I bolded…

Now blue October, smoky in the sun,
Must end the long, sweet summer of the heart.
The last brief visit of the birds is done,
They sing the autumn songs before they part.
Listen, how lovely—there’s the thrush we heard
When June was small with roses, and the bending
Blossom of branches covered nest and bird,
Singing the summer in, summer unending—
Give me your hand once more before the night;
See how the meadows darken with the frost,
How fades the green that was the summer’s light.
Beauty is only altered, never lost,
And love, before the cold November rain,
Will make its summer in the heart again.

~Robert nathan

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June 23, 2011

16.67% ย is not a random number.

It means something, though I don’t know what yet.

But I have hope in the future. ย Something special out there.

It wall all fall into place.


May 23, 2011

The papers had been waiting patiently in my bag since the morning.

Trapped in the post-examination time-out session, I pulled out the blue file and began to read.

Behind me, I could hear the chaos of question-reviewing.
โ€œIt was A!โ€
โ€œNo, B!โ€
And other bits and pieces regarding the perineal body, enteroccous species, and cervical intraepithelial neoplasia. But with a few words, I became disconnected from my surroundings.

I was far, far away. And I was much more than just a spectator: I was sitting cross-legged listening to the Friday sermon myself, admiring the exquisite design of the pillars of the mosque myself, and I too met the Sheikh who had a white beard borrowed from the clouds. He was just one of those people you feel comfortable with upon first encounter, and I took a piece of his silent wisdom with me forever.

They were in Ammanโ€ฆ they were in a small, cramped-up, dull room.. some revising mistakes, some gloating over their clever answers, and some adamantly making a case for why they put โ€œAll of the aboveโ€.

Meanwhile, I was in Madinah, where some were reading Quran, some standing in prayer, and some engulfed in prostration whispering supplication after supplication. I too was in the Prophetโ€™s city , being torn apart, fighting the lump in my throat trying to say goodbye. I entered Rawdet Al-Jannah to pray two rakโ€™ahs myself (although my recall of the experience was more traumatic, as the space was extremely limited and packed). I too, left in unbearable tears.

They were still in Amman. Still arguing that the correct answer was โ€œCโ€ without doubt.

I continued on to reach Meccah; reliving my countless visits there. I could feel the cold, white tiles underneath my feet. There I was, circling around the Kaโ€™ba, the only place where one walks in circles out of unity and not out of confusion or lack of direction or purpose. ย Then my eyes fell upon the black stone, our blessed connection to heaven, and I wondered whether I would be able to approach it up close. Fortunately, everything was unfolding smoothly today, and I made my way through the crowds to greet the stone our Prophet ย ย once marked with his own lips.

My eyes had welled up with tears, my lips had parted many smiles, and my feet almost felt tired from all the walkingโ€ฆ

Soon enough, it was time to be released from their custody (back in Amman) and leave that small room. I looked around and realized how detached Iโ€™d been while we were all waiting for our freedom.

Just as he pulled out the Siwak from his pocket, I pulled out those papers from my bag.

For there are memoirs that can take you awayโ€ฆ small, unexpected objects, that allow you to peacefully disconnect-to enter another time, another place, another state of mind.