Today is the second day in this blessed month of fasting. I am conscious that I don’t want to spend my time in being distracted from the true purpose of this month which is to reconnect with my Creator. So, with that in mind, I will simply write what comes to my mind as I type…
To be honest, I was feeling anxious in the days leading to the start of Ramadan. Always wondering if I am ready to take on the challenge and purge myself of so many unsavoury habits or thoughts before I even enter the month. I have learnt that the fast is spiritually weakened if, as a Muslim, I can’t declutter my head and arrive with less unwanted baggage. Alhamdulillah, there is something indescribable about this month. No matter how nervous I feel, the ambience takes over and I become wrapped in the spiritual warmth and comfort this time affords. There are simply no words.
What I also realise is that the way we are expected to be in Ramadan, is actually how we should be all the time. Yet, humankind is forgetful, arrogant and ungrateful and so we fall back into that false sense of security that all is good, after the month has passed. I would love to keep this heightened state of self-awareness but naturally, it slips a little with each week and month. But how blessed are we who get to witness Ramadan again as it comes around the following year! What an opportunity to recharge and reset.
Whilst on this spiritual high, I remind myself that nothing else matters in this duniya. The daily grind will remain but what I know is that I can’t look at life from a temporal dimension only. If I do succumb to that narrow perspective, I will drown in despair. Ramadan quite literally is the prescription for anxiety which I need right now. It has already renewed my conviction that as long as I have Allah, I have everything. No harm can touch me unless He wills. My worries have not gone away. They have simply been cushioned in a blanket of faith and hope.
For every day I survive and get through without harming anyone, perhaps instead, even helping someone, then I believe that day has been a success. Alhamdulillah for being a Muslim. Alhamdulillah, my faith is the panacea to all the ills in the world. The trials and tribulations may not cease but I can override them with a firm belief that everything has a purpose – to direct me back to Allah.
So today marks Mother’s Day. I’ve spoken about this topic before so don’t want to repeat myself. Suffice to say, I still believe every day is Mother’s Day simply because the status of mother is such that she is always well-deserving of any good favours that come her way. Truth is, a mother’s sacrifices and toil can never be fully reciprocated. Does that make me feel entitled? Yes. And I say that unashamedly.
But here’s the thing. I couldn’t be a mother without having had children and today I want to pay tribute to my sons. Alhamdulillah, I have been blessed with them in my life and I feel that the past few years, having gone through the rough and smooth together, they have made my experience of motherhood a truly unique and very special one. I have learnt from them perhaps as much as they have learnt from me – even more in some situations. They have allowed me the privilege of calling myself ‘mother’, Alhamdulillah.
I often reflect on events of the past few years and now understand that an unforeseen gain was that there are now no more extraneous factors to come between my sons and I. That’s not to say that we don’t have our disagreements. Of course we do. However, without the unnecessary influence or interference of other people or things, we are free to resolve those issues amongst ourselves, by ourselves and for ourselves.
A Connection Never Lost
Motherhood has exciting phases throughout: from the time our children are born and are totally helpless and innocent, to the time they go through all the physical growth and academic stages and then, (where I am at now), where I look forward to them maturing into young men who are ready to take on the world in their own capacity. I am not waiting to see them line their pockets with burgeoning sums of money, or to become career-obsessed to the oblivion of all else that matters in life. I am in constant hope that they will simply continue to be decent human beings and embody modesty and humility all along the way.
The tables are slowly turning now. It’s my time to take a back seat and gradually let them take charge of me, inshaAllah. Not that I want life handed to me on a plate. I have never accepted that of anyone and doubt I ever will. However, the balance of responsibility for everyday life should shift from me to them and I pray I live to see that day.
Whilst I do miss the days when my sons were very young, I am equally content that I have been able to witness what I see emerging in front of my eyes, Alhamdulillah. I am grateful that Allah has given me this experience. I am grateful to my sons for giving me this experience.
So, Mother’s Day, whether it is that single day celebrated in March, or every day of the year that mothers exist, is incomplete if it does not acknowledge those people who have given women the privilege of motherhood itself. To my sons, my children – may Allah reward you all immensely. Ameen.
It is quite often that I am reminded of the fact that my youth was some time ago. It’s not anyone else who reminds me of this fact. I know it myself. There are the usual physical manifestations of the ageing process which we all know too well. Like many people, I have also succumbed to them.
But here is the paradox… I don’t measure my existence according to what my age or physical changes tell me. In my mind, I have become timeless. That’s not the same as being delusional about my longevity. I am not immortal. I know my time to depart this life will come. If there’s anything I can be sure of, it’s that. Yet, that knowledge in itself has bolstered my determination to get the most out of what life remains. These days, I find my mental state is actually the healthiest it has been in my entire life, Alhamdulillah. That is no exaggeration!
Never quite there…
Living independently now, for the first time in my life, I am no longer subject to other people’s whims, demands or remarks be it siblings, parents, spouse or in-laws. As a child growing up in my parents’ house, I was living under their rules. From there, I moved onto marriage where, again, I was living under the terms and conditions set by the other. Whilst that setup was not necessarily one fraught with tension, it was still a contract that, though never clearly defined, I knew existed to outline the “I can do-s” and ” I can’t do-s” inside of marriage. To be perfectly honest, I did enjoy a kind of freedom within my marriage which many of my peers never experienced. For example, I travelled alone several times for long periods and this was facilitated by my then-husband. So credit where credit is due. However, towards the end of my marriage, it seemed I couldn’t do anything right any more. The goalposts were forever being shifted unreasonably and it was inevitable I would never be able to consistently keep up.
Today, I am finally my own person. The choices I make in life are now my own and I don’t need to explain to anyone or take permission from them. And it is this freedom that has served to create a wonderful mental space in my head and in my reality. Unfortunately, there are some pockets of traditional society that still believe Divorce + Freedom = Hedonism. It’s as if a woman can’t be trusted to be responsible and dignified in the absence of a male chaperone. Well, inshaAllah, they will watch and learn from my example. The sad irony is that in many divorce cases, it is the male chaperone who abandoned their duties in the first place! What is a woman to do? Sit on her hands and wait to be ‘rescued’?
Right now, it’s just me and Allah. I know He has put things in my life to test me with them. Even freedom is a test. I ask myself: Will I squander time? Will I become delirious with the independence? Will I use the opportunities to do good? Alhamdulillah, I know I have not shunned my responsibilities. If anything, I have become more engrossed in delivering justice for my sons and myself. Nor have I become consumed with grief. That’s because I have my faith which helps me transcend the situation from its wordly concerns only. I see life through a convex lens rather than a concave one. The frame which contains the bigger picture is far more exciting than the small blemish that tries – but fails – to tarnish the entire image. I live a normal life but I get to plan my day which includes my work, leisure activities and social interactions. It is a busy life but one that brings me great contentment, Alhamdulillah.
Although I don’t like to talk prematurely about plans, I have at least started to make headway in terms of unfulfilled goals which need to be met. I don’t like to call them a ‘bucket list’ since I have trouble with that phrase. It has greedy and selfish connotations (although I know it isn’t). But the goals I have, for the most part, have a higher purpose than just to feed my worldly being. I very much desire to do things which elevate me spiritually. If Allah grants me relatively good health and life, I just might be able to fulfil them after all, inshaAllah. That seems so surreal. I guess I didn’t understand that a divorce would be the harbinger for necessary change – an invigorated confidence and such a zest for life. A zest like I have never had before. I have seen how many women seem to ‘find themselves’ after divorce. I didn’t think I would be one of them. It’s not that I am mad or that I want to get even. In fact, I am genuinely excited for the future that I don’t have time to be bitter. I simply recognise that an opportunity has been created and I have opened my eyes to the invitation.
Thinking back to the little girl who I used to be, I know that the zeal to do things I am passionate about was always there. It’s just that it has taken this long to bring those ideas and goals into fruition.
Life after divorce seems like borrowed time on this Earth. I need to get moving. I won’t let society dictate what they expect of someone my age and my status. My sons are no longer in need of me in the way they were just a few years ago so now is my time to take action. Remember: “Goodbye to Procrastination.” In celebration of my new awakening, I will book a table for one at the banquet of Life and enjoy the view at the same time, inshaAllah.
I’ve waited and watched everyone else long enough.
It’s interesting how there are times when I come to write this blog, I am in need of inspiration. That doesn’t happen often, thankfully. It’s usually the case that an event or a passing conversation with someone will set my thoughts into motion which, in turn, transpire into sentences on the screen.
I try not to let current affairs take precedence in my blog as this is a personal space for personal reflections; global news is just an extraneous interference. But I am not one who is immune to what is going on around me at home or abroad. With all the media focus recently locked onto Ukraine, on the opposite stage, there is equally animated talk about the unfair bias towards our Caucasian brethren when so many other groups of people in the world continue to suffer immeasurably. This is the insidiuous side of the human reality. It is people who get to choose the worth of one life over another. I take no pleasure in seeing anyone suffer which is why I also do not understand the factors which determine the value of an individual’s life. Yet, I am not naive to believe that iniquity doesn’t prevail in all societies. I have had first hand experience of it and still do.
When Silence Doesn’t Pay
Just this week, I experienced (yet again), what racial profiling feels like. Whilst I was waiting to pay for my groceries and had prepared my empty bags in my trolley, the cashier, herself of Eastern European origin, gestured to ask if she could take a quick look in my bags. I obliged as I had nothing to hide. However, it dawned on me later and irked me no end that I was subjected to a degrading request. The first rude assumption was that I couldn’t speak English (hence the hand gestures); the second rude assumption was that I was a petty thief. I hadn’t reacted immediately as I was still in silent shock. However, I went home playing the incident out in my mind and realised what I had just experienced was a flagrant but subtle display of racism. I did end up later making a complaint to the company in question.
What this incident made me realise is that someone such as myself – a woman, a person of colour, a Muslim – can be and do all I want in this world, but there are times when others’ perception of me will dictate how far I can go. Of course, I know Allah is the one has the final say. However, biases, preconceptions and misconceptions belong to people and not to the Creator. So, the battles, known or unknown, that I have to fight in my life to earn my rights are very real.
It is very disappointing that humans can be so crass and insular. All it takes is a little time to get to know one another and understand that deep down, we are all the same. We are all vying for our space in this world but with a little cooperation and understanding, everyone can claim that space. Yes, there are layers to our identities and monotony would be boring. I know as a Muslim, that preconceptions about another are inherently opposed to my beliefs. I have myself lived in different societies and cultures to know the wonder of being amongst them and having the privilege to have an insight into their world. I have learnt to unlearn arrogance, as if my way of doing or seeing things is the only correct way. I can disagree with decorum. I can disagree without derision. The value systems I cherish may be alien to others and vice versa. Yet, that does not give anyone the right to denigrate simply because we do not see eye to eye.
My own unsavoury encounter earlier this week makes me pity the narrowmindedness and arrogance of those who cannot see past their own insecurities. Because that is exactly what it is: too often people refuse to recognise their own personal shortcomings and like to find a scapegoat.
Alhamdulillah, I have learnt to hold many unwanted characters at a healthy arm’s length. I continue to have hope in humanity as hopelessness is not in keeping with my beliefs. InshaAllah, one day, those who have wronged me without justification will find out for themselves the sickness they carry within. The diss-ability is something they themselves have and ultimately will hurt them more than it does others.
Everyone in their lives is on their own journey of discovery – of things, people, places and ideas. In trying to make sense of things, some people take longer than others. Nobody should be chastised for not ‘keeping up’ with their peers or for not seeing something that may appear glaringly obvious to another person. After all, we all come with our own innate abilities. We also have our own subjective biases, wrongly or rightly. Our environment also shapes us and there are so many factors which either skew or clarify our judgement on things. Against that complicated backdrop, we muddle our way through life till we figure out what really matters and what doesn’t.
Like all humans, I have had days when I don’t feel hopeful or positive about a situation and the will to change is not forthcoming. Procrastination hits me hard. However, Alhamdulillah, I can honestly say that those days have gradually become the minority in my life. For the most part, I have ensured that I keep moving and don’t grind to a halt. My renewed zest for life refuses to let me be motionless for long. I see the phase I am in now, as a woman going it alone, as a wonderful gift – an opportunity to seize. I am free to determine my own path. I want to prove to myself that I can and will do some of the things I thought I never could or would when younger.
A weekly catharsis
Death is something I think of frequently even if it is for a fleeting moment during the day. Whilst that may seem a depressing thought or morbid, ironically, it is the very stimulus to motivate me to stop procrastinating and get on with the things I have always challenged myself to do. Alhamdulillah, I do believe there has been progress. I have already started some of my goals. Writing this blog was one of them. On this score, I have surpassed my own expectations. I was not sure if I could remain dedicated to writing a post once a week. Apparently, 70+ weeks later I still have many things that I want to say. I guess Life is the best writing prompt anyone could be given.
I have other goals which are long-term and for which the results are not immediately palpable. Living healthily, in terms of physical exercise and a balanced diet, is one example. I feel blessed that these such ambitions have finally translated into action. Sometimes, it takes a negative experience to put us on track for something bigger and better. For me, it was my divorce. It gave me the impetus to do some soul-searching and draw me out of my comfort zone and to stop making excuses for procrastination. Allah had cleared the whiteboard and was now asking me to write up a new narrative. I could not ignore the opportunity handed to me.
Along the way, I have learnt more about myself in these last five years alone than I have in all the years put together. Emerging from a divorce did not leave me with a choice between ‘sink or swim’. I had to swim. It was not a choice. I had to find my fighting spirit within and I didn’t realise the hidden potential I had lying dormant within. Today, I say I am grateful for the opportunities that my divorce brought my way. That is not to suggest that I was previously living an oppressed life. Alhamdulillah, far from it. However, now as a single person, I have to take sole responsibility for the consequences of my actions. But I am also allowed to take sole credit for when a decision has paid off. Of course, none of this is achievable without Allah. But it is He who gives people the intellect to discern between a wrong and right choice. He has now given me the right to exercise my discretion especially in matters relating to my family and for that I am eternally grateful, Alhamdulillah.
Once upon a time, I would have said, “Procrastination will end tomorrow,” but I now see the irony in that statement. Every day that I am alive I am determined to make it a meaningful day. Whether I memorise a du’a (invocation) or an ayah (verse) from the Quran, meet a friend for a chat or whether I simply go on a long walk and enjoy nature, I resolve to be fully present in the present.
In the last few years, I have found that being surrounded by young people, namely my sons, has been a blessing that even I can’t begin to appreciate fully.
Although right now they are away from home (minus my youngest), Alhamdulillah, we keep in touch through video and phone calls. The support that this regular communication offers does not simply flow in one direction – from mother to sons. They have often been my source of strength and support and given me advice when rationality eludes me. So, I’d like to think we have a healthy interdependency.
One stark example of that is when I climbed Snowdon with them last summer. All along they gently coaxed me to continue the ascent till we reached the top. I capitulated to their advice as I trusted their judgement. I knew they knew my limits as well as my own self-doubts. Climbing Snowdon was one of many occasions where my sons have taken responsibility for me. I know that would perhaps make me seem irresponsible or even immature. However, I know it’s neither of those things. The reality is that when a person suffers trauma of some kind, be it a relationship breakdown, a degenerative health condition or an irreversible financial loss, self-confidence is dealt a huge blow. I was no exception. So it is that over the last few years, I am still figuring out the difference between my actual physical and mental limits and my refusal to believe in myself.
More often than not, I am discovering that I can sometimes be my own worst enemy. I have told myself that some goals will never be attainable and therefore should not bother try. The truth is a lot of those goals do not require supernatural abilities or superhuman strength. I acknowledge that I have sometimes quit an idea before even giving it any serious consideration. That mindset needs to be knocked on the head. I have often admonished my own sons for focussing on obstacles before they even have a shot at something. Yet, I am guilty of that same peccadillo. In my defence, I tell myself that I am older and the best part of my life has passed; the opportunities have come too late. But I know this is often a ridiculous excuse and not truly defensible. I have read too many inspiring stories of people who have had personal comebacks to know that where there is life, there is hope.
Look Beneath the Surface
Whatever time I have left, I hope to use it wisely inshaAllah. I know it all starts with niyyah, the intention. That is one of the most uplifting and motivating principles that governs the life of a Muslim. I was discussing this with one of my sons recently, where he was reminding me about it in the hope it would inspire me to push on with my personal goals. He pointed out that in this life, we do a job and upon its completion, are rewarded with money or payment of some kind. What was our motivation or goal? Money? Status? Praise? To please Allah or to please someone else? The job is usually a means to an end. Yet, in our parallel spiritual existence, Allah does not ask about the result or completion of a task but about the mindset with which we started it. In other words, irrespective of whether we completed the task or not, the niyyah (intention) is what matters most. More importantly, Allah being Al-Kareen (The Generous), He is ready to compensate us without the task necessarily having been completed. That is such a profound concept. It is actually very reasonable since some people will always be at an unfair disadvantage no matter how hard they try; they have great intentions but may simply be unable to produce the results because of insurmountable problems.
In the material world, we are simply focused on perceivable outcomes and yet not everything is as it seems. For example, an individual may donate millions of pounds to charity and benefit others in many ways. But the hidden intention may have always been to win favour from a vested interest or to be adorned with public praise. So, whilst the end result is honourable, the niyyah (intention) tarnishes it all. In the spiritual dimension, traditional thinking is sometimes turned on its head. A completed task per se does not necessarily bring about rewards from Allah. If all our motives are wrong, then the task alone is fruitless. This concept is a serious game changer.
So it is with this reminder from my son that I am trying consciously to seek out the best of what life has to offer and stop making excuses for not grabbing opportunities. The dusting off of the old and bringing in of the new is quite timely. Spring is in the air and I have cleaning to do within my own mind. I feel a renewed vigour and determination that despite all the drudgery in the world right now, I must remember that my affairs are in the hands of Allah. It is He who put me here. It is He who causes the sun to rise again after it has set. It is He who brings summer after a long winter.
A friend of mine recently asked if I was cynical about marriage given my own didn’t last its course. I had to think for a moment. Was I? Do I look upon the idea of marriage as something not worth pursuing? Do all marriages come apart at the seams in the end? Are all married couples secretly unhappy?
When I reflected for a while longer, I realised that I am not cynical about marriage completely. After all, I hold a lot of hope for my own sons. I pray I live to see them embark upon this new phase of their lives and embrace their own rights and responsibilities and help their spouses acknowledge those that belong to them. I know there are still many successful examples of marriages out there. It would be extremely unfair to paint every marriage with the same brush.
What I do have strong reservations about is a second attempt at marriage for myself. There are many reasons for that but a lot of them have to do with not having the will or energy to go through the palaver all over again. Right now, at this time in my life, I am just beginning to enjoy a new freedom. I have found a niche which allows me to make choices for me and me only. Perhaps I have become a little selfish but isn’t it about time? Having given the best years of my life to my former spouse and my children, I now exert my right to put myself first for a change. And even then, I wonder how often I do put myself first!
Refusing to Step Down
So, to think of a second shot at marriage doesn’t carry any excitement for me. There is a time and place for everything. The ‘everything’ which I am now in search of does not involve a partner’s input. They would just get in the way. I have just learnt how to take control back of my life and I refuse to let anyone try to steal that control away again. Also, for the things I couldn’t do when I was younger due to other commitments etc., I seek to conquer some of them with whatever time I have left. They are very modest things but important nevertheless.
So it is with these jumbled thoughts that I attended a wedding this weekend. I am extremely happy for the new couple and wish them the very best for their future. As first timers in the realm of marriage, I know they must be excited about starting a new life together and inshaAllah eventually welcoming children in years to come. I can’t deny that is a wonderful phase of life to be in. Some of us have been there. I was there once upon a time myself.
There’s not denial that the rate of divorce has reached unprecedented levels in modern times. An average of one in three marriages never make it to “death us do part”. A sobering thought. Even more interesting is that this is not a Western phenomenon. It is a sad fate that is familiar to those in more traditional or Eastern cultures too. Muslim marriages have also succumbed.
A lot of debate surrounds the reasons as to why the number of divorces is so high. I guess there will always be heated conversations about it. Perhaps the reason why marriages amongst the older generations survived is because there was a deep sense of shame attached to divorce. That burden was (and still is) invariably carried by women. A divorcee was therefore deemed a failure. So, it’s not so much that people were happier in the olden days; it’s more the case that there was a greater social stigma involved so women (especially) simply tolerated their lot. Their reputations would be sullied whereas men would move effortlessly onto their next project. That is why it is important to look beyond the raw statistics. They don’t tell the full story.
I say this having seen and heard many examples in my own life amongst family and friends. Many women of bygone days endured emotional, physical and financial abuse simply because they had no recourse to an alternative solution. Without a source of income, they were caught between a rock and a hard place; their only option would most likely have been to return to their father’s home – a fate which would bring dishonour to everyone in the family.
The Writing is On the Wall
I know there are people today who would argue that things have not changed much. Yet, from my own observations of Muslim (especially Asian) families, I see a burgeoning group of modern 21st century young Muslim women who refuse to be cast in the same mould as their mothers or grandmothers before them. They dare to do things differently. They don’t hesitate to vocalise their grievances in their marriages and risk divorce. In some cases, they find it difficult to get married at all because they refuse to bend to the demands of others, namely a potential spouse. Today, the more financially-independent and educated young woman will not stand for nonsense. But this saving grace has also inadvertently been her own downfall. It is a cruel irony.
So, what has gone wrong? I think the problem stems from two root causes. The first is that for those older mothers who suffered silently in their hollow marriages, they have unknowingly taught their daughters that such a life for themselves simply won’t do. We now have smart, articulate and educated women who refuse to live the same torment their mothers and grandmothers endured. Thus, they are not entirely dependent on their menfolk like the previous generations were. For some men, this boldness is intimidating and their masculine pedestal now stands on shaky ground. Let’s face it. Most women are adept at multi-tasking. When she can hold down a job and run a home with a family, a woman becomes a formidable force. The man is now not as indispensable as he would like to believe. I think deep down the male ego takes a silent beating.
To complicate matters, despite their academic and financial achievements, young women still need to meet the timeless definition of ‘wife’ – a definition which has been immortalised by culture. A good wife is one who acquiesces to her husband’s whims and plans; she sacrifices her own wishes and lets him ultimately decide the big decisions about family and future. This is confusing. She must be independent and dependent at the same time; she must make decisions but waive her choices in preference of someone else’s; she can be disappointed but she can’t voice her disagreement for the sake of peace. I wonder how anyone can embody the contradiction of independence and cultural conformity without going insane? A young Muslim woman has become her own worst enemy, it seems.
Meanwhile, the second root problem is that our menfolk have not been taught life skills pertaining to harmony in a marriage. There are so many prescriptive measures for women to have successful marriages but much less is laid out for the men. Yes, they are the traditional breadwinners but beyond that, how many are in tune with their wives’ emotions or needs? For some men, women are simply a neurotic species that need to be tolerated. This is an unfortunate position to take. Mothers have seemingly spent more time training their daughters for marriage yet have conveniently overlooked the lessons that their sons desperately need too. It is not a one-sided coin. As long as men refuse to compromise or try to understand their wives, a successful marriage is not going to happen.
To be honest, this whole topic about why divorce is rife even amongst Muslim communities is one which can’t be explained in one short blog post. There are just too many layers and factors to consider. I have risked the wrath of many (Muslim) men by ignoring those who really do go out of their way to do right by their women. I acknowledge that they do exist. However, they are a rare breed. I actually was fortunate to have had that experience in my own marriage. One thing for sure is that whilst religion does not need updating, cultural attitudes need to shift. And if they refuse to shift, Muslim women of today will choose themselves over society. This trend has already started. I can already hear the words ringing out…
Sometimes we all get a little distracted with life and its highs and lows – especially the lows. The stresses we face can force us unexpectedly and relentlessly down a twisting flume whilst we hang on desperately trying to catch our breath. But even then, after all the twists and turns, we are more often than not safely deposited into a pool of relative calmness and relief. The ride may have been unnerving but the end result compensates for it all.
That’s the best analogy I can think of right now for my present reality. The point to note is that, all other things being equal, I believe I will get through the challenges facing me right now, inshaAllah. It’s a matter of simply not focussing on the problems themselves. I need to take the wider perspective and remember that Allah has put me in this situation and so He can surely get me out of it. He has given me the exam paper and I need to write the answers with my own pen and intellectual capacity.
This is how I plan to ‘Keep Calm’.
Life is always going to be a series of problems and some will be exchanged for others as we move through the constant of time. The thing we need to get a grip of is our own emotions. Not easy, I know. I’d be the first to testify to that. Rationality often eludes us when we need it the most.
However, I can’t believe I find myself echoing my elders when I say that age does bring wisdom. It’s true that there is a level of maturity that only life experience can deliver. It has to be earned through living itself and going through all kinds of experiences, rough and smooth. Arguably, wisdom can’t be earned through simply pre-empting a situation and expecting textbook answers to suffice. I personally have never been given to reading self-help books produced by life coaches. Quite frankly, I am very cynical of their formulae. To some extent, others can advise but how can a blanket response to a situation take into consideration so many different personalities, cultures or religious affiliations? The variables from person to person are so many that it negates the effectiveness of a ‘one size fits all’ solution. Words of advice look good on a page but close the book and most of those ideas don’t transfer well into workable solutions. That’s just my experience. How many motivational quotes on life do we read and yet the lesson is as transient as the time it takes to read them? The stark truth is that there is no escaping the fact that we will forever be the mice on that wheel until we realise that there is a higher purpose to this temporal existence.
Recently, I stumbled across a short lecture by Abdul Hakim Murrad, the Cambridge intellectual and professor who inspires me not least because he is such an eloquent speaker. (He is, in my opinion, Britain’s answer to Hamza Yusuf – another awesome orator who I admire greatly). The talk reminded the listener that Allah is with us through thick and thin. Knowing that should be comfort in itself. And it is. The reminder was timely since I have been concerned lately with financial matters amongst other routine issues. However, Murrad’s advice reminded me that Allah is indeed with me. Even if others desert and disappoint, I know I am in the company of an infinitely superior Presence. No human could take the place of divine company. The only condition of being remembered by Ar-Razzaq (The Provider) is to remember He is the source and the solution – all in one. There is no escaping that spiritual reality.
Whilst that knowledge in itself may not actually change my situation, it is a huge comfort. It is yoga for the soul – the spiritual exercise that in turn regulates the heart when it flutters. It is the morphine that controls emotional piques in times of mental disarray. It is the perfect antidote to all the stresses that cause us to keel over in pain. This is no exaggeration. I can bear witness to that experience myself. When I have become consumed with worries about this or that and eventually return to the default mode where Allah is the centrifugal force in my world, I see that stress dissipates instantly, Alhamdulillah.
So, I write today as a reminder to myself that everything in this life will come to pass. That is an outcome I can’t avoid. I don’t say that in a morbid or depressing tone. I say it so as to remember that I shouldn’t let any problem consume me. I need to step back and look at things from a distance. Just as I have learnt to let go of those who come in and out of my life, so too the same applies to circumstances. Nothing is fixed or permanent. Even the darkest days will pass. I can’t prescribe my formula for survival onto others; I am not a life coach. However, in very broad terms, I can say that as long as Allah remains the focal point of my life, there is really nothing to fear. That is the one lesson I would share with anyone looking for appeasement or reassurance. There are many roads to Allah and we all travel our unique journeys but as long as the destination is the same, inshaAllah it is an adventure well worth setting off for.
Lately, I have been feeling restless. Like a bird, I want to fly and take off somewhere and try something new. Migration. The economy isn’t looking good, life is becoming expensive and like everyone else, I am feeling squeezed financially. But it’s not just money concerns. For the longest time, I have always wanted to do something wholesome with my life beyond being a mother. As rewarding as that role is, there is a part of me that feels the need to be out there beyond my four walls and making a difference to someone else’s life, however modest that contribution may be. That ‘something’ which I am seeking will probably never be fulfilled in the West. Though I was born in the UK and the corollary suggests that this must be home, I have never felt it to be. Being a person of colour and a Muslim, my entitlement to that claim is like trying to cling onto a slippery ladder and get to the top – an ever-elusive goal. Wider (white) society will always remind me that I need to prove myself (to them). That I am not prepared to do.
Keeping in Touch… more with Phones than Friends
Unfortunately, the social fabric in Western society is virtually threadbare. It is coming apart at the seams. Through the gaping holes, so many of us have fallen. The internet age has successfully connected us with others across the globe and yet we have lost the skill of connecting with our immediate neighbours and communities. It is the other (technological) pandemic that nobody talks about and has yet indiscriminately contaminated so many pockets of different populations across the globe. Real human transactions are lacking in the public domain so much so that many people can go a whole day without having spoken to a single soul. How tragic is that?
I am not naïve to think that Eastern cultures have been spared from this ideological malaise. They do not provide the Utopic antidote to the West. They have been emulating Western values or habits for years and have now seemingly lost touch with their own rich cultural heritages. It is indeed a lamentable fact. Perhaps I am romanticising the past thinking life was richer socially even if not financially. Yet I was a child of the pre-internet age and can testify to a different type of childhood compared to what I see youngsters experiencing now. So, no. It isn’t a romantic figment of my imagination.
I know I can’t escape the temporal reality of life and all that it brings. I can’t run away from a situation just because things have gotten difficult. A true strength of character is to confront problems head on and fight. This is in keeping with my Muslim identity – to accept the challenges Allah places before us and consult the integrity of our spiritual beings to resolve the issue at hand. But sometimes, my rationale betrays my emotions and the result is that I feel mentally exhausted; I don’t have the will to go on. On the other hand, I know I have been in difficult situations before and have faith this one too will pass.
Like the bird that flies from a tree and finds liberation in the infinite sky, I pray too that I can spread my wings and head towards a new horizon.
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