Ratsss

Its funny how some people enter your life at a point in time and then just disappear without so much as revealing why they left in the first place. And then you wonder what they hell you did for them to saunter out of life..without even looking back.

Is it because you’ve changed? Or is it because they have changed? Is it because they dont want to be friends anymore? You’re just left to wonder ,until you too forget they were ever in your life buried with unwanted junk in some part of your brain. Until one day you bump into someone vaguely familiar somewhere….

People are like clothes in a way . You like the new ones more and tend to wear the old ones less. Clothes worn are according to the season, some are fashionable and you love they way they make you look, some you deem you would never wear cause they make you look fat.

I guess you associate yourself with the people you want to associate yourself with. The ones you deem important at the moment. Goals nowadays or where you get to in life are more important than enduring and lasting relationships. Everyone wants to be ahead of the game. Win the rat race. Get the big car. Get the house by the beach. I’am so tired of all this shit. Makes me want to go somewhere far and just rear goats and cows. Maybe they wouldnt care so much about racing with rats!

On Marriages, Weddings and whatever else is happening in my small world.

Suhaila Mohamed Said - Adek-Sue bestie who is now expecting twins ;-) congratulations XOXO

Fatimah Zahra - Iema on her big day and showing off the ring!

My sister Ili Kamila Mokhtar and Husband Mustaqim

Actually this post is two months late, but what else is new..;-) I attended a myriad of weddings between the months of August and September. One of them being my own sisters wedding.

It was a beautiful wedding if I do say so myself.

My Mama has got to be the most talented wedding planner ever

We had a month to plan everything from the wedding favors to the venue to the little details. I'am proud to say that all the wedding favors were handmade and I made them myself, courtesy of all the years spent in highschool doodling on my exercise books. Although mama drove me a little nuts calling me every hour to ask if I'll be home to finish the job ( I did) yay for me... I was so proud to see Emil enjoy her a big day and me getting compliments for the lovely wedding favors hehe.

There have been comments made in blogs about the age my sister choose to get hitched, well I say the age chooses you. Contrary to popular belief.. and corny as it sounds I do think that fate plays a very big part in this jodoh business, Ask iema I'am sure she'll agree with me!

A few close friends also recently got hitched and some knocked up also to keep me company I guess - So this entry is for you. A big hug and congratulations to Emil & Muse, Adek-Sue and Haikal, Neryn and Zul, Iema and Boy.

A few wise words from one of my favourite poets Kahlil GIbran.

On Marriage,

Love one another, but make not a bond of love:

Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.

Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf

Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,

Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together yet not too near together:

For the pillars of the temple stand apart,And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

May happiness and joy be part of you marriage always!

Love,

Ynna

Hardly doormat material .

Before I start - let me clear some things first. I'am not angry. Just mostly mildly annoyed.


People are of course given to misconceptions. I've dealt with it through school, college and now at work. Its just sometimes I wished that people would stop associating the hijab with being Malay or rural or backward or oppressive.

And it is not something that is forced upon you but a choice. The hijab is something that is practiced by people of the Muslim faith and not just Malays. And if you wear it does not make you deaf or restrict airflow to your brains. So you're allowed to be smart and to express your opinion, and no it does not cekik (strangle) you either!

Mama told me of a conversation she had with my sister who is currently studying in Wales. She told me of the questions my sister gets from her classmates who are curious about the veil that covers her head. Questions most often asked are “ What’s that on your head?” “Why do you wear it”? ‘Is it religious or custom?” these questions can be interpreted in many ways.., but shows how the younger generation halfway across the world can sometimes be oblivious to Muslim beliefs and culture.

The scary thing is because of this, they might believe certain things that are really not true about my beliefs and my religion.People are usually scared of things that they are not used to, things that are different. I can't really put into words to describe the enormity of the situation.

Sometimes even the best of us stumble to describe something so large, that has been discussed in various forms, by highly religious scholars, by university professors.
( this is an article I found on the internet, as I hope for better things, for a better view of my beautiful religion and I think it best describes what I’am trying to convey)

Amid the current political turmoil in Pakistan, I came across this moving image in the Chicago Tribune today of a vigil by lawyers in the country’s capital Islamabad. I am reminded of the cliché that a picture speaks a thousand words. If the image of a Muslim woman in Hijab brings to mind female illiteracy and oppression, then this photo, buried on page 26 of the paper, speaks volumes.

For starters, the woman in Hijab is, at least according to the caption, a lawyer. Not only is she literate, she is a highly educated professional.

Second, she is not accepting the imposition of martial law on her country and is expressing her protest by courageously attending a vigil opposing this at a time when thousands have been arrested across the country. Hardly doormat material.

This activist in Hijab is the kind of Muslim woman we in North America hardly ever read about or see in newspapers and other forms of media. Perhaps because she flies in the face of everything that is considered “typical” of Islam and Muslims?