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My Take On The LGBT Community

Dear Readers,

I got triggered.

I’ve been keeping my mouth shut for quite a while now, but I personally think it’s time I say something.

So what exactly triggered me? Well, there was this video of LGBT acceptance in Sri Lanka which led me to refer the comments on it. Like you probably would have guessed by now, the comment section was filled with so much hate.

Here are a few of the comments,

“The bus should be driven straight to the nearest hospital for treatment.” 

“Here comes the cultural destruction of Sri Lanka, let’s call it for what it is, let’s not disguise immorality with “acceptance” and “kindness” to normalize it.”

“Homosexuality is a disease of mind, same as pedophiles who so-called ‘prefer’ children. Unnatural shit getting promoted. That’s all what this is about. I have no problem with gays or LGBT wierdos doing what they do, in private. It’s that they try to shove their so called ‘pride’ in other people’s faces. Please just do your hideous things in closed rooms. And one thing, see, almost no one gave a single fuck about your rainbow butterfly chickenshit anyway.”

“A fast growing disease in western countries now in SL. WTF?” 

“Yeaaaaaaaaakkk!!!! Homos…………. Who brought them here?” 

First of all, just what? Are you kidding me?

Let me tell you what I believe in and support, loud and clear, before you start coming to conclusions like me being gay.

I do NOT support homosexuality. Maybe it’s because my religion doesn’t, maybe it’s because of my Sri Lankan culture, maybe I just don’t think it’s human nature, but that doesn’t matter. I just don’t.

Me not supporting homosexuality doesn’t mean I hate homosexuals. Why would I? Homosexuality doesn’t make people who they are! If you love people for their sexual preference, you’ve clearly got a huge problem there. You should love people for who they are, not for their sexual preference.

Me not supporting homosexuality basically means that I wouldn’t say “I support homosexuality”. Simply because I don’t, and I wouldn’t want to lie to myself or the world about anything. Even that, maybe I would later on. Just to show the world that I (being a Muslim) don’t hate homosexuals and they shouldn’t either. Who knows?

Hate is a weak emotion, a sign of failure.

This applies to any kind of hate at all. From hating people without hurting them (and their feelings) at all, all the way to a massive act of terror.

The funniest thing is how people love to point out other peoples “immorality”. For crying out loud, get your own morals sorted out first. If you were actually a moral person, you wouldn’t be pointing out others faults (or ‘so called faults’ in your mind) in the first place.

Yes, I do understand that you are “entitled to your own opinion”. However, if your opinion is one of hate, I recommend you respect yourself and respect others and keep your opinions to yourself. Seriously! You are not getting yourself anywhere by expressing hate.

Also, who are you to judge other people? Do you think you are God? Well, let me tell you something. You are not. Only God can judge us for what we do. So why do you even bother? Is there something you get out of it?

Come on people! We are only humans. We all do things, right and wrong. We all have different likes and dislikes. We all have different things we support. We are all different. There is only one thing which keep us alike. Our humanity.

Are we really going to let our humanity disappear? I hope not!

With Love.

 

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Haters Gonna Hate – Potatoes Gonna Potate

Dear Haters,

I am flattered that I’m always a trending topic in your life. I have so much more in store for you. 

Please be patient.

Sincerely,

Me.

Have you ever felt like no matter how good a person is, s/he will always have haters? 

It’s true. It is the norm these days. 

The reason behind this is because people identify themselves as their egos. For a lot of us, hate is an easy way out. Hate is easy, whereas love takes courage. 

But is hate a stronger emotion than love? 

Don’t be ridiculous. Of course not! 

The thing about love is that love is less showy. Love is slow and steady. On the contrary however, hate is obvious. Hate is loud and shrill. 

Here’s the tough one, 

What do you do when you get hate? 

  • Do you run and hide within the safety of your walls? 
  • Do you ignore the hate? 
  • Do you talk about it to someone else?
  • Do you confront the hater? OR
  • Do you keep the hate coming? 

All these are things you can do about it. Which one/s do you? 

If it is something to do behind the screen I would recommend you ignore it, talk about it to someone else or confront the hater (if you are bold enough). Whatever you are more comfortable doing.

Why? 

You can’t be running and hiding from something which is not your fault. Ignoring hate might seem like the exact same thing, but it isn’t. There is a fine line between the two. The fine line being, ignoring hate means you are a wise person. 

You can always talk about it to someone else if you aren’t strong enough to handle it on your own. Oh darling, there is nothing wrong with not being strong enough. We are all different. Our strengths, our limits, they are not the same and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. So the next time you feel like you can’t handle it, promise me you’ll talk about it to someone else? 

Wonderful! 

Confronting the hater doesn’t mean you go and whack the living daylights out of him/her. You don’t wanna do that because you’ll most probably end up in prison. 

Yes, really!

So what do you do? Go and ask the hater why s/he hates you and see if you can resolve the problem behind it. It could always be a misunderstanding. If not, ask them to not try so hard because they are only wasting their time hating you. 

Haters gonna hate, just like potatoes gonna potate. 

However, if all this hate is on screen, from your blog for instance, then what do I recommend? 

Keep them haters coming. Blow them kisses and give them a warm welcome to your blog.  

Why? 

They are going to provide you and your readers with the most hilarious, most naive comments ever! 

They think they are putting you down, but in reality they are only giving your blog more and more views than people who don’t hate you. 

All’s well, that ends well. 

Remember – 

Haters are gonna see you walk on water and say that’s because you can’t swim. 

This is all assuming you are a good person who has done nothing wrong to deserve hate. 

If not, get your shit sorted out! Don’t do things to deserve hate, that’s awful.

With Love.

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A Thank You Letter To God

Dear God,

This letter is something I’ve been wanting to write for a long long time. I’m so glad that I’m finally doing it!

Have I told you that I love you? I love you with all my heart! I am eternally grateful to you for everything you’ve done for me. Specifically though, I’m most grateful for these things you’ve done for me.

1. Thank you for making sure I was born to a Muslim family! Thank you for making it so easy for me to become a Muslim. While I do truly believe in Islam deeply, I don’t think I would have had the strength to convert to Islam from any other religion (major respect to people who’ve done so) because I wouldn’t want to become a disappointment to my family, no matter how much I believed in you. I am most eternally grateful to you for that.

2. Thank you for my amazing parents! My parents are truly the most wonderful parents ever! They have raised me up to become the lady I am with so much love and care, they are always there for me through thick and thin. While I do realize that most parents are like this to their children, my parents understand me deeply (I know a lot of children with parents who don’t understand them), and for that, I am blessed. I also see multiple cases in TV, where parents ill treat their children. Throw them away in garbage dumps when they are born, abandon them in far away places and even go to the extent of killing their own children. Thank you for giving me the privilege of being born as my parents’ child. No matter what our problems may be, no matter the struggle, it couldn’t get any better than them. 

3. Thank you for my amazing best-friend! Oh I was very careful with my word choice there, but I know you know what’s on my mind. I’m sorry that I fell in love with my best-friend if you think I shouldn’t have. It so happens that society has changed, and it’s difficult to not fall in love with someone. It’s not my parents fault. If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine. 100% percent. But the thing is, I know you love me more than anyone else. I know you’ll forgive me if it’s something seriously wrong. I know that my happiness means a lot to you. I am the happiest I’ve ever been when I’m with him dear God, you already know that. He has always been there for me, you already know that too. They say that everyone has a soulmate. I believe that he is my soulmate dear God. I pray every single day for your blessings to get us married and keep us together in heaven as well.

There are so much more things I am grateful for, but the list would just go on and on because I am grateful for everything you’ve done dear God. That everything is a humongous lot.

I know there are so many people who are getting more and more distant from you lately, but I promise I never will go there. I hope and pray that people will only get closer and not further apart from you.

Thank you for the gift of life! It truly is the most beautiful thing in the world.

With Love,

Just Another Believer.

 

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The Superficial Likes

Do you ever get frustated with consecutive ‘likes’ you get by the same person at the same time?

I do.

I can’t imagine why someone would ‘like’ my articles without even reading them (I know they haven’t because you obviously can’t read 10 articles in less than a minute). It’s the most annoying thing in the world to know that people don’t even know what you are sharing, but they ‘like’ your post anyway.

I do understand that there are plenty of people who genuinely like your content and press the like button and that’s perfect. However, the problem is that, it’s so easy to like something now, that everyone likes everything.

This is a kind request to my readers. Please only ‘like’ my articles if you genuinely actually think it is good. If you have the time, please drop down a comment too because who doesn’t find comments more real than likes?

‘Likes’ have become so superficial but nevertheless so important in people’s lives. Specially among young teenagers and young adults, and specially in social media like Facebook and Instagram.

Why? Well, what I feel is that people aren’t confident in their own skin. They have this constant need to get validation from other people about how good they look and what they are doing with their lives.

There is a thirst for social media acceptance. It has gone so far that there’s people who actually skip the wait and straight out ask you or drop a hint asking you to like their status or picture. Have you not experienced that?

Facebook has made it so that we can like almost anything, photos, posts, comments and even what the other person says in a conversation. In the near future it’ll even have an option where you can like a person on Facebook. How absurd is that?

I guess we are all guilty of at least one point in our lives checking our phones only a minute after we post something on social media just to see how many likes we’ve managed to accumulate.

While you can’t really say no to that habit immediately, given the norm of the society, I think it’s important that we all grow up and realise that there’s more important things to do with our lives than accumulate likes. It’s important to know that we don’t need the approval or validation of other people to be happy about who we are.

With Love.

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The Best Tips On Dealing With Stress

Dear Stress,

Let’s break up.

Sincerely, Me.

Stress is not what happens to us, it’s our response to it what happens. Response, is something we can choose.

Saying that, here’s a few tips on how to deal with stress.

This is the list I’ve written down in my notebook to deal with exam stress. I think this is ideal for students who are studying for an exam. If you aren’t a student studying for an exam, read this list anyway. Why? It’s bound to help any human. Don’t lie to yourself, I know you are stressed about something.

First things first – Relax for God’s sake! It’s good for you.

  • Meditate – This is a very common solution which is neglected very often. Doesn’t mean you have to roll your fingers and place them on either side of your knees. Just give your brain a rest, close your eyes, and meditate. Just for a few minutes per day.

  • Focus on your senses and breathe deeply – When your stressed, drop what you are doing for 5 minutes and focus only on one behavior with awareness. This could be the sound of rain, the feel of your skin, the smell of your clothes (preferably nice things).

  • Talk about it – Stress isn’t something you should deal with alone. There’s nothing to be ashamed of being stressed, everyone has been there at least once in their life. They know what you are going through. Talk about it to someone you trust, someone you can rely on. It’s very important to NOT bottle your feelings inside you. Don’t have someone to talk to? You can talk to me anytime.

  • Decompress – Close your eyes and relax your muscles. Relax all the muscles you possibly can, your face, neck, chest, back etc.. Place a warm heat wrap around your neck and shoulders for about 10 – 15 minutes if you feel like you need a really good treatment.

  • Get moving – Workout. Stretch your arms and legs. Dance. Go for a quick walk. Take the stairs up and down instead of the elevator. I’m not going to say it, but you and I know that there’s a lot you can do to get moving. So go ahead, get it done.

  • Laugh Out Loud – Lighten up yo! Read a comic. Chat with someone who makes you smile. It’s not going to kill you if you tune into your favorite comedy show in the middle of your work. Just make sure you don’t binge watch the entire season and forget about all your work.

  • Crank up the tunes – Listen to your favorite song. A song that gets you on your feet. Just crank up the volume, but make sure this doesn’t happen.

  • Eat dark chocolate – There’s really nothing more to say to this. Researchers found that eating the equivalent of one average-sized dark chocolate candy bar (1.4 ounces) each day for two weeks reduced levels of the stress hormone cortisol as well as the “fight-or-flight” hormones known as catecholamines in highly stressed people. You didn’t need to know that to get you eating dark chocolate, did you?

  • Be grateful – Last but definitely not the least. Have a gratitude journal (or use your phone for it), and jot down all the things that are good in your life. Remember to take it out and read it when you are stressed, and be happy about all of them good things.

That is that. Thank me later.

With Love.

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My Morning Routine – Why I Schedule Everything

Aloha readers!

I realized I may be overwhelming your email inbox with articles, and I’m not sure if you like it or not. I read somewhere that you shouldn’t overwhelm your reader with too many articles – unless you are Shakespeare or J.K. Rowling maybe. Also with my exams being only a month away, I decided to plan out a schedule – even for my blogs.

Scheduling could be a very effective tool for time management and help you immensely actually (if you want it to help you and take it seriously). It helps to not waste time thinking “What do I do now?” and start working on your next ‘thing to do’ immediately.

It doesn’t mean that you are a ‘boring ‘person because you aren’t spontaneous. It means that you are clearly aware of all the things you have to do, and you want them done.

Since when does being smart mean you are boring? Absurd.

Starting from today (at-least until my exams are done), I decided to post one article per day, at 6am. You can use the world clock to check what time that is in your state/country and read it right when it is published.

I hope this works for the best, for you and me. Cheers! Happy Reading!

With Love.

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Differently Abled Given Love, Support And Employment

Dis-abled? I think not. The better word is “differently abled”.

I am very touchy about this topic, because I have a loved one who is differently abled. He is diagnosed with down syndrome. Although we aren’t blood, he’s like my little brother. I have dreamt of someday making the world a better place for him.

I’ve dedicated the rest of my life to working hard, to make life easier for the lesser fortunate. Be it emotionally, physically, financially or anything basically.

In my mind, even though my family can’t possibly be categorized under ‘a rich family’, I wholeheartedly believe I’ve had my share of luck with unconditional love and support from my wonderful family. Having approached 18 years of living, and legally being an adult, it’s my turn to be the giver.

Now that you are able to know what I’m doing with my life, you’ll see that someday I’ll accomplish my dream and there will be an article titled ‘Aqueel’s Happy Place’ telling you all about it.

What may ‘Aqueel’s Happy Place’ be?

Inspired by GG’s flowers and Bitty & Beau’s, and my darling Aqueel, it’s going to be the first (hopefully) shop providing employment to differently abled people in Sri Lanka.

  • GG’s flowers – The Canberra florist is a family-run, socially-sustainable business, that was started as a way to create meaningful employment opportunities for people with special needs. If you are living in Canberra, the next time you want to buy some fresh flowers, make sure to buy them from GG’s flowers. You can check out their facebook page here.

  • Bitty & Beau’s – A coffee shop that provides jobs for those with intellectual and development disabilities. Amy Wright, whose two youngest children have down syndrome, started the business a year and a half ago. If you are living in North Carolina, the next time you want to head over for some coffee, make sure you go to Bitty & Beau’s. You can check out their facebook page here.

Here’s a video about why people love Bitty & Beau’s coffee shop –

Join us in our mission to give differently abled people love, support and meaningful employment. If you are able to do something like this, please go ahead and take the initiative to do so. Let’s change the world, one step at a time.

With Love.

 

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In Pursuit Of Perfection

You probably won’t understand my story at first. Just like everyone else, you will ask me if I’m insane. You will probably tell me that all I need is therapy. You’ll question as to why my parents never realized my condition until it got really bad. You will have a lot of questions.

It’s reasonable and I don’t blame you.

But that gives me all the more incentive to tell you to read until the very end.

It all started in 2012.

I was merely a chubby 13 year old with no concern whatsoever about my waist line or the fact that I ate twice as much as my friends at school breaks.

I was happy, I was laughing loudly, I had so many friends and everyone loved me. I was doing exceptionally well at school, both academically and in my extra curriculum.

I had an amazing relationship with my parents, they were (still are) my world.

I couldn’t ask for a better life.

Fast forward to 2013.

Imagine this life.

You stagger to the bathroom, using the wall to hold you up. You don’t remember the last time you ate a “normal” meal. You can hear your stomach growling from the lack of food for days.

Stepping on the scale will determine your mood for the day. If it has decreased since yesterday, you have succeeded; if it has stayed the same, or worse, gone up, those voices inside your head become stronger, telling you how useless you are.

When you look at the mirror, you see that your cheeks have hallowed, your t shirt cleaves inwards hugging just bone and skin. You can feel your ribs through your shirt and your collar bones show up so sharply.

But, your mirror tricks you.

This voice inside your head, tells you that you’re fat. So fat and ugly.

You remember the bodies of the models on the runway, so perfect, so thin, so flawless.

“I’m fat”, you tell yourself. The voices in your head keep telling you that being skinny is everything. They tell you that skinny is being beautiful, skinny is perfect and skinny is flawless. And you listen, wholeheartedly believing it.

You begin to develop an inexplicable hatred towards your “fat” body.

Whereas in truth you’re actually underweight, you’re cold and weak. You can hardly go through the day without thinking you’ll collapse. But there is this one thought which keeps pushing you forward.

The craving to burn calories as much as possible.

Throughout your day, you take the stairs and run the extra mile, you skip meals and avoid food at all costs, but sometimes you just can’t help it, you binge.

You keep stuffing in on whatever food is in sight and secretly purge in bathrooms where nobody can hear you.

No one notices, which is fine because that’s exactly what you want.

You clean up the remains of your act and secretly wipe the tears that well up in your eyes when you throw up. You compose yourself, smile at yourself in the mirror and walk out of the washroom as if nothing ever happened.

Sometimes you have to fake a cold and a few sneezes as an excuse for reddened eyes.

Sometimes you have to run the water loudly or flush the toilet, just to hide the sound of you forcefully jamming your finger down your throat and bringing up what you just ate.

Welcome to the life of a person with an eating disorder.

A life I lived for a good 3 years.

A person with an eating disorder lives a life of secrets. They could be Anorexic or Bulimic. If you did imagine what I related in the before paragraphs, well then, you’ve seen some very typical events of my life between the years of 2013 to 2015.

I flip flopped between both anorexia and bulimia , when I starved myself and consumed next to nothing, I was being anorexic and vice versa.

Now, let’s come to the most important question. WHY?

Why did this happen to me? Was I bullied? Was I abused?

The shocking answer is NO. My friends never laughed at my weight, I had a care free, happy, go lucky life with no worries whatsoever.

But then..

One fine day, I got on the weighing scale and I noticed something.

I noticed that my weight has dropped.

I noticed that I can actually fit into my favorite jeans again.

I liked it.

I liked this new look so much. As I continued to lose weight, people said I looked prettier. I could now fit into all those crop tops and chic jeans unlike in the past. Losing weight became my nicotine and I was addicted.

There you go. That was the trigger which gave rise to my eating disorder. It was that simple, no abuse, no bullying.

See, that’s the catch.

The persistent issue with eating disorders is the fact that individuals tend to hide it from their family, and that too, most efficiently.

A simple diet or a few comments on an increased waist line, a breakdown of ingredients on your favorite type of junk food, a few fashion magazines or even tightly fitting clothes can be that initial trigger for an eating disorder.

On the long run it can cost you your life. However far stretched this may sound, this is the situation in the real world.

With fashion goals being a size zero for designer wear and stick thin models hitting the runway, it is no wonder than 90% of the worlds women, aged between 12 to 25, and a shocking 25% of college students suffer from eating disorders.

The issue with eating disorders is that its causes cannot be contained to a few pinpointed reasons.

It took me a lot of time to come out of this situation, Not just time, but a lot of family fights, friendship breakups, many depressed nights and a lot of will power. To this date, I do not know how I finally silenced the voices of anorexia and bulimia commanding and paving my way to an early grave.

But, what is important is that I did it. And you know what? It’s been amazing ever since. I got through it. I hope and pray that you do too.

With Love.

PS – This is the story of one of my closest friends. She preferred to stay anonymous. Feel free to leave your thoughts, but please do not bombard me or her with more questions in the comment section.

PPS – Feel free to share this message out there. It could help someone who is battling their way through an eating disorder. You could save a life by a share.

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Inside We Are All Black

A must watch because racism has become a huge issue nowadays!

These are the kind of things you should show on television commercials. Specially when it’s a commercial to a cartoon or a kiddies movie. It teaches the kid something really special, and makes his/her time worthwhile.

I think this video is really sweet and everyone should watch it. Show it to your parents, spouse, siblings, children, basically everyone.

With Love.

 

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I Began My ‘Oppressed’ Life

I couldn’t think of a more catchy line to grab your attention!

Yesterday was a very special day for Muslims (at least in my country and other countries with almost the same time zone). Why? It was Eid!!! You may have heard of people wishing “Eid Mubarak” to Muslims at least once in your life. What does Eid Mubarak mean? ‘Eid’ means celebration, and ‘Mubarak’ means blessed. So basically, blessed celebration!

Did I actually begin my oppressed life?  Haha! No, not at all. That’s not the way I’ll put it. It might be the way many other people put it though.

Why? Well, people tend to be very judgmental. Today I’m going to talk about the hijab – a.k.a (very wrongly) the symbol of oppression.

What is the hijab? Hijab is an Arabic word meaning barrier or partition. In Islam, however, it has a broader meaning. It is the principle of modesty and includes behavior as well as dress for both males and females. The most visible form of hijab is the head covering that many Muslim women wear.

Now why did the title say I began my ‘oppressed’ life? Yesterday, I started wearing the hijab.

For many people, the hijab may seem compulsory because many Muslim women wear it. In Islam, we are asked to cover ourselves and dress modestly. This is interpreted in different ways.

I was raised by a family (and extended family) of non-hijabis. My mum and my sister don’t wear it, and neither did I. Recently though I came to understand the reason behind it, and I believed wearing it will strengthen my relationship with God.

It wasn’t an easy decision. Actually it was an easy decision, but it wasn’t easy to start wearing it. I would keep postponing it, I’ll wear it on my 18th birthday, I’ll wear it after my exams, that sort of thing.

In a ladies sermon during fasting, we were told that “You shouldn’t be the same person who started fasting by the time you celebrate Eid (festival after fasting). You should try to change and be better.” That’s when I decided that I was going to start wearing the hijab from Eid. I told my parents of my intention to start wearing the hijab. I did a wardrobe change. That was it. Now I am an official hijabi, and I’m never going to look back in regret.

I do understand that maybe some Muslim girls out there might not have the freedom of wearing or not wearing the hijab like I did, but most of the hijabis I know all wore it out of their own choice. It makes us feel closer to God, it makes us feel empowered, it makes us feel beautiful inside and out, it makes us feel proud and confident to show the entire world that we are proud of being Muslims.

If a nun who covers her hair does it to devote herself to her religion, why is a Muslim who does the same oppressed? 

With Love.

PS – I was planning on posting this yesterday, but I was very busy with the festival.

PPS – Are you a proud hijabi? Want to share your hijab story with us and inspire girls who want to wear the hijab? Here’s your chance. Email your story to thediaryofamuslimgirlblog@gmail.com.