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Laid open.  Bare.  Exposed. Naked.
It’s as though the innards of the secret between us have been dissected, surgically exposed, a scalpel taken to us.
Reading over the electronic past, a realisation that nothing should have changed dawns upon me; an angry dark cloud, obscuring the hurt, exposing the pain.  But it did.  And it changed in [...]

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Belated shock at the number of references to punishment and Hell-fire overtook any initial pleasure, threatening to invade and engulf the tranquillity gained through the logical grammatical constructions of the Holy Qur’aan.  The words curling upwards, forever upwards, pointing to a Heaven unseen.
Flick.  Flick.  Flick.  Mercy.  Fornicators.  Punishment.  Paradise.  Hell-fire.  Forgiveness.  Torment.  Repent.  The [...]

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That is the way of the Muslim woman.  The way that we are all expected to follow; similar to the inevitable life cycle of a plant, the natural order of the universe.  The way the planets are aligned around the sun, orbiting the golden orb endlessly, suspended perpetually in limbo, inevitably turning, turning.  It’s natural.
 
Thus, [...]

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Work.  Otherwise known as school.  
“What?  You’re still at school?” the auntie-types ask when they meet me.  
“I’m a teacher.” 
Nodding their heads in approval they murmur, “Nice, nice; great profession for a woman,” they applaud, patting me absent-mindedly on the arm as they silently muse over who would be a suitable spouse for me; would Jamila’s son [...]

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Haven’t you heard? Muslims do it five times a day. Or at least we’re supposed to.

But how do they find time? Well, many drop everything and get down right there where they’re standing; others prefer to wait until the opportunity arises, after all, they’re at work for goodness sake. For a few, it’s easy, the [...]

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When life gets in the way I find I have no time to sit and look at the simple things. Look at the patterns on the prayer mat, so intricately intertwined, after praying; the shadows cast over the garden by the trees, a temporary mark on the face of the world; the look of content [...]

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There are certain people in the world who get affected by everything.  People; what they say seems to resonate for years and years, they take things at face value, not realising that people speak without sincerity of intention. 
                “Oh of course you can come round whenever you like in years to come, when you’re [...]

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So after reading another blog post, I was inspired to write this…I hope the guy doesn’t mind me seizing inspiration from his idea!
To set the scene, the post was basically detailing different personality types and different types of Muslim girls, and this got me thinking, although it’s hard to bracket people into different camps, labelling [...]

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