Encounter

It was as unlikely as finding a teardrop in the ocean.
It was as majestic as the beautiful, broken language you speak.
So exquisitely crafted by our Creator that nothing could have hindered its existence.
It bore a promising seed
That is intricately decorated with faith and blessings.
It is adorned with simplicity and ease.
It shines with His light.

–IH

Ohhh, Transitions!

I detest change. Even to the slightest degree. Once, years ago, I came home from school and had to study for exams that week. I was stressed out and exhausted and was running on coffee (which I hate) and little … Continue reading

Exposed

I write a lot about trusting God because it is something I am consistently working towards and struggling with. I worry a lot and worry is a sign that I am not trusting Him. In her book, Rising Strong, Brene Brown discusses that vulnerability requires courage and that it is an important step in rising from a fall. So que cringeworthy vulnerability as I admit, this constant struggle with trusting God shows a lack of faith on my part. I know that trusting Him should be second nature. I should not have to think twice and I should not be worried knowing that my life is in His hands. And sometimes that is the case. Some days it is easier than others because that is the nature of our vulnerable, little human hearts. But on the days when the struggle is too real, I am required to turn to Him even more. And when my fears are relieved and my stresses settle and I see the fruits of God’s blessings, my trust in Him grows. But along with that renewed feeling trust, I feel a sense of guilt in not trusting Him before I saw said results. I feel guilty for believing, even for a second, that I was in control. Because I never was. It was always Him.

As I’m ending a significant chapter in my life and entering a new stage of adulthood (how exactly did I become closer to 30 than 20?), I am learning a lot about myself and about the people I trust most on this earth. Last year brought many feelings of betrayal from people of different levels of importance to me. But it seems that the ones that impacted me the most were those who I have known the longest and trusted the most. In those situations, the hurt was fierce, but at the end of the day I blame myself for allowing another imperfect human, like myself, power over my life. True trust belongs to the One who will never betray me and always be there for me. But like the renewed sense of trust I got from seeing God build me up when I doubted most, I got an equal, if not greater, sense of trust in Him when He sent others to tear me down. Alhamdulilah. All praise is due to Him.

I pray:

Oh Turner of hearts, keep my heart steadfast on your religion.

يَا مُقَلِّبَ الْقُلُوبِ ثَبِّتْ قَلْبِى عَلَى دِينِكَ

 

–IH

For You

I pray you find comfort in every situation. That God guides your difficulties and brings you ease in your hardships. I pray that fear, anxiety and doubt  are eliminated from your heart; that God guides you towards righteousness; that He blesses you with great people in your life who will remind you of Him and bring you closer to Him. I pray that He gives you success from means you would have never expected, and that He grants you ultimate happiness. The type of happiness that keeps you up at night from excitement. And I pray that this happiness extends to the akhira.

To everyone reading this, this is for you. Please share it, spread the love, and make this duaa for others.

10 years.

Last month marked ten years since my family picked up and moved across the world. We left our Illinois home and moved to Jordan where we lived for three years in what seemed like another world. Though I knew how … Continue reading

Sunday Morning Musings 2

*I am thinking about making this a regular segment on the blog, since Sundays seems to be the days I wind down and gather all my thoughts. “Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house so … Continue reading

Our Last Words

Amongst your confused, passionate pain, there was light peeking out supporting your foundation. Fear not, your hot tears that spilled over the surface, for the light will eventually burst and entirely illuminate you unable to contain your beauty.

–AH

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