nothing comes easy right. without hard work you can't get anywhere. we see it in our parents. day in day out they work so hard to take care of us. how ungrateful i am that i don't even attempt to do the same. i'm not talking about attaining status in this world. i'm talking about the hereafter. to make the sacrifices and to reach for the highest. we do what we can and we assume it's enough. whereas it's really not. there's no upper limit. definitely a lower limit to how much i can sink. we justify oh we've got the basics covered. i believe. i pray. i read Quran. i fast. i give when i can. i intend to go for hajj. i'm nice to people. so yeah. i'm good to go. but what we don't realize is that sometimes what we assume is good enough we don't even know if we've got the fundamentals. a close relative of mine said what we don't sometimes accept is that Allah swt does not need us that we need Allah swt in all aspects. He can do everything without us but we cannot do anything without Him. i believe that. so why am i not living like that? probably cause it's hard. if i'm honest with myself i've started avoiding hard work because i'm afraid of failure now. which is not the type of person i want to be. i want to be the type that rises to the challenge. i don't know what happened to that side of me. it was a tad [as in very] snooty but at least i wasn't afraid of committing myself to something and then sweating it out and working through it. i hope that changes about me. every time i pray i pray i'll change. i'll change for the better inshAllah. prayer alone won't do it though. my actions. my deeds. they have to change for me to change. prayer and work side by side. so please pray for my venture for hard work

drove under phattak in lhr. i'm a local now

p.s. td and i'm not bragging!

oh man do i hate these desi soap operas? especially the ones that have all those hindu songs in the back parichparachparuchkata *head shake, head shake* karichkarachkaruchpata. ugh. like lali said. it takes himmat [courage] to sit through them

tired of this idea of "american" islam. pffft. there's only one islam. all these hang ups on identity crisis. why do people have to think they need to make up one to fit their culture? a little arrogant on their part that they need to adjust it to their needs or wants

eee! my cousin's getting married *shriek* and all the girls are gonna wear the same clothes but with different colors. we're gonna wear chunriii eee!!!

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ushi loaned me this sweater and these socks and now i'm all fuzzy all the time *snuggle*

the other night i was watching west side story. as in we flipped through and i recognized it instantly. and i kept returning to it and everyone in the room would ask why are we watching this? and i didn't have the courage to say because when you're a jet, you're a jet all the way! but i had to play it cool boy, real cool. ofcourse that didn't keep me from humming i like to be in america! ok by me in america! everything free in america! [broheme i know you can relate buddy boy]

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now here's the coolest cat

garden gnomes are weird. not weird good. but weird you're creepin' me out man. i don't care what time it is. those grotesque features can't be cute in the day time. scary little buggers at any time of the night even. i don't know why people like them. i can't bring myself to even acknowledge why people would voluntarily make that purchase *shudder* [if you guys knew how i yelled everything i just wrote in my head it would have been a way more enjoyable post]

jummah mubarak! so this is one crazy jummah. i'm all puffy. shut up. more so than usual. actually i think i might be allergic to something. itching everywhere. and my feet and hands are swollen so much that i can't say my prayers comfortably. it shouldn't be as funny as it is to me

guy next to me had the adhan as his ringtone. dude. is that really necessary? not every call has to be the call to prayer. knowwhadamsayin'

students here scare me. last night i was crazy apprehensive about my exam today. which went well alhumdulillah. so i called up a kid i know from school and he's like listen relax yaar just study this this this. he gave me a list of maybe 10 things. out which 9 were on the exam. what the hell dude? how do they know this stuff? i. being the worrier that i am. studied everything else anyway because i didn't want to take my chances. not that i didn't trust him. just that you never know and at the end of the day you're the one who has to be in there testing alone and i don't like to miss anything. so yeah. they believe in selective studying here where they memorize the questions they know that are going to be on the exam. how they know is beyond me. my friend was probably just being stupid but he said that the guy who photocopies the exams who probably hasn't completed 10th grade helped them out. should i believe him? he did know 9 out of 10. das whack

25 days off starting tomorrow. who wants to visit me?

you remember how big what the dilly yo was? good God. glad that's over with

i'm one of those obnoxious people who don't change the subject in the subject line when replying whether the email has anything to do with the subject or not. in fact it goes on and on unless i start up another round of emails. now you know everything about me

cold clammy clinging feeling about me. maybe i'm coming down with something. maybe it's just exam anxiety

i've got an exam in a few days that i'm crazy nervous about. can i get some duas please? specifics please. even if you don't know my name Allah swt will know who you're talking about. jazakAllah kher

made a mess at aniraz's

got a mehndi to go to but no churiyaan :(

you need to check this which i ganked from my friend

jummah mubrook

i have a pretty common name. both first and last. first name's common in my country and the muslim world in general. last name's common in my country. for the 13 years i didn't live here i met nobody with my first name so when i came here to live i was always surprised and would show my excitement with an "oh, i'm a [insert real name whether first or last here] too!" not realizing how undistinguished i sounded. kher. what i was getting at is that i like my name. alhumdulillah. it's a good name. when i was introduced to a friend of mine he started reciting parts of the Quran where the woman i was named after is mentioned. that made me smile so much my cheeks hurt afterwards. he's the only one who's made me feel so special about it. and i always remember that he did. that's why we're friends. oh for other reasons too. but mostly that. if that sounds egotistical it's not supposed to. it's just an appreciation i have of someone who changed my outlook on many things but also this was a gift he gave of sorts

you guys need to go over to get yo' groove on and say something

na ah. this is my 1000th post *bow*

i've got a crush on the naked chef. i figured out why today. it's the lisp. my cousin lali said the following to the tv on my confession "i love you jamie oliver" and when i politely informed her that i was going to let the world know she's like "i did. i don't now. i'm so over him. he's so yesterday" i have witnesses. my cousin td will testify

whatchu watchin'? here's something else to look at

if i was really cool i would study. you know, the reason i got up early today. yeah

funny story about the color purple. not the movie. just the color. back in the day when we was young. much younger than today. my younger brother, broheme, and i made up ways to make fun of my younger sister, hbiddy. and by fun of i mean to make her cry. one of them was...only fat people wear purple. we only said it because she was wearing purple that day. by chance every fat person we pointed out was wearing purple that day. it served the purpose of making her cry. over the years we pushed the joke further and cemented the saying. making it impossible for that person to wear purple in order to avoid ridicule. i need to be wearing purple after what i committed this weekend

where's mah eidi at? [girls, you have to say it in a man voice with a bad attitude] oh yeah whose got eid pics? notice how non chalant i am with that "oh yeah"

jummah mubarak eid mubarak wa kul am wa antum be kher!

churiyaaaaaaaaaaan! *clink clink clink*

a friend of mine contested my cuteness as a baby. this is to forever prove it and to concrete the fact that it's in the family only

reason number 498752943590842309544 why i dig living here: masjids within walking distance

d'you know 'bout this?

Look for Doctors Without Borders/Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF) in tonight's episode of "Rx for Survival" airing on your local PBS station.

see for a while i only had pbs while i was in college because i had the tv moved into my bedroom which i didn't like but had done by my juijitsu buddies out of spite. so this relatively huge tv was where i had a love hate relationship with pbs. love because i was watching clean educational stuff all the time every time and hate because i had only that to watch. anyway that's another story for another time dearies. wish i was watching this tonight

happy birthday ush baba ganush!
p.s. thanks for the spiffy background