Be brave. Even if you’re not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference. Don’t allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It’s there for your convenience, not the callers. Don’t be afraid to go out on a limb.
That’s where the fruit is. Don’t burn bridges. You’ll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river. Don’t forget, a person’s greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated. Don’t major in minor things. Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Helen Keller, Leonardo Da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein. Don’t spread yourself too thin.
Learn to say no politely and quickly. Don’t use time or words carelessly. Neither can be retrieved. Don’t waste time grieving over past mistakes Learn from them and move on. Every person needs to have their moment in the sun, when they raise their arms in victory, knowing that on this day, at his hour, they were at their very best. Get your priorities straight. No one ever said on his death bed, ‘Gee, if I’d only spent more time at the office’. Give people a second chance, but not a third. Judge your success by the degree that you’re enjoying peace, health and love. Learn to listen. Opportunity sometimes knocks very softly. Leave everything a little better than you found it.
Live your life as an exclamation, not an explanation. Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life and death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems. Never cut what can be untied. Never overestimate your power to change others. Never underestimate your power to change yourself. Remember that overnight success usually takes about fifteen years. Remember that winners do what losers don’t want to do. Seek opportunity, not security. A boat in harbor is safe, but in time its bottom will rot out. Spend less time worrying who’s right, more time deciding what’s right. Stop blaming others. Take responsibility for every area of your life. Success is getting what you want. Happiness is liking what you get. The importance of winning is not what we get from it, but what we become because of it. When facing a difficult task, act as though it’s impossible to fail.”
Muslim Spoken Word is a series of videos on youtube by Aussie guys talking about Islam in modern world. They try to correct misconceptions, beliefs, and explain things from Koranic perspective.
Briefly, we are bound to certain cognitive reflexes when we receive bad words (rumors) about a certain topic, subject or belief and media was doing an awful job delivering a bad image about Muslims and Arabs. Muslims till this day are suffering from discrimination and abuse in non-Muslim countries, and Muslim countries (i.e Egypt) if they kept the Muslim authentic appearance, such as: beard and long galabia.
If you want to have a better understanding of Islam, you got to read, if you don’t have the time or will to read Koran, articles, watch videos for famous respected Cheikhs and vlogs like this one, you ought not to spread rumors or offense what you don’t understand.
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30 Minutes before 2014, and here I am sitting at the verge of happiness and near the verandah of a sad heart caged in an excited chest. Like always I am sipping tea, sweet but not too sweet, hot but not too hot. Anyhow, I’ve come to terms with myself, this past year has taught me a lot and no I am not really into the whole aspect of “New years, New me,” mindset. But I do mingle with the concept of “New years, New tea,” and by “tea” I don’t mean tea as in my name, Chai. I mean tea as in this concept of having the right ingredients for the right person. Here let me walk you through it, when you’re making tea, you need the right amount of sugar and the best spices for your personality. For me, my tea consist of a dash of soul, a hint of happy and a whole lotta’ love, that being said, I know that I’ve been lacking those very things this past year. My tendency to worry about unnecessary things distracted me from who I was. I was neutral, not happy or sad, if anything I felt frustrated and at best irked, but I wasn’t happy. Reflecting about this now, I realized that my atmosphere weighed me down; people whom I once called “friends” seemed more like nomadic ones. Activities that were “great,” on the transcript and to the college eye made me frustrated. I have about 6 minutes, so I’ll just conclude this with a list of ingredients for myself, in finding my own way back to the road of calm and cool collectiveness.
List of ingredients
- Bring a load of books, a mixture of horror and mystery will do the heart some healing
- Take time to love yourself, have a movie night out with you, me and myself.
- Do things that you love, stop the whole gizmo of “It looks great on a resume,” and look more for “it looks good in the heart,”
- Keep eating cereal from a cup, bowls are too mainstream
- Take pictures! Vintage or not, the world needs a photographer!
- Care less about what people think, and more about what your beloveds think
- Do things spontaneously!
- Don’t be a worrier but a warrior
- Make way for skipping your way to the gym! A healthy body means a healthy mind!
And that’s it!
I met my first lesson towards happiness in the jungles of concrete and coffee. New York, you could say that fate brought us together. It happened in the most unexpected way, but this was New York, one of the most spontaneous state in the United States. Tourists with maps at hand walked by gawking at skyscrapers, craning their necks just to steal a glimpse, taxicabs were rushing everywhere, and artists drew, sang and painted their way into bystander’s pockets.
So the unexpected seemed to be a norm here. it was beautiful, the lights were blinding, people were everywhere and the mixed sounds of cars felt like music to my ears. I loved it, I genuinely did, as I walked around I ended up walking towards a store of some kind, till a man…wearing no more than a small ragged coat and no shoes fumbled his way towards Starbucks. My eyes never left him; I just kind of stood there numb, lost, and mute. I didn’t know whether this was a figment of my imagination or if this was humanly possible. So I followed him, I crossed to the other side and fell into the warm arms of fresh coffee and suits. IPhones and smartphones whirled about, yet in the distance near a corner, there he was huddled weakly at the verge of consciousness. I’ve heard of homelessness and inhumanity. I’d seen it, yet this man caught my eye, I came up to him and sat right across from his seat.
“What’s your name?”
“Kinda is, umm mind if we have a date?”
(God have mercy on your soul, for the past 16 years of your life you’ve been exposed to people and general social skills. Is this REALLY what you could think of?)
“I mean what would you like to eat, you seem like an interesting person and I’d love to talk to you,”
(Are you mad? Are you mental? Is there something that’s not right in your head? Is this what you call normal? Your existence is a mess!)
“Just juice and a cookie would be fine thank you,” “Um okay, are you sure?”
“Yes, god bless you child,”
I go and grab whatever he could possible eat and stand there a few minutes tops debating whether he is allergic to nuts or not. I manage to find alternatives and come back just as quickly as I left.
“Okay, here’s your stuff, oh and some more just in case,”
“You didn’t have to do that you know,”
“I did, do you hang around here?”
“Sometimes, I am a veteran you know, no family, no nothing,”
“Oh I am sorry,”
“No need for pity, just always have someone there to love you. My time has run, it’s yours that’s waiting,”
I left that day, hoping to catch him the next morning; I walked around time square with no sight of him. I don’t know how, I happened to get upset but I went back to the hotel a bit teary like I hadn’t done enough, and so I did something that calmed me when I was frustrated with myself or the world, I prayed. Well it was more like sniffles and bawling and awkward sounds that barely stood for words but I prayed for Jeffrey, for myself and for the world.
I fixed up a bowl of cereal and O.J for breakfast and plopped right on the living room couch. ABC good morning America was on and like always I had 5 minutes to spare before running late to school.
My eyes glued to the screen as a blurry shot of the kneeling officer handed something like boots to the man…that looked like Jeffrey… Astounded I called up my mom to come see him; he had a new pair of shoes and socks. I was flabbergasted and overwhelmed by joy. I was somewhere between “I can’t believe this,” feeling and” oh my lord,” smile. Anyhow sitting there I realized that to become happy, prayers need to be said and maybe not all prayers are always taken in right away because the very thing that you might be praying for may not always be the best choice for you and at the end of the day Allah alone knows best.
Prayer and patience is a must. Faith is what holds every piece of my mind together. Faith in Allah, in his creations and in his wise actions. Faith is what keeps me sane and happy. So as much as you have of everything, if there’s nothing to look forward to, then what you have is only a mere limited object which has been limited by time. In conclusion: to be happy, Allah and Islam must be in the mix.
With Best Regards,
I’ve always seen the world as a large atmospherically transparent ball
Every country had a 5-cubit meter (rectangle) that each person of the world claimed. The transparent space of theirs held a truth. An absolute solid truth, one that only they could see through and so born was the perspective.
Now the funny thing about these transparent “windows” held the truth but also connections.
Kind of like a circuit, which once triggered would shoot off into a pathway that would lead into many smaller paths that went in different directions, like the domino effect and then no matter how small or subtle the income was a greater outcome would come of it.
Imagine throwing a pebble into a large river ripples would come from it then more would branch out and so it would stay that way till it slowly hits the banks of the river. I don’t know why I find this idea so beautiful and astounding, but like a broken record play, it keeps playing over and over again in my headConstantly barraging me with connections that trigger emotions. Come to think of it the world is full of triggers, even the concept of time is one even the best of us can’t fully comprehend. “
The more we have, the more things happen, the more possibilities we lose and the more possibilities we are introduced to,” I question a lot of things and assume just the same. Being the way I am, I always thought I would be a repetitive soul. A person who (no matter the stage or audience) played the same role, the more I realize no one would help me rehearse my lines, the less I though of helping myself.
As a writer, a lot of things tend to run through my mind constantly, wheels turning daily, it’s rare for me not to itch for a pen and paper. In restaurants forever writing on napkins as soon as ideas pop up, well you’ll get to know me as the kind of person who would do that instead of pulling out my phone. Nonetheless, I am trying to find a way to find myself and so far I haven’t really been doing so well, it’s kinda hard to get used to this concept of “who am I?” Because before then, I just ate ice cream and watched reruns of old cartoons. I was a kid, or at least I though myself as one, but now…adventures to places of the unknown are instead pushed into a box under my bed. But now I am pulling the box back out and taking my chances, you live your life only once and to make the best of it is a must. So basically I am recording every bit of myself (almost) on video, pictures and writing.
I’ve come to a conclusion that all I want in this is to be happy, and to understand myself. As much as it is a taboo, I couldn’t care less if anyone else understood me but if I can be internally happy who am I to keep this brilliant journey to myself?
Leading on from this, I will write whatever comes to me, whether it’s an event or people or emotions. I feel like this should go somewhere and maybe someday it will but for now, I like the fact that I am confined within my own mind and yet I can open up and like a book be read. So with no more further disruptions, I give you my blog filled with everything and at times (rarely) nothing.