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once upon a time there was a me, and there was a you. and everything was fine. then there was a You. and after a while everything was fine. then there was a chat. and another You and things got messy. then there was a pretty blue writing, ever so inviting, and then there was a third You. and chaos ensued.

I feel this is kinda hypocritical of me

i have this memory, i dont know if its accurate or  just glossed over to make it look cool in my head and worthy of retelling in a revival blog. (which i totally ruined now)

so anyway, this memory is of my 16-ish years old self. pondering the difference between lonely and alone. having learnt about it the "life" way.

since then ive been careful of my usage of those two words and also highly aware of their difference and how they each feel in everyday living.

Ive always enjoyed having some alone time. just doing nothing or doing something that needs doing, that has clear goals and that has a clear end point but by myelf. (like hanging the clothes out to dry, or shopping with a shopping list..stuff like that)

I dont want to tidy my room

I dont want to tidy my room!

there's hardly anything there thats mine

its a shared room you see, so why should i be the one stuck in there?

plus a hurricane of the-three-girls-under-the-age-ten has struck.

FOUR NIGHTS AND THREE DAYS STRAIGHT

so why should i tidy my room

where hardly any of the mess is mine?

 

plus there are better things to do

i've got to change the world, i've got to save it.

i cnt be stuck in my room,

when the world is going ballistic.

 

its not fair its not fair!

the duvet's there because the bed was most struck by the hurricane

i dont know why the jewellery's on the floor!

i was asleep the whole time!

tis a problem

why do you act like it's not your problem

i know you're busy, i know you've got a life

but why do you turn a blind eye on this

it is your problem, it is my problem

it is our problem.

i might have a bit more free time,

i might be lazying about

but i can see the consequences looming on the horizon

i might be a bit more sensitive

and again have too much spare time

to feel the pain of those beyond our borderlines.

 

i do not ask you to feel it,

i just want you to know

i see the consequences

like angry black clouds

they're rolling in, slowly but surely.

the thunder and the lighting,

slowly synchronizing

 

i ask you for your help

it's been a very long time

i must have been 7,8 or 9. at Taraweeh, witr time and the imaam is making duahs in qunut, long long duahs, the algerian/morrocan/tunisian and other Arabic-understanding ladies around me are crying, sobbing, the imaam's voice is breaking as well. me and my friends arent messing about anymore, just for that moment.

the imaam is making a long lon duah in arabic that we can hardly understand, and then there's a happy part, where he mentions all those names of country but with an arabic tweak. always fun, plus its in a certain order so we can repeat. I remember repeating those arabized country names when messing about as a kid when asked to "make duah".

revivalettes - Reading group.

thinking abt setting a coupla reading groups. each reading a diff book. it'd be via skype

books ive considered are when the moon split and "journey to Allah" by ibn al qayyim and "explanation of 3 fundamental principles"

 

its mainly for people who are totally free during ramadan and want to use those reading groups to add structure to their day.

i was thinking early afternoon for them. on different days of the week. anyway, pm me if you're interested with available days of week and times.

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