Fluent Thoughts

Few words I had to write to and about Ra-1.

You are so sweet and kind that people take advantage of you; you offer your heart and caring to all even to those who don’t deserve.

You give not to receive; you share your feelings knowing it’s no waste of time or effort. you give for the sake of giving.

It’s you who are right and it’s your heart that is kind and it is your manners that are straight.

You live life as it should be lived; you sleep at night with no regrets; you care for Allah, your family, friends then come your caring for your self.

For those who don’t deserve your heart and caring, I’m sure that they have gained nothing but loss.

You are the best friend a person could have.

This is how my mind has been working recently.

Whizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz !!

As most of people with stammer do, I always work on my speech; the speech development is a non stop progress in my life; every time and a while I discover a new technique and stick to it until my brain gets the trick and refuses it.

One of the things that have always impressed me is reading the Qura’an; reading the Qura`an properly taking in consideration all of it’s TAJWEED signs (embellishment) is like using all of the techniques I have discovered and learned during my life; hence, I never stammer when reading the Qura’an loudly.

Related memory:

 Seven or eight years old I might have been when I first read Surah Taha; it is when I came across “قال رب اشرح لي صدري و يسر لي أمري و احلل عقدة من لساني يفقهوا قولي” (”(Moses) said:O my Lord! Expand me my breast; Ease my task for me; and remove the impediment from my speech, so they may understand what I say”). I got attached to it; and for some reason I thought it was meant for me; and that God have placed in the Quraan for me to encounter some day and take; I repeated it every day after every prayer and in every sajda (genuflection) and still do.

I remember during my teen years, I used to repeat it more frequently than I ever did; I remember weeping on my pillow and saying it again and again until I fall a sleep. Hard years they were.

She called it “Father is the daughter’s first love ”

First love indeed

I miss the colour blue.