Preoccupation with Food, Diet, Exercise ~ Weight loss Extreme

The trend of losing weight is going to an extreme, on and off you keep seeing the transformation, different posts of diet foods. When you ask them how did you lose the FAT! The response is simple! Exercise, No Rice or Bread and no Sugar. That is, it!

You: Are you serious?

 Is it that simple?

What about the emotional bursts you are have   during the journey?

 Them: Yah just keep yourself motivated. Keep going …

There you are standing totally horrified.

Whenever you speak to them they are just speaking about food they are craving and the diets they are doing lying to us and themselves that they are soooo happy with this journey when in reality you see that tiredness, annoyance and struggle in their eyes which only sparkles when they get a compliment! Oh wow you have lost quite a lot of weight!

Well isn’t all of this is so exasperatingly madness when we are already surrounded with so many other responsibilities to fulfill and for them it is another the end and be all of their life.

So now

Well I doubt I will take out time to make. I would rather eat! *winks*

Anyway , jokes aside there are some thoughts like many others that I wish to share. The fingers have begun to really itch and pen my thoughts. I will share my experiences that would really beneficial for the readers out there. I hope to be really active in my blogging from now on. Insha’Allah some of my posts will be on Food but at the same time on different topics. So don’t worry.

 

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Needless to say the Mercy of Allah (swt)

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As-salamu `alaykum wa rahmatullah

I was once walking along a narrow but busy street in Cairo when ahead of me was a donkey-cart laden with handmade pottery and clay utensils. It was owned by an old man who had been walking slowly beside it, and trying to sell whatever he could to make an income. He walked with hunched-shoulders, a turbun tied round his head like a Sa’idi from Upper Egypt, his face wrinkled by age and the harsh Egyptian sun. It wasn’t hard to see that many difficult years had passed over him and he had probably been doing this for a long while.

As I continued to walk, I heard a cry and some commotion. The donkey had staggered back (probably startled by something) and as a result, the harnessing pushed the cart upwards, sending the pottery and clay shattering out into the street. It was heartbreaking to…

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Subhanallah!

Allahuakber Kabeera!
Allah (swt) ‘s Shaan! He is truly everywhere

Sujood

The picture says it all!

Bhoja plane crash -127 is just not a number

Assalaamualikum wr wb!

Dear readers,

This is an e-mail sent by a dear friend of mine. With her permission I am posting this. When you read it, it  would become self-explanatory. Something personally I didn’t even know . It’s an eye-opener.

Please keep her and me in your duaas.

Love.

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“127 isn’t just a number.

They weren’t just 127 people. They were 127 life stories. 127 dreams that are never realizing. 127 sons and daughters, husbands and wives, lovers and friends. I don’t know what the cause was, and frankly don’t care that much either.

All I know is that this is a reminder for all of us: Say your I Love Yous and Sorrys today. Forgive the people you’re holding grudges against. Let go with peace and harmony. Stop hatred. Stop being mean. “

Came across the above note while care-free surfing the internet. Thought of sharing a piece of it as a reminder for all of us. 😦

I needed it, cz i am one person who hardly cares whats on the news esp sitting here in KSA, checking the news is the last thing i’d even think to do.

I didnt even know there was a plane crash :0

But giving it a thought.. why am i so careless and living my life SO fearlessly..doing little sins knowingly and unknowingly.

Maybe the list of 127 ppl had our names 😥

One day we all have to return. No matter how long one lives nothing will save him/her from death. And are we ready for it? 😦

No one has immunity against death. No one is too heathy to die, or too young to die or too wealthy to die or too powerful to die or too famous to die.

“Wherever you are, death will find you out. Even if you are in towers built up strong and high.” (al-Nisaa 4:78)

 

“O you who believe fear Allah as He should be feared and die not except in the state of Islam” (al-Imran 3:102)

Plus the loss of JAmia Uloom ul Islamia Darul Uloom Binori Town Karachi’s naazim taaleemaat Hazrat Maulana Atta ur Rehman Sahb and jamia Binoria Site’s Fazil Molana Peer Usman Rasheed, Gulshan e Iqbal Siddeq e Akbar Masjid imam Qari Gul Zaman. 

 A sign of Qiyamah. 😦 loss of ulema, unexpected sudden deaths! and such accidents..

A reminder to me and all of us. To be honest i really didnt pay much heed when i was told about a plane crash.. but for a moment thinking about my death and how much i am prepared gave me goosebumps 😥

Ya Allah Ta’aala keep us in Your hifazat and give us a death when we are in state of good emaan and peace. and You are happy with us. Ameen

and May Allah Ta’aala give Sabr to the families suffering the loss of their beloveds.

Ameen thum-ameen.

😥

Beyond Imagination

Humayd – My little and only nephew up till now. Two years of age. Masha’Allah! Alhamdulillah! Reminded me something very valuable today.

Lately, busy with University life and some extra evening classes there is barely any time to spend with this angel.

There was a time when I was completely free and could spend time with him. However, with university classes starting, a sacrifice was made i.e no longer hearing him shouting right from the entrance door BAA BAA BAA(calling out my name)when he arrives .

Nonetheless, finally managed to cushion with the thought of spending time with him in the evening. Well, life is not fair as many state.  Ultimately, joint some evening classes thrice a week (a must thing). Quite bummed with this situation. Yet once again consoling myself with the thought maybe at least he would come on days when I won’t have evening classes.

Once again, I repeat life is not fair and cannot be perfect. Unfortunately, my sister would in fact come on these specific days that would clash with evening classes. Well she cannot adjust or live her life and schedule her work according to my life. Can she?

BUSY BUSY AS a BUMBLE BEE staying out of the house from 7:30am in the morning until 8:15pm means barely would I see him or hear his voice. Slowly and gradually, the acceptance was made and reality check was done that I won’t see him at all. Cox she would then leave for her home around 8:00pm and on the way pick her husband from work.

Besides, there was this fear within. Seeing him less often meant probably he would forget me. He is a child right? Yah! He forgetting me worried my poor nerves most. On the other hand, his love for me would decrease also worried me. Hence, would then make a point to try to make ways to meet him. Go out of the way just to spend time even if it means sacrificing afternoon naps of half an hour to one hour depending on the situation of middle stop over breaks at home.

However, today or rather tonight around 8:30pm reaching home quite late from class once again distressed by the thought of not seeing him. I announced my presence.

Assalaamualikum!

And believe it or not he had not yet head home. Immediately, he left his mother’s arms and rushed towards me crying out loud repeatedly

“Hiba Khala! Hiba Khala”

And he hugged me ever so tightly that I could just respond back to him with the same affection of tight hugs and of course smooches. It seemed as if we had not seen each other for ages. And lo! Tears began to cling on the eyelashes. Surely, the fears were just internal fears… fears that we have of our own which in reality do not exist.

Continuously replaying this incident reminded me of this hadith:

 “Umar ibn al-Khattab said, “The Messenger of Allah (saw), was brought some captives and there was a woman among them who was running about. When she found a child among the captives, she took it, brought it close to her, and suckled it. The Messenger of Allah (saw) said, “Can you imagine this woman casting her child into the fire? We said, “No, by Allah.” He (saw) said, “Allah (swt) is more merciful to His slaves than this woman to her child.”

It is just the thought that a woman hugging a child with so much affection and Rasullallah (saw) compares this with Allah’s Mercy! Who is so Kareem and Raheem! To whom we barely turn to. Who just asks us just to come an arm’s length and He would come at a fathom’s length. If we would go to Him walking, He would come to us in speed.

Subhanallah!

Where can we find such a Raab? Who is ready to accept us in whatever Haal (state) we are in? No matter how many sins we have committed. Still, He is ready to accept us. No matter if we barely remembered Him.

It is narrated in one of the other hadith that Allah (swt) rejoices more in the repentance of His slave than one of us when we find our lost camel in a desert. (Gist)

Again, many a times we have heard that Allah(swt) loves us seventy times more than a mother.

Then again, Allah says:

“O mankind, what has deceived you concerning your Lord, the Generous”

(Surah Al-Infitar, Ayat 6)

He is At-Tawwâb, The Acceptor of Repentance. Let us not get caught up in the whisperings of Shaitan for His Mercy and Love is vast. Even beyond our imagination.

Allahu Akbar!

No amount of worrying can change the future

“No amount of guilt can change the past, and no amount of worrying can change the future. Go easy on yourself, for the outcome of all affairs is determined by Allah’s decree.

If something is meant to go elsewhere, it will never come your way, but if it is yours by destiny, from it you cannot flee.” ~ Hazarat Umar Ibn Al-Khattaab (R.A)

I am a Good Boy

Wish I hadn't lied

I wish, I wish and I wish everything was so easy. I feel so bad.My sister is punished because of me. I wish I had not lied to mummy. Why was I so afraid to tell the truth? Mummy said I am a good boy and Maria Appi is a bad girl because she lied to her. She said Allah does not like children who tell lies.

It is me who lied. It is me who lied. Now Allah is angry, mummy is hurt and Maria Appi is crying.  All just because of me. What should I do?

*****

Mummy just gave me M&Ms. My favourite. Let me go share it with Maria Appi. Maria Appi is lying on her bed staring at the ceiling. Her eyes are red. She said to me not to talk to her ever again. I am sad now.

I have to tell mummy. It is me. It is me who broke the flower vase. I hope Allah helps me. I want to be a good boy again.

*****

Mummy is tucking me to bed. Kissing my forehead she is saying I am proud of you son. I am very happy. I did the right thing by telling the truth. I can feel it – Allah is happy because mummy is all smileys and Maria Appi is talking to me.

And so like always being scared of the dark I am sleeping beside my sister, holding her hand.

*****

The devil inside,

The devil outside,

Poking his nose from all side.

I know he has ways to trick,

I know he has ways to prick,

Always trying to transgress my district.

Has he forgotten Allah is on my side,

For Allah do I abide,

He is my best friend standing beside.

He does not leave me alone,

Even if I do something, wrong.

He helps me to be strong.

So when He is with me ,

I have no one to fear,

For He is my saviour.

*****

When Darkness Prevails

When reality dawns it is like entering this pitch-dark black hole. There is no way out. Looking towards the left and then right. Turning around three-sixty degrees. A dead end. Where to run? Where to hide? Where to seek shelter? In whom to confide?

What happened to the moments when mom does not understand and she rushes to the phone to call her best of best friend and sobs for an hour? Where did his reassuring *at least I love you* hugs go?What happened to the soothing beats and lyrics of  the music? Where has her peace gone?

Stuck between the  illusion of space and time. Drowning into the darkness. Hurt and wounded. Yet, continuing with the mundane acts. Reading books of self-improvement, self-management. There has to be a secret to find peace.

Skimming through:

• Aromatherapies
• Ideology of eating chocolates & peanut butter
• Yoga
• Mood Management
• Religions
• Meetings with counselors

Exasperated with the search. Swimming deeper into the obscurities of gloominess. The only way of escaping was to opt the path of relinquishing the hunt.

Her insides screaming, shouting, begging to try up-stream once more.

Silently tears scrolled down her cheeks.

  

I am sorry were her last words.

Our Kind and Kareem Ra’ab

Abu Huraira said that Rasool Allah said, “The angels look for those who do Zikr of Allah on the paths. When they find those who are doing Zikr of Allah then they call each other, “Come, your desired has been found.” Then those angels cover those are doing Zikr of Allah up to the skies of this world with their wings. And Allah Rabbul Izzat says about them to those angels “What are my slave doing?” Though Allah knows more than those angels. The angels say, “Those people are doing your Tasbeeh, Tahmeed, and Tamjeed.” Rab Ta’ala says, “Have they seen me?” The angels say, “We swear by your pure Entity, they have not seen you.” Rab Ta’ala says to them, “If they had seen me then what would be their state?” The angels say, “If they could’ve seen you then they would do your Tamjeed and your Tasbeeh even more.”

Rab Ta’ala says, “What slaves are asking from me?” The angels say, “They are asking for Jannat from you.” Rab Ta’ala says, “Have they seen Jannat?” The angels say, “We swear by Your Pure Entity, they have not seen Jannat.” Rab Ta’ala says, “If they had seen Jannat then what would be their state?” The angels say, “If these people had seen jannat then their greed, desire, and inclination for it would increase. Rab Ta’ala says, “What else are they doing?” The angels say, “They are seeking refuge.” Rab Ta’ala says, “From what are they seeking refuge?” The angels say, “They are seeking refuge from Hell.” Rab Ta’ala says, “Have they seen Hell?” The angels say, “Oh Rab, we swear by Your Pure Entity, they have not seen it.” Rab Ta’ala, “If they had seen it then what would be their state?” The angels say, “If they had seen it then they would run even further away from it and fear it even more.

Rab Ta’ala says, “angels, Be witnesses that I have forgiven them.” An angel says, “There is one person amongst them who is not part of those who do Zikr, he is there for some necessity of his/her.” Rab Ta’ala says, “These are such people that even those sitting among them are not deprived.” (Bukhari)