The last 10 days of Ramadan are full of Divine Mercy and Grace. I’m grateful for this time of the year no matter how raggedy my Ramadan is because of the fact that I feel like this is when Allah’s Mercy outweighs Allah’s Wrath. I wish there were more I could say about this because the situation in Gaza doesn’t feel like a manifestation of that Mercy. Same re: the missing Nigerian girls, or any number of messed up global crises that are running concurrently.
I told a friend of mine that when I want something to happen, I pray for it. She was like, “That’s it?”
I was offended because I was like what more do I need to do. I pray and then I walk away, right?
That’s what I thought for years until very recently.
There is something to be said for action. There is something to be said for using whatever you have at your fingertips to make someone’s life better. Prayer is great, but I am learning as I round out my 30s that prayer is a great starting point.. .but it’s not the finish line. I wish it was. God knows I wish it was.
So I’m making the intentions to fast these last few days cand bring in ‘Eid with God-consciousness and action.
i hope and pray that y’all’s home stretch is full of mercy and love and wonderment. Allah shows you yourself every Ramadan. And we have that time in between the appearance of this month to work on what we see. There are some things I’ve wanted to work on for the last half dozen Ramadan’s at least. And I think I’m finally close to ready.
Ramadan Mubarak y’all.
Sometimes I want to change the title of this blog to untitled.
Sometimes I want to go back in time and change some things that would allow me to still have access to my myspace and first facebook accounts.
Sometimes I want to live more than I want to write about it. I feel hyper connected sometimes and i just really want to disconnect.
Sometimes I want to curl up in a ball and smell my momma.
Sometimes I want to curl up in my wife’s lap while she tries to do my hair.
Sometimes I wish my mom would give my wife a chance. They’d get along well but my mom isn’t there yet so.. just like I want to be respected for where I’m at, I have to let her be where she is….but I miss her.
Sometimes I wish things stayed the same… or that things changed in the same way each time.
Sometimes I want to eat an entire cheese pizza.
"I’m gettin’ tired of the drama- bossman said he would fire me. I told I would gladly do the honors so I just quit, cause this work shit got my dreams on pause like a comma."Phonte of Little Brother
“Two Step Blues” The GetBack (via life-via-fo-eyes)
Hyper-intellectual, spiritually sexual, woman lover, womanist, lover of love.. .I could go on for days. In the end, I'm a grown woman who has finally decided to love unconditionally.
As I step back and notice what I am drawn to... I see myself loving Muslim, Queer, comedy, racial minority, woman, music, love.