The Muslim Woman Who Won the Nobel Peace Prize

Call me proud :)   Masha Allah.  I didn’t Tawakkul Karman’s name two days ago – but she’s serving as such an inspiration now:  Muslim.  Woman.   Fittingly (even the name matches) doing what she can and surrendering her trust to her Creator.  It`s nice to see the world acknowledging her tireless efforts.  May she stand as a representative for all the women like her doing what they can for the benefit of all – we might not know all their names and we may never hear them, but they are there.   Sisters of us all.

Heroic hearts and so very inspirational.  MashaAllah. 

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Photographs: Tawakkol Karman in Sanaa, in March, 2011. Photographs by Jonathan Saruk/Reportage by Getty Images.

Read more here:   http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/newsdesk/2011/10/tawakkol-karmans-moral-vision.html#ixzz1aCq1RK6Z

Eid Sa`eed! Eid Kareem!

I just wanted to wish everyone a blessed Eid!  Hope that Ramadan was beneficial for you and that Allah accepts from us all!

Please continue to thank Him for everything good that has happened in the Muslim world this month (Libya!)  and make dua for our brothers and sisters who might be suffering still (Syria…Somalia..) Ameen.

Enjoy :)

I Like Them Boiled, You LikeThem Fried

I have two daughters with two distinct ways of eating their eggs.  One will only eat them boiled (and it must be done perfectly – not runny nor dry); the other only fried (an omelet  with cheese is her favorite).   As you can imagine, satisfying the two without making a big mess in the kitchen can be a hassle.  Each ‘egg breakfast’ morning, a debate ensues – I’m trying to get them to reach an agreement (maybe today both can have boiled and tomorrow fried) and they`re trying to get what they want (NO!).  Suffice it to say I never win and please don’t call me on the fact that there are ALWAYS dishes in my sink.

The irony of food analogies in Ramadan (and while starvation is booming in the horn of Africa) is not lost on me, but bear with me.  You see, the struggle for `getting what we want` is something that all can appreciate, but few really APPRECIATE.  Of course, the issue isn’t just about eggs  – it goes much deeper.  Sometimes its about making sure a dead-beat dad supports his children or a leader of a country stops oppressing his people or..or..or.  Somebody once said that “anything worth having is worth fighting for.”  And Corey Hart once sang “You can never surrender” (yes, I’m kind of old like that!).  The prophet Muhammad SAW taught us this supplication:

اللَّهُمَّ إِنِّي أَعُوذُ بِكَ مِنْ الْهَمِّ وَالْحُزْنِ وَالْعَجْزِ وَالْكَسَلِ وَالْبُخْلِ وَالْجُبْنِ وَضَلَعِ الدَّيْنِ وَغَلَبَةِ الرِّجَالِ

‘O Allah, I take refuge in You from anxiety and sorrow, weakness and laziness, miserliness and cowardice, the burden of debts and from being over powered by men.’

I don’t think that Allah wants us to be weak and accommodating so much so that we turn away from the essence of what is important.  And yet, we see it all the time.   We take garbage all the time and while flexibility is nice and be accommodating is nice – where does it end? Also nice is sticking up for ourselves and all that we hold dear.

I’m youth, I’m joy, I’m a little bird that has broken out of the egg – James M. Barrie

For the most part, children seem to do it all right – at least with the ones they love and feel safe with.  But then something happens along the way.  Why do they start eating boiled eggs when they want to eat fried?  Why do they stop speaking up about their preferences? Why do we take on the mentality of the enslaved – rather than being slaves of Allah alone?

I thought about these questions today- trying to be patient with the egg dilemma -and surmised that maybe someone along the line forces children to eat what they do not want to eat and, in doing so, squashes their desire to choose to be stronger.  And maybe I shouldn’t be the one to do that with my daughters.  I choose to not do that to my daughters.

This is my long-winded explanation for why I have too many dirty dishes - and why I’m okay with it. Besides, I’ve thought up a solution:  I’m sure both girls will agree to eggs made of pure chocolate :)

Yasmin Alibhai-Brown: Behind every murderous man, you’ll find a loyal spouse

I hope that you are all having a blessed Ramadan so far – filled with lots of good deeds and blessings :)  

I came across this article and just had to share:

http://www.independent.co.uk/opinion/commentators/yasmin-alibhai-brown/yasmin-alibhaibrown-behind-every-murderous-man-youll-find-a-loyal-spouse-2333573.html

It asks some great questions about specific women who might have once sought respect and admiration from others  but how can we look up to women who stand by husbands with outrageous transgressions? *** Sigh *** May Allah ease the suffering of all those who have been hurt by such people. 

Walaikum assalam wa rahmatullah!

I (HEART) Ramadan

 
Ramadan in the summer is officially here!  I have to admit that I was a bit weary thinking that the day will be long and the weather will be hot and my coffee fix will be delayed (you know you`re an addict when…), but I had forgotten how special Ramadan in the summer can be.  Of course, I wouldn’t underestimate the brilliance of Ramadan at any time of the year, but here, now, in August 2011, reminds me of when I was a girl for that was the last time a summer Ramadan had come.  It makes one wonder how many seasonal Ramadan cycles we`ll experience over a lifetime, eh?
 
Anyhow, when I was a girl, an imam would come from Saudi Arabia, the small Winnipeg Mosque would be filled with eager hearts and we just couldn’t get enough of the Quran.  In fact, because fajr was so close to the conclusion of the Taraweeh, we’d stick around for Qiyam and visit Dairy Queen for suhoor :)   Sleep was an afterthought – especially with friends who shared the experience (maybe your remember this article:  http://iamsheba.com/?p=429).  Good times, w’Allah.  ♥♥♥ my parents and not just for the banana splits or peanut buster parfaits  or because they allowed me to skip school when the lack of sleep got the better of me!
 
So, despite my perceived weariness over the timing this year, I do have positive memories of the last time.  This month, even though we are only on the second day, I’m grateful that there isn’t too much demand from work or school to preoccupy.  I’m grateful that the heat helps us stay in so that we can focus on the spiritual.  And I’m blessed that Ramadan is here and Allah has been so merciful to me, my family, my friends and my people.  May HE SWT bless those who are fighting for their lives and help them make a Ramadan filled with wonderful memories too.
 
I came across this aya – and oh, how the reminder benefits -: 
 
 

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“And give good tidings to those who believe and do righteous deeds that they will have gardens [in Paradise] beneath which rivers flow. Whenever they are provided with a provision of fruit therefrom, they will say, “This is what we were provided with before.” And it is given to them in likeness. And they will have therein purified spouses, and they will abide therein eternally. “
 
I’m no tafseer expert, but the idea of “this is what we are provided with before” is an incredible one.  It speaks to me and reminds me that we need to find inner contentment and peace and foster a sense of gratitude for everything that we experience – in the NOW.  And hopefully, we will be able to recognize it’s goodness now – and LATER too.  
 
May Allah accept from us.
Ramadan Mubarak everyone! 

TGFL – Thank God for libraries!

 This is something I wrote awhile back for Todays Parent Magazine and am reposting here in light of the recent Margaret Atwood/Toronto Councillor (and brother of the Mayor) issue.  Read about that here: http://boingboing.net/2011/07/27/toronto-councillor-to-margaret-atwood-on-library-closures-get-elected-to-office-or-pipe-down.html.  Seriously, where are our priorities?

Ode to the Library

I can’t begin to tell you what the library has meant to me over the years.  I first fell in love with the one above my preschool class.  I actually remember the cozy nook where I would snuggle with a book in the bitter cold of winter.  I probably couldn’t read yet, but somehow the pictures opened up a world of wonderment, and I knew that the words would come soon. 

In elementary school, we were fortunate enough to have a huge library with volumes of  the latest encyclopedias and “Shakespeare Simplified.” I spent months helping organize the books with the implementation of the Dewey decimal system.  It was a daunting task, but so amazing to see how many books the school library had, the possibilities.

In high school, the latest, greatest, most modern magazines were at our fingertips.  Teen People was a favorite (and not just for the 21 Jump Street features! – ya, I’m that old).

A few months spent in Saskatchewan, where I knew nobody, had the nearby library becoming my closest friend. 

And now, with my own children, the library is good for storytelling time (my toddler), quiet study time (my teenager), and an escape from ‘the hustle and bustle of life that is better than a luxurious spa weekend’ time (me).

They have diversity initiatives, writers-in-residence to encourage budding writers, youth leadership workshops, book clubs and so so much more…

I can’t begin to count the memories made, or the dollars saved, or the knowledge obtained, or the happiness I’ve reaped over the years. 

The library is priceless.

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*Ifyou follow my twitter feed, @iamsheba, I mentioned the sad situation about the Muslim students of Valley Park Middle School in Toronto who are having to deal with those wanting to take away their prayer time.  You can still sign the petition here (in support of the TDSB and the students):  http://www.petitionbuzz.com/petitions/letuspray

May Allah reward you:)

Really?

The Billionaire Sheikh Who Carved His Name Into an Island

You can read the article here:  http://www.theatlanticwire.com/global/2011/07/billionaire-sheikh-who-carved-his-name-island/40224/

And let us all reflect on this verse from the Quran:

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55:27

“Everyone upon it [the earth] will perish, and there will remain the Face of your Lord, Owner of Majesty and Honor.” (55:26-27)

 

 

 

I Just Wanted to Write

Although I come from a long line of people who hate excuses, I must forsake my family heritage to offer a few right here and right now in explanation of why I’ve been so un here.

Excuse #1:  I started teaching again.  It’s secondary school and I love love love it!  But there is a learning curve.

Excuse #2:  I started learning again.  As in officially prepping for graduate studies.  And there is definitely a learning curve.

Excuse #3:  I felt like I was ‘type-cast’ into a certain type of article/post and I wanted to try my hand with other types of writing.  One day I might tell you about my article in a Wedding Magazine or my piece on the Gulag labour camps of the Soviet Union – but I’m not sure if you’d be interested.  This is me repeating the line about ‘learning curves’.

Excuse #4:  How many ways can you write about time management and goal setting?  I was seriously starting to bore myself :P    I mean, buy the book or work-e-book and be done with it :)

Then there is the host of other regularly scheduled time zappers that just happen to be a part of everyday living.  Like children.  Like cooking.  Like cleaning.  Oui, c’est la vie.  – Did I mention I’ve been taking a French language course?

The only thing it seems that I haven’t been doing is connecting with others in the cyber world.  Now, this wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing except that I’ve missed you and missed writing here.

There have been times in the past few months that I might have come across something and wished to share but didn’t because I thought it would seem random.  There have been other times that I’ve felt like the site needed to be revamped but the process seemed to exhaustive so I let it slide.

And most times my excuses for dealing with the learning curves simply got the better of me.

But no more, inshaAllah.

In the past, people have approached me with ideas on how to expand this site or what the “iamsheba” brand should be about.  I resisted their suggestions, not because I felt that there was anything wrong with them (or maybe there was :P ) but because the ideas didn’t allow me to focus on the only thing I was sure that I wanted when this blog was first born:  I JUST WANTED TO WRITE!

And so it is in the spirit of that first inkling of inspiration that I return to you now.

I won’t always be in full writing form;

my thoughts might seem jumbled, my sentences incoherent, my words misspelled, my absences frequent…

but I will aim for writing that is (hopefully) inspirational.

Because that is how  I am Sheba was born.  And that is how she will rise again.  May Allah SWT put barakah in her and you and all that you do!

Walaikum assalam wa rahmatullah,

Heba

P.S.  I know it’s hard to stay connected on the web these days by sheer volume of what’s out there.  I tried to get up to date with all that’s new on the Muslim website scene recently and seriously my head was spinning.  There is sooo much out there now!  I’m still deciding if that is a good thing because the idea of too much choice is paralyzing.  Read this one to see what I mean:

Is That Your Final Answer?   Why Having Too Many Options May Not Be a Good Thing and How to Decide Between Them

What I’m trying to say is that if you want to keep abreast of when I do post, you can follow @iamsheba on twitter or enter your email address into something or other somewhere here (I think!).  Do people still use email?

MIA _ i KNoW anD i AM soRRy

 

SubhanAllah, the world is changing so much.  Like many of you, I`ve been watching the news (and twitter!) with a weary eye.  First, Tunis – then Egypt.  And then all of that pales in comparison with Libya.  May Allah`s hand be with the hands of those who suffer and strive and grant them victory over injustice. 

And anything going on in individual lives seems so small and inconsequential.  But I`ve been busy  – gone back to teaching – and learning – and just living away and beyond a computer screen (even checking twitter on my phone).  In any case, I know I`ve been neglecting iamsheba.com – if it`s any consolation, I`ve abandoned some of my other writing posts too.  I hope to get back in the groove of things soon – but in the meantime - please enjoy this poem.  A dear friend sent it to me and it spoke so to the both of us – in light of the personal and the collective.

IF

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

Keep in touch via twitter: @iamsheba

 

Want what you have; have what you want

 

I recently read a book about a woman who feels disappointed with the life she’s living, despite the fact that her life measured high by today’s standards.  Her husband was loving and gainfully employed.  She was a mother to a healthy toddler and she had enough time on her hands to pursue whatever she wanted to pursue.  But she isn’t happy.  She’s too preoccupied with her past, thinking that maybe she married the wrong guy, gave up on her blossoming career too soon, and let go of all the ambitions and dreams that she’d held onto since childhood.

It’s a story I’ve heard many times, from people around the world, who, for whatever reason, aren’t happy with the life they have right now and are filled with resentment.  They don’t see a way out.

In the book, her regrets lead her to a masseuse whose handiwork (meant to relieve the woman’s stress) sends her back 5 years in the past, before she married, before she had her daughter, and before she’d given up her blossoming career for her present life.  Given the chance, what would she change?  Knowing what she knows the future will hold, what would she do differently? 

The book actually has a ridiculous premise, but at the same time it’s a worthy one.  And lest you think I’m writing a book review here, please note that I am not.  Reading can be considered part of my job requirement and sometimes a book is good, sometimes it’s an utter waste of time.  While this one might fall in the latter category – there were some nuggets of insight that I walked away with and that I’d like to share with you, especially if you can empathize with the people that can empathize with the heroine.

There’s a popular saying that states that “happiness is not having what you want, but it’s wanting what you have.”  While the idea of contentment and being pleased with your life has its roots in a Muslim lifestyle, so does setting goals and pursuing a better life.  Growth is good. 

But how can the idea of being content mesh with the idea of pursuing something better?  They might seem contradictory – but I have a bit of a guideline for you: 

When you set goal for yourself, make sure they come from a place of abundance.

On your personal goal list, you should include the things they want and already have. For example, if the heroine in the book I read had thought I want a spectacular relationship with my husband. I already have this and I want it. I want it from a place of abundance and the wanting feels good.  She might have been able to appreciate her relationship more and the result might have been a stronger marriage.  She might have thought that indeed I have all this free time on my hands and I had such a budding career, how can I harness this so that even though I might not be able to work in the same company I’d previously worked in, how can I harness the resources around me (and my new found motherly wisdom) so that I’d still be a factor in my chosen career path? 

Wanting is an amazing, inspiring, wonderful thing when we want from a place of abundance. It can be exciting and energizing to think about what we want for our lives. It opens us up to our own growth and creativity to set big goals and cultivate the new thinking required to achieve them.

Wanting is what keeps life moving forward in a positive way, but it‘s also about feeling gratitude for what we have now and for where we are now that makes all this possible.

Abu Hurayrah, may Allah SWT be pleased with him narrates that the Prophet Muhammad SAW has said: “The strong believer is better and more beloved to Allah than the weak believer, while there is good in both. Guard over that which benefits you, seek Allaah’s Assistance, don’t lend yourself to things devoid of benefit.  If something befalls you, then don’t say ‘If I only would have done such and such,’ rather say, ‘Qaddarallaahu wa maa shaa’ fa’al’ (Allaah ordained (this) and He does what He wills), for verily the phrase ‘If I would have’ makes way for the work of the devil (shaytan).”  (Hadith Muslim)

Before I’d finished the book, I knew how it would end.  I knew that the heroine would come to the conclusion that her current life was the best possible one.  There are no do-overs, no going back in time, only forgiveness and the decision to be stronger now.  She had to grow and set new goals because the goodness in her (despite her initial weakness) would make her see this.  I knew the ending because I’d lived the story and seen it unfold in the lives of other sisters many times before. Wanting what we have now is how we get what we want for always.  And Allah knows best.