WIND up your words through art

                                           

                                                thre3 words 1 outcome

                         
                                     
                                     SELF EXPLANATORY DON'T YOU THINK?  

to all YUNA ZARAI lovers

As I was browsing facebook yesterday I saw Yuna's on the verge of launching a self titled album,  April 24th. I couldn't get myself to shut my mouth as I was looking at the way she draped her scarf.I'm literally still in (0o) how does she get it to stay that way. And her PINK LIPS........teeeeeheeeee, I want that as well. If you ask me this girls totally gorgeous without make up, but always managers to amplify her beauty with the way she drapes her scarf and that touch of coloured lips and extra eyeliner. If not for her music then her beauty makes you want to buy her albums alone. I decided to throw in some of my favorite Yuna outfits and maybe a song just to prove my theory :P. For those of you who still have no clue what so ever to who miss Yuna is......Yuna Zarai is a HIJAAB- wearing singer/ songwriter/ boutique owner from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia thats signed up with the Fader label. Her boutique iamjetfuelshop is in Malaysia but.....no stress it does allow online buys on selected items.

                      
                          Cover of Yuna's self titled album                     (facebook)

                   

            

                                            NYFW, check out the leopard print socks!!!
          
          

          

                            

                             i am jet fuel shop summer/spring collection 2012

        
          

veilings of the indigenous

I'm finding myself with each day that passes becoming more and more vigorously in IN LOVE with art. I'm not an artist but I do so every now and then produce caricatures of acceptable quality either of  people that I've met along the way or people that I  feel that I've some connection with. That is basically the essence of art, a connection that allows you to appreciate the beauty of it. ANYWAY...
There's this little cafe within the hospital I'm studying at,  and within the cafe there's this man that sits and paints. I haven't been able to speak to him because I'm always in a hurry or I'm there when his not,  but I have been able to capture two paintings of his that I want with all of my heart.

Of the two, the second one is my favourite. The intensity of her eyes tells a story of its own, a story shes not willing to share. Maybe that of sorry and despair. The colours of her hijaab awww man and the way it's wrapped how can you not love it.

indigenous me

Found this purple tye-die scarf in my draw. Mum bought it a couple of years ago but I never really liked it because its so big. I didn't really know how to drape it. Decided to have a go at it today seeing that I like the colour combination. I ended up draping it around half of my body trying to wrap it the way my sisters from upper Africa does. They seem to wear it so effortlessly. After a couple of miserable failures this is what I came up with.

What do you think? Do I do justice to this look?

O lean lovers

The threshold of His tent became the amber of the lovers-

O lean lovers, make yourself like a piece of lean straw

                                                             Sheikh Rumi 

There's something dreamy about this Subhaan Allah.  :)  Im in love

inevitable alterations before big events

Alhamdulilaah! I finally have a bit of time to update my blog. I haven't really prepared anything so excuse you for the grammatical errors or the inconsistency of the entire post. I'll just be sharing a couple of poor quality photos I took earlier in the year of a  friend of mine having her dress altered by my dearest mother, literally minutes before the wedding she went to started. Watching this whole alteration taking place I realised that I'm in this very nerve wrecking position before most big events I attend, especially on Eid mornings. I literally fight with my hijaab to stay in place.Its like of all the days I need it to look perfect it doesn't. My heads response to my continuous moaning is its compulsory to wear a scarf not compulsory to have it in a particular style. Obviously this only settles me for a couple of minutes and then Im off to fix my hijaab.

 

dear sisters you are my form of inspiration

My first post in 5 weeks.So far this is the longest I have ever taken to update my blog. Im currently a freshman in a medical course- radiography to be more specific. I'm still learning to adjust to the life of a student even though I have been studying the last two years. Theres something tranquil, magical yet realistic about Islamic studies. Its not that the medical field isn't beneficial or realistic but my mind and soul hasn't really felt content with what I've been doing. I felt like giving up to some extent, not that I would give up to anything this quickly but thats how I felt. I needed some sort of inspiration. Anything to life my spirit. Give me that extra nudge that I so desperately needed. As I sit on the grass, among fellow students, staff and patients I see this familiar face.Well not familiar as in Hey ..... I know you , long time no see. No, its familiar as in Asalaamu alaikum dear sister. Subhaanallah the sight of a hijaabster lifted the suffocating air filled space that surrounded me. I saw this sister from a distance our eyes partially met but seeing her....a hijaabster, happily walking proudly made me realize that this is an opportunity that Allah swt has given me. He chose me out of thousand of applicants and His plan is always the best plan even when it doesn't look that way. I have no idea how and why she had that affect on me but she did. In this strange way she reminded me of why I started blogging and where I needed to turn to to see familiar faces and draw encouragement from, along with my non stop duas. All I needed to do was continue blogging. Continue following and eagerly awaiting post updates from fellow bloggers. They gave me this vision of what a muslim female could achieve in a tiring world without compromising her religion. Rather using her religion to guide her, aid her in achieving her dreams.
                   
To My Sisters In Islam
Thank you, all of you,  for placing the fragments of glass together and painting a picture for me to look at whenever I feel that Im drowning.