July 30, 2015

A Daddy’s Letter to his Little Girl About Her Future Husband

(Pic Credit: Virolnova.com)

Dear Cutie-Pie,

Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”

It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.

And I got angry.

Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”

Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)

If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.

Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be kept interested, because he knows you are interesting:

I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.

I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.

I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.

I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.

I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.

I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.

I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.

In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:
You.

Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.

Your eternally interested guy,
Daddy

P/s: I came across this open letter in Viralnova.com about few months ago. The letter just show how deeply the fatherly love towards his daughter. As I read it, I do felt that my dad would also have this kinds of feeling if the time come, inshaAllah... Above all, the main point is that just be yourself and never intend to be someone else.

July 29, 2015

To Being the Bride….

I came across this poem in IOU Blog.
When first I do read it, I do agree with every line that written in the poem.
Immediately I would like to share this masterpiece in here, my abandon blog for past year.
My last post is in 31st July 2014.
It nearly a year and alhamdullilah I managed to spill something here.
So here is the poem...

 To Being the Bride….

From cradle to being the bridal,
Her marriage is always on arrival,
Since the day she’s born,
Till she gets her own crown.

Her fantasies begin,
From the time she giggles,
When the only conversation
Is how to get Mr Wiggles.

When she finally settles,
To what she thinks twinkles,
Making her no longer
Waiver her dreamers.

She reaches her destination,
With her partner in addition,
Wishing of her mission,
Has finally completed her ambition.

As the days pass,
She dwells in confusion,
It’s absolutely nothing
she had in cognition.

Her perception,
of having him as Mohammad,
She being his Khadija,
After all was an illusion.

Slowly realizing,
She hasn’t sacrificed at all,
How could she think,
He would cry for her after all.

Here is the point,
Which I want to say to all,
Love isn’t easy
As we imagine in all.

Perfection
can never be in of its creation,
Hence expectation
Is bound to break the implications

Weakness
will always be in subjection
Hence learn to forgo
And accept the conditions

Love is a matter of situation
Created by the Majesty of Formation
To Him we belong and all the attributions
Hence, turn to Him in all your frustrations,

Not to overlook in your fascinations
Be in the state of  regular invocation
Wait for His response in obligation
As He promised He will be your commendation.

Amatullah
(http://blog.islamiconlineuniversity.com/to-being-the-bride/)