December 31, 2009

Bye 2009

Okay where did 2009 go? The New Year will be here in less than five hours! Around the world in every language these three words are being expressed "Happy New Year!" Kisses and hugs are shared by lovers; friends and complete strangers. I never understood the kissing a stranger thing, oh well, while I personally do not greet the New Year with planned celebration, I would like to say thank you so much for following my blog and being a part of my memories of 2009.

There are so many brilliant people who blog (and I am not one of them, smile) who write stunning pieces of works. Since I have started this blog, I have become a fan of several websites.

I love the feedback and hopefully the next year will become more interactive Insha’Allah. I am still trying to incorporate videos into my postings. Okay, I can hear the voices…”It’s not that hard Nazeeha!” Well, we know what I will be working on for future posts Insha’Allah. If you remember from earlier posts, this gal is not tech savvy yet. What I lack in skill is made up by pure determination lol.

This last year has taken me on a whirlwind of emotions and challenges. To concentrate on my disappointments is to lessen the blessings I have received. I still make mistakes and will always ask forgiveness. Alhamdulillah seeing my value and not allowing anyone to belittle it has been a great lesson learned.

My journey as a Muslima continues daily. I don’t know it will bring but, Insha’Allah my faith will carry me through. And more than likely…I will write about it and share it with you!

P.S. 2009 you will be missed.

December 29, 2009

YouTube - Glory Be To Allah-Sheikh Ahmed Ali Part 1

YouTube - Glory Be To Allah-Sheikh Ahmed Ali Part 1

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December 27, 2009

Three Weeks, One Day.

He could not have been more than 9 or 10 years old. I saw him once and his face still visits me unexpectedly. At first it appeared like so many pictures that have become a daily part of life in Gaza, until I looked closer. His outstretched arms were the only barrier between him, and the Israeli soldiers assault riffle.

His face masked in sheer terror…and his khaki trousers recently soiled from his own urine. As a mother, my natural instinct was to stand between him and protect him from this devil. But I was on the other side of the world.

My next instinct was also “natural.” I wanted to see that exact fear transferred to the face of the Israeli solider. Never will I understand such an attack. To inflict a sentence of death to thousands of innocent people is beyond comprehension. I know it occurs daily through out this world, and that does not make it easier to comprehend.

Today is the anniversary (strange word in this case) of the attack on the Gaza Strip. Activists from various parts of the world are joining in protest against the atrocities in Gaza.

In twenty two days over 1,400 lives were ended. Of that number 400 were children, and 100 women. I watched along with the rest of the world as the grainy films emerged. At times the audio would fail, but the story spoke in volume. Commotion as family and bystanders helped place the victims into ambulances. Later, they would become causalities.

The end of this massacre left behind broken families, hearts and homes. Alhamdulillah what remained and continues to exist today, is the humanity and hope of the Palestinian people. We in this world have not forgotten you, and I have not forgotten that little boy. May Allah (swt) bring freedom to Gaza Ameen!

December 22, 2009

Last Note from Nazeeha

As'salamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh…for right now I will be entering my last blog. Life is so unpredictable.

My mind is confused however; my heart and faith are secure. It’s funny that a computer has become my portal to the Ummah. In it I have discovered the best of people (Muslims and non-Believers).

For those who follow my words…thank you. I will certainly understand if you un-follow. Only Allah subhana wa ta’ala knows when, or if I will return to my virtual family.

In the mean time I will be searching for a new home. When things settle, I will try and go to the library and make use of their computer room. Before I start crying (even harder) I will only say,

I will miss the writing….
I will miss the amazing kindness of people…
I will miss Twitter and my beautiful Ummah; you made my days easier when life was not so kind. You were and are still my teachers, sisters and brothers.

Subhan Allah, please see the best in people and overlook the faults if possible. If I have said anything that was good…it was only from Allah subhana wa ta’ala. If I have caused any hurt… it was from me only and I ask for your forgiveness.
Insha Allah I will be back.

Last Note from Nazeeha
…love you all

December 21, 2009

Snowlflakes and Memories

The night felt like a soft whisper, the sky was a mixture of deep blues and watery gray. The only sound I heard was the faint crackle of tiny branches falling from the pine trees.

This was the first big snow of the season, and I was not going to miss it. I wrapped myself tightly inside my quilt and sat on my balcony.

Although the chair was freezing…I soon warmed up and silently watched nature’s winter performance. What is it that makes a snowy night so gloriously peaceful? Maybe it is the freshness of the air… or, the hush that falls over the city sounds.

The ground covered in a blanket of whiteness makes me think of new beginnings. I think the footsteps left behind on the untouched snow are like our path to Jannah.

We each walk our individual path. Though many footprints may be left along the way...there are none that will match exactly. It is our journey that is beautiful and individual…like the snowflakes that fall around me on a snowy night.

…Time to go inside.

December 16, 2009


When I was a young girl my mom would take me to the Doctor at least twice each year. Hand in hand we would walk into the office. Mom would go to the visitor’s desk and sign in…and I would happily enjoy the new roll of life savers purchased in the downstairs gift shop.

The reason for my visit was I had lost my voice. I know it makes it sound like my voice was dropped along the road, (smile) or, possibly misplaced. The Doctor assured my mom that I was perfectly healthy, and in a day or two I would once again be talking. I watched as my mothers expression changed from worry, to relief and her familiar smile.

There are still mornings I wake up and, (nothing) my voice without warning, has taken a personal holiday. Alhamdulillah I find this time blissful! Although the voice is needed during certain prayers Allah knows best. My intention I hope is still accepted even on the days, when my voice is still.

I am often complimented on the tone of my voice but, simply speaking to be heard, for me is pointless. It is not the amount of words you use to share your feelings, it’s simply the feelings.

They say, when one of our senses is taken away the other senses are heightened. I often indulge in the beauty of being still and quite. I cleanse my mind from sensory overload. Insha Allah I am left with placidity which allows me to be a better listener and observer.

There are so many positive voices and messages in this world that need to be heard. We hear them through written word, or the result of their good works that will live well beyond their mortality insha Allah. The voice when used to recite the Qur’an…transforms to a sound that words can’t give justice. I can think of no better use of speech, other then worshiping Allah (swt)

So while my mom was worrying about her little girl temporarily being speechless, who would have known, it would be one of the things I treasure most!

December 12, 2009

The Borders

Recently I unlocked my account on Twitter. My original reason was to block the posts of anyone who hated Islam. This paired with the request from porn sites asking to view their “pics”…like that would ever happen.

This started me thinking, I was putting up borders, based on a possibility of what might happen. Is this how prejudices start? With an idea planted inside our head, we react. Scenarios played out in my mind. I sometimes would search the screen waiting, for that one evil post insulting my faith!

I became a virtual border patrol in my own mind. Weeks and months passed off the calendar and Alhamdulillah, not one post was detected. I wasn’t keeping people away from my post on the contrary, I was missing out on meeting people who had varied opinion and were genuinely good natured.

So for now my borders to Twitterville remain open. Just like in the real world, we will not always get along with our neighbor. Instead of shunning those who have differences in culture and closing our minds to anyone whose thoughts reflect more different than ours, let’s rebuild. We may not be able to remove the borders on the map but, we can take down those that exist within our hearts and minds.

I have met some really cool people this week. Subhan Allah and it would have never happened if the borders remained closed. Hey…for the record the requests from porn sites, will forever be banned to a land far, far away. (Smile).

December 6, 2009

Soul Mate?

“You complete me” the line from the movie Jerry McGuire. These three words were able to elicit a collective sigh, and became a mantra for women. The reason being, she had found her soul mate.

The dictionary (true source of feelings and emotions) describes the soul mate as follows. “Somebody with whom one has a feeling of deep and natural affinity, love, intimacy, sexuality, spirituality and/or compatibility.”

If indeed, we are each given this one perfect person in life why is the divorce rate so high? That same person, who once had the ability to finish your sentences, now is accused of not letting you finish a complete thought on your own. What about the people who never marry, are they doomed to a life of being alone, never sharing the bliss of that perfect love?

Remember the days you could never imagine being separated from one another? While today you would chew off your own arm to be free from him/her.

As human beings we all yearn to feel beautifully connected to someone else. Physically and emotionally sure, we know what is pleasing to our eyes and for that matter, feeds our ego. I still wonder what a soul mate is, and do they really exist?

Alhamdulillah as Muslims we believe that our soul (Ruh) is given to us direct from Allah (Subhana Wa Ta’ala) while still in the womb. This being true, is it possible our soul is not searching for its mate within another person?

Our soul is seeking patiently the message of Islam. The glorious guidance found only within the Qur’an. The message comforts, gives life and sustains our soul from the moment Allah (swt) said “Be” until our final return to Him. It’s my opinion this, is the true mate for our soul. Insha Allah we can all stop searching outwardly, for what has been living inside each of us all along.

December 2, 2009

A Simple Question

Every day Twitter asks one simple question, what’s happening? Resulting in a response by millions of people from all over the world (I included). I remember when I first opened my account, I thought “Okay, now what?”

One self-explanatory question had me stumped! So I did the best thing…I deleted the account. I mean after all, who needs this kind of pressure? Weeks passed by, and I would still think about that question. So I sat down stared defiantly into the laptop screen and I did it! Not only did I open a Twitter account, I answered the question.

Feeling pleased with my tiny hurdle, I started observing what people would say. Some Tweets were inspiring, others quite comical and some were heart breaking. Remember Neda? The young Iranian woman killed while standing among the crowds of protesters and their opponents. The world was instantly a witness to her last seconds of life.

In an instant Twitter changed from a social network, to a link with humanity. People one by one changed their picture to various shades of green making a symbolic showing of support.

During Ramadan I would open my page and see tweet after tweet wishing “Ramadan Mubarak” and recently Eid al Adha (Festival of Sacrifice. For me what started out as a simple answer to a question has after 2,078 tweets later, become a part of my family.

Alhamdulillah, we never know how another Muslim will enter into our lives. Technology has been often accused for separating families. Families can communicate at the dinner table, several times a year during the holidays and even on Twitter!