A Glass of Perspective.

I woke up this morning for sahoor and found a note on the table saying “last glasses of water!” in purple bold felt. There were 3 classes of melted ice that my sister was so kind to leave out overnight so that the rest of the family could drink before the Ramadan sun rose on the 17th day of the monthly fast.

I sat down at the dinner table and could not help but think how much perspective Allah has given me. As I take slow sips of water from my glass, which is already half empty, I begin to think about the children in Palestine. I think about how they too must only have one glass of water to quench their thirst before they partake in a 16 hour fast.

Prophet Muhammad said: “Whoever Allah wants good for him, he puts them to the test. He puts them through difficulties; like a diamond or gold that has to be burnt after which anything bad from it is removed so that what you have is pure diamond or pure gold..” (Bukhari, Muslim)

This is the beauty and wisdom of my religion. There is a lesson in every glass of water, empty or full. Once we are able to recognize the signs, we then can reflect purposefully and truly submit.

My stomach begins to churn and I start to feel a sense of strength come from its pits. My heart feels stronger. I am grateful. This will be the challenge of my day but I can survive it. رمضان مبارك

Vigilante

I think uncertainty sparks persuit. My mind is jumping from one thought to another, and as I watch Arrow on Netflix, I begin to think about spinning webs of lies. Then, I think about fighting personal psychological patterns and temptations. Then, I remembered what my dad said the other day, “people are most happy when they can be themselves”.

What a simple practice in theory (to be yourself) yet an extremely difficult mantra to stir into discipline, especially when we live in such a judgemental and superficial world (well most of the time anyway).

I write this from the edge of my sister’s bed at 3.05 AM. It’s Ramadan. My thoughts should be lost in ancient poetry and scriptures but my mind wanders off to the realms of uncertainty.

I follow my gut. My female instincts and intuitions. I will live to risk everything. I am never afraid of the unknown, in fact I run towards it with caution.

Like the two suns rising in the horizon making an unexpected decent towards the water in which a tidal wave forms and all becomes just an abrupt ending to a dream. Dwell.

We were in Marrakesh, Morocco a little past dinner time I pointed out to my dad the stark contrast between the hustle and bustle of the Jamaa El-Fna market place and the calmness of the Magrheb sky. He told me to capture the moment exactly as I saw it, so I did. I sat there for 30 minutes for the right moment to capture that moment, and my dad waited. This was my best shot.

We were in Marrakesh, Morocco a little past dinner time I pointed out to my dad the stark contrast between the hustle and bustle of the Jamaa El-Fna market place and the calmness of the Magrheb sky. He told me to capture the moment exactly as I saw it, so I did. I sat there for 30 minutes for the right moment to capture that moment, and my dad waited. This was my best shot.

Anonymous asked:

You too amazing pictures Shikara. I am very curious to know what camera do you use to take all the underwater shots?

I’m using a D10 Canon, people on tumblr are always about DSLR’S but honestly a camera is only as good as its photographer.