Before I make a start,
I would like to make a short comment on something off topic to my
post tonight.
I would like to say
Rest in Peace to the three students in North Carolina who were shot
and I apologise on behalf of the media which makes your lives seem
worthless because you are nothing but Muslims. In this world, and the
time we live in now, unless you are a Muslim behind a gun or behind a
huge terrorist plan, you will not make the headlines.
To the little Moroccan
boy who was held down under a security guard's foot whilst he stepped
on your head with his military boots in a station in Sweden, stay
strong and show the world your faith. Faith makes you stronger.
Today’s aim of this
post was to write a few things about what inspires me and drives me
out of bed but I felt this had to addressed before I could make a
start.
Without further ado...
What inspires me?
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| They have so little yet smile and run around with eachother on the streets. (Bangladesh - Chittagong) |
Vague question, hard to
narrow down but one thing which inspires me is seeing people who have
been through a lot in life: challenges, problems, success,
everything, but still carry on with life trying to make a better
change and successful future. (Especially those who are humble about
it)
People who smile no
matter the circumstance – this inspires me. Everyday we pass people
who smile at us. This could be a cover up of their traumatic life but
they still choose to share a smile with us. I admire these people.
My family inspire me:
My parents – they inspire me to love. To solve issues before it is
too late. To be childish yet take the best care of my children.
(Note: I am not married nor am I a mother, but when I am, God
Willing, I want to raise my children the way my did us)
My mother inspires me
to be a good woman and to be a good wife to whoever my husband may
be. My father inspires me with his dedication to his job which he
only works to make ends meat for his family. He has given up a lot
for the satisfaction of not himself but for his grown ass children.
(We vary from ages 32 to 20)
My siblings all come
from professional backgrounds and growing up, all I have seen them do
is study and learn new things to improve themselves. I have seen them
take endless exams to get good jobs and this inspires me to follow
the same path.
My friends – My
closest friends who have characteristics of their own but all share
one common characteristic of faith. When we discuss Islam together,
share stories, experiences etc., they inspire me to get more in touch
with my Deen.
What makes me go crazy?
When I am explaining
something over and over and someone still doesn't understand what I
am saying.
People who chew with
their mouth open and make the 'chppp chppp' noise. (I have learnt to
control my fist in situations like these)
People who leave the
door open.
What drives me out of
bed in the morning?
Knowing that this day
will not come again and I only have one chance to live today as it
comes. Everyday is a new experience and I look forward to each day
even if it is not the best of days.
The laughter I know I
will laugh with family and friends.
To educate myself (also
because I know I will be paying back £27,000 for tuition fees, so
getting out of bed is not an option).
The sunshine (on days
it is sunny) and the sunset.
My imagination of me in
the shoes of a top notch journalist somewhere in the Middle East
reporting for the world to see.
Knowing that my smile
may liven up one person's day or have an impact on someone.
The thought that I may
be able to do a good deed.
Knowing that God chose
to let me live another day.
(AND MY ALARM)
So that's that.
If you haven't already, read my previous blog
http://salaamsalma.blogspot.co.uk/2015/02/childhood-memories-february-blogging.html
http://salaamsalma.blogspot.co.uk/2015/02/childhood-memories-february-blogging.html
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