Friday, September 22, 2006

Bismillahi ArRahman, ArRaheem The camel complained to Muhammad. Allahu Akbar, How perfect my Lord is, Al-Atheem du’aa has brought us to decisions when caught at crossroads. It wasn’t easy choosing the higher path, but we did. And now I choose to cross the road at green, not between angry drivers. Sami’Allahu liman hamidah Allah has heard those who praised and thanked Him I came home today on the bus and a man offered me his seat and smiled. I smiled at my neighbour and held the elevator door open for her. And she smiled, too- a charity easily afforded. Allahu Akbar How Perfect my Lord is, The Most High I took my mother’s hand while we waited for news – good or bad, it didn’t matter because Al-Wadud was there with us. And washing the dishes, even with essays to write doesn’t seem like such a daunting task anymore. Allahu Akbar My Lord, forgive me my sins. We pull up our garments on snowy days for fear of salt-stains, so I will, too, hold close my garments on this thorny path for fear of a pain that is forever, and for the hope of a joy that never ends. Allahu Akbar, Lessen the camel’s load.


'liya said...

Ramadan mubarak Asmaa :)

Anonymous said...

I love the banner at the top of your blog... it's so off-the-wall... just like you. :)

Ramadan Mubaarak. :)

Squeeky said...

Assalaamu Alaikum :)

Stay away from the food!
Ramadan Mubarak!! Insha'Allah we will all make the most of it.

Maliha said...

Ramadhan Mubarak ya Asmaa:) for the 30 days of kindness we set up a blog here:

feel free to contribute, comment, share ideas/gifts, or reflections...(you and your conscripted warriors:) :)

Take care of you and happy blessed Ramadhan and a bunch of dates for you:)

Anonymous said...

Assalamu alaikum Asmaa,

Sorry I didn't visit you today...

I shall tell you the story of my first experience on a camel:
So, as we were approaching the pyramids, climbing the sandy hills, I could hear my camel panting. I asked our tour guide if we could stop because I thought my camel could use some rest. He smirked and told me not to worry, so we continued on. Subhanallah it was beautiful, the sun was setting, maghrib time was fast approaching. I wondered, so is this how they travelled in the past? We were closer to the pyramids now and all I could think about was the torment of the "king" in his grave... such a massive monument for such a pathetic creature (that's a story for another time:). Anyhow, so back to my camel... I could hear him panting again as we were ascending and descending up and down the hills. By this point, I felt really bad. "Lets stop for a bit" I said to the tour guide, "I think he could really use some rest, poor thing he's panting." Our tour guide laughed and said that I was getting worried for no reason. Then he went on to explain how camels were meant to travel long distances for days at a time. He also added that my camel was probably really happy today because he could only feel the weight of a feather on his back... Subhanallah... Sukain laughed as well.
What was the point of me telling you that story? I'm not too sure anymore, but there was a lesson in it for me... khair, Ramadan Kareem! fr:)

Anonymous said...


I think the point was that you're actually a lot heavier than you think you are; and then the camel found that out the hard way.

Farzeen said...


I really enjoyed that piece..masha'Allah.. it's beautiful. I especially like:
so I will, too, hold close my garments
on this thorny path for fear of a pain that is forever,
and for the hope of a joy that never ends.

SubhanAllah..that's next level.