Never thought I was going to enter this islamic store, or so does everyone call it in the area. Al-tawheed we al-Nour. It was quite an experience. I am heading to France this week so M. asked me for hunting pants that she can wear under her cloths in winter. She wanted them in pure cotton, and pointed me to this tawheed place. So, there I went. Upon entering the place, I thought I was transformed into this new world. A hive, except it is a lazy one. Only crowded. All the sellers are men with the praying sign on their forehead, some with long beards, the plupart majority wearing greyish short pants and weird colour shirts. You can't miss but feel that they all look the same. Of course, the sound of 'iza'et el coran al kareem' was screaming everywhere. Coran, ahadeeth, preaching, all what you want. So I headed to the women section, expecting the sellers to be women. Veiled women. Munaqaba women. Whatever. It is women section for god's sake. Never expected a man to s...
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The good thing is that for some reason all along these couple of posts I thought that you are identifying with someone else by identifying the words & the thoughts of the status & was glad to see that you were portraying...
Hope you will portray someone else that is more full of hope, Something else that is more full of life...
Good, you do not "endure" airless vacuum...
To live is to endure and to enjoy...
Scientific answer: It's because of my genes.
Religious answer: It's because of the battle between my fitrah and nafs.
Why?
Thanks for asking.