Check Your Email!


As Salamu-Alaykum, my lovelies!

Today is not just another girl-chat Monday.

I'm doing something a little different today, and I'm sure you're dying to know why!

So, last week I had a bit of a brainwave. On a whim, I plunged head first into a project and spent most of my weekend working on it.

I'm working (almost) day and night at the moment trying to tie up the loose ends and polish the edges. I know it sounds rushed (it is), but I've always worked best under time pressure... and I've set myself a deadline. 

Anyway, here's the other thing. The more important thing. I might need your help to complete the project.

If things go well, I'm hoping to send an email to a number of you by the end of the week.  It won't require you to do much, and you're not obliged to respond at all. But I would love it if you could keep an eye out for my email and give me a helping hand if possible.




I Want To Say Yes



As Salamu-Alaykum, my lovelies!

I'll be at Nando's tomorrow evening for dinner. My friend wants to meet up, and I really like their Peri Peri chips. We'll walk in together, my friend and I, and we'll be seated next to you. Yes. Fate will bring you and I together.

My friend will get up to place an order. Out of the corner of my eye, I'll notice that you keep stealing glances at me. You're speaking to your friends in a language I don't quite understand. I like the sound of your language. I wish I learned it in school.

My friend will return five minutes later. She'll sit opposite me. There's me, and there's her. There's two of us now. On the same day. At the same place. You'll never be able to stop staring now.

I'll hear it first.

My ears will be perked up, although you can't see them beneath the 'symbol of oppression' wrapped around my head. I'll hear it the way you hear your name being carried by the wind. Faint. Muffled. Almost as if it didn't happen at all.

But no, I'll hear it when you say 'bomb', neatly knitted into the fabric of your foreign conversation. You seem so cheerful. I must have misheard you.

French.

Maybe Italian.

I'm desperately trying to cling onto your every word. I'm trying to catch a phrase I understand. My friend keeps babbling. I wish she'd be quiet.

'Bomb. Tick, tick, tick.'

You all erupt in laughter. I know my ears are fine because now my friend is quiet. She's staring at me and I'm staring at her and her face is full of questions. I know what she's asking. I want to say yes.

Yes, we're in London.

Yes, the year is 2015.

And yes, I think we just witnessed our first bout of Islamophobia.


NEVER give in to attention-seekers. 
There's always that one moron in a million.
May Allah (SWT) provide us with the patience to deal with those fools.