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Rās as-Sanah al-Hijriyah

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Today marks the first day of month Muḥarram of year 1434 H, the start of a new Islamic calendar year.

Hiǧrah (also transliterated as Hijrah), in general, means migration. Historically, in Islam, the said word holds a high importance in Islamic religious dates as it was the day when Nabī Muḥammad SAW migrated from Makkah (Mecca) to Madīnah (Medina). Still, its significance shouldn’t be restricted to the historical point-of-view, as hiǧrah is more than just a geographical transition. In essence, it signifies a quest for a setting more beneficial to constructive and continuous endeavour, and a progression of moving to that environment.

With the battle scars I’ve acquired along the way, my transition hasn’t always been easy, thus far. And owing to that, there were times when it was easy to overlook how great, meaningful and gratifying the journey has been, also the small accomplishments that I’ve achieved along the way. But ultimately, I hope that I’ll persevere and make myself a better person through it, for I know, my personal hiǧrah can be the most powerful single learning experience of my life…inšāʾAllāh.

Written by SZA

15 November 2012 at 8:09 AM

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Spilt Half-Full Glass Can Be Refilled

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 Spilt Half-Full Glass

[Photo: Author’s mind-blowing artistic depiction of reality. Cue the standing ovation. Thank you.]

The problem with extreme idealism (to the point of being way too naïve about human beings) is, you’ll get hurt if it ever backfires you. Your half-full glass is spilt, your rose-tinted glasses are broken, and rainbows and sunshine are chased away by stormy clouds. And you’ll never look at anyone the same way again.

However, that’s the thing about optimists, we they’re like a boomerang. They might be thrown to the far end of the universe, only to come back again to forgive, forget and be happy. The glass is refilled, those broken glasses are replaced by a new pair, and the day turns bright and sunny again. Sure, there are always risks of going through the dark times again--betrayal, lies, psychological pain, and what have you. However, for the ever-optimists, it sure beats the alternative: being a jaded soul.

And come to think of it, naïvete is not an absolute stupidity, it’s an absolute sincerity of the soul. And by God, with kind of world we are living in, we certainly need more good faith around us and to persevere in the face of negativity. ʾĀmīn.

Written by SZA

14 March 2012 at 10:10 PM

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Words Revisited

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So I’d said, not necessarily verbatim, this to someone some weeks back:

‘I want to lead a varied life. A life full of variety. But at the same time, I don’t want to be a jack-of-all-trades and master of none--I want to be good at something, too.’

After the talk, I didn’t quite archive those words in my mental file cabinet. I re-thought about what I’d said. I analyzed my thoughts thoroughly by breaking the words down and processing them mentally (if this doesn’t indicate that I’m a woman, I don’t know what else does). Then finally, I found out that I do want to be a Johnny Janey do-it-all, afterall. I do want to have a broader range of skills instead of a set of special skills. I do want to be a generalist (generalism, in my newly-amended opinion, is way understated). Ergo, jack-of-all-trades is what I shall be from now on.

Besides, don’t you think this adage holds true?

Jack of all trades, master of none; certainly better than a master of one.

Written by SZA

30 November 2011 at 1:11 PM