So I swear by what you see
And what you do not see
[That] indeed, the Qur’an is the word of a noble Messenger.
And it is not the word of a poet; little do you believe.
Nor the word of a soothsayer; little do you remember.
[It is] a revelation from the Lord of the worlds.
And if Muhammad had made up about Us some [false] sayings,
We would have seized him by the right hand;
Then We would have cut from him the aorta.
And there is no one of you who could prevent [Us] from him.
—Surat Al-Ĥāqqah [69:38-47] (via daralkufr)
Why does my womanhood embarrass you?
when I am made up of the same biological factors,
that allow you to stand here today.
You do not know what wonders course through my blood,
and live in my bones.
I have never seen a man nurse a child,
and I have never seen a mans stomach swell with life either.
So next time you insult my womanhood,
remember my words,
and remember that you have no right.
You are simply a man.
With all the news this week about deaths, and supposed deaths, affecting people I know and love, and people I thought I knew, it got me wondering what it is that I would want people to realise on the occasion of my death. So this would be my eulogy to me:
Please remember that…
Ya Allah, help me help others in any way that I can. Make me useful iA and relieve others of their worries and stresses soon.
Help them make the right decisions, help them in making those decisions, help them pray and find peace in doing so.
Help us, guide us, and protect us all.