Wednesday, November 07, 2007


Bracelets and things...

Just wanted to share that today I wore a bracelet after ages and thanked Allah Almighty for the ability to be able to do so. In the last 2 and a half years I've only been able to wear a bracelet about a few times. I used to love bracelets and have collected quite a few weird and wonderful ones. Little did I know though, that having paining wrists would mean that wearing such adornments would become a novelty.

It may be something really little to people, but for me: it is an act hidden in a bigger realisation: that there is a force.. far bigger than you and I.. a force which dictates even small things like whether one can wear jewellery without irritation and discomfort. If we begin to thank God Almighty for these small things that He allows us to do in life, we will learn the art of becoming grateful servants to a Master who has adorned our lives with many gems, pearls and treasures of varying measure.

It reminded me of the following email I was sent a long time ago.

Should you...

Should you find it hard to get to sleep tonight;
Just remember the homeless family who has no bed to lie in.

Should you find yourself stuck in traffic; don't despair.
There are people in this world for whom driving is an unheard of privilege.

Should you have a bad day at work;
Think of the man who has been out of work for the last three months.

Should you despair over a relationship gone bad;
Think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return.

Should you grieve the passing of another weekend;
Think of the woman in dire straits, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week, for $15.00 to feed her family.

Should your car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance;
Think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk.

Should you notice a new gray hair in the mirror;
Think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine.

Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what is life all about, asking 'what is my purpose ';
Be thankful, there are those who didn'tlive long enough to get the opportunity.

Should you find yourself the victim of other people's bitterness, ignorance, smallness or insecurities;
Remember, things could be worse. You could be them!!!

Now, I await the day that my hands will be ready to wear henna.. for in these last 3 years they have taken to disliking the coldness of this mixture that women all over the world cherish. Let me wait and see.


Assalamu alaikum Ya Butterfly of Brum!! May Allah Ta'ala adorn your arms with sparkling bejeweled bracelets up to your arm pits in His Garden, for having Sabr in this illusionary existence, Ameen.
JazakAllahu khair for the great reminder.
MashaAllah :)

Duas for henna are on their way, especially if I get to apply it inshaAllah, should you dare allow me! :)

Walaikumslam dear Nightingale :-)
Bracelets up to the armpits hehe now that would be funny! Ameen to your prayers x x x x

BR Faraz



Thank you x x x x
Aaah.. so thou art a henna artist ;-)
InshaAllah .. let me see ..
Salaam dear & how wonderful to be able to wear something you love again. isn't it amazing how seemingly small things taken away can bring us so much joy upon their return?

Blessings of health and happiness to you!

salam, I realy liked this blog, it gives an insight into something much deeper then expressed.
Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah. Thank you so much for submitting this entry because I am closing this page with so much alhamdulillah. I suffer from skin allergies that came about unexpectedly. It's actually been very hard to deal with but alhamdulillah it is on and off and when it happens it is only for a few minutes. Things like this may seem 'small' but just like you said, it really allows us to humble ourselves before The One with all the Control.
How can I get your email address? I would like to send a personal message. Not for your blog. My name is Khushroo. Jazaki.


Email me on tranquilart @ gmail . com

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