Showing posts with label courage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label courage. Show all posts

Sunday, 19 March 2017

Don't Be Scared


Don't be scared to walk alone - and to like it. 

It's been so long since I've been alone that I've started to forget what it was like by my own. I don't know if I have the strength anymore, or the courage to break free from the overwhelming anxiety that I'm starting to feel. 

May Allah give me strength.

Wednesday, 1 February 2017

Introspection Towards Fundamentalism

I was shocked at coming across an account of a girl who was assaulted at a local surau because she was seen as dressed inappropriately for prayer. 

Perhaps it resonated so much with me because I myself do not wear a hijab, and there have been instances where my friends and I have stopped by mosques to pray in less than Islamic attire, but we have never once been turned away or attacked the way this girl was. 

In the wake of a so-called rise of anti-Muslim sentiment like Trump's Muslim ban, it equally important to focus on the rise in religious fundamentalism rooted in our country as well. 

There are always dark undercurrents of hatefulness in any society, and perhaps I have been blessed that I have not personally encountered too many of these distasteful things in my lifetime; despite being rather unconventional. That said, it is important not to brush off single instances - while perhaps an isolated incidence, and something that seemed shockingly out of place in Malaysia, where we are supposedly so tolerant and welcoming to those from our religion - it is important to address. 

That did happen. 

It may have been a one-off, but it did happen, and it is a reflection of how zealotry has put down roots in our society. 

Religion is something very personal, and each of us may choose to practice in very different ways, but the tenets of the five pillars of Islam is the basis that we cling to. 

However, as Muslims, we are supposed to openly share our religion and encourage others through kindness and good example, not by pushing each other away. 

The rise of a certain fundamentalist version of Islam seemed to be far away and not affecting our shores, but it is these small, hopefully isolated incidences that are coming to light, and creating a scarier picture of what may come to be. 

Can we close our eyes to the number of Malaysians lured by the struggle of so-called 'Islamist' groups like ISIS, while other Muslims blatantly condemn them? Is it any wonder that there is that divide between supposed religious liberals and conservatives? 

Who am I to speak? 

I am no one in particular, and I am only myself, a single individual with my own thoughts and beliefs and it is as an individual that I have the right to express myself. I am only myself, and I have my own thoughts and beliefs. and I do not feel that this is okay. 

It is not okay to shame someone for a lifestyle that you do not approve of. 

It is not okay to assault someone who is clearly trying to practice their faith just because they may not fit the image of the Muslim you have in your heads. 

It is not okay to sit and be silent when you see injustices around you happen. You may think that a single injustice is merely something small, that it is nothing in the scale of the injustices that are happening around the world, but you are wrong. 

It is the summation of these small individual injustices that make up the community that we live in, and if we do not speak up, those small injustices are buried, or even worse, deemed acceptable in the eyes of those who witness them. 

If you feel like there is a moral code that needs to be addressed, do so gently, and in privacy as to avoid shaming the other party. Is it not our manners as Muslims that there is a conduct on how to advice others? 

 Be gentle with others, and be kind. Everyone has a background story that you do not know about, and who are we to judge? 

Don't be afraid to speak up for what you think is right, and don't be afraid to speak up when you see others are being wronged. 

Don't be a bystander. 

It is a small thing to speak up, but bigger than you think.

Sunday, 22 January 2017

Courage


Sometimes the scariest thing is to cast your eyes away from all that is familiar in order to head towards the horizon, not knowing what lies ahead.

Finding that courage can be the most difficult thing in the world, but look within your heart.

You will find the courage to do what you truly want.

Sunday, 29 March 2015

Courage


Courage does not always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying I will try again tomorrow.

Sunday, 21 December 2014

Courage


The greatest battle is not physical but psychological. The demons telling us to give up when we push ourselves to the limit can be never be silenced for good. They must always be answered by the quiet the steady dignity that simply refuses to give in.

Courage. We all suffer. Keep going. -Graeme Fife

Wednesday, 22 October 2014

Struggle

The strongest steel is forged from the hottest of fires. 

That is what I tell myself when the going gets tough. 

Life is always full of challenges. There is always something that will make you grit your teeth in frustration, be in a trying work colleague, dealing with bureaucratic matters, trying to juggle family life – but I always thought that God would never give you a challenge that you didn’t have the mental fortitude to overcome. 

The most highly regarded apostles of religion were the ones who were tested the hardest. The most successful individuals had the most grueling of trials. Sometimes it seems like those who are the loveliest people are put through such difficulty in life. 

Nobody every promised life was going to be fair, but every bump on the road is slowly building you up to be someone you have yet to become. 

When the mountain looms up against you, just take a step back and take a break. Take it one step at a time, and identify the moments that you are struggling with and accept that it is a journey that we all have to take at our own time.

Just reach out and understand that it is okay to struggle, that we are not expected to attain perfection, that there are times where we cannot do it alone. 

It is a road we will all take.

Just find that strength inside.

Wednesday, 12 February 2014

Cross the Line

It’s a fine line between love and hate sometimes. 

One just as fine between passion and commitment. One obviously does not equal the other, for isn’t it easy to love something with all your heart but make no commitment to it whatsoever. 

There are times where you love, just because you know the likelihood that that love will never be returned, but you love because you cannot help it, because your heart has decreed it so. There are times when you yearn from afar, and burn with a longing that you know you will never be fulfilled. Heartsick. 

You could have committed, but you did not dare, and chose to continue loving an ideal, a whisper of a love that could have been. You chose to fade with the shadows, and let your heart fade. You did not dare to make that commitment, despite the fact that your heart sang every time she crossed your path, but while you could have thrived, you chose to dim your life force.

A curse. 

To love silently, never letting the other know. 

Just because you did not dare to cross that line.