A weak neck and I shall not be able to move freely...ever

You know, today was the day that the results of my first Qualifying Examination was released and thankfully I am well on my way to becoming a fully qualified professional Inshallah. To the main point I write this right now. While this was a topic of discussion between a friend and I recently, I guess it truly only hit home when actually caring too much made me realise how true and important such an individual is in someones life....

A strong woman...

Many people, generally men and a few "old-fashioned" females, will insist that there should not be a place in society for a strong woman. But I have to disagree. It is always said that the HEAD of the household is the man and the wife is the NECK. Well, without a strong neck, how will the head be held high.

Now, I do not mean that the neck controls the head. In Islam, it is stated that the man is the head of the family (for reasons I will not get into right now). However, he together with his wife, must lead their family forward for the sake and pleasure of Allah alone. Nowhere is it stated that one controls the other. Hence, if the male is the head, then he needs to have able support or even guidance. He needs a wife that is strong enough to guide him when his brain is thinking wrong. To make him look in the right direction when he chooses to look elsewhere. To bring him on the right path, when his senses may tempt him elsewhere. A strong woman is needed for that. Not, again, to control him but to effectively work together for harmonious functioning for the rest of the family.

Now, how do we define a strong woman? Some may say a physically strong woman (I feel sorry for those meek husbands). Others may say an independent woman, the fruit of the seed planted the Women's Lib movement of earlier decades where a woman is equal to a man. A strong woman by some people is defined as one who can control her man and keep him in his place. A woman who is a "free-thinker" or " power-dresser". A woman that always wants her way. However, that is not true. It simply cannot be. Expecting a major backlash of unnecessary proportions by many people, I stand by what I say. Women can never be equal to men. There are certain aspects where a woman is superior and there are certain aspects where a man is superior. There are things that only a woman can do and there are things that only a man can do (without genetic modification of course). Women and Men were created in such a manner that they complement each other. Individually they are great, but together, they are practically perfect.

Now, back to my actual topic of this article...why my thoughts here today?
A strong woman is one who knows what she wants and is willing to fight tooth and nail to get it. First and foremost, a strong woman knows her standing and devotion towards the Almighty Himself. Anything that she does is for Him and because of Him. Any man willing to love her must be willing to accept her love for Allah. A strong woman cries, not because she is weak, but because she believes so strongly and lives her life so true that when she feels that she is wronged, it hurts her deeply. She stands firmly for what she believes in, yet is strong enough to admit when she is wrong. She loves fearlessly, feels for her close ones uncontrollably and lives life simply for those that matter most.

She is not perfect, nor is she a saint. But each and every day I spend or think about her, I cannot help but feel her hand guiding me towards the right path. With her I know that we can conquer any demon put before us. A strong woman that knows her weaknesses but never gives up on her strengths. Who is always willing to do anything, provided it is the right thing. Not the easy thing, the right thing. People say that a strong woman is difficult and hard to understand. I say that it is you that is not strong enough to handle the sheer power and overwhelming presence of such a beautiful manifestation. She was brought into our lives for a reason, and she makes you stronger. She liberates you from your own demons and brings light into your life. It has allowed me to be the individual that I am. It takes a strong woman to make a man truly become a man, and it seems like she didn't even try.

The reason she is so strong is that she is lifting you, a man, to heights that he never thought he could reach. That my dear people is a strong woman and she holds your heart, because only she is strong enough to protect it.



"Look, in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with."- Juno

A necessity to blog feels just like a bogged down booger

OK, so this is a rather awkward moment for me considering the fact that I really for all my life (ok, a teeny bruised toenail part of it) felt the need to share my wisdom with the masses, which at present, stands at one very distinguised follower or fellow blooger (yes, that is not a spelling error but rather my term for us generically termed bloggers. So a blooger, I believe is far far more apt description of our predicament. Simply put, we pick our brains (through our noses- duh, booger) and then smear it vehemently on this interface to publish for all to see. Some people like boogers, others not so much. That still makes all of us bloogers- imbeciles who just wish to smear ourselves on the world, enjoy it, and let the rest decide of they enjoy savouring our boogers as much as we enjoyed picking it out and glorifying it to the world...lol.

Ok, now, why the need to blog...well, it was inspired, for all of a trip to the fridge, by a well-minded mind. Simply put, I apparently have a lot to offer in this dim vimless world. So I started this blog simply with a purpose of sharing my vision. One, oblique and tilted, enamouring me as simply an eccentric paradigm.

Now, as I got down to thinking, which is a frightening experience to say the least, what can I really say if I don't know what to say. A lot of the time when I impart my corn-bread wisdom, it is specifically related to an incident and an, or generally a pair, of individuals.

That is exactly the point, how do you impart any form of brutal verbosity when each and everyone of us are exactly that, INDIVIDUALS. Each of us have been bestowed seven traits from the infinite greatness of the Almighty Himself and so, each of us will handle things a little differently, and such need a slight variation in advice from the next person. So, if we all need different avenues to obtain a similar result, how is it that I can just write. I think that I would feel monotonous.

Now, this is not to say that I will stop giving advice on the importance of aglets- they are important, trust me...I find no purpose in rambling. I need specifics, details, etcetera and so forth.

Right now, that is what this feels like, picking my brain through my nose and just smearing it all over the interface...such a blooger...

Life is like a stubbed right big toe...

You know that life has thrown you a bit of a curve ball when you're sitting at home on a Saturday night, thinking of one thing, with nothing else to do, half asleep with drool all over the keyboard. No, I don't have the hottest woman on the planet displayed all over the screen (she's plastered all over my mind), but I simply feel worn, brain-dead and disillusioned almost. Not so much with life but rather the island of it. No matter how hard we swim we always sit in this position, on our own, with a whirlpool of ideas, a constant thought and nothing to do about it.

But I digress...

Life really is like a stubbed big right toe. Imperfect, pain-inducing, perhaps broken even from a harmless soccer game. Yet, we must realise that it just happens, through no fault of your own. All you have to do is pick yourself up and get back to playing the game.

Roger Federer...

Tiger Woods...

The South African Cricket team...(ok, no wait, this last one was not typed my hands. Definitely typed by something more deserving- my stinky toes)

All that can arguably be considered to be the greatest ever in their sports. Yet, before our very eyes, their human fallibility has been exposed showing the world that they are sheer mortals just like you and I, far removed from the great unbeatable, perfect heights that they so royally commanded. All through no fault of their own.

You could argue that Tiger brought about his own downfall through his insatiable urge to be a valuable instrument to a bicycle wheel- pomp. But I'm talking about his golf, not his affinity for gardening tools (hoes).

Yo would expect that not to affect his game. Just like Federer who seems to be happily married and has no such "arguments" in his case. Basically, life happened. They fell from the great heights they commanded and now actually feel what it is like to be you and the person sitting next to me (I'm a different story altogether). They have felt what each and every one of us have to go through in life everyday.

A simple reminder that no matter how great you call yourself or how perfect a record you may have, you are an equal amongst fools. That greatness is bestowed upon one alone and in Him do we trust. That He can cause us to stub our big toe, simply because He can and not because you deserved it. It is as I have mentioned, simply a test and a reminder. That we are indeed human, that we all make mistakes. A test in that it is not what happens that matters, that is beyond our control. What matters is the fact that we pick ourselves up, dust ourselves of and never lose sight and focus of the path that has been laid out for us.

Stubbing your toe may take you longer to walk the path, it may make you take a path that you never wanted to take. Remember, that path was never your choice to begin with. We are always led into a position in life that is best for us. What we want is not necessarily what is best for us.

So, the next time you stub your toe remember, everyone stubs their toe in one way or another. The key is that you walk it off, even if it takes longer. There is a reason you have to walk a bit slow for this part of the journey. We cannot run through everything. Walk it off, embrace the pain and still smile at the wall (world). Once you lose that ability to realise that sometimes life just happens, you lose the meaning of why we are human being, of why we have this constant stubbing of our toe, to remind us that quite frankly, life will always have some form of pain. Cry about it, it is the natural thing to do, but hate no one for that. We are all one and the same and we all are designed to make mistakes. Enjoy the ride, the view and the extra love and maybe a little pampering that you will get along the way.

"I remember every look upon your face

The way you roll your eyes
The way you taste
You make it hard for breathing

'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away
I think of you and everything's okay
I'm finally now believing"- Boys Like Girls ft Taylor Swift

The only thing that comes to a sleeping man is the innate ability to simply dream.

To those of you that take life too seriously, this is what I say...

Love, oh how I wait for thee...

Love...
Liefde...
Pyaar...
Ishq...
Amor...
Upendo...
Gra'...
The look in you eyes
The inexplicable sensation that sends shivers down your spine
Engulfs your heart in flames
Makes you weak at the knees
And giddy in your mind...
Aah yes, what a pleasure indeed...

Where does love originate from? Before, I even post the extension to that question, let me entertain you with the responses of a couple of people (2 literally, i kid you not):

Person 1: "A combination of chemicals in the brain, a little bit of lustful desire (or a lot for some) and blinded passion."

Person 2: "the inate desire for happiness which lets us see the promise of it in things we consider beautiful."

Funny enough, these were the answers without adding the following options as it was presented to me: "A feeling in the heart or chemical processes in the brain?"

Interesting the answers you get hey...

Now the first question, like that of the chicken (no, not if it can fly...oh, the irony of how that is actually linked here), but rather which came first, the chicken or the egg...so, is it the chemical reaction that causes the sensation in the heart or the heart that causes the brain to recognise the love...

This decision is actually a lot more difficult than I initially thought. I'm no Marie Curie (a scientist...and a woman...although people say I scream like a girl) so I'm not well-versed in the chemistry of he brain...but I have felt love and I can recognise it when I feel it...

Now, I am someone who I wouldn't say has found love, for I believe love is mutual, but rather identified an individual with whom I want to share the experience with. In a nutshell, when I first met said individual (see the question about chickens being able to fly above...yes, we met arguing about that) I couldn't really care for much about her. It was simply a time to "kick-ass" in an argument and move one. But, like life always does, "everything happens for a reason" as I like to quote and such, a series of events rendered me in a position where I got closer to her. We became friends and remained adamant about that to everyone who questioned otherwise. Until tragedy struck. not for wither of us, but for someone else. It took that to make me realise that she is the one. Now, here I had my mind telling me no, but my heart screaming to never let her go...it is still another discussion about the outcome of that, and indeed it is a long discussion.

So, where did it start. In my mind or in my heart...was it me recognising something beautiful and the willingness to continue that inate desire for happiness with someone who had brought it to me in such an abundant manner. Or was it chemicals in my body, craving that passion, with an inch of lust and an infatuation all around.

Maybe a bit of both...

I'd like to think of myself as a rational individual. So, I expanded this to my supposed "love" life in that I always told myself that I will never get myself involved with anyone unless I was 100% certain. That is a reflection of the mind. Then again, we tend to mould our mind to satisfy the craving of our hearts. That is a reflection of the heart. It is indeed never just one or the other, but an amalgamation of the two. A recognition that for the mind to work effectively for love it is directed by the heart, but for the heart to not reign uncontrollably it must be maintained by the mind.

Ultimately, love is a drug, a lesson learnt. It is something we all cannot live without and we wish to experience it in any shape or form. It is a drug simply because when we are stripped from the source of that love, we experience symptoms that no rehab can cure. Love is a lesson and teaches you far more than simply caring for another. It is a blinding light not apparent to everyone but found simply between two. We can debate for eternity how love comes about, but what matters more is what we do with it, how we experience it and how we learn from it. Love will only work if you use it effectively. Then you dictate where it comes from.



"Oh, we're scared to see the ending

Why are we pretending this is nothing?
I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how
I've never heard silence quite this loud"- Taylor Swift

In order to conquer, we must first survive...the same goes for love.