tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9804905428112575842024-03-13T12:24:11.890-07:00MuslimsdayLifestyle of a muslim-girl.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00835314607792218620noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980490542811257584.post-57382148470880616542016-03-16T06:40:00.003-07:002016-03-16T06:40:44.505-07:00kibir ve zikir<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span lang="TR">Kulagimda qasida burda sharif dinliyorken,
kitabimda bu baslik altinda yazmak istedigim yaziyi yarim birakip
tembelligimden buraya atladim. Insan klavye üzerinde hizlica yazmaya alistiktan
sonra hic yavas yavas kursun kalemle yazasi gelmiyor. Özellikle hayati benim
gibi yogun ve ara sira stresli gecen bir insansa, rasyonelliginden zaman
kaybina katlanamayacak derecede rahatsizlik duyan biriyse eger... bu el yazisi
ile yazmak nerdeyse olmayacak kadar zor geliyor gözüme. Iki cümle yazana kadar
okadar vakit geciyor ki , sanki on kere cümleyi düsünüp yazmis gibi oluyorum
sonunda. Eh haliyle sonunda daha düsünülmüs ve daha güzel cümleler cikiyor
ortaya, el yazisiyla o güzel kaftan kapli kitabimda da oldukca hos duruyor, ama
o güzel cümleler tek tek tasarlanmis cevherler bile olsa aralarindaki bag
kopuyor, ve sonunda kendim bile okusam bazen ne kast ettiğimi veyahutta bir
düsünceden birdahaki düsünceye nasil geldigimi anlayamiyorum. Sonunda tek tek
inciler bir araya gelip güzel bir kolye olmaktan aciz iseler, ne ise yararlar ?
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<span lang="TR">Aralarindaki baglayici bir ip olsunki,
basindaki tasarlayanin kafasında olup bitenler anlasilsin. O yüzden bugün
klavye.</span><br />
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<span lang="TR">Asil mevzu cok daha derin tabiki. Tembellikten
öte giden iki mevzuu hatta. Bu gece bitmeyebilir yani…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="TR">İlk uzun mevzu kendi ömrümde gözlemlediğim bir
mekanizma, bir huy, bir fenomen ? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="TR">Imani bulduğum yillar <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>yükseklerde olan heyecan ve imanimdan dolayi
bana amel etmek zor gelmez, nefsimi yenip kalp gözüyle bakmak cok zor gelmezdi.
Lakin sükrümün yetersizliğine veriyorumki bunu kaybettim. Etrafımdakiler bunun
normal olduğundan bahsediyor, ben bir takim başka dis etkenlerde de neden
aramaya calisiyorum. Sorunun nerde olduğunu henüz cözmüs değilim, o yüzden
maalesef bugün oturup buraya ey günlük kalbimin ilacini buldum diyemicem. Lakin
nefsimin cok daha güçlü olduğunu hissediyorum. Ve bu ömrümün her iki
cihanindada bana hem zorluk getirdi ve getirecek , hem ilahi güce kul olmak için
yaratilmis fitratima karsi hemde içime bir gerginlik veriyor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="TR">O yillar amelin gerçekten iman tatmis insanlar
için cok kolay birsey olduğuna simsiki inanir ve bundan yola cikarak insanlar hakkında
düşünürdüm. Yani insanlarin imanlarini amellerine göre var veya yok sayar(bunu
henüz tamamen atmis değilim, ve doğru veya yanlisligi hakkındada karar vermiş değilim),
ona göre onlarla bag kurar veya kurmazdım. Yok veya avuç kadar imanlari olduğunu
düşünsemde onlarla yinede bag kurmaya karar verdiğimde bunu ancak onlara “yârdim”
etmek içindi. Ah cahil kalbim…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="TR">Sonra olan tam olarak bu oluyordu : Onlar
üzerinde uğraşıp, caba sarf ediyordum. Hemde bol bol. Bol bol dua ederdim. Ve
günün birinde amelleri cogaldiginda imanlarida cogaldi sanir (bunun bakin
tekrar söylüyorum hala bir nevi doğru olduğunu düşünüyorum! Bunlarin ikisi hic
bir zaman bagimsiz olmadi, olamaz ve olmayacakta!) ve sonunda cok büyük bir
hataya düşerdim. Bu hata her daim (demekki) zamandan zamana bozuk olan
niyetimden kaynaklaniyor olmali.Cünkü ben bu insanlardan bazen teşekkür icabi
birsey beklediğimi hissediyordum. Bunu bir minnettarlık veya söz icabi bir teşekkürden
ibaret olmasi gerekmiyordu, hatta bunu istemiyordum. Sanirim bu sekilde nefsim için
cok bariz sekilde bir kötülük olurdu ve seytan nefsimi bukadar acikca kötü olan
bir isteğe itmek için cok daha fazla ugrasmasi gerekirdi. Ama velakin… bazen bu
insanlarin bana karsi daha yumuşak, biraz daha merhametli ve normalindan biraz
daha sevgi dolu olmalarinin gerektiğini hissediyordum. Böyle bir istek vardi içimde
demekki . Adeta birsey bekliyormuş gibiymişim ! Rabbim, sen böylesine küçük birsey
için senin rizani kaybetmekten koru, niyetlerimizi halis eyle ve başka niyetlerden
arindir…. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="TR">Fark etmeden bozuk olan niyetlerimize gözümüze
ilişir hale getir ve dosdoğru ve saf eyle.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="TR">Ikinci mevzu tasavvuf…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="TR">Imani bulduğum zamanlar bolca tasavvuf
musikisi ve zikir dinlerdim. Bolca Kuran dinleyip rahatlar, yine bolca zikirde
bulunurdum. Bu benim kalbimi öylesine rahatlatirdiki…Nerdeyse uçacak kus kadar
hafifler, sevgiyle dolup tasar, ta en derinimde olan bir huzuru bulur ve O ve
Onun kusursuz sevgisinden başka hicbirseye muhtaç olmazdım. Günüm her aninda
zikir ile geçerdi. Iste takva buydu… Takva zikirdi ! Simdi yine hatirladim , o
yaz günleri bol bol Semerkandin kitaplarini okur, tezkiye ve zikirle meşgul olurdum.
Beni tüm salih amellere iten ancak o ask oldu. Temiz bir kalp isteği oldu, ve
tüm bunlara götüren tek yol ebediyyen zikretmekti. Zikrimin azaldigi gibi dünyaya
ne cabuk daldigimi artik gördüm. Ve evet nefsimin beni eline geçirip istediği gibi
Seytanin eline yem olduğunu gördüm. Cok acizim. Herseyden cok benim bas vasfim
acz. Degisik seylermi denemek istedim ? Vallahi bilmiyorum. Orucumu takva
ortaya cikarmisti, takvayida bende zikir meydana getirmişti. Zikrin kesildiği an
sanki bir nehri kaynagindan kesermişçesine herseyin kuruyup gittiğini daha
simdi anlıyorum. Halbuki nefsimin büyüdüğünü, beni nasil eline aldigini anlıyordum.
Kitabimda ondan nasil korktuğumu ve nefsin büyümesiyle korkumunda büyümesine
dair okadar yazi var. Cok korktuğumu ve artik ona karsi agir bir darbede
bulunmamin zamani çoktan gelip geçmekte olduğunu yazmisim. Kendime cesaret verirmişçesine.
Hadi, hadi vur, ona karsi gel, daha fazla seni cehenneme sürüklemesine izin
verme diye kendime haykirirmiscasina yazmisim. Ama cesaretini topladıktan sonra
etrafına ürkek bir köpek yavrusu gibi bakip kacmisim, çünkü elimde zikir
kilicini coktandir gerilerde birakip unutmuşum… Onu göremeyince neye dayanarak
yüzüme siritan o seytani nefse vurabilirdim ? Neyle savasacagima sasirarak çaresizce
kactim. Zikirdi eksiğim…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="TR">Bir kac gün önce 2016 basladi ve biz o aksami “Poesie
für den Propheten” diye bir programla Sehitlikte geçirdik. Singapurlu bir seyh
gelip bize Burdai Serifin aciklamasini yapti. Sonra … Darul Hikma camiisinin
bolca dinlemiş olduğum kaside grubu kasideler söyledi…öylesine kaybettiler
kendilerini en sevgiliye övgüler yagdirirken, öylesine coştu ve kalplerindeki
asklari döktülerki ortaya… yada en azindan o manevi havaya, o ilahi aska ve
zikre muhtaç olan kalbime öyle geldi. Her kalp bir nevi istediğini görmezmi ? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="TR">Simdide bakıyorum bulunduğum cemaate… cok
seviyorum sizi. Milli Görüsüm, Allah hepinizden razi olsun. Sonra Selef
camiileri, Allah sizinde yardimciniz olsun… <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="TR">Ama birsey eksik. Zikir eksik. Zikirde bana
yol gösteren ve nefsimin beni yoruldun diye kandırmak istediği an beni zorlayan
birileri… Beni cennete onun ask yolunda götüren bir cemaat. Sizede ihtiyacim
var… Daha cok yazılacak satir var… Ama nefsim şimdilik beni yorulduğuma inandirdi.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Most of us have a quite good working conscience and know too well when we didn't behave the way we should have, our weren't able to live up to our own standards. Some of us try to ignore the nerve-wracking knocking of our conscience on the doors of our mind, but there aren't many who are successful in doing so. So noone really should be in need to tell you whether you're right or wrong. You should be able to see it yourself in a quite moment of leaning back and pondering. If there is something bothering you - its time to rethink our actions.<br />
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But many times after sinning, being mean or simply not doing good enough we don't have the courage to stand up and fix what we have broken.<br />
What you don't repair will remain broken. If you have an honest interest in a relationship , and that should be the case if you befriended/married the right people, you might also have an honest interest in fixing the cracks.<br />
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Even if you weren't the one who made the cracks go that deep, and even if you weren't the one who started the conflict at all, you have with a high chance a good share in it.<br />
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So go ahead and fix it. If you can't fix it : make it less hurting. Clean your conscience, make a move and step out of you're comfort zone. Forget the ego.<br />
The other side might be waiting for your move, struggling the same way <strike>and not being able to win over their ego</strike>. They might be looking forward to seeing you again.<br />
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What have you done wrong ? What could have you done better ? What do you still stand behind ? Why are you upset ? Why is the other side upset ? How can you change it ?<br />
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What does the other mean to you ? Why do you like them ? Why could they be liking you ? Is the issue worth risking the relationship ?<br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">Do you often react in a way in which you wish you shouldn't ? How are you planning to change it ? </span><br />
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Once you apologize for something you will be a lot less likely to repeat the same behaviour. Apologizing is never easy in the first moment. Admitting ones own faults to someone we have wronged without trying to justify is never a pleasurable experience for the first seconds. It might take some mental preparation time. But its worth it.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00835314607792218620noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980490542811257584.post-70997412157437980362015-10-11T14:22:00.000-07:002015-10-11T14:22:20.522-07:00Working on ahlaq pt.1Last week I had a little fight with someone and was lost in thoughts about how I could be such a jerk sometimes while I was at the same time praying 5 times a day, making regular dhikr and attending classes every week.<br />
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For those who understand Turkish just go ahead and listen to what he has to say. For my English speaking readers Im going to paraphrase his thesis shortly in the next paragraph.</div>
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His thesis is quite simple : He basically says that adab is more important on the day of judgement than deeds. He quotes some ayahs in which Allah adresses his Rasool and draws attention to the point that he never only says "Muhammad" to his beloved Prophet, but always dresses him with respect and love. If even the creator himself shows such compassion in addressing his own creation, what does that teach us about the importance of manners ?</div>
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I feel like our generation has lost a lot in this field.We are so knowledgeable but our manners lack a deeper understanding. So to say we seem to be a little like the Jews who made their religion into an academic discipline. We prefer arguing about whether the feet have to be three fingers apart or four while praying , we tend to focus on how well the melody was after a recitation instead of being absorbed by its meaning. On the other side we try to hide from being actively engaged in lessons about manners and ahlaq. We know its uncomfortable to think about things we can not easily get used to, because they are not simply a <i>behaviour , </i>but a way of thinking, and even more a way of feeling.</div>
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While praying in a physical sense can be achieved through chaining a row of actions together, the adab of prayer, and this way the real prayer, can only be achieved through focusing mentally and emotionally as well. And focusing emotionally and mentally requires constant reflection and self observation. The mind can not just wander, and emotions which naturally follow the wandering path of the mind can not do so as well. Instead one has to take all responsibility for ones own thoughts, must recognize that he is not only fully responsible for them, but is also perfectly able to control them and think of the fact that he is in an undisturbed dialogue with his creator himself. </div>
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But we never focused on that. We were taught all the rules and regulations without grasping the deeper meaning, without understanding the essence of this deen. And so many of our prayers remained void of any spirituality, many of our fasts in fact did not benefit us except making us hungry and thirsty and although we raised our hands to make dua to the Allmighty - we all know that too many times our lips were moving, but our hearts were in very different places. </div>
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The simplest of them. A lack of manners is mostly a lack of sincerity. </div>
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So I packed my thoughts and pushed all of them to the side for a little while. My very base is cracked, I desperately need to work on my manners with everything. </div>
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So Im starting my journey of manners inside the journey of my life. A journey towards better manners, towards a beautified ahlaq. Towards more resemblance with the most beloved of the creation. </div>
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For every now and then Ill blog about habits and reflections. About goals and my steps towards achieving them. For every curious soul out there : I invite you to walk a little of that journey with me. And for every sincere soul out there who thinks, that they kind of feel or think the same : I invite you to walk this path completely with me, and even further than I might make it. May Allah be our protector and helper on this journey.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00835314607792218620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980490542811257584.post-83435500144461235822015-08-23T03:24:00.002-07:002015-08-23T03:24:37.560-07:00Hüzün takvaya dahilmi ?Son zamanlarda çözemediğim bir konuyla yoğruluyorum.<br />
Bundan bir kaç sene önce ben ilk defa anlayarak ve hakiki bir şekilde iman ettim. Çok zor, yoğun ve bunaltıcı bir arayış döneminin ardından bulduğum iman gücü beni ve hayata bakış açımı adeta tekrar diriltti.<br />
Ama bu diriliş hiç bir zaman başka insanlarla gülüp eğlenmeyi, başkalarının beraberliğinden hoşlanmayı kapsamadı. Etrafımdaki insanlar her daim rabbimle aramda bir engel, ona yaklaşmaya kullanmak istediğim zamanı neredeyse boşa harcayan sosyal fıtratımın bir gerekçesiydi. Aklen bunun böyle olmadığını çok iyi bilsem bile hissiyatım böyleydi. Yalnız kalmak isterdim. Ilahi sohbet , onunla aramdaki mahremiyet bozulmasın , kimse rahatsız etmesin isterdim.<br />
Ve onun himayesine vardığımda daima ağlardım. Namazlarım her daim hıçkırıklı, dualarım gözyaşlarıyla yoğrulmuştu.<br />
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Ben nezaman Ona yaklaştığımı hissetsem hep ağlardım. Bir kere Onun karşısına geçip gülmeyi cahillikten sayardım, edebe aykırı bilirdim. Kim cüret edebilirdi alemlerin Rabbi karşısında gülmeye ? Üstelik günahlarında adeta boynuna kadar boğulurken ? Takva sahibi insan ise her daim Onun gözetimi altında olduğunu anladığı vakit bu hal artar. Takvanın artmasıyla sanki hüzün de gittikçe büyür.<br />
Öbür dünyayı bu dünyaya tercih etmeyi başardığım an kendi ibadetlerimin nekadar yetersiz olduğun anlayarak ağlardım. Zahidleri beğenir , zühdü ariflik vasfı sayar, en çok onlara imrenirdim. Onlar ise her daim süküt etmeyi, az yiyip az gülmeyi tavsiy ettiler. Ve hakikaten bu huyları nezaman edindiysem beni Ona daima yakınlaştırdı.<br />
Ama sadakat emsali Ebu Berkirden bir rivayet okudumki beni çözemediğim bir problemin eşiğine sürükledi. Yanlış anlaşılmasın , akli bir problem değil daha çok kalben tam kavrayamamamdan kaynaklanan bir sorun.<br />
Peygamber efendimiz insanlara daima tebessüm eder, onlara gülümsermiş.<br />
Nasıl ? diye kalıverdim.<br />
Ki o, insanlardan ilahi makama en yakın olan.Takvada en üstün olan, En çok tövbe eden .<br />
Anlayamamıştım. Yoksa benim bildiğim gibi değilmiydi ?<br />
Ve şimdi size soruyorum :<br />
Hüzün takvaya dahilmi ?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00835314607792218620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980490542811257584.post-28426926962046317462015-07-27T01:17:00.000-07:002015-12-01T08:03:11.356-08:00Why I stopped writing<br />
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<span dir="LTR" style="font-family: "calibri";">It’s not like someone who is attached to his pen and paper could ever stop writing and this way getting rid of all his thoughts. Over time writing becomes an obsession and develops into more of a need than a hobby. And its not even like I stopped caring for my blog. I was recently checking my website, never even thinking about shutting it down.</span><br />
<span dir="LTR" style="font-family: "calibri";">But since I couldnt get myself to post anything, the idea of closing it all down completely drew closer. It only seemed logical for the last few weeks. Whenever I had written and then was about to click on the tiny little ‘publish’ button a thought crossed my mind. I asked myself whether this text was needed and beneficial. None of them WERENT, but none of them were very beneficial in a sense that it might have some real impact as well. I also thought, that I am not qualified to write in any way. In religious regards – I am not an alim, Im not even a theologian, although I’ve benefitted from a good religious education from child –age on.So I have knowledge, but not even nearly as much as those who are truly qualified to state any opinion – I thought.</span><br />
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<span dir="LTR" style="font-family: "calibri";">People should go on and read texts, which were truly important and of truly qualified poeple. The internet makes nearly everything easily accessible from home. Ancient texts of great scholars of the islamic history have become available in modern English.Those were texts worth the read. Texts worth the time. Truly educating texts. Who was I ? I shouldnt waste peoples time.</span><br />
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<span dir="LTR" style="font-family: "calibri";">I never talked about this to anyone. When I finally opened up to a friend of mine she shook her head. ‘Thats so wrong’, she said. ‘Those who read that kind of literature will continue doing so and those who dont might get into the muslim mindset through yours.’</span><br />
<span dir="LTR" style="font-family: "calibri";">One more reason was, that I noticed my texts getting more and more critical of other people. Especially liberal ‘neomuslims’ as I call them. Doubting any benefit from putting out criticism I didnt post any of these texts. </span><br />
<span dir="LTR" style="font-family: "calibri";">Just to realize now,that the opinions I hold might be radical, but should be put out there to give a counterside to all the wishy washy ‘Islam is only love’-texts which are on the rise. </span><br />
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became loud yesterday, louder than normal. So loud that it even overpowered the
noise of my heart, although I was sitting at a Tafseer lesson (interpretation
of the holy Quran) which I thought would challenge mostly the heart. But indeed
one needs the intellect and the heart, and both of them are intertwined for
eternity. One can not come to use its full potential without the other. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And
yesterday my intellect interrupted the noise of my heart. And I started to
think about wealth.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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to have gained a little bit more of understanding, a little bit more of insight
into the endless wisdom of the holy Quran. If there is anything beneficial in
my thoughts I should share them, so here –after again a long period of
abstinence – I am about to share a fraction of them with everyone whos willing
to connect with them and take them in with a clean heart.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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teaches us about dozens of civilisations which come and go , come and go
endlessly . With patience the Allmighty tells us the very similar story of many
civilisations which got doomed because of very similar crimes. One of the many
parallels you see between the doomed civilisations of this earth is that they
are almost never poor. On quite the opposite they were rich in every aspect to
be thought of in a materialistic sense, often times had mastered difficult
discipli</span><span style="line-height: 107%;">nes like architecture and were prospering in means of culture and wealth.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">At the same
time the downward spiral sets in almost everytime with rising wealth. Greed comes into the
hearts. But why is it that those who have more than enough become stingy in
spending ? Why do those who have every reason to be grateful become ungrateful?
What is it, that comes into the human heart with wealth ? And what is it that
happens in the human mind?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It is surely
connected to the <i>illusion of humankind to gain power through wealth</i>. The one
who makes continously the experience of achieving all they want for this world
with money attribute power to it and fail to see its limits. If money means
power and power corrupts, man becomes arrogant through is money.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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not what I want to focus on as it seems to me that this is common sense. Today
I’d like to go a little further and take also into consideration what the
almighty has given us as a <b><i>cure. </i></b><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">''O you who have believed, indeed many of the
scholars and the monks devour the wealth of people unjustly and avert [them]
from the way of Allah . <b>And those who
hoard gold and silver and spend it not in the way of Allah
- give them tidings of a painful punishment.''</b></span><br />
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itself is not a problem if it comes and goes, but becomes problematic if its
kept for the hearts of its temporary owners.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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in masses and those who do. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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wealthy money becomes the means of an addiction. The hoarder is addicted. From a specific limit on there are no basic
needs one could fullfill with wealth anymore. All material/physical needs are
fullfilled at that point, so that money itself becomes useless to raise ones
levels of contentment. But at that point man is already the victim of his own
operant conditioning , because until
that point came, he always experienced the fullfillment of his needs with money.
Staying true to that schema he tries to comprimise mental or social needs
through wealth, money now gets an<b> intrinsic value</b>. It becomes good in and in it
self, making the gain of it a positive thing. It is no longer the means to
anything. It becomes a purpose. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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know from experience the inhibition becomes higher and higher everytime to achieve some level
of contentment through material goods. We can see an addictional behavior. Wealth
is the narcotic and seperation from narcotics is hard.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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modern psychology. How endlessly wise is He ,who has given the cure with the
disease and how ignorant would we be to not follow the commandments of the one,
who has created us and knows our own souls better than ourself.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00835314607792218620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980490542811257584.post-83863451130738676592014-10-06T11:39:00.000-07:002014-10-06T12:26:52.235-07:00for sure <span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14.399999618530273px; line-height: 17.920000076293945px;">In the name of Allah,</span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rahman_(Islamic_term)" style="background: none rgb(255, 255, 255); color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14.399999618530273px; line-height: 17.920000076293945px; text-decoration: none;" target="_self" title="Rahman (Islamic term)">the Most Gracious</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14.399999618530273px; line-height: 17.920000076293945px;">, </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rahim" style="background: none rgb(255, 255, 255); color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14.399999618530273px; line-height: 17.920000076293945px; text-decoration: none;" target="_self" title="Rahim">the Most Merciful</a><br />
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In this life nothing is for<span style="color: #ead1dc;"> sure</span>. There is no such thing as character,there are only situations and behaviors.There is no such thing like a permanent decision, there are merely temporary contentments with them. There is no one-way-road, the traffic on the highway of life is constantly dense in both directions. There is no such thing as a guaranteed status, there are only long moments.<br />
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Nothing in this world stays like it is, nothing, because this is the very nature of this dunya. It is the essence of this dimension : change. And no change comes withouth pain if you loved or just got attached to moments of the past.<br />
Change means pain and it will always mean pain if you don't understand how this place is designed to hurt you : This dunya is temporary , it exists through collapsing moments quickly followed by newly created ones, it exists through change. This dimension is temporary, but you were designed for the eternity.<br />
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<i>If change is pain and dunya is constant change, than dunya is constant pain.</i><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcul3UILSyDGnUOxoErqxKaxWayge5AA99MEY71niuAJKizwXavLgQT99EgP4bR_EdIUGXV-N5lAwjxDsrFbADwkaxlPgg4OOMAMAcN1iAR_Vc9Fks2609x1AgPtI6XvrjKFkxPQLMhw/s1600/IMG-20140612-WA0027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcul3UILSyDGnUOxoErqxKaxWayge5AA99MEY71niuAJKizwXavLgQT99EgP4bR_EdIUGXV-N5lAwjxDsrFbADwkaxlPgg4OOMAMAcN1iAR_Vc9Fks2609x1AgPtI6XvrjKFkxPQLMhw/s1600/IMG-20140612-WA0027.jpg" height="640" width="472" /></a>Nothing in this world stays like it is, not even the vehicles in which we move through this dimension do: the body renews itself constantly, withdrawn from my control. Even I myself change and even this is out of my control.<br />
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Two chances exist for mankind to escape that viscious cycle :<br />
He either escapes dunya and enters into eternity or he stops getting attached to moments. Moments go, don't hold on to them, to nothing in your life. Whether good or bad, moments pass. They go and they never return until the day of ultimate justice.<br />
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<i>Let go, they will either go eitherway.</i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00835314607792218620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980490542811257584.post-30998968352928359822014-04-05T04:41:00.000-07:002014-04-05T04:41:15.663-07:00Wie Heimat ein Begriff für mich wurde Als ich heute meinen alten Block aufschlug, sprang mir ein alter Text entgegen, den ich verfasst haben musste als noch nichts klar war was meinen Verbleib für dieses Jahr angeht. Ich fühle mittlerweile anders, ich liebe die Türkei und ich möchte mein restliches Leben hier verbringen, aber für mich allein behalten will ich den Text dann doch lieber nicht.<br />
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05.08.2013<br />
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Gestern bin ich 18 geworden.Vor kurzer Zeit habe ich meiin Abitur abgelegt.<br />
Die Welt steht mir nun offen, ich möchte studieren.<br />
Wer die Universitäten verfolgt wird wissen, dass die NC durch die Dächer durch sind ( Erziehungswissenschaften 1,8) und man unmöglich studieren kann. Mein Wunschstudium Psychologie liegt bei 1,0. Also habe ich mich in ganz Deutschland und auch privat beworben.Wenn nicht endlich mehr Studienplätze und menschliche Zugangsvoraussetzungen geschaffen werden wird das die Privatisierung des Bildungssektors forcieren aber das steht auf einem anderen Blatt.<br />
<i>Heute möchte ich über etwas ganz anderes sprechen. Mein Blog ist nicht politisch, mir geht es um Gefühle, um die menschlichen Auf- und Abfahrten im Leben. Ich möchte über Heimat sprechen. Und ich möchte ein Geständnis ablegen.</i><br />
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Da ich bis Oktober Zeit habe genieße ich momentan den Luxus mich zwei Monate im Urlaub in der Türkei zu befinden.Meine Familie befindet sich schon in Deutschland.Als nun schon zwei Absagen und ein Ausschluss eintrudelten (mein NC liegt übrigens bei 1,7) rief mein Vater mich an und berichtete mir von der Möglichkeit in Istanbul zu studieren -Vollstipendium, Privatuni mit hochgradiger akademischer Belegschaft, kleinen Kursen, internationaler Studentenschaft, auf Englisch und mit einem Double Major.<br />
Ich war begeistert und bewarb mich sofort.Man war sehr freundlich, half mir wo nur möglich und gab mir das Vollstipendium.<br />
Voller Elan stürtzte ich mich in den Papierkram und begann Istanbul zu erkunden, nach einer Bleibe zu suchen - zwei Wochen verstrichen.<br />
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<i>Ich begann zu zögern. Mein 18.Geburtstag verstrich ohne meine Familie, die wichtigste Nacht (Laylatul-Quadr) im islamischen Kalender ebenfalls und das Ramadanfest würde ebenfalls ohne Familie verstreichen.</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Fatih camii</i></td></tr>
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<i>Ich begann alleine zu weinen</i>. Meine Tränen waren überraschend, sie überrumpelten mein Umfeld und am allermeisten mich selbst. Weder konnte ich das fremde Nass auf meinem Gesicht stoppen, noch den Schmerz in der Brust. Untröstlich weinte ich eine ganze Stunde lang. Dann konnte lediglich das Gebet meinen Schmerz stillen, mich trösten.<br />
Es scheint hier als würde ich ziemlich häufig weinen, aber das ist mitnichten der Fall. Es ist nur so, dass ich jedes Mal schreibe wenn ich weine.<br />
Ich vermisste meine Mutter und ich hatte das seltsame Verlangen in dieses mich ablehnende Land Deutschland zurückzuwollen. Wenn ich alleine in Istanbul umherirrte fühlte ich Zuneigung, Zugehörigkeit aber eben auch Verwirrung. Gewisse Dinge stachen mir ins Auge, ich störte mich regelrecht an ihnen..<br />
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<b><i>Und dann stand ich vor der seltsamen, viel zu großen, viel zu erwachsenen Aufgabe mein Leben selbst in die Hand zu nehmen und mir ein Land als meine Heimat auszusuchen</i></b>. Sollte ich mein Herz in der Hälfte durchschneiden?<br />
Ja, als junge aufbrausende Ayşe verkündete ich immer lauthals ich sei stolze Türkin ,wollte nichts mit Deutschland zu tun haben und wollte sowieso zurück in die Türkei.<br />
Diese Göre ist heute etwas zahmer geworden.<br />
Da sie nun an der Weggabelung steht ist sie sich nun doch nicht mehr ganz so sicher.<i>Und dann fällt ihr plötzlich ein, dass sie über dem ganzen <span style="font-family: 'Linux Libertine', Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.3;">Ä</span>rger mit der Islamophobie und dem Rassismus ja doch irgendwie dieses komische Dings hat: Dieses... Deutschsein.</i><br />
Irgendwie ist ihr das ganze von damals auch ein wenig peinlich und sie weiß, dass es so gut wie allen Migrantenkindern so geht wie ihr.Sie weiß, dass viele das nicht unbedingt realisieren bevor sie vor der Wahl stehen, es vielleicht verdrängen oder so. Wahrscheinlich lesen das auch grade auch ein paar von eben diesen Migrantenkindern, schütteln heftig die Köpfe und verfluchen Ayşe, weil sie ja so einen Unsinn verzapft. Sie kennt das am besten von sich selbst.<br />
Und nun, da ich zugegeben habe, dass ich wohl auch irgendwie Deutsche bin, ja verdammt nochmal dann hattet ihr eben Recht, dann habt ihr mich eben erwischt, möchte ich zeigen wieso: Gewisse Prinzipien gehen ins Blut über.<br />
Ich liebe in Deutschland die Pünktlichkeit, dass man zu einem Rendezvous eben nicht eine halbe Stunde später erscheint als vereinbart und die Handwerker die sich für 12 angekündigt haben auch um 12 auf der Matte stehen und nicht um 17 Uhr. Ich liebe die Genauigkeit mit der gearbeitet wird, dass die neue Dusche nicht knirscht und die Wand bis an den Rand abgeklebt und bemalt wird statt einfach die hässlichen Übermalungen in Kauf zu nehmen.<br />
Ich schätze die Gesetzestreue, die Loyalität gegenüber Regeln und Autoritäten, dass man im Verkehr auf Ampeln achtet, auf Schilder und nicht 120 auf einer 60 km/h-Strecke fährt.Dass man sich anschnallt.<br />
Ich mag die Ablehnung gegenüber reinen Oberflächlichkeiten, die Geringschätzung von Statussymbolen und die kritische Hinterfragung der eigenen Position. Ich liebe das gute Auge für Polemik,Halbwissen und Scharlatane.Ich liebe die Diskussionskultur und das prinzipiell erst einmal jeder das Recht hat seine Position darzulegen.<br />
Ich schätze die Disziplin,die Arbeitsmoral, die Professionalität, den Fleiß.<br />
Ich hasse den Rassismus, die Islamophobie, die Kälte, dass man allein in der Menge ist, das Fehlen von ordentlichen familiären Strukturen, die Missachtung von menschlichen Notsituationen.<br />
Ich liebe in der Türkei die Freundlichkeit,das Fehlen von Fremdheit.<br />
Ich liebe die Zivilcourage, die Hilfsbereitschaft, dass mich der Onkel am Abend an der Busstation in den richtigen Bus dirigiert und sogar mich bis nach Hause begleitet, es als unverschämt betractet als ich mein Portemonnaie zücke und darauf besteht zu zahlen.<br />
Ich liebe die lachenden Gesichter in der Sonne, die Zufriedenheit der Menschen mit einfachen Dingen. Dem Meer zum Beispiel und einer kühlen Brise.<br />
Ich <b><i>vergöttere</i></b> das praxisorientierte Denken, dass eben das Ergebnis zählt und Regeln nur einem Zweck dienen. Dass man sie eben auch mal missachten kann , wenn sie unnütz sind. Dass uns die Bibliothekarin nicht verbietet zu dritt am Tisch zu sitzeb, weil es 'REGEL !' ist.<br />
Ich <b><i>sterbe</i></b> für den Çay am Abend, die Geschichten der Alten, die man achtet ,pflegt und nicht ins Altenheim abschiebt. Ich liebe das Gefühl eine Nation zu sein.<br />
Ich hasse die Großmauligkeit, die extreme Vorgehensweise gegeneinander in der Politik, die Unpünktlichkeit, die Faulheit.<br />
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Mein Herz ist gespalten in vier Teile. Eines liebt, eines hasst die Türkei. Eines liebt, eines hasst Deutschland.<br />
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<b><i>Gott sei Dank bin ich nicht nur Türkin und Deutsche, sondern in erster Linie Muslima.</i></b><br />
<b><i>Allah sei gepriesen.</i></b><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Auf nach İstanbul ! Auf in ein neues Leben !</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></i></b><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00835314607792218620noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980490542811257584.post-41037915253329296612014-03-17T03:09:00.000-07:002014-03-17T03:09:10.724-07:00Why Zuhd ? Neden züht ? There is this time in our lifes when we reach a level of faith we would love to keep.We feel like we have lived our whole life for no reason before, we feel like we breath really for the first time , like we love for the first time and are real abids in a sense. We might think that we did belong to the munafiqin before and wish to keep this high level of iman.<br />
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And thats normal. The point is to never go under a certain standard. Imaan doesnt come and go but it isnt constant as well. Sometimes its very high, at times it loses its strength. Our struggle is to keep it as high as possible and lose our life at a point when our heart burns in the love of our creator.</div>
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Then I looked around. I asked myself what was making the people so different although they were basically exposed to the same things? I especially focused on the people in my community. We were all sitting in the same classes, listening to the same pictures, the same rooms, same imaams, same , same , same... Yet , some of my brothers and sisters in Islam were so pious and others were'nt impressed by the truth they were being exposed to at all. I believed to have found the answer. And I found it to be identical with the answer I had found for myself, on an individual level. So I belıeve to have found the answer I have searched for. Something I consider worth sharing.</div>
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<b>What is it that we fill our minds with ? Information.</b> We fill our minds with information. When we see a picture, listen to some music or just spend our time at a specific event we process what we sense and store it as a piece of information. So we have to be very carfeful what we expose ourself to.</div>
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We are all born upon the fitrah of tawhid. So theoretically we should have high imaan in our natural state. Therefore low imaan had to be a consequence of distraction. Logically I had to get rid of all the distractions.</div>
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I am a woman. I spend time on my clothing and make-up.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00835314607792218620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980490542811257584.post-92094517293612036662013-12-16T03:07:00.000-08:002013-12-16T03:07:06.791-08:00Turning pointsWe all have these moments in life,when we have lost our direction.<br />
When we start feeling numb,when we just function.We dont live,dont feel.We are confused,we start thinking our emotions,instead of feeling them.<br />
And then there comes this saving moment.The turning point.For most people its a conversation,a person,a place,a smell,an object.<br />
For me it has always been a moment.A moment of silence. And darkness. I need the darkness,the night,the merciful covering of everything physical.I have to close my eyes,lose my visual sense and let rationality die.<br />
I might even see,my eyes might still be open,but the signals dont reach my brain.I see the elements,but dont get the pictures.Thats when my heart comes back. And it says 'Hey,Im here.I still feel.I am still alive. And hey,I know the direction to go.Im not blaming you for not following the last days.Just come back.Come back.Follow me.I'll guide you home.Let me be your light on your path to Allah.'<br />
At all turning points of my life I've written my feelings down.I've written it all down,let the feelings pour out.<br />
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And then I've kept it to myself.<br />
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Istanbul is crazy.Its beautiful and its crazy.I mean Berlin is a metropole.But Istanbul is just a new dimension of craziness and speed for me.And it bcecame too much for me at once.İt was just too much. Too much.Too much at once.<br />
So I was feeling like a machine,I was functioning ,in order to protect my naive,innocent self.And the moment you become a machine,you mistake other people for being machines too.Because you have no heart and you feel with your brain,or at least you think you feel with your brain (I dont know to which extent this is possible,but I'm quite sure everyone has experienced this),you assume that other people dont have a heart either.You dont treat them respectless or rude,but you become passive,you only answer questions.You never ask,because you are not interested in the one in front of you.You are only interested in yourself,in your own state,your own thoughts,your own feelings. The most precious thing one can give is true,selfless interest.For the sake of the other.When people talked to me I was only fed up with behaving right myself,with avoiding risks,with staying in my own state.Sometimes I got bored,I tried to escape out of that cage I created on my own.But I didnt even knew how I created that cage,how could I know which key was the right one to escape?<br />
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And then,when I got bored I tried to use other people as a means to explorations,to new things,to excitement and ultimately to any true feeling at all again.I hadnt felt anything in ages,I was even willing to experience the worst kind of sadness,of anger and grief.I was just desperate for emotions.And so I tried to exploit other people,I wanted them to stimulate me,I acted like a parasite and forgot that I was still dealing with humans.Humans with hearts,with emotion. Just HUMANS.<br />
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So I sat down this one evening,it was already dark, with my friend at the harbor and was eating kumpir.Not that I was hungry.Again: I was just in desperate search for stimulation.<br />
We sat in front of the mosque,in front of us the now closed historical Mimar Sinan Bazaar and a beautiful fountain.It was not summer anymore,but not cold as well.The ever so vital place we were at seemed to be empty.We were the only ones sitting at the benches.It seemed like humankind had left this place to us.And since my friend is really close to me,I felt like the place was left to me.She was just an extension of me (what a disgusting,egocentric thought,but thats how I felt).We sat there and talked about this and that as the fountain turned off at exactly 8pm.We watched the waves in the water calming down until it was just an even surface.No sound,no movement,no life,nothing.Just calmness.In this very moment I saw myself in the water.It represented me prefectly.The loud noise might have stopped with the fountain.but so did the beauty,the whole purpose of the fountain dissolve.<br />
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I started crying.<br />
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The tears were rolling down my cheeks and I knew exactly why.<br />
I started talking,but everytime I started something stopped me.Something from deep within held me back.The words were coming to the tip pf my tongue,but there was no way for them to find out.<br />
So we sat there.<br />
And I looked at the water.<br />
And somewhere between the calm surface of the lifeless water and the neverending problems of my teenage-adult-something-in-between-being I chose to turn.To leave the path I was on and get back on track.<br />
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Turned my face to my creator and again said ' I have sinned,Oh Lord! I have transgressed against my own soul. Forgive Et-Tevvab!'<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00835314607792218620noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980490542811257584.post-27832431042575912052013-11-14T13:10:00.002-08:002013-11-14T13:10:13.895-08:00Türkiye Gençlik Barış Gemisi - Mediterranean Youth Peace ship I had never seen such a huge ship.I was amazed and at the same time couldnt quite believe my eyes.Everytime I looked up it seemed even bigger.How was humankid able to build such huge things?<br />
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İt was the 29.October when our journey to Bosnia,Croatia and Tunisia with the mediterranean Youth Peace Boat started.We would visit Mostar,Dubrovnik and Tunis.<br />
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I wanted to write,but now after writing three sentences I cant do it anymore.<br />
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I dont want to talk much about it,I dont feel like writing lately.I am in this time again when I shut up and listen.I soak everything up.Lıke a sponge.And I write,I write,but only for myself.<br />
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The minister of Youth and Sports Suat Kılıç :) The whole trip was sponsored by the ministry I didnt pay anything :)<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00835314607792218620noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980490542811257584.post-37257418347281984942013-10-13T06:24:00.000-07:002013-10-13T06:24:38.367-07:00İstanbul-BerlinI did it -as thousands of young Turks before me I went back to the country in which I am accepted for what I am.<br />
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It is the late evening when I get my ticket for the flight.It says 'Berlin SXL - Istanbul SAW' and some strange warmth floats through me when I read 'Istanbul'. Its an irrational warmth.Nobody would be able to explain why I feel it,not even myself.</div>
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Nobody except for people in my situation can understand how much blood pulls.How it pulls you,almost calls for you.When you eavesdrop in the evening and see the turkish flag waving in the wind in front of your eyes before you go to sleep, you can hear how it calls your name. And you can feel how you secretly belong to this flag,this ground which calls for you. Sometimes you ignore it,at times you even neglect it,otherwise the longing would make you go crazy.It would fill you with hate and rejection. But this is not a story of hate.It is a story of love.It is the story of a young girl in the prosperity of her life,the best age and in front of opened doors in every direction.It is the story of a girl who is looking for orientation,for some ideas,for acceptance and warmth.<br />
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Things I didnt find in Berlin.Dont get me wrong,please.I like Berlin.It is the city of my birth,the city I was raised in,the city I explored like no other city.I know Berlin like my pocket.And there are places in Berlin which I love,people I adore and yes I also liked some bahaviours of Germans.I like it,but I dont love it here.I dont do so because every time I start falling in love with this city someone makes me hate it again,makes me feel that no matter how much I will like it here, I wont be accepted.<br />
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I get hit in the metro and shout at in the streets,I get insulted in school and stared at at the mall.Whenever I talk to someone the topic is the same.</div>
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Im tired of it.Im tired of being recognized as a mere object of sociological and demographical processes,tired of being a mere object of politics.</div>
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Because I am more than that.Firstly I am a human being and Id like to be treated as one.As a living being,a human, with emotions,moods and insecurities.I dont always have to be strong.Why should I ? Why should everyone have the right to be insecure,to be weak at times,but I have to be ready,happy,active,better than the average? Why ? Could this probably have to do something with me having to proof the opposite of something? Of some idea that people dont get tired of telling me that its non-existent? Nice try.</div>
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In Istanbul its different,of course.</div>
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When I walk in the streets nobody stares at me.When I walk around at the mall nobody hits me,when I am at the university nobody shouts at me for no reason.And I dont get insulted while using the metro.<br />
Its such a peaceful,easy life.I can focus more on pleasing my creator instead of always defending myself in front of other people.I can focus on being myself,on enjoying,on my studies.Its easy.And thats why it also leaves questionmarks in my head.Has it been right to leave? To just GO ? To leave and choose ease instead of all the struggles?<br />
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I dont know.<br />
I probably should have stayed and struggled with my people.I chose not to.At least for the next time not.I chose ease.And a little bit it was chosen for me.<br />
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All I can say is: I love Istanbul.<br />
I love it here.I love my people and I love the way of living here.I love it. For the very first time since a few years I am able to sit down and listen again.<br />
I found piece - in this vibrant city with thousand faces.<br />
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P.S.: I know this post has like no main idea or message. Its just like me.I dont want to tell anyone anything.I just feel like listening.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00835314607792218620noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980490542811257584.post-3565122008496737102013-09-01T08:48:00.003-07:002013-09-01T08:48:59.645-07:00Im ready for IstanbulI havent blogged in ages! Ive had holidays,finished school and am now ready to study. I have been writing and writing and writing during the last two month (in which I -as shocking as it is for me- havent published ANYTHING) and never clicked on the "publish"-button. I feel like they are not ready for the public yet.<br />
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But today I found my <a href="http://muslimsday.blogspot.de/2013/05/fasting-is-not-diet.html" target="_blank">"Fasting is not a diet"</a>-post published in the <a href="http://www.islamische-zeitung.de/" target="_blank">Islamic newspaper</a> , which I can highly recommend.<br />
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As I mentioned, I finished school and got my Abitur with the Numerus Clausus 1,7,which is not brilliant but quite good.A few years ago you could study medicine with 1,7.Last year the whole situation changed -to the worse. They shortened schooltime from 13 to 12 years so that two years and so to speak double the amount of students as usual finished school at the same time.On top of that they cancelled military service,which lead to an explosion of people who wanted to start with Uni. As a result people with good grades werent able to start with Uni anymore.You had to be brilliant ... or rich to afford private Uni.And I am obviously not rich.<br />
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And as I got the offer to study in Istanbul at the<a href="http://www.sehir.edu.tr/Pages/anasayfa.aspx" target="_blank"> Istanbul Sehir University</a> my dream - psychology .... you can imagine the rest.<br />
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I am now looking forward to study Psychology and - if I can manage it - Islamic Studies too.I am looking forward to spend 4 years in this city I love everything about.This one city,which I miss everything about -except the traffic. I missed the adhan, the heat,the people.I missed the full bazaars,the smells and the colours.I missed the people,their smiles and the mosques.I missed my relatives,the bosphorus and cay.I missed the seagulls,the variety and the feeling of being at home, to be accepted, to be part of something bigger.I am so looking forward to wake up with adhan for fajr,to lift my blanket and realise, that I am where I want to be : In Istanbul <3Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00835314607792218620noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980490542811257584.post-20855858426071905992013-07-16T09:11:00.000-07:002013-07-16T09:11:33.008-07:00İftar at Sultanahmet mosque - İstanbul<br />
İ love Ramadan. Who doesnt?<br />
İ love Turkey. Who else?<br />
İ love İstanbul. How couldnt I ?<br />
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One of my biggest wishes has been to be at the garden of Sultanahmet for iftar once in my life. İ wanted to spent the most intense,the most heartchanging and the most beautiful time of the year in an islamic country.İ wanted to experience the people fasting around me,İ wanted to see the mosques shining,decorated with bright lights, İ wanted to hear the azan calling and the people filling the mosques for tarawih. İ wanted to be in İstanbul.<br />
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For the first time in my life (and the last) İ have holidays for three month this year.And for the first time in my life İ am able to spent the entire holy month in my beloved country. Alhamdulillah!<br />
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Everyone was warning us.They were telling us scary stories about the amount of people there.Theye were telling us a bout people still being lost, missed children and people staying hungry for hours after iftar because they werent able to buy any food.<br />
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Regardless of the warnings we went there.<br />
We went to Sultanahmet.For Iftar !<br />
And İ loved it, İ absolutely fell in love.<br />
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İ dont remember seeing so many people on one spot of this planet.İt was the first weekend of Ramadan and the weather mild . So the masses exploded.We arrived there an hour before iftar and it was already full. So full that we couldnt find any free spot for us to sit...<br />
With five unpatient kids,having walked 3 miles and a heavy watermelon I was near to tearing up. Would that be it ?<br />
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Not in Turkey. As the people saw us desperately searching for a place,they stopped us.A friendly old men came to us , greeted us with the most beautıful words 'Assalamualaikum' and invited us to sit next to them.At first we were a little confused where he was planning to get us in.But he talked quickly with the neighbours and they all gathered up their blancets a little more so that we finally saw a little green patch.<br />
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Outside of the mosque is a huge square where they built a bazar for the tourists.They mainly showed ancient ottoman arts like,çini,hüsn-i hat etc.<br />
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İ want to experience this once more. Once more ! Once more ! Ya Allah! İ thank you for all what you have given me.</div>
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Today I want to adress something that bothers me for quite a while now. Asthere is - finally ! elhamdulillah ! - Ramadan coming, the issue of fasting pops up for muslim communities. I am so excited for the three month ! May Allah grant us all a blessed intense month of Ramadan ! A month full of understanding and barakah <3</div>
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During the last year I experienced a lifechanging Ramadan. It literally changed me from head to toe. It changed my outlook on life, it gave me inner piety. I dont know how to put it into words, but I guess for the first time in my life my heart was completely filled with the love of Allah . It was completely pure, free from any negativity, from any wordly desire. I was free, seeking only Allahs pleasure. Subhanallah ! Ya Allah grant me and the Ummah one more Ramadan like that ! </div>
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Afterwards I started <a href="http://muslimsday.blogspot.de/2012/09/why-is-fasting-never-option.html" target="_blank">fasting </a>mondays and thursdays, according to the sunnah of our prophet, to create my own little Ramadan at least twice a week.<br />
It is great to keep you going, to keep you busy, but its not even comparable to Ramadan. Not at all.So I learnt to appreciate Ramadan even more.</div>
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Modern muslims dont pay much attention to the three month except for Ramadan. But thats not what I want to talk about today. The issue I want to address is much bigger, a lot more important. It is about pure intentions.<br />
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<b><i>We all know that deeds are judged by intentions, that it is the heart, the inner dimension of a deed that defines its worth.So we want to recheck our intentions over and over again.We want to ensure, that our deeds are for ALLAH and ALLAH only.</i></b><br />
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And we want to get rid of anything else.We do the deeds,because ALLAH wants us to do them, and as we love HIM our only struggle is to please HIM.So we do it in order to please HIM and not to benefit from it on a worldly basis.There is a lot to talk in this field of pure intentions, but as Ramadan is just around the corner I want to talk about one thing, that corrupts a lot of peoples intentions during Ramadan.<br />
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We fast.During this time we dont eat, dont drink, have sexual intercourse, fight,curse anyone etc. . We stay away from haram and even from some halals .<br />
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As we stay away from food and drink we lose weight.Naturally.Most people are extremely happy about that.No problem at this point, right ? Wait, its coming .<br />
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As we know that we can expect weightloss we look forward to Ramadan to slim down.Why do we want to slim down ? To appear prettier, to appeal to PEOPLE.So this becomes one of our motives for fasting and we automatically -without awareness- put PEOPLE in our hearts.We corrupt our intentions<br />
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or ourselves, our husbands, wifes or whatever.It doesnt matter at this point really. What matters is, that there is something or someone else you do it for.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><u><b>1) Ban your scale</b></u></span><br />
For the time of Ramadan just dont use it, or better put it in some shelf.Dont control your weight.Just dont.<br />
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Dont try to replace your scale with your Mirrors.If there are big Mirrors in your room, put some fabric over it and make a habit of not staying in front of mirrors too long.Not longer than 40sec, to check your clothing.<br />
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Dont go shopping for clothing during Ramadan.Firstly there is a lot of things you could spend your time instead of shopping and secondly shopping for clothing will make you judge your body.Our prophet said<br />
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Ramadan is a month full of Barakah, you really cant efford wasting this time.<br />
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In fact, this should be selfunderstanding, but unfortunately its not.I started wearing only Abayas since 3 month, and im more comfortable than ever before.<br />
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In my eyes art has never been something worth my while.I just couldnt see any sense in sitting down for hours and drawing, I always thought, that I was going to be asked about where I spent my time on the day of judgement.<br />
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But lately I was introduced to the ancient ottoman art of "hat", which changed my outlook on art completely !<br />
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The ottoman art "huesn-i hat" means art of line. Its about writing arabic letters as beautiful as possible.<br />
I started attending a course in my local mosque a few month ago and it turned out , that I really liked it ! At first I thought "youre going to waste your time there Ayse!You are going to be asked about this!" But then it was introduced to me as a form of ibadah.<br />
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The "hattat" (writer, calligraph) is supposed to be in a constant form of remembrance of Allah as he is writing. This is why every calligrapher has to start with the dua<br />
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Hüsn-i hat is not only the artwork you see at the end on the paper. It comes with a whole mindset.<br />
A mindset of modesty, of humbleness and awareness of the finiteness and irrelevance of your ego in comparison to the greatness of Allah and the concept of Islam.<br />
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You are supposed to write this until you are perfect at it. For some it might take years...<br />
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The ink is made out of soot, which is beaten up to 500.000 times by hand to refine it as much as possible.</div>
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A hattat has to spend his life fighting his ego in order to dissolve himself in the love of his creator.He has to purify his heart in order to become nothing more than a sharpened sword of his Lord. To let his ego die to be a lover of the Prophet (pbuh). To forget about himself in order to be a soldier on the way of Allah. </div>
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OEZCQETXG8" target="_blank">one of the best documentaries about hüsn-i hat (turkish) :)</a><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00835314607792218620noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980490542811257584.post-4733788200474207552013-01-31T07:11:00.000-08:002013-02-17T11:08:02.424-08:00benefitting from the blessed early hoursDuring the last weeks I established a new morning routine for myself. I was planning this for a long time, but I never really had the strength and willpower to put it into action .<br />
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I now wake up a lot earlier.To be a little bit more accurate : at 4:30 am .<br />
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No I am not kidding.It is in fact one of the best habits I´ve ever developed! And I recommend it to absolutely everyone out there ! <3<br />
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Now lets have a quick look, at what my mornings usually look like :)<br />
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My phone is telling me to wake up with the most nervewracking tone I could find.I take it and there is the snooth-Button.mmmhhhh looks so tempting to press it right now.Just 5 more min! Just 5 min, right?<br />
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But we all know, that it is those 5 min in which you either wake up to have a great productive day or just sleep for several hours...<br />
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So dont cheat.Get up.<br />
I go to the bathroom, take wudu and go back to my room to pray.There is nothing better to start off your day than with prayer and dua.<br />
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The first thing I´ll do is drinking a glass o water and then drinking a few drops o black cumin oil, according to the sunnah of our prophet.</div>
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Im a huge breakfast-fan and never go out without eating something. So I prepare something nice for myself, which usually is a huge bowl of fruits with oatmeal and milk.</div>
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The breakfast is my biggest meal of the day.I just combine every sort of fruit I can find. </div>
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Then I will just grab my newspaper or the book I am currently reading and read it.With the oatmeal-fruit-combo I´ll usually have 1,5 l of tea and a few glasses of water.Afterwards Im usually quite full and dont feel hungry anymore.A lot of people told me, that I eat extremely big portions for a girl my size and for that time of the day.Well yes, thats true,but I eat healthy food and am used to eat much for breakfast, so if you arent much of a breakfast-type I can understand your point here. But you should definitely fill in the tanks with some carbohydrates in the morning :)<br />
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And the most important thing is: Our bodies are just borrowed, they´re just vehicles we use for our souls.So your body has certain rights.And its first right is to be looked after.</div>
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And just look how much mercy Allah had, when he created us and arranged it for us, that we would keep our bodies healthy through mere usage of it! Subhanallah ! </div>
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It doesnt really matter which exercise you do , as long as it suits the needs of your body.</div>
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I personally like rope-skipping, jogging and every type of cardio. Unfortunately I am injured.My left knee has a whole in the cartilage.Thats the reason, why I cant jogg that much and have to do muscle-building exercises for my legs, to support the injured cartilage. </div>
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Well after having a good workout I go into the shower. That takes around ten minutes. Then Ill pray one more time and start preparing for the day.It can happen, that I just forgot to do some homework, which Ill do then at this time.After snacking on something little and making dua the last time Ill leave for school :)</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00835314607792218620noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980490542811257584.post-8633635736483187132013-01-06T06:38:00.001-08:002013-01-06T06:44:01.892-08:00To the moroccan menfolk...<span style="font-size: large;">Tears...</span>Tears on my face, my skirt, my blouse...Tears running down my cheeks, falling down from the tip of my nose onto the already soaked carpet..Tears on my fingertips, running down my lips and falling on my knees.. Light is falling upon me. I am in morocco. It´s Juma-time. It´s the last prayer I am performing in a muslim country.Outside the mosque, on the Jamaalfna are men standing in rows. They do the Jumaaprayer together in the burnig sun of Africa. The womensection is empty. I am alone.Left on my own with my creator.<br />
Love and greatfulness is overwhelming me.While others struggle to survive I am having nice holidays at schooltime.I am in a muslim country and in less then a few hours I will be getting on board of the airplane, which is going to take me back to the colds, the winds and snowbound landscape of Germany.I am thankful to perform one of the most intense prayers of my life.I cry. I repent.I feel liberated.<br />
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As I go out, a few young men are standing in front of the mosque. The men , who showed me and my friend the mosque is in their rows.They are smiling and talking to me and my friend.As you may understand I am not really in the mood to talk to anybody in that moment.My face looks swollen from crying,my sight is still blurry and even for a non-believer it is quite obvious, that I am mentally not present. I feel detached from the world and understand the words the young men is telling me, but not the sentences, when my friend suddenly becomes angry.<br />
They are asking for facebook.If I am looking for a spouse.<br />
A few minutes later, when I am finally able to realize, what happened I decide, that I have enough of it.It makes me angry , and it makes me feel bad about myself.<br />
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Wonder what I am talking about ? Molesting women !<br />
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<b>Before I went to morocco I was filled with hope, that this trip would give my spirituality a boost </b>like nothing else.Obviously I was expecting a country full of practicing muslims, where Islam was in the hearts of the people and in their everyday-life.I had forgotten, that for the morroccans Islam was not some decision they someday in their lifes made.It was more like tradition.Selfunderstanding. <span style="font-family: inherit;">Nothing special anymore...</span><br />
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So my expectations were up to the sky.There was no other option than disappointment.<br />
But what was the reason for my disappointment?Partly it was the empty mosques at prayertimes.It was the obvious desire of the people to westernize their country, showing on the surface through their clothing, their music, their habits, their eating, their style of talking to each other.It was that <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I wasnt prepared to hear the short , makamless prayercall in morocco , when I was expecting to wake up to a loud, long, heartmelting prayercall for fajr . Reality was hard for me : I had to set my clock for fajr</span>, I had to fight against resistances to go to the mosque in the desert or on the way I had to pray on my own. No one there to pray? In a muslim country?! Alhamdulillah there was my friend !<br />
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But the most shocking and disturbing thing has been one thing there : MEN and their behaviour towards women.<br />
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<b>Men in morocco are incredibly <u>molesting !!!</u></b> <i><u><b>They harass women, whereever they see one</b></u></i>.I dont know, if there are good reasons for it, but there are for sure good reasons AGAINST it :<br />
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Of course, there are women, who feel good, when men stare at them.But most of us dont.We REALLY DONT WANT YOU TO DO THIS.When we shop, we just want to shop.When take pictures, we just want to take pictures.When we go to the mosque, we just want to be with the almighty.We dont want to be asked, if we are looking for a spouse,we dont want you to say "Masaallah" ,"Beautiful" or whatever with a disgusting undertone,we dont want you to walk after us, turn your heads,whistle, beep in your cars,stop in the middle of the street to smile disgustingly or even move your eyebrows OK ? Just <span style="font-size: large;"><b><u>STOP IT !</u></b></span><br />
There has been this one street in Casablanca, where I had one of the worst experiences I´ve ever had in public. We just walked down the street, and without an exception EVERY SINGLE HEAD in that street turned around,smiled,called us names.We, as 4 young women, two of us wearing long dresses and being hijabed, felt after 2 minutes as dirty and guilty as if we had done something wrong.<br />
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When you ask a young women, who OBVIOUSLY is a tourist, if she is looking for a spouse, what do you think she is going to do ? What do you expect her to do ? She is going to leave your shop,leave the place you are in, and feel uncomfortable.<br />
Women in your environment arenot going to like you, and then, when you become serious in marrying someone,no woman will be there to marry someone, who molested EVERY woman, he saw.<br />
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I dont know how to explain , how BAD it feels, when you are molested.It´s on of the worst situations out there, especially if you are a very kind person and dont want to hurt anyones feelings or raise your voice in public.Its even worse,if you hate to make a spectacular out of yourself.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00835314607792218620noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980490542811257584.post-53659259105416061262013-01-06T06:38:00.000-08:002013-01-06T06:38:32.527-08:00Impressions from moroccoI´ve been to morocco for a week ! It was amazing and gave me so much new impressions and I really liked Marrakesh, where I spent most of my time :) Travelling is such a great way to learn !<br />
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I stayed in the Amani Residence in Marrakech. I can recommmend it without any doubts, it was great. If I ever visit Marrakech again, I will go to the same hotel !<br />
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Lets LOL together at this pic of me.Looking like walking death.All the travelling obviously got me xD<br />
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I also made a trip to the desert...<br />
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It was not only fun, but I enjoyed it alot.Dont know, why the camera is making the pictures so bright -_-<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00835314607792218620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980490542811257584.post-47440412587812593312012-12-01T01:55:00.003-08:002012-12-01T01:55:21.233-08:00perfecting myself / wie mich der perfektionismus einholteAs you may have noticed,I write alot.A LOT.And because I´m so selfish I mostly write about myself. So this is a text I found in a little booklet I have.I write stuff in this booklet now and then.Just when I feel like I need to.And I now it sounds superweird, but I also like to read my own texts. It is super interesting to see if you made progress in your life.I just rediscovered this text, which I wrote a few months ago after Ramadan.It is about perfectionism. I wrote it in German and will try to translate it, but I´ll at first publish the text in German , because I feel like I am waaaaaaay better in expressing my thoughts and feelings in German (as I´m logically used to it a lot more).<br />
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The text is <b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">very personal and gives quite a deep insigh</span></b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>t </b></span>.It does take a lot of willpower to publish this for me,but I think it does express good what I mean and everyone struggles now and then with the burden of perfectionism.If you dont- you are probably waaaaaaay to confident and proud of yourself, and thats probably the worst thing you can do for your life here and hereafter. <br />
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Berlin, 16.10.2012, at home it´s nearly midnight...Ayse is writing :<br />
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Ich habe mein Leben aufgeteilt in Abteilungen.Wie ein Unternehmen führe ich mein Leben mit akribischer Sorgfalt und bin ständig am Abwägen und Perektionieren.Alles muss perfekt sein.Drunter geht es nicht mehr, denn meine Maxime scheint geworden zu das Beste zu machen.Nicht was mich zufriedenstellt oder gut ist, sondern das Beste.Ob mich das Perfekte dann glücklich macht?Nur selten, im Gegensatz zu dem Aufwand, den ich betreibe verschwindend gering.Die Rechnugen, die ich mache stimmen nicht mehr.Die Gleichung von Aufwand und Ertrag scheint immer schwerer auf die eine Seite zu kippen.Doch das Ärgerliche daran ist,dass ich genau wegen meiner Erwartung an mich überall das Beste herauszuholen,mich niemals in irgendeiner Disziplin zu Höchstleistungen emporschwingen kann.Selbst Dinge, die mir spielend einfach erschienen und mir Spaß machten, in denen ich schon bei meinen Standards auf höchstem Niveau stand und ohne großen Aufwand mit Stolz (was für ein schreckliches aber süchtig machendes Gefühl) und Genugtuung meine eigenen Leistungen und Rekorde anderer mit dem lockeren Lächeln des gewissen Sieges noch übertrumpfte,sorgen nun in meinem Hirn für Rechnungen. Lohnt es sich?Was gewinne ich? Was verliere ich?Was ist das Risiko,das ich eingehe?<br />
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Die Passion, mit der ich die Dinge verfolgte war unglaublich.Die unglaublichen langen, hitzigen, etwas kindischen Debatten, die ich führte, waren keine Seltenheit.Im Rückblick entstanden gerade in solchen Debatten die brilliantesten Ideen und Verknüpfungen.Nun bin ich so kühl geworden.<br />
Sicher, es hat mich auch vorangebracht.Meine Gebete sind nun endlich konstant.Ich faste Montags und Donnerstags.Formalitäten kriege ich schnell und einfach geregelt und mein Essverhalten ist nun besser.<br />
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<b><i>Doch gleichzeitig ist mein Stresslevel unglaublich angestiegen, dabei streite ich prinzipiell nicht mehr.Vielmehr bürdet mir der Lebensstil aus allem eine hitzige Debatte IM Kopf zu machen eine unglaubliche Last auf.</i></b>Früher fanden solche Diskussionen höchstens zwischen mir und Gegnern stat.Ich hatte immer eine klare Position.Das war zwar dumm aber auch unglaublich einfach und befriedigend.Nun sind Zerwürfnisse IN mir.Und nicht genug damit, dass immer alles zu einem Entweder-Oder mit Weltuntergangsszenario wird und mich geistig ausgelaugt und ermüdet zurücklässt.Nein - nun habe ich auch noch die lästige Eigenschaft entwickelt alle meine Taten, statt sie ruhen zu lassen, <u>ständig</u> zu reflektieren.Aus allen möglichen Perspektiven mit zig Hintergründen eine Entscheidung immer und immer wieder aufzurollen um sie bis in den letzten Winkel zu durchleuchten strengt unglaublich an und lässt immer wieder dieses dumpfe Gefühl zurück.Man denkt es hätte besser sein können oder vielleicht entpuppt es sich doch als falsch.Selbst in diesem Augenblick denke ich daran mit dem Schreiben aufzuhören,da ja auf der anderen Seite kein "Ertrag" steht.Als wäre es nicht der größte Ertrag sich Dinge von der Seele zu schreiben.<br />
Warum denke ich so abstrakt?Vielleicht mangelt es mir einfach an konkreten Problemen.Habe ich wirklich keine Probleme...? .... Hmmmm. Nein. Selbst nach einer Weile Nachdenken fällt mir hier nichts ein.Andere würden hier wohl das Abitur anführen.Oder den Führerschein oder so was.Dadurch fühlt sich doch ein Mensch in meinem Alter unter Druck gesetzt.Von Schule,Freunden,Familie.....Ich hingegen fühle mich erniedrigt von meinen eigenen Ansprüchen an mich selbst.Und woher kommt jetzt wieder der Anspruch an mich so zu sein wie die Anderen?Gottverdammt wo zur Hölle habe ich dieses Denkmodell aufgeschnappt? Oder sehe ich lediglich Gespenster und analysiere meine nüchtern betrachtet vielleicht ganz normalen Gedankengänge zu genau? Ich habe keine Antwort auf diese Frage.Ich weiß nur, dass diese Anstrengungen in Bereichen, die Disziplin und Kontinuität erfordern hervorragend funktionieren.<br />
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Das Ärgerlichste ist, dass ich weiß, dass dieses Denkmodell von außen möglicherweise herangetragen aber auf keinen Fall implementiert wurde</span></i></b>. Ich allein war die Person,die es adaptierte und mit meinen eigenen Erwartungen bestückte.Und weil ich hoffte so um einiges bessere Resultate zu erlangen, steckte ich meine ungeschriebenen Ziele (denn ich glaube insgeheim war mein Ziel immer das eigene Ziel noch zu übertreffen, also nach oben hin offen und dadurch unerfüllbar) im Übereifer unfassbar hoch und das in allen Aspekten meines Lebens.<br />
Ich bin radikal und ich glaube noch immer an die Macht,die Heilkraft und Richtigkeit von Radikalität, doch das perfektionistische Ich mit dem ich ständig kämpfe scheint sich dagegen zu sträuben.So suchte ich mich radikal zu perfektionieren.Doch was ist der Reiz des Perfekten wenn er erzwungen ist?<i><b>Ich verlor ehrliche Gefühle, nichts erregt mehr mein Gemüt. </b></i>Durch das sture Abarbeiten meines Masterplans, bin ich kaum mehr in der Lage Freude an Etappensiegen darin zu empfinden.<i>So zerreibe ich mich zwischen meinen eigenen Ansprüchen.</i><br />
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Well thats it basically. If you found it funny -shame on you it was a hard time for me.Luckily I dont feel like this any more.I dont know how, but I got rid of it !<br />
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May peace be upon you <3Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00835314607792218620noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980490542811257584.post-45663236317312996392012-11-19T11:42:00.002-08:002012-11-19T11:42:43.509-08:00sadness in the mosque...nobody there? Have you ever been to the mosque during a normal day? Not at the weekend and not for the eveningprayer? Have you ever done that? No? Why ? And if you did : What has the situation been , that you´ve been confronted with?<div>
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During the last weeks I had some lessons in school being cancelled, so I had a little bit of free time.I could have learned a little bit in this time or chilled with some friends or something completely different. I chose the last option and <span style="font-size: large;">went to the mosque.</span></div>
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The mosque is to be honest in a distance of about a good 10 minutes.So its very close to my school,but I never even did spent a thought before on going there in my free time.I dont know why, probably because it was a lot more fun to hang out with my friends.Probably because that satisfied me enough and I did not look for alternatives.But somehow three weeks ago I went there.</div>
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OK .... I want to be fair. The mosque is quite a big, central one and in the area of the mosque live THOUSANDS of muslims.The mosque itself was opened, but the part for women was closed. I had to find someone to open it for me and finding someone was really hard.When I finally was inside the big , freezingly cold hall and I looked down and saw the carpet....I sat down. And I started crying.</div>
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I cried for a long time. It was one of the most intimate moments with ALLAH. I cried for myself and I cried for the ummah.People had chosen to leave the mosques and live their lifes in their private rooms.They had betrayed the mosques. And the worst thing about it was : I was one of those people.</div>
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Dont get me wrong.I go to the mosque now and then.Youll find me in some mosque at least two or three times a week.But I was never actively planning to go to the mosque.To stay there, to do something for the mosque...I was just rushing in, doing salah and rushing out.</div>
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The mosque offers the most beautiful place for you, your children, your family to pray, to learn, to network.It is the place of productivity and love. It is time for us to go back to our local mosques and turn them into the places , they deserve to be and used to be for hundreds and hundreds of years of muslim history : <span style="font-size: large;">the center of a muslims life.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00835314607792218620noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980490542811257584.post-43187131938893633272012-09-13T01:16:00.000-07:002012-09-13T01:16:40.474-07:00why is fasting never an option?"Three...two...one...everybody on the dates ! Azan is calling ! Azan is calling! "<br />
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Oh lovely Ramadan!Why are you gone so fast every time? I love you ! I love you so much from the depth of my heart! The spiritual atmosphere in Ramadan is very special.So deep and authentic.Life is so much more worthless in comparison to akhirah in my eyes during Ramadan. In Ramadan I can do EVERYTHING I want. During Ramadan I feel great and I get rid of bad habits.<br />
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So why is fasting never really an option for us in daily life? I mean, we are making dua all day every day, we pray 5 times a day (during Ramadan I did even 6 times a day . Tahajjud is sooo great , but I´m going to write a different post about that later). And all that is good and completely fine...but why do we never think of fasting during normal days? WHY ? It´s like a mega-event if we do it (or Ramadan obviously :D). Well, let me tell you a story...As I always do : D<br />
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During Ramadan (by far the most intense one of my entire life, guess I´m just starting to mature and be aware of everything more finally) I felt so good.I felt not only connected , but even like BEST FRIENDS with a ton of respect and a little bit fear towards <b>ALLAH (c.c.). </b>His love fulfilled me and I felt completely detached from the world.I felt like the only thing I needed was <b>ALLAH.</b> And I felt like he was honestly the one and only that I really wanted. And I wanted him <u><b>desperately.</b></u><br />
My life seemed to be so perfect.Everything improved from the first day.The world was so nice to me, because I was nice to the world.Success seemed to be increased in every aspect of my little life. I felt no hate. I didn't feel any bad feelings at all. <b>I felt just love.Pure love.Pure, crystal clear and innocent.</b> People told me , that I would glow and spread so much love even without saying something.<br />
Not only mental and spiritual it was a month of success, but also health wise. My health was like up to 3000% . OK , I´m guilty I admit I didnt exercise ( I still don't, but definitely should) but I lost a good amount of weight. I ate zero junk, but replaced it with delicious fresh vegetables, fruits and nuts.I ate less, but had like double or three times the energy.<br />
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When I look back, what I have done everything I still don't know HOW I managed it, but everything was so easy...<br />
I read so much.And let me tell you something.I´m a little bookworm, since I can remember myself.I loved to read thrillers and novels and trivial stuff like that, which is not really hard to read right?But the moment you start reading Islamic or even scientific books the whole issue becomes a little bit different right? <b>Well, not for</b> <b>me anymore !</b> I didn't only quited reading trivial literature and replaced it with Islamic or scientific books, but also increased the amount I read + I started taking notes and using a <span style="background-color: #bf9000;">highlighter</span> i n my books! And people it works WONDERS !<u><b> So highlight in your books and take notes ! </b></u><br />
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So I thought . What was the source of my energy and well being in this month ? And I came to the conclusion that it was two things:<br />
<b>1) Fasting (and that means also awareness of god and transience) </b><br />
<b>2) The ability to do what I really WANT, because there is no shaytan I had to fight </b><br />
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So since I don't have any influence on aspect Number 2 I decided to focus on number one.Fasting.<br />
I decided that I wanted to have the same energy in my life for the whole year so I would fast.<br />
And I did. I did Shevval and then a couple days more as just good deeds.And it worked <b>perfectly</b>! With fasting I realised how much time and effort I actually spent on preparing and eating junk stuff, that was bad for me in every way just because I was bored. The moment you fast and you know you wont eat till sun goes down, you automatically stop wasting your time thinking about it! It saved me so much time !<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But I was scared that it would </span><span style="font-size: large;">become normal for me and just like my "eating-habit"</span> . I didn't want it to be effortless and super easygoing. I still wanted to have at least SOME struggle doing it.I wanted to make an effort,because my intention was to please <span style="font-size: large;">ALLAH</span> and not developing a new eating-culture. So I looked up a few hadiths.And I found some , which say that our Prophet (s.a.v.) used to fast Mondays and Thursdays.As someone said, that he could fast more, he replied that fasting his way is the best. So I did it. And it works perfectly. I recommend fasting to everyone and hope to practise this for hopefully the rest of my life... Insaallah if Allah is willing .<br />
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Your fasting AyseAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00835314607792218620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980490542811257584.post-35469643003198844302012-09-01T04:23:00.002-07:002012-09-01T04:23:25.912-07:00the problem with hijab Ok people, lets face it. I love wearing the hijab. And I love every each and one of my scarfs. But there is on thing that disturbs the harmonical relationship between me and my scarfs :<span style="font-size: large;"> Needles.</span><br />
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I<span style="font-size: large;"> HATE</span> them.Everytime I buy a new scarf I´m super excited to wear it. And then ? BOOOOOOOOM . Explosion of <span style="font-size: x-large;">hundreds of holes </span>in my beautiful, expensive scarfs T.T<br />
At first I thought its because my needles were basically too big, so that they left holes.And yes part of the problem was actually the size of them (my needles were HUGE) , so I bought finer ones.<br />
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But what happened? Exactly ! Exceptional of the size of the holes nothing changed.And because I become older, I started buying better quality scarfs.I actually own a few pure-silk scarfs and those are really sensitive.<br />
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But it became even worse.When this year those laser-scarfs popped up in hijab-fashion I was super amazed and had to get plenty of them. But some of them (especially the shimmery ones) are even more sensitive then silk !<span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">No matter which kind of needle you use : There will be those fugly,nervewracking holes. </span><br />
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And I will tell you the ultimate solution to your problems with those shitty holes in your beautiful headscarfs.<br />
The solution is : <span style="font-size: x-large;">MAGNETS</span> . Tadaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! Genius right ? I know ! And thats why I want everyone to benefit from this.<br />
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I sell them for 3€ per pair. Just email me :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00835314607792218620noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980490542811257584.post-15369511013899703482012-08-21T04:39:00.000-07:002012-08-21T04:39:13.041-07:00the hijab-fashion-community on instagramRecently I discovered instagram for myself. Add me there I love it. I´m obsessively using it.One day instagrams server will crash because of my activities.Information-overload.... But thats not the topic today .<br />
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I took part in the fashion-community for hijabis which is taking over instagram these days.It´s really great.I cant tell why I feel like fashion is absolutely important to hijabis in our society.I´m probably completely wrong and fashion or just being clothed nicely is unimportant or even unislamic ( teach me better if you know), but I personally spend time and effort into my clothing.<br />
There are people on instagram who name themselves "hijabstyle" ,"hijablife" or "fashionmodesty" and things like that. They usually have lots of followers and share your pictures if you hashtag them under you pictures.It works kind of like a shoutout.<br />
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I love to open my instagram and see beautifully dressed sisters from all over the world. Its so inspirational!<br />
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I want to point out which big kind of responsibility those people have. And here is the story..<br />
As I started participating in the community I because of whatever reason started wearing long skirts and quitted weraing tight jeans.They are so comfortable and I feel like they look so much better. Obviously they also do great in covering everything up and helping you with keeping the spirit of hijab.Now I feel terrible when I go out with jeans. I always feel kind of half-naked with them.Like everyone would stare at my legs.<br />
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But now those big people like "hijablife" started sharing pictures of <span style="font-size: large;">poeple </span>in leggings with 7 inches high heels and tons of makeup on their face. I´m sorry but whats wrong with you? People who consider themselves as representative muslims have responsibilty for what they do. <span style="font-size: x-large;">Because everything you do gives a message to the outter world.</span><br />
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The same goes for you, if you have a twitter/ tumblr/ whatsoever account where you clearly state that you are muslim.For the instagram-people who call themselves "hijablife" etc. the message is " HEY I´m a muslim , that supports hijab-wear.Here I share hijabconform fashion of people.You can be inspired by these looks."<br />
And then, they just turn around and share bad looks, which are not hijabconform at all.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">PEOPLE , GET YOUR PRIORITES STRAIGHT.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">THINK ABOUT YOUR ACTIVITIES IN SOCIAL NEWTORKS, IF YOU CLAIM TO BE A ROLEMODEL FOR ISLAMIC LIFE !</span><br />
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