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Your hope in my heart is the rarest treasure
Your Name on my tongue is the sweetest word
My choicest hours
Are the hours I spend with You —
O Allah, I can’t live in this world
Without remembering You–
How can I endure the next world
Without seeing Your face?
I am a stranger in Your country
And lonely among Your worshippers:
This is the substance of my complaint.

Rabia Basriya

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I have neglected this blog because I have found so much joy and purpose writing publicly. So am taking the WordPress challenge, I will be posting on this blog once a week for all of 2011, Insha Allah. I was challenged by Sister Ify over at ifyokoye.com.

My intention for starting this blog was to meet Muslimahs and moms beyond my community.  In the process, I have rediscovered my love for writing.  Alhamdulillah, there are greater purposes to aspire to and words can inspire people.  Since last year, I have found many brothers, sisters and shuyookhs who inspire and educate me every day. Even started a twitter account. I am finding blogging anonymously while writing publicly for Muslim Matters stifling, so here I am. Ummezaynub is Hena Zuberi. This is takes some guts because it is so much easier being anonymous.  Even before, I started writing I asked Brother Amad whether to write using my kunya or under my name. He said it provides credibility and tells readers you believe in what you write in and you are not afraid to be associated with your writing. My main concern at that point was niyyah-when does it become about yourself and your name vs. giving dawah for the sake of Allah.

I renew my intentions in the words of Native Deen:

And know that everything up until this point I’ve ever written
I submit as my repentance
And if its blessings You’re sending my way
I beg You hold them to the judgement day
so maybe in Jannah you can look back and say…it was a lovely day, a lovely, a lovely day, yes a lovely day
Are my intentions, alright, am I doing for Allah
When I am looking deep deep down inside, do I have the right niyyah (intention)?

I am finding myself thinking clearly. Writing makes me really think about what I feel about an issue, however I have become hesitant too, its not like speaking, every word you write remains like pertoglyphs etched in rocks. Readers hang on to phrases and judge, you can not please everyone. But then so does every word uttered from your lips, that too is written down to be judged by As Sami.  I should worry more about living up to what I write about.

If you already read my stuff over at MM, I hope you will give me feedback and suggestions. Salaams

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