In the name of God, most Gracious, most Compassionate

In the name of God, most Gracious, most Compassionate
Al-Quran (30:30)

So direct your face toward the religion, inclining to truth. [Adhere to] the fitrah of Allah upon which He has created [all] people. No change should there be in the creation of Allah. That is the correct religion, but most of the people do not know.

فَأَقِمْ وَجْهَكَ لِلدِّينِ حَنِيفًا فِطْرَةَ اللَّهِ الَّتِي فَطَرَ النَّاسَ عَلَيْهَا لَا تَبْدِيلَ لِخَلْقِ اللَّهِ ذَلِكَ الدِّينُ الْقَيِّمُ وَلَكِنَّ أَكْثَرَ النَّاسِ لَا يَعْلَمُونَ
[Al-Imran 3:8] "[Who say], "Our Lord, let not our hearts deviate after You have guided us and grant us from Yourself mercy. Indeed, You are the Bestower."

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Vagueness of vulnerability!

Yesterday while waiting for the bus for 15 minutes after the gym, I finally realized it was not running anymore. FAIL! (does not run on Fridays after 7pm) and I had no other choice but to walk home! Great! I was exhausted and hungry. Since the grocery store was on my way home, I decided to stop and buy some groceries I needed. With 2 bags of heavy groceries, a heavy backpack and my huge abaya! I just thought to myself I must be such an awesome spectacle! I felt so vulnerable and I pitied myself. It was super late and was constantly trying to be aware of my surroundings. I regret not heading home sooner and relying on the stupid bus.

While walking back home, I stopped at a crosswalk awaiting my turn to cross. There were no other cars in the intersection except one. I did not want to look up afraid to find the usual confused and pitied look.The light was taking what seemed forever. Wondering why the car was still there, I reluctantly looked up and saw a brother from the masjid. He quickly lowered his head down when he saw I had seen him and I apprehended he was waiting for me to cross. I felt stupid scurrying to the crosswalk. I must have looked like squirrel.

Personally, I feel very protective over my sisters in Islam and it breaks my heart to see them alone and vulnerable. Indeed the hijab displaces us away from the coarseness of society! I really believe that no sister should be left unprotected. It’s a duty upon us to watch over each other and sometimes we think little about that. Sort of like those unwritten rules amongst mothers or women. It’s the struggle that should unite one but I guess that’s too complicated to delve into.  It never really hits me just how sensitive I am until when I am on my own not by choice. It’s the restrictions to the choices I have that make me feel bitter but Alhamdulillah. Welcome to the vagueness of life!

I came across this video that totally embodies what I feel: