my joy

My joy --
My Hunger --
My Shelter --
My Friend --
My Food for the journey --
My journey's End --
You are my breath,
My hope,
My companion,
My craving,
My abundant wealth.
Without You -- my Life, my Love --
I would never have wandered across these endless countries.
You have poured out so much grace for me,
Done me so many favors, given me so many gifts --
I look everywhere for Your love --
Then suddenly I am filled with it.
O Captain of my Heart
Radiant Eye of Yearning in my breast,
I will never be free from You
As long as I live.
Be satisfied with me, Love,
And I am satisfied.

Rabia al-Basri ( Rabia al-Adawiyya) 

the beauty of her dark coloured skin, every shade of black says AFRICA

African Woman Proud Mary print
Source: POLYVORE

ending semesters assessments with a PAISLEY SHIRT

Phew!!! Alhamdulilaah my mid year assessments are finally over. Seeing that its officially the beginning of my holiday kind of, I decided to treat myself for the past weeks freak outs and a month of hectically insane study sessions that saw me sitting at home every weekend while the rest of the world kept on spinning. I popped into some of the charity shops in Observatory, Cape Town simply feasting my eyes on the vintage goodies that was on offer before going into my regular shops.
No suprise what-so-ever!!! I found a vintage paisley shirt. I immediately needed it not wanted it, it was a DIRE NEED. 
This is me: paisley shirt (O0)
checking the price: What?..... is this the price 20 bucks?..... Are these people insane
Double checking by asking the assistant: Yip this is the price 20 bucks....SCORE (^_^)

Paisley shirt- SHAWCO charity shop

Plain back Abayah worn as dress- home made

Bangles- Mr Price

Scarf- Shireen's

                

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?