Healing the body of the Ummah

Picture this, a bunch of little islands all close to each other and   slightly similar . That would be my view of the Muslims today and the slight similarity being our faith and the rest being our cultures.

  We are a scattered bunch. We don't always reach out to each other from within the islands, like helping out our neighbors or fellow Muslims, much less help the other islands.

  I'm talking in the general sense and everything I write is in my point of view so tell me if you see it otherwise.


 You know all those little islands need to protect their surroundings from intruders. What if a calamity such as a tsunami is about to happen where citizens are required to evacuate from a certain side but since these islands are separated there's nowhere to evacuate to. Or some sort of unwanted boarder crossing happens. They have to keep a watch all round and when something happens it's hard to protect it.  But what if...

All those Islands came together with each watching the others back? Imagine that!

  Yes you've heard we should help one another and yes we know we should, but how many of us actually have done something? Or when we heard such-and-such  a place has a problem and something terrible happened, do we feel bad in that moment and shove it aside later in our head?

   Let's try to treat all problems as our problems, this also applies to me. If you feel nothing then there's something wrong from within that needs fixing.

   Sometimes, I feel like I'm in a daze only to snap out of it when something really hits home. Give me a while and I slowly fall back into that slumber. Even in that state of slumber my mind is remotely "present"  but it takes work just to fully awaken.  I don't want to fall asleep again when reality is right in my face.

   For those of us that have always felt bad about this and that was all, lets do something about it! I'm honestly serious. Let's brainstorm things together so that we can glue the islands together or heal the body of the Ummah.What do you say?

Why are you a Muslim?

Introduction:

First off, this is for me. I tend to forget things that have happened to me. There are times I can recall really hating my sister with utmost disgust but if you asked me now, I wouldn't remember what she did, but a bit of how I felt. On the opposite spectrum, Something wonderful could have happened, and it has, but I can't recall them either. At some point I either forget them or hold onto it at the back of my mind.
So this is where this blog comes into place. I'll record what I feel and think with the hope that Inshallah I'll get better.
Also this is a shout out to...whoever is reading this and is not me, hopefully you'll learn from my experience.Hopefully.

Why are you a Muslim?

So I'm going to assume that it may not just be only me reading this and so I'll write that way. Also I should put this out there, I'm no scholar or anything and even if I were, If I mention something good and it's in accordance to what All and the prophet (PBUH) said then take it. If I err then correct me don't bash me. I hurt easy.

I was born and raised a Muslim, Alhamdullilah (See that's proof enough) and like most of us growing up in a non-muslim country, actually what I'm about to say could apply anywhere predominantly non-muslim countries, Islam was something I grew up with and took on from my family. There's a blessing in that but to me, that was also an issue because I never thought about making islam mine . I personally think it was because I never really understood my muslim Identity. I'm talking about grade 6/7 where I jumped from group of friends to others, where I was a sheep. I did what the other 'sheeps' did. I would pray if I was at a mosque and it was prayer time but really, no change.Islam was nothing to me other than my hijab and the weekend quran lessons which I dreaded.

All this did change of course when my parents nipped the problem in the bud. They sent us(My family) to Kenya where Islam was more exposed to us to the point where I later became the one who was on top of prayer times and reminded others. The concept of Hijab widened and so I learnt how to be fully dressed and actually not fast for money. I now hate to keep my nails long and I basically became more practising. You would've thought that I was done with this transformation. I thought I was. Again, a problem for some muslims is that they're satisfied with their level when they can try and improve themselves

Years later and I was back to my country.That's around the time it started. I was watching youtube videos and they happened to be about reverts to Islam. I always found them touching and soon I realized why I loved seeing those videos. It's because those people made a choice and they were really happy about it. They would say, "Thanks to Islam..." and I would be like, "..." Which begged the question, Why am I a muslim? To this day I still struggle with this. It bothers me that I would be comfortable with the fact that I could answer that by saying, "I was born and raised as one." What about those stubborn people mentioned in the Quran who said they did what they did because they found their forefathers doing it. So for those muslims out there, don't feel at rest if you don't know another answer. You We should be praying and striving for that knowledge. Don't be like most people , even today who say, "I'm a...because I was born to..." You won't value it as much compared to something you choose. So make your it your choice.

If I mentioned something new to you about Islam...*LOOK IT UP* You need to confirm it. Forgive me if I've offended anyone of you..if there is anyone there at all.
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