-because of stillness-


All too frequently each one of us wind up thinking about how fast time is whizzing by; as if there aren’t enough hours in a day, days in a week and months in a year. And it’s true to some extent. But let’s admit it’s not just a lack of time .. there’s a tiny lack of deliberateness coupled with diminishing will power every now and then.. sometimes the quest to do too much of this and too much of that itself can be very tiring.

So June has started. I mean have you realised that we are past 6 months of 2017 already? Wow. It’s amazing how busyness keeps growing and the time continues to slip past us with a dizzying speed right?!

I’ve been trying to be as mindful as I can lately which means saying no to distractions, strictly living and breathing in the now/present and the only time of the day that actually allows me to do so is morning prayers when my very demanding toddler is asleep. So this morning while I was sitting all by myself in PEACE (notice how I write it in bold .. needless to explain why 🙂 I was just being there .. not doing anything .. not thinking about anything .. just be!

Don’t you crave stillness during the rush hours of the day when we are multi tasking from one task to another; when the self imposed deadlines rob us of our peace of mind; when the internal critic pressurises us by placing high expectations; when we are running to reach the finish line but the distance never seems to end..

So this morning after morning prayers, as I sat in my room enjoying the stillness of the moment; accompanying me there were a few faint streaks of silver on the carpet competing for my attention. Among the candidates was this one thin line that had finally been able to connect with me. I instantly drew the curtains and the silverish fluid impatiently flooded right through..

My best friend was right there smiling in my window frame.

I looked at the most wonderful silver light cupped inside the palm of my hands..resting there peacefully.

Palms ..that hold a world of distraction during the day, tolerate our mindless scrolling hour by hour and minute by minute ..

Mind ..that stays focused on nostalgia ..

Heart ..that beats to remind us of the *only* time we are in control of – and the *only* thing we are guaranteed is the *present moment* ..
Not future..not past. But this very moment.

We are all so conscious of the *next place* we are trying to reach, the *next goal* we are trying to achieve, the *next* vacation, the *next* year.. the *next* look, the *next* make over ..

This mindless WHATS NEXT has dimmed the magic of our current experiences, emotions, relationship and achievements.

Time is both limited and abundant.

One simple app that works for me personally & enables me to shut the door on ‘what-will-be or what-was-and-why-it-was-the-way-it-was is being *intentional*.


1- identify the areas in your life that require most commitment
2-identify and eliminate excuses and distractions that you’ve hired for nothing

From here on, you work your way to channelising your energy, focus and talents to things that are worth your time and attention and whisk away the unnecessary details that plague our daily routines with lethargy and demotivation.

There’s nothing bad about looking forward to the future as long as we live each moment because it is what our life is actually made of.

Do it now. Feel it now. Be it now. 💕

-Tiny Wings-


1:11 pm

Hello friends!

So this afternoon, I had piled-up chores that were meant to be done *outside* the comfort of my home and I emphasise the word *comfort* ‘coz for anyone fasting and running around can be very challenging. Thankfully the weather at my end is very cold so trotting my way across the market was a walk in the park (slight exaggeration intended). After finishing the intended to-dos, I still had almost one whole empty hour on my hands before I could collect my daughter from skool. After a brief fix, I decided to not go home ‘coz I was (somewhat) physically tired and hungry (beyond description) to drive myself home and then back to skool again! So here I am waiting while writing this post!

Apart from all the non-sensensicle, demented, dumb & stupid stuff that I’ve done so far, there’s however some lessons that I’ve learnt along the way and would like to share with you. I call it ‘my version of reality’ ‘coz it may or may not resonate with you. Well, with that being said, learning never ends, there’s always something new to to be learnt everyday.

And I hope you’d enjoy reading it as much as I am enjoying composing it … 🙂

-1- things we intrinsically enjoy slowly become part of our personality in a way that reflects through us.

-2- people say love and trust don’t exist without each other. I think at times we love people dearly without having to trust them. Mind and heart tend to disagree on matters that are more than one. Let this be it.

-3- those who are expert at fooling others are in fact the biggest fools for not being able to see it coming right back full throttle.

-4- the notion of ‘ unconditional love’ is misinterpreted. You can not go on loving someone who makes you feel like you don’t even exist. “I love you nomatter what the conditions” (in life etc) *versus* ” I love you nomatter what you do to me”.. there’s a stark difference.

-5- life is so precious to be wasted fretting about what others are doing. You have a life too! If not, get one. The roadmap for you has already been signed and sealed. The wisdom to figure *it* out, & even the ability to put it to use shall come from Him. Your part is asking & asking fervently. It’s all up to Him ..To reveal. To guide.
* = roadmap/reason of being.

-6- treasure those who understand your needs without you having to say a word. In today’s time and age, this is extremely rare.

-7- it’s hard but do your utmost best not to take pride in or expect something in return from someone you’ve extended a favour. Just know that it’s Allah’s way of using you for someone in need. You are actually doing a world of good to *your own self*.

– 8- if you fear something, as in losing someone you love; failing at something etc; don’t bring it to life by voicing those fears/feelings. Once spoken/discussed, it has a funny way of materialising beyond our headspace. I fear the idea of how fear operates. It’s some sort of metaphysical phenomenon perhaps.

-9- the biggest risk? Not taking any risk.

-10- when you try to listen/learn/try something in every way you could…you also (somehow) figure out the ways one *can not* understand that very thing. Not knowing is knowing of its own kind & it leads to more knowing .. hence it runs in loops and circles. The desire, the intention starts it all.

-11- if you keep complaining about life when in fact you are blessed, soon life will give you real. reasons. to complain about. Be grateful for what you have already.

– 12- at any given point in life, you will always be happier, prettier, richer, healthier, smarter, and what not than *many* people you don’t even know about. Don’t underestimate your blessing and yourself. Everyone is unique and that includes you too.

-13-  hardwork, good luck, an opportunity wisely taken, references or a combination of these will help you get there but *prayer* is the .real. game changer.

– 14- when someone puts you down intentionally, it is usually done to showcase their own smartness (usually at the expense of your self-respect)

-15- it’s only fair to believe in hearts being fragile but tough enough to sustain hurt, loss and pain.
Sounds good until someone makes you experience the later part.

-16-  one of the vital decisions we’ll make involves who we let in and out of our lives.

-17- if you wish to be happy, or want to start something new, wish to decide whether or not something should be done, ask as many people as you like but remember their journeys are different than yours. Your heart knows the answer.

-18- people are most beautiful when they are their real self.

-19- the fastest and surefire way to fail at anything in life is to believe that you are better than others and that you don’t need to improve.

-20-our thoughts are but approximations. You can’t always be right. You can’t always be wrong. Same goes for other people.

-21-too much planning and overthinking is a waste of time. It does more harm than good.

-22- at the end of the day, there’s *only you* by your side.

-23- it’s not *looking* that matters, it’s *seeing* what you are looking at, it’s not *listening* that matters but what you *hear*..
-24- want to earn people’s attention fast? Start agreeing on everything. Be honest and you stand alone.

-25-you lose in holding back.

-26-time is both abundant and limited. It’s pretty much how we use it.

-27-pain makes you grow profoundly close to God and your own self.

-28- nothing humbles you more than sickness and adversity. It’s when you know how powerless you are!
-29- happiness is only within.

-30- disappointments, parting and losses are essential for they teach you the reality of life; that is *impermanence*.

On this journey called life, we all have learned lessons that serve as tiny wings and carry us through.. those were my tiny wings…and the journey continues….🙏

… singing out now..

Love and peace. 💕

2:02 pm

-But that’s not my job!?-


Sometimes the most profound lessons are learned from our daily lives & in those minor details are hidden messages that make life work for us. I think it makes sense that the major choices such as career, marriage etc guide and direct the primary areas of our life but when it comes down to it, there are so many “little” choices that are no less important…

Let’s just say …

FROM what to wear, what to watch, who to look out for, how to comb your hair, which texts or calls to return, whether you gossip or not, how fast you drive and/or let someone into your lane, how much risk to take, when to smile and how much and how often, how to control anger, when to stop talking and start listening, how to react to people and situations, to forgive and never bring up the issue again, and what you let control you and your thinking, whether to wear your mask or be your self, what to think when you think and then …

TO This.. 👇🏻

“Leave everything- apartments, national parks, *people’s hearts* in better condition than you found them!”

Let that sink in for a moment…

I read it some time ago and it sparked a very nice feeling.
Reading something so simple yet full of wisdom is like looking for your cell fone everywhere by using the torch *of your own cell fone*!! btw this has happened to me once and I feel 1 part embarrassed and 4 parts extremely funny recalling the laughter of my husband and kids followed by my intellectual discovery .. I mean how dumb could one get??!

I just digressed .. anyhow the point that I’m trying to make here is that it takes nothing concrete and costly to make the world a better place.

Let me share how;

One. Tiny. Decision. At. A. Time.

I will give you a routine example that resonates deeply on all levels big and small.

You tell a child at skool/home to clean up the mess or pack away the toys etc and you are given the trade-mark reply that is;

“But I didn’t make this mess!” {exceptions excluded}

I know you could relate! 🙂

Every single moment allows us to add or block love, express or withhold praise, to ignore calmly or to react harshly, to stay or walk away.

And it includes picking up trash that’s not yours. Leaving the place a tiny bit better looking than how it was when you found it.

It simply feels good to restore damage, refurbish an apartment, recondition your mind, and repair a heart.

Nothing complicated .. it is just fulfilling.

Life will be insanely good, awfully bad, hectic, hilarious, delightful, demented, invigorating, soul sucking, etc. All of these are guaranteed on the docket. But we will always be given the choice to extract light from the darkness for yourself or to be that light for someone..

Remember when you entered the room and the atmosphere was grim, it was then up to you to say something nice and make people smile or just sit silently and be part of it. What part did you play?

It will always be up to you to cleanup your table after you have dined at a restaurant although it isn’t *your* job ‘coz obviously you’ve paid for the meal as well as for the service. You weren’t obliged but you did it anyway. Did it make any difference? Not a massive one but if we ask the waiter standing by the table, their answer might surprise us.

By engaging yourself in seemingly insignificant, apparently ‘no-point-doing-that’ kinda gestures and a multitude of things, we leave an impact on people’s hearts. And it is bound to come back in weirdest of ways and from most unexpected people only to reaffirm our faith in humanity.

It’s very easy to measure yourself against a bunch of people who *don’t do it either so why should I?* but relatively difficult to measure it against your own self and configuration. You never know whose deepest challenges you are responding to by knowingly or even unknowingly doing *whats not your job*.

Do it often. Do it generously.

– H a l l e l u j a h-


I have childhood memories of the late night praying routine towards the end of the holy month of Ramadan, especially the last three sacred nights. I may have been a teenager at the time but the memories from the distant past are crystal clear even to date. I have replayed those memories and flashbacks in my head every Ramadan for so many years …going to do the same now…

You know after fasting the whole day it is incredibly hard to stay up all night in prayer, it takes strength we don’t have and determination that easily wears off!! After about an hour or so, you are done!

it is *only* by the grace of God that one is  given the desire and the strength to actually withstand the difficulty of going through the day hungry and thirsty. There’s simply no other way one would be functioning without His help and mercy. And the idea that this kind of prayer was modelled by our beloved Prophet was what kept us going big time then and does the same as of now.

I distinctly remember the dimly lit area outside our bedrooms, a wall to wall carpeted square space having a wooden buffet sitting under the kitchen window adorned by many items; of which I lovingly recall an offwhite telephone set, which must be totally obsolete now! I remember how so instantly our velvety, deep-coloured prayer mats brightened up the rather dull looking brown carpet. I have no trouble recalling the sweet scent akin to that place, the upright long standing in prayer shoulder to shoulder, staring upon silence and reciting small prayers under our breath- floating peace that occasionally got interrupted by tiny barking sound of a lone dog. This and many other details are but a blink away from my mind’s eye…
A sheet of paper would be tucked under our prayer rugs. A neatly cut out square piece of paper that religiously collected our glances every 10 min. This sheet was undoubtedly the highlight of the night. So there were a few untiring attempts at things like;

1- that the table we drew on the paper was designed with 100 checkboxes.. not one more not one less! .Strictly. One. Hundred. Which were meant to be checked off one by one with each unit of prayer. So basically we’d challenge ourselves to read up 100 raka’ts/units of prayer in a few hours..

2- that the pen used for marking and ticking off was *the best* among its pencil box companions. As if the poor stationary too was going to engage in some sorta competition where it’s dexterity and swiftness was to be tested! *chuckle*

3- a half filled jug of water that we shared to keep hydrated in between our sometimes mutually-agreed and sometimes just-like-that prayer intervals. Mostly it would be predetermined as in every 30 minutes or after a certain number of boxes being checked off.

4- and my favourite was the invisible [unannounced & random] slots of mini breaks; chatting about stuff whilst seated on our prayer mats and the very visible patches of light that windowed through from the lamp in the kitchen onto the somber designs of our mats.

The first two hours of praying, the momentum stayed on track although internally we’d be struggling to stay alert! Strangely each time a brief exchange of concern to complete 100 nafls (prayer) would improve our motivation  dramatically as if the chat had served as chicken soup for the very tired body and soul. And immediately we would go back to our knees in awe and praise of the holy night …

It makes me smile to recall how after finishing every unit of prayer, when I sat down, I had the urge to pray for my academic success ..to secure top position/s and all that. How very simple and only-academic life used to be! I don’t remember praying for anything else but generally and genuinely for my family. And I’m grateful to God for keeping me obediently prompted to pray for their well being even to date.

Looking back into the light of my memory, I fondly recall that almost always we’d managed to tick off the last box that read 100. With our bodies sore to the core, hearts filled with relief & eyes soaked in sleep, we would then wait for sehree (early morning breakfast ritual for the next day/fast).

Recollection of those nights leads to some nugget of wisdom that I hope holds meaning and truth for you guys.

1- When we hold someone/something dear to us, we praise it. But mere verbal praise means nothing. As they say, ‘actions speak louder than words’. God requires us to actually *live our claim* of Love for Him through *actions*, it cannot be contained in our hearts alone. The most wonderful opening chapter of the holy Quran starts off with Praising God. Hence,  praise and acknowledgement being the theme of the whole prayer. And not just God but it applies to worldly relationships. Praise. Acknowledge. Sacrifice.

2- Praise involves sacrifice. Giving up something you love for someone you love. Giving up your ego. Giving up sleep to stay up nights. Giving up time to reach out and be there for someone in need. Giving up money for the sake of charity. Anything that costs us time, effort & energy is a sacrifice in and of itself. The amount of sacrifice we are ready to do is reciprocal to our love for that very entity.

3- Prayer is not limited to box-checked or a to-do list accomplished sort of a phenomenon. It is a process that requires consistency and intention. It is just like sowing a seed, watering and caring for it regularly and watching it grow, bear fruit & benefit not just oneself but those around us.

We may be thousands of miles apart geographically and belong to altogether different religions and cultures, the reasons and routines of prayer might not match, perhaps some of us pray by crying out loud or some of us pour our heart out only through a soft whisper emerging from the deepest core of our heart. Despite our differences and distances, we got this one thing in common. And it is ..the *language* & the *sound* of prayer. It is Universal. It is One.

However, wherever and whenever a prayer is made, it makes one feel grounded and anchored in the belief that God, Glorified and Exalted is He, is capable of answering it. Once we internalise this, rest assured we will be given what we want or something much much better than what we asked for and He will most likely give it to us in a way that we never would have imagined..

I wish we’d had given the ability to once in a while take a step back into our past and relive some days if not all of it….but that’s asking too much .. is it?!

*sending prayers…*

-The very hungry caterpillar-


There is something so comforting about tonight. The holy month of Ramadan has started.

This afternoon i caught sight of a caterpillar plugging on to a leaf. I bent over to look closely. For the first time, I realised that it’s pretty awkward looking you know. It’s kind of an extra-legged, fuzzy and somewhat funny creature. Tsk, Poor thing!! I kept staring at the body housing a tiny heart, lungs maybe, a set of nerves and brain (definitely maybe). I mean the rational side of my brain started pondering over its reason of being …when suddenly, out of nowhere, a butterfly fluttered by.. I looked at the extra-legged creature and then back at the perfect looking butterfly & it all started to make sense…

This furry creature is going to undergo metamorphosis and transcend into a lovely butterfly. Can you believe that? It is going to start off believing in its destiny, trying its utmost best using the inbuilt *god gifted* magic and come out the other end looking *nothing* like its previous self. Genius! All praise be to God.

But I think growing and changing in metamorphosis kind of way hurts big time. It’s going to skilfully knit its own cocoon, and what happens inside the cocoon it encapsulated it-self within?

-It sheds its body- -It painfully digests itself- and -disintegrates all its tissues till nothing of its body is left-….

What we see is a majestic butterfly but what we don’t ..is the gruesome process it takes for the fuzzy larva to become what seems totally unimaginable!

My eyes see a flawless butterfly proudly wearing colors on her wings but my heart weeps for the caterpillar that got morphed into pain in *becoming* what it wasn’t. But that’s how it is. There is comfort in knowing that it has become what it was destined to become. The pain and the cost was so worth it.

Aren’t we like caterpillars? Some stuffing leaves only getting started..some shedding skin bearing and wearing scars, some getting dissolved, some growing into a butterfly already and some been through it all!

The distance between *what was* and *what will be* is paved with struggle and suffering but the end of the tunnel is glowing. And what’s emerging from the other side is a smiling butterfly not a mourning caterpillar.

-what doesn’t kill you-


If I could assign a name or a word for each day, I would pick ‘grumpy’, ‘grouchy’ or ‘disgruntled’ for yesterday. One of those days when you feel so bogged down ..you don’t even feel like smiling. My words aren’t going to sound jovial either. Sorry. I have been functioning solely on my will power lately which I extract from deep within but looks like that too is running short in supply so am barely going to power through .. and whoever thinks winter in Melb is beautiful has probably never had a crushing attack of hay fever when you sneeze every 2 minutes and not to mention the onslaught of pressure building behind your forehead makes you want to dig a deep nest in your couch.. a nest so so deep that swallows you whole and you’d simply not come out of it. But the dilemma is that you have to *get up* and make tea and take medicine for that matter *or* you’d just sit there simmer in every conceivable shade of blue!

Technically, the off and on bouts of severe flu (it’s a package deal with free sore throat, highs and lows of fever) has become an annual crisis for me. But I can already predict this season is worse than the last. Don’t you think that sickness, be it any kind is harsh in nature. It’s a blessing but *in disguise*. Why do I say so?!

1- it highlights one’s inability to do things other can easily do while you struggle .. stingy but true!

Let me explain. You see if you really probe deeper into your mind and god forbid the sickness is some serious kind, you know it’s not going away. You’ll automatically concede yourself lacking in the ability to think big, your confidence so beaten up you would compare yourself with others. It is natural and only human to do so. And I think it’s okay to see special things others have *but* not allowing yourself to work on yours to make them bigger and real is the problem.

And why is it a blessing in disguise?

1- it’s generally not health, but the opposite of it that makes you connect with God more so ‘coz you feel powerless and God is the ONLY source of power.
You need it. He has it all.

So what can you do?

Look beyond the immediate. You don’t have shoes? Probably someone out there doesn’t even have feet. The restaurant you dined at last night secured the worse review from you while someone out there went hungry two days in a row. There will always be someone who would merely manage to glisten while you’d be shining so brightly..

The incredible thing about this world and the people in it? You can always learn from them.

We all have missing pieces, incomplete agendas, shortcomings, half heartedness lurking inside our chests *but* we have talents, strengths, abilities, blessings and will power that compliment our weaknesses.

It’s *both* our strengths and our shortcomings we need to work on. And that’s exactly what God wants of us. That’s it. That’s really it.

May God give us the grace and wisdom to expand our soul instead of smothering it.



“Darling! Please chew your food with your mouth closed!”..

This happens to be a *daily* reminder for my 8 yo. Yes exactly my 8 yo! You must be expecting that a toddler needs to be told to eat without making funny noises isn’t it..? 🤷‍♀️ well she’s special in her own way..she’s a walking talking ticking time bomb!! And as much as I despise the sound effects at the table; I equally adore her instant blurting out of a couple of Sorry’s and I love you – (not always in the same order though)
She knows how to distract me really. We both work collaboratively; I never forget to remind her of table manners and she never forgets her -I love yous-

Long time ago I used to wonder ..how often is too often? But not anymore.

You see there is no shortage of the ways we tell and remind and re tell our family of certain things. We find ourselves repeating things over and over and this never tires us out. But what happens when it comes to saying the magic words like I love you or even I’m sorry? wouldn’t you agree that majority of us save up this three letter word for a perfect meltdown moment? i used to muddle through these questions in my head and I think it kinda dates back to when I was a kid. I’d grown up believing that saying ‘I love you’ all too often makes it lose its flavour n value. So the less you say it, the more meaningful it becomes. It made sense big time back then.

My heart and I had always been spiteful enemies on matters like these. I never thought too highly of this weird, fuzzy, irrational box of muffled noises! Why do I have to listen to it’s endless rants guiltily and attempt to negotiate with it when it acts no more than an irrational toddler…? I always thought.

But funny how even my brain was always titling on the verge and I..? I was a coward all along snapping harshly every time my heart spoke like this:

“Listen! when I hear a simple I love you; I hold it in my hands .. I look at it gleefully and I beat a little harder, a tiny bit better and a little happier- i need this tranquilliser daily.
But when I go without it, I bang around loudly and you leave me alone like a sloppy mess all on my own!”

I’ve spent a good part of my life figuring out the obvious but all along the answer was held cupped in my hands. I had been so oblivious. So blind. All those years I realised little as to how deeply I’d anticipated to prove my own self wrong. Until one day it dawned on me when God planted this person in my life I was meant to spend the rest of my life with. [Just] Saying I love you is something different than actually living and experiencing it. However, after hearing it enough times from my significant other had ended my quest to the ever looming question – how much is too much?!

The answer is very simple: There ain’t no *too much* & there ain’t no *too often*. It is insatiable.

Love is the sole reason and purpose of our existence. God tells us time and again that He loves us. Money, fame, triumphs and material gains of all sorts and kinds don’t even come close to one simple i love you. The world out there is stingy, it leaves countless tiny dents on our being that are only repaired with an I love you. It is such a precious gift that nurtures our soul.

Love exists in the glint of someone’s eyes when they look at you and for that moment their heart temporarily resides in their eyes. It sometimes peeps through the rosy pink hint in someone’s cheeks. Deliberate teasing. Random hugs. Sweet nothingness. Salty tears. Love is here in each of these and love is right there when your loved ones are around!
It’s in the cluching of your beloved possessions close to your heart. It lurks in the desire to press pause on life because the moments are too precious to let go.

My heart and I are best friends now & its swaying in blissful tranquility. Never does it have to go without its I-love-yous anymore.
Not. One. Single. Day.