I’ve gotten some responses to my previous post that makes me think that I should further elaborate on what I mean by ” I wish I had a cool hijabi friend.”

I do have friends that are Muslims, I live in Indianapolis and am a part ,some what, of a nice size community. I even have a couple close cool hijabi friends but they are not living in my state. They actually live quite far away. Cool meaning just you know, fun to talk with, laugh with, but also have deep conversations with and so on.

I would like to be able to become good friends with a sister around my age, living in my state, maybe even attending my University with simular life goals and ambitions. I would love for her to be married to a nice and ‘Sufi Minded’ guy who gets along so well with my huband and has at least one child around the same age as my daughter.

I would love for us to have some of the same interests and be able to grow in Islam and talk about what is most important on a mature and ‘Sufi minded’ level. You know a female to be a female with.

Most of all, I would love for her to be a hijabi like me, because I think that would make our ability to do as we are doing stronger… I know the reason I am covering, and I know that no matter how many friends that I have who does not do so will not make me want to take my hijab off. But I also know that when you see people around you doing what you know is good and right, it makes you want to do it too. It maybe even gives you deeper meaning as to why you are doing it in the first place.

Anyway, I wish I could talk with my current friends and be able to feel like ‘wow, that was a deep conversation.’ Or subhanna’Allah I feel so much better about being a mother and trying to be a good Muslima.

I would love to go out to the movies with a sister who doesn’t dress as if she is not Muslim… and wears hijab… like me. I don’t know, sounds elementary, but friends are cool, and I have good ones that I’ve known for years. And you all know I love you. But I’d like to surround myself with people… sisters, who are yearning for more… and maybe that yearning would rub off on me, and my yearning on them… I’d like to be able to look at my friend and see something of myself, or something I want to be… As far as piety and struggling goes you know…

I don’t know, I just wish I had a cool hijabi friend.

Bismillah

I wish I had a cool Hijabi friend…

I love these things… here are a few more!!!!!!!! lol

Description of the Goods:

Nasrudin lost a beautiful and costly turban.
‘Are you not despondent, Mulla?’ someone asked him.
‘No, I am confident. You see, I have offered a reward of half a silver piece.’
‘But the finder will surely never part with the turban, worth a hundred times as much, for such a reward.’
‘I have already thought of that. I have announced that it was a dirty old turban, quite different from the real one.’

Oh my that was soooo funny to me!! here is another

The Question Contains its Answer:

‘Tell me the truth.’ said Tamerlane to Nasrudin, as they sat in the steam-room of a Turkish bath.

‘I always do, Majesty,’ said the Mulla.
‘What am I worth?’
‘Five gold pieces.’
The king looked annoyed. ‘This belt which secures my bathing-trunks is worth just that.’
‘You are without value,’ said the Mullah, ‘and when you talk about “worth” I am forced to answer in terms of the question. If you are talking about money, I give you the exterior value-that of the belt. If you are talking about inner worth, it cannot be answered in words.’

AWWWWW such wisdom!!

The Burden of Guilt:

Mullah Nasrudin and his wife came home one day to find the house burgled. Everything portable had been taken away. ‘It is all your fault’, said his wife, ‘for you should have made sure that the house was locked before we left.’
The neighbors took up the chant:
‘You did not lock the windows,’ said one.
‘Why did you not expect this?’ said another.
‘The locks were faulty and you did not replace them,’ said a third.
‘Just a moment.’ said Nasrudin, ‘- surely I am not the only one to blame?’
‘And who should we blame?’ they shouted.
‘What about the thieves?’ said the Mulla.

Assumptions:

‘What is the meaning of fate, Mulla?’
‘Assumptions.’
‘In what way?’
‘You assume things are going to go well, and they don’t- that you call bad luck. You assume things are going to go badly and they don’t- that you call good luck. You assume that certain things are going to happen or not happen- and you so lack intuition that you don’t know what is going to happen. You assume that the future is unknown.
‘When you are caught out- you call that Fate.’

You know, I’ve been pregnant before. Two years ago or more, but my goodness, I can not remember being as hungry!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well Allah has blessed us with a new baby on the way!!!!!!!!!!!! If you’ve read my previous posts when Zahra turned two that I wasn’t ready for another you might be thinking I’m a little disappointed. But on the contrary, I am so ready for another now. A couple things I wanted before my next baby:

1. I wanted Zahra to be potty trained before baby number two was born.
2. I wanted her to be at least three when the baby is born and going to preschool
3. I wanted to be finished with or almost finished with school at the time with the baby’s birth.

Well Insha’Allah all of these three will be fullfiled by the birth of our next child. Insha’Allah it will be another girl, my husband wants a boy of course. I’ll be happy with either. I would very much like for Zahra to have a little sister though, but what ever Allah provides is enough for me.

Not exactly sure about how far along I am. But I’m thinking about 5 weeks. And I’m hungrier than ever!!!!!!!!!

A miracle has begun… It is time.