“I shall rise and shine” — September 16, 2018

“I shall rise and shine”

Don’t worry about the random bold words. They aren’t for you.😛

Woke up to the sound of birds praising their Lord.

Woke up to the sunlight exploding from the white blinds.

Woke up to the smell of chai and toast.

Woke up to the giggles of my little brother.

Woke up with a quality that needs to be erased.

Woke up to the thought of December, APS attack.

Woke up with the thought that it’s my duty to spread the tiny bit of positivity I grow and loose.

We need to remember to smile. To feel the peace in nature. To remember we’re still alive. To remember that Allah gave us another chance to be closer to Him. To correct our previous mistakes. To be more appreciative and grateful. To not worry about how cliché this post might seem. 😂 Because what matters most is writing. Sigh.💔 I just hope I never stop writing, because the thoughts in my head can be lethal. Writing is important. What comes after it is secondary, you can keep it forever. You can burn it, like it never existed. Or you can share it, if you want. What matters most is letting the thoughts seep out of your being into the blank paper that yearns to be inked. ( In my case, inked by Inky lol, I’m so lame. Khair.)

Alhamdulillah.
Alhamdulillah ala kulle haal.

7:22 bus ride to Uni.☀

 INKY❄

 

 

Day 25 Cables — October 25, 2017

Day 25 Cables

Haha I’m still here.😂

Why do we bound creativity?

To places, times, tools, mood, environment. To encouragement, motivation, inspiration. To thoughts, ideas and appearances.

Creativity is to create and when you have the fire in you to do it nothing else matters. Your way of expressing creativity can be by anything like perhaps painting, writing, cooking, designing, teaching, photography.ANYTHING.

I think sometimes I’m good at creative writing. When I get an idea or thought in my head that I think about it and just try to save it somewhere. But when I have words flowing through my head there is no way you can stop me from writing start  to finish.Last year as we were learing about Cables and electricity I ended up writing the following. 🙂

https://accidentallyinked.wordpress.com/2016/08/27/make-no-mistake/

Don’t let anything to stop you from unleashing your creativity. (But also pay attention in class. Haha)

 

INKY

Memories-Chapter 3 — September 14, 2017

Memories-Chapter 3

You can also read MEMORIES INTRO and Chapter 1. Chapter 2.

dividerOnce upon a time….umm half a decade ago? During holidays my mother insisted that I get up from bed because I had slept enough.There was no use of protest because she wouldn’t give up and make sure that I’m out of bed. So I thought she wants me off this bed and I did that.And still half asleep walked silently into her empty bedroom and fell asleep there.As I fell asleep my thoughts awakened and  were running wild and I was assembling words in my dream after I had made up two sentenced that made a little sense, I couldn’t stop.Thus, a poem was born in my head.

However, the only problem now was to remember the poem.We all know that there are tonnes of dreams that we forget as soon as we get up. I didn’t wish to forget this.The sound of  my mother calling me distracted me from my thoughts and concentration of trying to save the poem in my mind.Finally, I got up and with my eyes half closed went to my bedroom and without doing a thing grabbed a piece of paper and clumsily searched for a pencil and jot down every word I could remember.Some may think that was a clever thing to do nonetheless no one knows how horrible my handwriting was plus, the amount of time it took for me to actually decode the text later one.Anyway, here it is.I won’t explain it I’ll let you wonder.

P.S it was a gift for my parents.They were proud of it. 🙂 (Obviously it’s kiddish but it is also raw.My sister actually suggested that I share a picture, but I don’t want your eyes to get a heart attack by looking at my handwriting. You’ve welcome. 😛 )

As told by the rose

Don’t let the thorns fool you
I am a fragile bud

Just give me some time to settle in
and have some fun

Surely after all this
I’m sure a day will come

I will be all grown up
with petals like pink bubble gum

Though my thorns will be pointy
they won’t matter much

Ad by seeing the petals
they won’t be remembered much

I’m sure a day will come
when all this won’t be the same

My thorns won’t be stiff and strong
my petals won’t to look the same

Also that I’ll look wrinkled and dry
and my petals begin to fall

don’t worry about me because
that is what’s going to happen to all

even though they might be better than
or they may not be good at all

This ‘is’ what will happen to all

l just leave me and let me fade away
and don’t worry about me at all

But before all this I want you to know

I want to ask for forgiveness from you
for doing wrong to you all

Because you are the best parents anyone
could ever wish hope to wish for (at all)

*Be sure to remember me in your prayer
And In sha Allah! we’ll meet in heaven
where all those who ask for forgiveness before they die are.*

INKY

Longer — May 15, 2017

Longer

The longer I stay awake, the more I walk,
The more I walk, the more my legs ache!

Desperately begging for me to stop,
But my racing thoughts won’t allow it.

Until I shut my eyes tight,
And enter the world of dreams.

Where midnight madness ends,
But nightmares begin to scream.

The Uniquely Me Tag — May 10, 2017

The Uniquely Me Tag

Hey guys!
So Tehreem nominated me for this. 😀 I thought I should do it before I forget. XD
Here goes first the RULES:
1. Thank the person that nominated you for this tag and link to their blog.
2. Write as many things that are unique to you as possible.
3. Nominate up to 10 bloggers or as many as you like.
4. You can take this tag as seriously or non-seriously as you like.

I know I have probably done a few posts like this. So I have no idea how ‘unique’ this post will be. 😛

1- When I was small I wanted to marry a rich prince so there were chances of me hopping on to a spaceship and going to the see the moon! XD
2- I can not drink coffee.
3-I am definitely supposed to be studying right now. Or wait I deserve a break but not this long. 😛
4-I have sooo many books to read. The list keeps expanding.Just waiting for SUMMER! 😀
5-I took a nice butterfly picture and it turned out nicely.I will definitely call it an achievement no matter what anyone thinks.

6- I still haven’t put up an ABOUT ME page. XD
7-I have always liked plants and flowers.But I felt scared what if I can’t take care of them. Back in maybe November I think…a lovely friend of mine had given me a plant with lovely flowers.  ❤ ❤ I took care of it till today and it really taught me about life.I know it sounds weird that a plant taught me something, but it really did. 😦 Sadly, now I feel it is going to die.Please pray for my plant! Plus a friend of mine gave me a huge flower bouquet Alhamdulillah those flowers are doing great. 😀  ❤
8-I have felt best when I managed to bring my day dreams to reality.
9- While people would be busy taking selfies, I’d rather take a picture of the sky. ❤
10-I believe that sometimes we get things we don’t deserve.I mean that in a both good and bad way. 🙂

My nominations:
Anyone who is reading this right now.Haha!

INKY

 

Memories-Chapter 1 — April 29, 2017

Memories-Chapter 1

Read the INTRO here.

Ahh guys so sorry this so late.I told a few people that I will upload this soon or Saturday…but yeah didn’t exactly specify which Saturday.Haha. XD Life is like squeezing every ounce of energy out of me.
Thank you so much everyone for your words of encouragement. They mean lot!
Anyway here it is, I hope you like. 🙂 Let me know what you think of this.

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Since as long as I can remember, I have always loved stories. Stories made my eyes sparkle with joy. They made me believe in what others may not believe in or help me to imagine more, as well as to ignite curiosity. A friend of my father had told me a story of how a little girl in the village (I really forgot the name) had been taught by her parents to always pray two Rakahs to Allah for anything she needed/wanted. That little girl obeyed. Whenever she would pray she would mostly ask for candy. And her parents knew about it and therefore while she was busy, they would quickly put some candy under her prayer mat or behind her without her noticing.

However, one day she wanted candy in the middle of the night. She did what she had always done. She stood on the prayer mat and behind her were stood nervous parents who didn’t have any candy left in the house. Unfortunately, they couldn’t go out to the shops and buy since all of the shops were closed at this hour of the night. They anxiously waited for what will happen after she had finished praying. That is when a miracle occurred. As soon as the little girl finished praying and picked up the prayer mat she smiled from ear to ear because she saw that Allah had (as always) given her what she asked for. Lots of candy! Her parents were overjoyed to see her so happy and filled with satisfaction. This story influenced me to a great extent. The little eight-year-old me was eager to try this myself, I also convinced my four-year-old sister to join me.

 The two of us put our prayer mats and prayed to get not candy, but a whole meal. We prayed to Allah to give us roasted chicken (or was it chicken Mandi?). I specifically remember we had turned of the lights of the room (thought it was evening time) and stood in front of the window. We waited impatiently as we watched busy people and zooming cars from the window. Our plan was to keep looking outside so that when Allah sends down some angels, the angels don’t shy away. In other words, we wanted to see the Angels with full meal that they would put under our prayer mats. When we couldn’t wait any longer or felt hopeless we would sneak a look behind us. What confirmed, that the angels had not arrived was that our prayer mats didn’t look swollen. Yes, logic.

The funny truth is that our parents had no clue about this and couldn’t possibly come and put the roasted chicken. We checked under the mat and waited for a long time. Alas, no sign or smell of roasted chicken. The only thing left to do was fold back the prayer mat and put it in its right place. However, when we were doing it, the doorbell rang and we rushed to the door. There we saw our lovely father with his hands full. He held two huge small bags which he had brought from the restaurant. It was exactly what we prayed for, roasted chicken (or chicken Mandi).

We were extremely happy that our prayers were answered. Even though they were answered in an unexpected way. Our mission was accomplished and we felt proud of our little magical achievement. This whole incident was inspired by the girl who wanted to candy. She taught my sister and I that asking Allah sincerely will result in happiness. Furthermore, our experience taught us that your prayers can be answered in a way that may be unpredictable. Nonetheless, we must hold on to hope and have faith that our prayers will sooner or later be answered.

It has been almost a decade since this incident yet I never forget. I can’t ever forget the feeling or the scenes of how we got what we wanted. Of how Allah SWT does know what is in every heart. Plus, how we might assume different ways of achieving something but ultimately what has to reach us will in the way that Allah pleases.

When I think about it now, I tell myself I have known how to get what I wanted. Yet, someday I do not get what I want. Why is that? Is is that my heart isn’t as innocent and faithful as when I was young? Am I distracted and begin to believe more in resources on earth than from above? Or maybe it is just that not all our prayers are answered immediately. Some may never we be answered on earth. BUT for them we will be rewarded for in Paradise (Jannah).

Do you think this story was influential? Do you remember prayers that were answered in an unusual way?

-INKY

Memories-Intro — April 3, 2017

Memories-Intro

Many of us consider our lives to be a story. All what we truly wish is a happy ending. Correct? According to me it wouldn’t be wrong to say that like all stories, our life is also based on chapters. Chapters of many kinds, like the stories we read. There are always chapters which are unforgettable. They may be filled with joy and laughter or tears and misery. Some ordinary and some out of the blue. There might even be some which are a bit blurry yet very clear. The bits of memories, of vivid images or hazy scenes, and traces of emotions, along with the bridge of time make our lives worthy to be called a story. A chapter story in which we cling on to some lessons learned, as we cross the bridge and move forward. Some chapters, teach us valuable lessons and others teach nothing at all. Perhaps.

This is an attempt to start a series called ‘Memories.’Please give me your honest feedback via comments down below or through email.It will help me improve! 😀 Stay tuned! 😉

Edit: Read Chapter 1 

Inky

Homo sapien means wise man, but are we? — February 11, 2017

Homo sapien means wise man, but are we?

Us ‘Home sapiens‘ are worse than vampires or werewolves. Since we shamelessly devour the flesh of our dead brother.

In this post eating the flesh of our dead brother is referring to backbiting aka Gheeba.

Allah says (interpretation of the meaning):

“neither backbite one another. Would one of you like to eat the flesh of his dead brother? You would hate it (so hate backbiting). And fear Allah. Verily, Allah is the One Who forgives and accepts repentance, Most Merciful” [49:12]

This is just a reminder for you and I to control our tongue. It is a powerful organ. You will be questioned for every word you utter. Like for every good words you say you will be rewarded. Just the same you will be punished for when you speak ill of others.

About Jihad — November 25, 2016

About Jihad

The following post was written by a very good friend of mine.I thought I should share it here and well anywhere I can.The purpose of this post is to educate.

Okay so I’ve been trying to not go off on this rant for a couple days now but given a lot of posts I’ve seen on here and on other social media, I find the need to correct and educate the lot of folk who have been misusing the word ‘jihad’ and considering all the terrorism happening a form of jihad.

The meaning of the word ‘jihad’ means ‘struggle’ but it is important to note that it doesn’t refer to just any struggle, rather it refers to the ‘struggle for the cause of Allah (God)’. Now, mass killings, suicide bombings, and terrorism are NOT a ‘struggle for the cause of Allah’.

Let me just quote this verse from the Quran real quick to backup my point:
“For that cause we decreed for the Children of Israel that whosoever killeth a human being for other than manslaughter(murder) or corruption in the earth, it shall be as if he had killed all mankind, and whoso saveth the life of one, it shall be as if he had saved the life of all mankind. Our messengers came unto them of old(beliefs) with clear proofs (of Allah’s Sovereignty), but afterwards lo! many of them became prodigals in the earth.” (5:32).

In case anyone didn’t get that, killing is forbidden, unless it’s as a punishment for murder, etc.

And also, the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said:
“A believer continues to guard his Faith  so long as he does not shed blood unjustly.” (Source: Bukhari/ Riyad-us-Saliheen)

Terrorism, in fact, is completely the opposite of Jihad. Any act of violence that instills fear in the minds of innocent people is an act of terror, particularly because this fear is not a fear against anything wrong, like corruption or theft. Instead, it is a fear of the powerful who wish to become more so.

Those who terrorize people claiming that they are the followers of Islam have forgotten that “Islam” means “peace,” and that the Holy Quran teaches tolerance towards other faiths and guides (or also lack there of such as with atheists):
“To you be your religion, to me be mine.”

As described by the Quran and teachings of the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh), “jihad” has many meanings. It can refer to internal as well as external efforts to be a good Muslim or believer, as the Prophet (pbuh) said:
“The greatest Jihad is to battle your own soul, to fight the evil within yourself.”

If military jihad is required to protect the faith against others, it can be performed using anything from legal, diplomatic and economic to political means. If there is no peaceful alternative, Islam also allows the use of force, but there are strict rules of engagement.
In those rules, the killing of women, children, the old and the weak is expressly forbidden. Even destruction of a standing crop or a tree is not allowed, as Abu Bakr al-Siddiq, the first Caliph, told Islamic armies:
“I instruct you in ten matters: Do not kill women, children, the old, or the infirm; do not cut down fruit-bearing trees; do not destroy any town . . . ”
(Source: Imam Malik’s compilation of the Hadith “Kitab al-Jihad.”)

My point is, ISIS does not represent Islam and terrorism, all this death, is not a form of jihad.

(References: http://qz.com/316516/jihad-is-not-terrorism-terrorism-is-not-jihad/)