أختكم

All posts are reminders to myself first & foremost. الله عالم

Finally back in Tumblr after 3 years of living in Turkey where the app is banned! Going through my old posts is such a nostalgic feeling, like meeting an old friend.

Islam has brought me to places beyond my wildest dreams and let people into my life who I couldn’t have even imagined.

Being a Muslim from the hood hits different.

Seek everything by leaving everything.

I’m going through this huge wake up call and it’s like I’m stumbling around a little trying to find my way through but at least I’m awake.

I’ve yet to confess this to anyone I know and I may actually never but last night I saw about 10 shooting stars.

By this time in my life, I always assumed I’d be settled. Settled in terms of happiness I guess. But maybe life isn’t about feeling content at any point. I’d like to dream that eventually, maybe when I’m 70, I can sit in my home and be totally at peace. But part of me is starting to realize that life may never be settled; life may be a continuous cycle of reinventing yourself and chasing the next goal.

I’m Arab enough that my 15 year old brother is in charge of me when we’re out just us two (I’m in my mid20s) but not Arab enough for my parents to clothe, feed, and house me as an adult or take me on elaborate all expenses paid trips to Dubai.

I’m scared to lose myself again.

I keep my blessings and tests so private that when I finally post about any change in my life people be like, “omg so random” No, dear. It’s you. You’re random!