Life isn’t just happening. The way life is happening for us is because of us.
That can be a hard pill to swallow for those who believe they always draw the short straw; that the world is against them and that life is just so damn hard.
But it doesn’t have to be that way. Not once you understand that there are laws at play in the universe that are always working with us — we just need to first become fully aware of them, so we know how to work in harmony with them, too.
Let me explain.
God knows what is in your heart.
Let the people talk. Let the people judge. Let the people think those things about you in private, and let them say whatever they need to say when they come together in person.
God knows what is in your heart, and He is always with you every step of the way.
Don’t forget that this whole world is an illusion.
It’s a place where human nature means that the people will judge one another; they will condemn one another; they will smile to your face and whisper lies behind your back. …
It’s 01:24am. I’ve just breastfed my baby boy and put him back down to sleep. My writing day began at 11 pm — slightly later than usual today, as my husband and I only managed to eat our dinner at 10 pm, after finally getting all three kids to sleep.
I’ll write for a little while longer because as a writer, I have to write. …
I’m standing here staring at this waterfall.
The water gushes down, a cloud-like continuous foam. It is roaring; its thirst has been quenched from the recent rainfall and it wants the world to know. Its sounds mixed with the wind rustling through the abundance of green all around me and the invisible birdsong somewhere high in the sky is breathtaking; it is music to my ears reaching through to my very soul.
I watch fascinated, the perfect — utterly perfect — creations before me.
Everything is alive in its swaying and its flowing and its being. Birds up above form…
The biggest battle you will face in this life is the battle with yourself. The hardest battle you will face in this life is the battle with yourself; a battle that presents itself in a multitude of ways, some of which we’re not even aware of.
But how are you supposed to win the battle if you’re not even aware that you’re in one?
Carl Gustav Jung said,
“Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.”
Sooner or later, we have to face up to ourselves. We create our lives; we…
I pulled him in even closer; my nose buried in his bed of curly hair, my fingers clamped tightly in his small fist.
I sat with my back against the hard back of the cold blue chair looking out across my city through the floor-to-ceiling length window beside me. Lights twinkled below me, reminding me and calling to me but I could not hear them.
As any parent with a sick child knows, in those moments my mind was spinning at a million miles per second: I remembered everything; from the moment he came into this world, to his first…
When you choose healing — and I mean the kind of healing that penetrates through your skin, through this entire human existence and straight into your Being — just know that it isn’t an easy journey.
It’s the most difficult, toilsome, heartbreaking, soul-shaking quest that you could ever embark upon.
Undoing all you have ever known; peeling back the layers and layers and layers of illusion that this world has wrapped you in; learning to see how parts of you yourself are toxic and damaging… and then somehow bringing it all together, rebuilding yourself anew and returning to your Truth…
There’s a word we use in Urdu and Punjabi; a word that I heard over and over again while growing up.
“Sabr,” my mother would impatiently say standing over the stove, as I tugged at her sleeve because my tummy was rumbling.
“Sabr”, my grandmother would smile knowingly as I wondered out loud again and again why the flowers we had planted last week had still not yet sprouted.
“Sabr,” I heard a stranger whisper over my shoulder, as silent tears rolled down my face while I looked down upon my father’s cold face while he lay there still, silent…
On Sunday 6th June 2021, three generations of a Muslim family were ploughed down by a white male truck driver named Nathaniel Veltman, and murdered in Canada, in what can only be described as a terrorist attack. The only surviving member of the family is a 9-year-old boy who remains critically ill in hospital.
For a moment, put yourself in his little shoes and imagine waking up to the news that your entire family was killed just for being Muslim? …
I cradle my baby girl in my arms. An old soul, new to this world. I look at her in wonder and amazement, her beautiful little face in a place so far away — blissful.
And then I think of the responsibility that lies upon my shoulders.
To have a daughter in a world that constantly tells a woman that she is not enough, is one of the biggest challenges I think I face.
I want her to know as she grows up, every single step of the way, that she is perfect just the way that she is.