January 30, 2010
So, I don’t usually like using different middle eastern accents instead of the classical Arabic in reading, especially when it comes to poetry…but I gotta say, this one gets an exception… I ♥ it… Now let’s apply it inshaAllah…
P.S. a post is in the works inshaAllah…Reflections from the ICNYU 2010 conference!!
January 13, 2010
Trade A Weak Heart For A Strong One…How?
“Verily in the remembrance of Allah do hearts find rest” (Surah Ra’d, 28)
January 10, 2010
Most Americans still evaluate risks the same way grandparents and those before them did, using antiquated logic, misguided assumptions and emotions, anecdotes past experience, and intuition to get through life’s never ending parade of decisions.
Most people think dramatically, not quantitatively.
Time and time again, Americans worry about risks that are insignificant while virtually ignoring truly substantial threats
Risk is a combination of the probability of an event, usually an adverse event, and severity of that event.
Our successes have built a conceit that if enough resources and persistence are brought to bear, society can use its tools of science and technology to conquer all risks. This is the myth of zero risk.
Read: The Polar Bear Strategy
January 3, 2010
Mourning myself, yes, for what
I think I may have become.
You really don’t know what’s best for you-
what irony-I dare to laugh at this irony-
sometimes in tears you are happier
than in laughter.
For excessive laughter
kills the heart.
Of course maybe if the ‘me’ of
a few months ago
met the ‘me’ of today
she would not agree that she is better.
But it feels as if I’ve gained some things alhamdulilah,
but lost some essentials.
Maybe it is this busy way of life?
I was advised to stop thinking and analyzing and worrying.
So I did.
I don’t know what my status is with Allah
to compare it with what it was.
But something I can’t put my finger on is missing now..
I feel like I went through an exchange.
A loss for a gain.
I am not-nor do I hope to ever be-satisifed with myself.
I have a long way to go.
Oh Allah, grant me wisdom.
Grant me a quiet wisdom.
I want to be the deep of the ocean:
Calm and stable.
I don’t want to be its crashing shores.
All sound, all energy…
but shallow at its core.