Whats beauty?

We all feel it differently, through different things, at different strengths. Its uniquely yours, like a fingerprint thats pressed onto the surface of your heart. It brings individuality, provides a warmth for the chill that the outside feels. A light from within that helps you deal with everyday life. The way you react when something goes wrong, the way you pick yourself up after a hard fall, the way you talk, the way you touch, the way your lips curve at the edges when you express happiness. Its the way you laugh at the things you find funny. The way you stress, and indulge to make yourself feel good again. The way you sit and do nothing to take a break, the way you hold the door open, the way you say thank you, excuse me and please. The way you let someone pass along the road, the way you love. The way you focus on things that count, the way you find yourself time to pray, even on the busiest of days. The way you walk, the way you drive, the way you dress.

Its not looking like a model, fitting into a box. Its not falling locks of shining hair, or perfectly plump red lips. Its not a size 8 waist, and D cup breast. Its not the colour of your skin, or the shape of your eyes. Its not the size of your nose, or your height. It isn’t the approval of others, or number of instagram likes. It isn’t how many comments, and emojis with heart shaped eyes. It isn’t the pain you feel when your lips have been injected, or the bleeding of your feet when your shoes are murdering the ability to walk. It isn’t the filter that removes any flaw, or tightens your jawline, and slims your cheekbones. It isn’t in the smoothness of your thighs, or in the unthinkable stretch mark or cellulite. You certainly won’t find it in any shop on any shelf….

Its inside YOU. Its beauty. It is the ability to look at yourself in the mirror and be okay. The ability to accept that god didn’t just make you, he fashioned you! He designed you, uniquely. You’re individual beauty that is only yours. You shouldn’t want to change it. Just because society and media tells us to look a certain way or to fit into a certain box, you don’t have to get into it. Happiness is beauty. Finding it in yourself is beauty. Know who you are, and love it! I often get questioned how to wear a scarf in such a time and that its hard to wear one. Yes, its hard to put a scarf on when you don’t feel accepted into society or when you feel you don’t ‘fit in’. Yet its liberating to think you don’t have to ‘fit in’. Be a unique, self-loving, god-concious, beautiful you. You don’t have to fit in to societies standard of what they call beauty. That is oppressing! Be-you-tiful. Thats my definition of the word. Accept who you are, love who you are, and force people to see you for what lies under all the layers and skin. Hijab to me, lets beauty shine through. It helps me to understand the concept of what beauty is. It frees me of any pressure to look a certain way. Its confidence, commitment and self-love. It drives you to be helpful, to be kind, and helps me identify myself as Muslim. Whist it can be difficult to wear a head covering, it is so much more than that. IF your intentions and heart is there, then don’t let fear stop you. Your best protection comes from god. You’re in control of your beauty. Not the ads with unrealistically flawless people plastered across the board. Theres so much more to hijab than a head covering. Modesty is more than physical, and beauty isn’t skin deep. Be in control, be confident, love yourself a little. The approval of others is not needed. If you’re rejected because of the way you look, that says a lot more about the person who’s rejected you than it does yourself. You’re beautiful – its time we start believing it.

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The toxicity of being hijabi?

This is something that has bugged me for a while now. Since the written rise of Dina Tokio’s fame, her fan base has gotten larger and larger. Whilst I have no problem with influencers and their portrayals to the world (each to their own), I do have a problem with being part of a culture that has been titled as ‘toxic’ by a largely muslim network of women! Especially since it has no relevance to what a hijab actually is.

To some a scarf may be a cloth that drapes around their head, but I publicly apologise as I can’t conform to this very lightly surfaced definition of what it is . It is SO much more to me. It is the character that encapsulates strength to submit to my lord, it is the kindness, the mannerisms, the push that enforces me to speak up when needed. It is a piece of empowerment to me. It is not just a covering of my hair, but a part of my faith and quite effectively, a piece of my personality. It is a love for preserving a piece of me that only my nearest and dearest are exposed to. It is a kindness and love and compassion for others when I’m out. It is a head-dress that pushes me to hold the door open for someone, to help someone with their heavy shopping, to offer a little help when I can, because then I am identified as a muslim who helped. Not one who is titled as toxic.

Perhaps your criticism for Dina taking her scarf off (or whatever it is her intentions are) don’t come from the fact that you’re a hijabi, but come from what is inner. Do not make a negative label of something that is important to many peoples faith, and is written in a holy book sent by God. It is ridiculous to me to think that a culture may be arising where wearing a headscarf makes you toxic! Your comments and feelings toward a public figure are your own, but don’t think its okay to degrade someone because of their religious decisions. We can’t be picking sides of ‘Is it okay to take your scarf off’ to ‘I will publicly humiliate someone who has’. I have friends who are beautiful souls and don’t wear a scarf, but maybe you do cover and do not carry a character that falls under hijab. Perhaps we’ve brought the meaning of modesty to an indefinite surface that removes its characteristics. Modesty is so much more than we make it out to be. It is important to the faith? yes. It is mentioned in the holy book? yes. Yet, everyones on their own religious journey. Just as some of us struggle to commit to other duties, we’re on our own path to god. It is a personal relationship, and although public figures may be defined by their dress, it is a grotesque ideology that a hijabi community, an item I identify myself with, is toxic. Criticisms aside, we are one nation! What on earth are we doing by labelling people within our own, despite outside of our own?! Yes some people have bad intention, some may be openly toxic, but do not label a whole based on a few. It is quite unbelievable that I’d even be writing this in the first place.

Since when did we become so concerned about the things that are outward and worldly? To me, as long as a person in covering what they’re told to cover or are trying in their own way thats all that counts. Hijabi or not, if they’re trying to reach better versions of themselves then thats what is important. The fact that their heart drives them to be better is the ultimate thing we should be looking toward, and if it isn’t how can YOU help them? It is only as hard as you make it. Be strong, be kind, and be faithful. We’re one nation, one people. Enough with the labels that we are creating. Start to have faith in each other to be better, not degrade and label each other to what we see.  You have the power of words, so use them for better change. I for one am sick of opening my Instagram page and seeing virtual arguments of people debating on a topic that discusses whether or not taking a scarf off makes you a bad person. Faith starts in your heart. If you’re commenting things that are destructive and unkind, then that doesn’t come from a hijab I believe in. Everything starts in your heart, so take the faith from within and place it for the world to see. Whatever that means to you.

Maybe..

Maybe we live in a world where a person can fall on the street and everyone will walk by because they’re too busy to stop. Maybe we live in a world where people could be fighting and the first instinct is to take out a phone and record. Maybe we live in a world where even amongst our own Muslim community, one of the first questions we’re asked is based on ‘what we are’. Maybe time is too fast, and we have too much to do so we can’t stop and think. Maybe there’s not enough time in the day. Maybe you’ll be late for that meeting or that class if you stop to help the person who’s just fallen over.

Or maybe you’re pushing away from yourself. Maybe the world demands too much, and so we can’t hold someone else’s hand. Maybe we forget that race doesn’t define a person, maybe we forget that a stereotype doesn’t relate to everybody. Maybe we forget that stopping your daily commute to help someone out might just make their day better. Maybe we forget that morality overcomes a deadline. Maybe we forget that to love someone, means loving yourself, and to love yourself you need to show acts of love to others. Maybe we forget that life may be too short, but it’s also full of time to make a decision. A decision to make a moment.

You can walk or run, but you will still get there, only if you walk, you’ll appreciate the journey. You’ll notice the trees, you’ll get a chance to smile at the person who walks by. We need to stop forgetting as a community, what it means to be a human. Maybe the build up of a person is their hair, skin, height, faith, body type. But maybe there’s a soul in there.

Maybe we need to look beyond our own prejudices to view people for who they are. Maybe we have an ego problem. Maybe labels are made for everything else except people. Maybe we need to take a minute and let ourselves feel. Maybe we need to show some compassion, regardless of religion and faith. Maybe we need to stop putting ourselves on a pedestal and start to understand one another, and then maybe we can actually start to develop as a community. Maybe love always wins but we’re scared to let it. Whatever maybe… don’t forget that we’re all one unit. There’s no exclusive club, we’re all people. Start believing that, and maybe we can actually get somewhere. Take a minute to think about God himself, and reflect. Is your attitude out of ingratitude?

Maybe..

Maybe we live in a world where a person can fall on the street and everyone will walk by because they’re too busy to stop. Maybe we live in a world where people could be fighting and the first instinct is to take out a phone and record. Maybe we live in a world where even amongst our own Muslim community, one of the first questions we’re asked is based on ‘what we are’. Maybe time is too fast, and we have too much to do so we can’t stop and think. Maybe there’s not enough time in the day. Maybe you’ll be late for that meeting or that class if you stop to help the person who’s just fallen over.

Or maybe you’re pushing away from yourself. Maybe the world demands too much, and so we can’t hold someone else’s hand. Maybe we forget that race doesn’t define a person, maybe we forget that a stereotype doesn’t relate to everybody. Maybe we forget that stopping your daily commute to help someone out might just make their day better. Maybe we forget that morality overcomes a deadline. Maybe we forget that to love someone, means loving yourself, and to love yourself you need to show acts of love to others. Maybe we forget that life may be too short, but it’s also full of time to make a decision. A decision to make a moment.

You can walk or run, but you will still get there, only if you walk, you’ll appreciate the journey. You’ll notice the trees, you’ll get a chance to smile at the person who walks by. We need to stop forgetting as a community, what it means to be a human. Maybe the build up of a person is their hair, skin, height, faith, body type. But maybe there’s a soul in there.

Maybe we need to look beyond our own prejudices to view people for who they are. Maybe we have an ego problem. Maybe labels are made for everything else except people. Maybe we need to take a minute and let ourselves feel. Maybe we need to show some compassion, regardless of religion and faith. Maybe we need to stop putting ourselves on a pedestal and start to understand one another, and then maybe we can actually start to develop as a community. Maybe love always wins but we’re scared to let it. Whatever maybe… don’t forget that we’re all one unit. There’s no exclusive club, we’re all people. Start believing that, and maybe we can actually get somewhere. Take a minute to think about God himself, and reflect. Is your attitude out of ingratitude?

Sweet escape

It’s that time of year. Where everything seems to be everywhere and to be quite frank, you’d rather just go to a place far away, absorb some sunshine, and escape the world as you know it. Who’s with me?!

But this probably, almost natural mechanism of thought had me thinking…. what if there is something out there, some higher power, that no matter what will ALWAYS be there when you call for help. What if this higher power has a pre destined plan for you, and what you’re currently dealing with, is what’s going to shape you?

what if the desire for escapism is what’s naturally put within us to make us strive for paradise? What if being calm, being kind, being gentle, being genuine, being faithful is the key to sanity? What if simply eliminating toxicity from our lives is the key to happiness.. no matter where it may come from… work, uni, school, social groups, people…. if it’s ruining you, come away from it.

What if we’re forgetting that there’s a higher purpose? That there’s a God up there waiting for your every call, and that remembering him is the key to inner peace. Not just remembering him by praying or by doing your religious routines. But remembering him with full spiritual awareness in everything you do. Actually acknowledging gods existence. Have full faith over religiosity. Having a conscious, following your god given instincts. Being a human.

Perhaps we’ve lost sight of that. We’ve lost trust in ourselves, and we’ve lost the idea that we’re in control of us, but there’s always a plan that we can’t comprehend. Everything falls into place, everything happens for a reason, everything is pre decided for you, everything that is happening is happening because your way of dealing with it makes you YOU. You just have to do your duties as a human and you’ll find your faith. Find your sanity and your peace.

What’s being human? It’s following your instincts, it’s being loving, it’s consideration, it’s kindness, it’s embracing your emotions and dealing with them, it’s being strong, because sometimes you’re the only one who can help yourself. You can receive advice, you can read every Cosmo article that deals with your issues, but until you’ve decided to help yourself, you can’t be helped. Some self thought, self consideration isn’t a bad thing. Reflect. Make dua. Find your instincts. Find your connection to god. Within that you will find your peace.

We need to stop forgetting that this world is temporary. Stop acting as if our bank accounts and our image define us. Stop worrying about what’s negative. We need to be positive, united, as one human race. Not as groups of Asians, White , Black, Gujarati, Memon, Pakistanis, and every other category we label ourselves with. We need to remember, reflect, realise that everyone has a bumpy perhaps rocky path and a journey of their own, but it always leads to their destination.

Ever thought of thinking?

Where do we choose to place thought? Where do we choose to put our priority? What to we occupy our emotional and mental state with? What drives you through your day? What fuel do you use?

Have we forgotten our own nature? It seems as if we’ve stopped using our own inclinations, initiatives, and thoughts, and replaced them with what we think we’re told to do. Replaced what essentially makes us US, with what we think we should be like. What we think will make us look the best or seem to be valued by others.

It’s time we stop thinking about what others see, and start valuing our own consciousness. Start to value your thoughts, your inclinations, your feelings. God gave us common sense, he gave us the ability to reason. Yet we’ve become unreasonable. Are we forgetting and ignoring our abilities? Stop doing something if it feels wrong. Stop following what you’re told to follow, and start thinking. Questioning. Don’t be afraid of thinking because you’re scared of the answers. Explore. Use what god has given you.

Stress will always be there, we can’t keep up with people’s ever-changing expectations, you can’t always please the world. But you can please yourself. Find peace of mind in yourself, through reason, thinking, understanding, praying, developing. Then you’ll find the piece of peace that sails you through any storm. My faith to me isn’t a set of rules. It’s not a one hat fits all. It’s a way of life, a way of reasoning with respect, kindness, and value. It’s a word that enables me, and encourages me to think about decisions and evaluate things before I decide what’s right and wrong for me. It’s a constant spiritual journey of self development, it’s trusting my lord to put what’s right in my heart and follow what’s in my head. It’s a beautiful, personal experience, and everything that may seem to be a bunch of rules has reasoning behind it. It has context, it has purpose, it has thought. So stop treating it like a restrictive, imprisoned faith. It’s a way of life.

Yet, there are a bunch who refuse to think, to reflect, to reason. Let’s not lose the essence of the human, that makes us so powerful. Let’s be thoughtful in all the right ways. We’re not judges. We’re to be judged.

Love yourself before you take anything else on, and to love yourself is to love the one to whom which all love belongs… Boona Mohammed

Let’s talk about …

As it has been a while since I’ve written I’d like to discuss a hot topic, that is ever up and coming. It may seem sensitive, so readers be warned.

Especially in a religious community where it seems still to kept quiet, under the carpet, tucked under the blanket and hushed away from all ears. I want to talk about the way the Muslim community in the locality I live in deals with sexual violence, harassment and relations…

The young women who find themselves drawn to a guy who claims that she owes him at least this. Claims that she needs to give him the one thing he’s after in exchange for his ‘love’, safety and admiration. And should she refuse, he’ll become verbally aggressive, possibly taunting her into thinking it’s her fault. Perhaps he’s older. Perhaps she’s lost all process of rational thought and fights the uncomfortability of her situation to avoid the mental distress of not conforming. She’s scared. She’s silenced. Shes tricked into believing she’s the happiest she will be when she’s with him, yet he destroys every part of hope and light in her.

And when it all comes out she’s told she’s shameful. She’s giving up her dignity. She’s harmful to all good because she is blamed for being naive. She’s blamed for being stupid. She fails to seek comfort from anyone because it’s frowned upon. She fails to find any self respect left within, and cries herself to sleep silently asking god to pick her up again. He’s her only hope in a dark spiralling situation. She’s broken all trust and her small memory of what happened sinks into her consciousness scarring her ability to speak. Only god can hear and only he can help her out. So she calls to him. Kneels before the only one who created her because only he knows the hurt behind her shame. Only he knows the feelings too strong for words to fill. She wants light.

The people that love her, help her rise and her strong firm faith in god helps her stand up tall. She’s strong. She’s not to blame. She was tricked and mistaken but she’s the fighter. She’ll fight the self hate and push it away, only delving into those who can understand. The select few people in her life who truly love her. She finds herself, she accepts herself. Loves herself because the god who she loves most made her. She is muslim. She is young but strong and she won’t let anybody take away her courage because she deserves to be truly loved and respected. She is open and understanding and nobody needs to know it because she does.

Yet she wishes she was taught that it’s not okay. That he can’t talk to you like that. That it’s wrong for anybody to push you to do something that you don’t want to do. That he could be arrested for his ways with you…. but have we taught our young people??

Yet everyday another case slips under the mat. Another story is left untold because she’s too scared to admit it. Because our ”muslim” society won’t let her live it down. She’s vulnerable and at that point she needs cover, guidance, help and most importantly love. She’s scared. She needs god. She needs people with open doors and arms. Are we those people? Without open arms the matter can only get worse.

We need to talk more to our young people about sex and gender mixing. We need to teach them to respect one another, rather than shutting them off from each other so they can’t understand what interaction is ‘okay’. We need to take off our blinkers and start realising that there’s a crisis in our community that is being ignored. We need to reach out and teach our young people. We need to talk about sex.

Please note that this may be a sensitive topic to some but I believe it must be spoken about. Anything I’ve addressed here is from reading on the subject for sexual abuse and violence awareness week. I strongly believe our young people need teaching religiously on how to interact with the opposite genders safely, and respectfully.

Our faith teaches us respect for others, and respect for ourselves. It teaches us to be compassionate and open to ALL. So we should be doing just that. We can’t ignore and eliminate. Only help.

Religious masquerade

CAUTION TO READERS WHO MAY BE SENSITIVE TO THINK ABOUT THIS…

I want to pose a question of thought that I’ve come across through my academic readings.. that question of if religion does REALLY exist? GASP SHOCK HORROR! How can a person who claims to believe in a religion ask such a thing? Well I’d like to think a bit further about the idea of religion, faith, and belief. What is faith? What is belief? What is religion?

I don’t claim to know the answers to these questions but I want to shed light on my thoughts. But just a disclaimer to those who may think I’m doubting my faith. I am not. I am simply thinking about what my faith may have become. Perhaps there’s a possibility that my faith has been masked by religion. A name that’s been given a label, an image, a stereotype if you like. Perhaps if you scramble up some images of ‘muslims’ (taking out the wrongly assumed terrorist inclination) you’ll find a girl in a hijab and a long abaya. Or even in a niqaab. You may find a bearded man in Arab dress or a traditional Pakistani piece of clothing. You may even find that the most ‘religious’ have to abide to these images, otherwise they simply can’t be of the standing that we see them…

…or perhaps we’ve lost sight of what we should be seeing. Perhaps the person under the hijab isn’t the perfect muslimah. Perhaps the imam that everyone shamed for wearing jeans and a jumper had a better connection to god than the one who was in full Arab clothing. Perhaps the girl who’s fully covered head to toe has more of a struggle fulfilling her daily duties to god than the girl who’s hair falls free.

Perhaps we’ve become so used to the mask of religiousness that we hide behind, that we’ve forgotten the faith that builds the image. I am in no way saying that those who cover or have a beard are masking themselves. I too cover my hair. In fact I am questioning why individuals may do those things. Im questioning purpose and I’m suggesting that faith can’t have a look. It can’t be seen. Once you have built faith you’ll want to do certain things, but at the same time have we become so obsessed with the image of our religion that we’ve forgotten the faith that builds the motives for the way we do things?

Please don’t misunderstand me, I’m not saying that dressing in a certain way is wrong. I’m picking at the thought that we perceive peoples faith from the way they dress or look or stage themselves perhaps too easily. We judge their ‘religiousness’ on an outer scale without even speaking them.. and it almost makes it seem like a facade.

I know it’s pretty dense to think that religion is a construct, but perhaps we’ve constructed it too rigidly for it to be faithful. We need to stop teaching our young people how to look like a muslim first thing. First we need to teach them manners, good character, love for god, love and respect for others. Then they’ll discover all the little things that characterise their faith. We need to teach them that the outer self forms from the inner self. We need to teach them faith, not outer religion. We’ve become so focused on the outer that we’ve forgotten what we’re really doing it for…

But like I say… these are just my thoughts, but I think we all need to start thinking. God is all hearing, all seeing. He knows what’s in every single heart and only he truly knows who carries faith. Even if their outer may perceive they’re of a certain standing. think of the guy/girl who is declined by religious society but somehow keeps trying. Think about the one who people look down on instantly because they’re not looking a certain way…

Next time you go into the prayer room or into the isoc or into the place of worship, look around. Identify everyone. They’re there, but did they ever question why? What makes you go back and pray? Is it your faith? Or is it the religion you follow? Let’s start looking beyond the image we’ve been taught to see as ‘religious‘. Let’s start accepting EVERYONE as people of faith. Encouraging love, kindness and oneness of god. Then surely everything else will follow Insha’Allah. Only God knows what truly lies in our hearts.

I’d like to poke the final thought that faith is the fundamental foundation for any action that we do – religion is a title that’s been put forward to group faith. Perhaps we’ve become so focused on the title that we’ve forgotten the foundations…

May we be forgiven for anything we may have done knowingly and unknowingly. Ameen.

A piece of peace 

We worry and sit and scroll and sip, whilst we check our bank balances, and worry about the name of our car, or the typography on our tops, we flick through feeds filled with designer labels and wish we could have more…

But what are we actually in hope for, there will always be someone richer than you, a house bigger than yours, a new make or model will always come out, but do you actually want it or is what you have sufficient? Are we chasing materialistic items to fill a space that needs much more than a Louis Vuitton bag or a red sole shoe? Are we always going to treasure it? Does having a 6 digit bank balance truly make us happy? 

Don’t get me wrong, we can all buy nice things and enjoy them if God has given us the means to do so…. but it shouldn’t be our aim, our worry, our goal. Work hard, yes. But if you’re doing your best and you have a loving family, a house over your head, food to eat, be GREATFUL. You can have all the money in the world but if your child or partner or parent was killed or was severely injured would the look of your bank account make any difference to you? Would anything be able to fill such a hole in your life? I doubt it. 

Same way, we need to learn to fill the holes in our hearts with rememberance of the one who has control over all things. It’s so so easy to forget that we don’t ALWAYS have control over the things in our life. You can only do the best you can do. God deals with the rest. God fills the gaps because he is the one who knows they’re there without you having to even say that they’re there. 

Now we have parents worrying about their 16 year olds antics. How they have no control. But we forget that we don’t always have control. We forget that there’s a supreme being who takes these things out of our hands simply so we can turn to him and trust him. So we can talk to him. Believe in him. 

With all the physical conflicts of today’s climate, we forget to deal with our inner conflicts. With all the distractions placed around us we start to chase the wrong things. We start to get blinded by the flashy lights that we forget what we’re given. We need to be more open hearted, open minded, engaging, loving, and trusting. We need to remember that god controls all things, and we just have to do our bit and trust him. No matter how hard that may be. Try it. You’ll feel the piece of peace you’ve been searching for, even when the situation couldn’t get any worse. Allah will hold your worries and replace them with divine comforts of knowing that he is in control. Just turn to him. 

Find the missing piece of peace, it’s just a step away….

Changes 

I haven’t written for some time due to the busy summer that occupied me (getting married, holiday, settling in to the life of a newly wed). But I’d like to start getting back into routine with a blog post-Dedicated to results day, change and new starts! 

As a young soon-to-be-wedded muslimah living in a predominantly Asian community I heard a lot of ‘it’ll all start once you’re married’, ‘wait till you’re married and it’ll hit you’, ‘enjoy the honeymoon period whilst it lasts’ and many more remarks that I couldn’t help but feel carried negative connotations. I have alhamdulillah only been married 5-6 weeks but they have been wonderful. I miss my mums hearty casserole and my dads comments that make me giggle, my grandmas one of a kind akni and my loud siblings, but they’re ALL still there for me. The difference is I’ve now started a life with my better half who I’ll start a family with some day. Marriage seems to have a ‘life-stop’ stigma to it and it’s frustrating to hear when you’re looking forward to taking your next step as a married couple. Yes there are moments of stress or anxiety when you’re settling in to a new house and I’m certain there’ll always be things to learn and compromise on. But having a new start in life with someone you love is a beautiful experience. There’s more love than annoyance, more happiness than frustration. Little negative moments last no longer than 10 minutes because your love for your spouse takes over the little thing you were annoyed about. You learn, you compromise, you move on, you love. LOVE being the main glue that holds you together. There’s no reason to argue when you remember you’re rewarded every time you look at eachother with love. SubhanAllah. Respect eachother and work together.  

My point in explaining my first reflections as a newly wed being that we’re going to always make new changes in our lives.  Some big, some small, but they’re going to be changes that affect our routine. We’ve become so attatched to little worries and listening to other people’s experiences that we forget to make our own. Especially as a Leicester girl living in an Asian Muslim society. It’s ridiculous that we can’t take a minute to step out the little box we’ve put ourselves in and look at the bigger picture, of loving and living for the sake of god. For doing everything to please him and to please yourself. To gain happiness.

So yes, you may have failed your a levels, or maybe you’re moving out to uni, or maybe you’re getting married, or you are married and are having difficulty, whatever your change is, it’s happening for a reason. Allah has put you there for a reason- find it. It’s up to YOU to be the result you want to see. Even if it feels impossible, move forward. Keep moving forward and along the way people will try to discourage you. But it’s up to YOU not to listen. Believe in yourself, believe in love, and most importantly have belief in God. He’ll get you there. You just have to take the first step. 

Don’t let any negativity discourage you from being the best you can be. Consider the possibilities, use your initiative, and follow your heart AND mind. Every change is a new beginning. 

May we have the best success in this world and in the hereafter. May we find love and happiness in all we do. May we be granted with ease and patience in times of worry and difficulty, and may Allah bring us closer to the ones we love. Ameen.