Wednesday, August 31, 2005

What is the Purpose of Life?

They say that a fool lives to eat and a wise man eats to live. But then the question remains: for what purpose does the wise man live? Living is not an end by itself. There has to be a purpose for man to live for. So what is this purpose?

Those are the opening sentences of a small booklet that attract my attention. And after reading it I found that this booklet is a very interesting book to read. It was written by Mostafa Malaekah. Yes, it is a religious book. There are many books that I have read and I want to read. Among them are religious books. Some friends think that I am too fanatic (I do not think so though) only because I wear hijab and talking about religion a lot. And one of them hate me so much and doesn’t want to know me anymore because of that. But what is wrong of being a good muslim. At least I’m trying to.

So let’s go back to the topic. Do you ever think what the purpose of your life is. Since we’re living in the world where all kinds of pleasures and enjoyments are provided, sometimes we forget who we are, what we are, why we are here and what for. So that’s why I think it’s important to read religious books to remind us to keep walking on the right path.

I came not knowing from where, but I came.
And I saw a pathway in front of me, so I walked.
And I will remain walking, whether I want this or not.
How did I come? How did I see my pathway?
I do not know!
Am I new or am I old in this existence?
Am I free and unrestrained, or do I walk in chains?
Do I lead myself in my life, or am I being led?
I wish I know, but …
I do not know!
And my path, oh what is my path? Is it long or is it short?
Am I ascending in it, or am I going down and sinking?
Am I the one who is walking on the road, or is it the road that is moving?
Or are we both standing, but it is the time that is running?
I do not know!
Before I became a full human, do you see
if I were nothing, impossible? Or do you see that I was something?
Is there an answer to this puzzle, or will it remain eternal?
I do not know … and why do I do not know??
I do not know!

So you see, I don’t want to have this feeling of doubt and confusion about the presence of a Creator as written by an Arab Poet, Elya Abu Madhi (a born-Christian) in his Arabic poem Al-Talasim, meaning “puzzle” translated by Mostafa Malaekah.

Anyway, at the end of this booklet, the writer said:
‘So, if a fool lives to eat and a wise man eats to live, then a believer lives to worship Allah’
And I totally agree with him.

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Allotment Garden

It’s a place where people can plant flowers, tree, vegetables or anything they like. It is called ‘Kolonihage’ here in Stavanger. For people whose hobby gardening but no place to do that because they live in an apartment can buy a piece of land here. Of course if they can afford it coz the price even for a small land is expensive. They can also build a small house if they want to. It will be very nice to have a cup of tea / coffee or having barbeque or just relaxing here on summer. Near my house there’s a kolonihage which is open for public every Sunday from 12.00 till 16.00 pm. The owners of the land will take turn to sell waffle. The money they earn will be used for the maintenance of this area.

So today, we went there for having some waffles. Actually the weather is not very nice. It’s a bit cold, windy and no sun. But we have nothing to do at home besides my daughter needs to walk and playing outside. She’s very active and has a lot of energy. So we have to make her very tired otherwise she’ll become restless the whole night.

Along the way to the kolonihage my daughter kept talking, screaming, laughing sometimes singing her own song. She’s always happy every time we go out. However on the way back home she refused to walk. And poor my husband he has to carry her. When we just arrived home rain started pouring down. So I said to my husband, what a perfect timing. I can not imagine how cold it will be if we walk in the rain in this kind of weather. Bbbrrrrrr …. dingin bo.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Baby, it's all good!

Author unknown

What do you see when you look at me
Do you see someone limited, or someone free
All some people can do is just look and stare
Simply because they can't see my hair
Others think I am controlled and uneducated
They think that I am limited and un-liberated
They are so thankful that they are not me
Because they would like to remain 'free'

Well free isn't exactly the word I would've used
Describing women who are cheated on and abused
They think that I do not have opinions or voice
They think that being hooded isn't my choice
They think that the hood makes me look caged
That my husband or dad totally outraged
All they can do is look at me in fear
And in my eye there is a tear

Not because I have been stared at or made fun of
But because people are ignoring the One up above
On the day of judgment they will be the fools
Because they were too ashamed to play by their own rules
Maybe the guys won't think I am cutie
But at least I am filled with more inner beauty
See I have declined from being a guy's toy
Because I won't let myself be controlled by a boy

Real men are able to appreciate my mind
And aren't busy looking at my behind
Hooded girls are the ones really helping the Muslim cause
The role that we play definitely deserves applause
I will be recognized because I am smart and bright
And because some people are inspired by my sight
The smart ones are attracted by my tranquillity
In the back of their mind they wish they were me

We have the strength to do what we think is right
Even if it means putting up a life long fight
You see we are not controlled by mini skirt and tight shirt
We are given only respect, and never treated like dirt
So you see, we are the ones that are free and liberated
We are not the ones that are sexually terrorized and violated
We are the ones that are free and pure
We're free of STD's that have no cure

So when people ask you how you feel about the hood
Just sum it up by saying, 'Baby it's all good'

Monday, August 15, 2005


Do you know what happiness is? Do you think happiness is if you have much money, big house, expensive car, fancy clothes, lots of jewellery, travel around the world and stay in a luxury hotel or is it if you have all your dreams come true?

When I was a little kid I had a dream of being a teacher in the kinder garden. I thought it must be fun playing with cute kids every day. When I was in a high school my dream changed. I wanted to be a spy or detective or an archaeologist. I thought it must be thrill and full of action as I saw on TV film serial or in the movie. I wanted also to be the stewardesses so I can travel around the world without spending money for buying the flight ticket. Unfortunately I couldn’t be coz I wear glasses. When I was studying in the university I wanted to be a tour leader but my dad didn’t allow me because I’m a woman. He said what if the people I guided was a bad man and he tried to rape me or doing something bad on me. Who’s going to help me. That was his reasons why becoming a tour leader is not a good choice. Then when I finished studying and start working I forgot about my dreams. I just wanted to be a good employee and enjoying the time. Boyfriends come and go. Wait, … I haven’t told you about the man of my dream. I wanted to have a man who loves me only. That the first thing he remembers when he wakes up each morning and the last thing he remembers when he goes to bed at night is me. He must be good looking (at least attractive to me), kind, honest, faith to me, loving, caring, and the most important is he must be a Moslem. He doesn’t have to be rich. As long as we have something to eat everyday, it’s enough for me. I’m not a material girl but to be honest actually I wanted to have my own house when I get married. Small house is okay with a little garden where my children can play.

To make it short, finally I met my husband. He’s not really like the man of my dream and we live in a nice apartment but not belong to us. But I love him and as long as he loves me and no other woman in his heart and mind I’m happy.

I know not all of my dreams come true. So what? I still feel happy coz happiness is something that you cannot buy but it has to be created by yourself.