Good Food, Bridges, and Gratitude.

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

How do we know that what we are doing is the best thing for us?

What about the consideration of all those many seeming ‘alternatives‘?

  • Thankfully: we can ask Allah . To grant us the very best of this world, as well as the very best of the One to come.

To grant us what is good for us. Perhaps, if it brings us that additional reassurance: we can ask for Him to Teach us why ‘alternatives’ would not be good for us.

  • The ‘peoplereally, really don’t necessarily always know what is best for us. Even if/when they may have our best interests at heart.

We often don’t even know what’s best for ourselves. However: Allah Knows, and He Alone is our Teacher, our Protector, and our Guide .


It is more than likely that: not everyone will approve. Whether you: have children, or don’t have children. How you raise your children. Whether you: partake in paid employment. Or: don’t really partake in paid employment that much.

Whether you: drive a car. Or: don’t drive a car.

  • People understand things from their own (human, fallible, subjective,) points of view.

While Objective understanding belongs to Allah Alone . And, again: He Knows what is best for us. If we carry out our duties towards Him : He will Grant us the very best. Even if Person X, Y, and Z claim that such ways of doing things are, for ‘these’ reasons, or ‘those’: ‘unfavourable’.


I love, however, that some people listen, with listening ears and eyes. And: they seem to make it a point to… understand. To hear you, and to support you. And to not subtly scoff, or ‘fault-find’.

Those people. Sigh. Beautiful people, Maa Shaa Allah .

[My nan was, as I was writing: taking the bins out. She’d insisted on doing so, even though I said I could.

My nan: is quite an independent woman, Allah hummabārik. Like the time when: I’d had some friends around, and none of us could open this particular glass bottle of (lychee-flavoured, I think) drink. I even tried to use a knife to open it, I think.

And: who’d succeeded at opening it? My nan. Who, by the way, is a stroke patient, so she isn’t even as physically strong as she used to be.]


Yesterday, although I’d had my own general ‘plans’ for the day: Allah had a different, better, Plan for me.

So: I’d been thinking… Should I… go to my nan’s house? Generally, AlHamduli Llah , we (my uncle and his family, my aunt and her family, and some of my cousins,) tend to meet up on Friday evenings. Typically at my nan’s house. I thought: should I make something, for us all to eat? [Korean fried chicken sounded good…]

And then: I thought, maybe I should take the girls from next door to the park. They’re going to be starting school again soon In Shaa Allah , and our plan to go to the park together again is yet to be fulfilled.

But, In Shaa Allah : it’s if Allah Wills for it.


The interesting thing is that: that morning, yesterday, I’d gone and bought… some picnic supplies. Things like: crackers and (organic!) cheese. Biscuits. Juice drinks. Thinking that: maybe some of these snacks could be for the little park trip. And that some of the biscuits could be for later: if I was going to see my aunts and uncle at my nan’s house later that day.

However, at around noon: my friend Joanna, whom I’d bumped into very recently at a museum, after three years of not having seen each other in person. She’d asked if I’d be free for lunch.

So, for lunch together we went. Just like old times. We found our way, by ‘chance’ (by Qadr,) to… what is apparently Europe’s largest bookshop.

The Waterstone’s (bookshop chain) in Piccadilly.

[I wonder who’d looked at that area in London, and just decided: we should call this place… Piccadilly.]

According to a quick Google search:

The name ‘Piccadilly’ originates from a seventeenth-century frilled collar named a piccadil.

Roger Baker, a tailor who became rich making piccadils lived in the area.

Apparently, his house in the area had been called: Pickadilly Hall.


My friend and I had actually been trying to go to a different place. Closer to where we’d typically eat lunch together, during our sixth form days: a particular park.

But we plan, and Allah Plans better!

We’d ended up eating at one of the two cafés (actually, I think there’s actually three,) that are situated inside the big bookshop.

I: had a salmon-and-cream-cheese bagel. J is vegan; she had a vegan wrap. A fruit smoothie for me, and a can of lemonade for she.

Something that I love about J is: her gentle eloquence, Allah hummabārik.

Her genuineness and seemingly effortless emotional intelligence, Maa Shaa Allah .

And how: talking to her seems to inspire my own mind to think about things, AlHamduli Llah . Such a nice range of interesting things.

  • Maybe Allah had Written that we’d have lunch together at Waterstone’s that day (yesterday,) because… it’s in her Qadr to write a book and see it being sold there! In Shaa Allah .

The Ways in which our Creator Plans things for us. Simply amazing, Subhaan Allah !


At that bookshop, there are so many sections!

We’d taken a (somewhat accidental) ‘partial lift tour’ of the building together. i.e.: we’d got in the lift with some people who’d been going to different floors. And so: each time the doors would open, we’d catch a glimpse of a whole new floor.

We’d briefly spoken to a lady in the lift who’d been carrying quite a few books in her hands. The majority of them: for “work,” she’d said. And, one of them, just for pleasure.

After mine and J’s bookshop lunch, and a wonderful conversation, AlHamduli Llah : we made our way to a local park, to carry on speaking to one another for a while.

  • When a soul sits comfortably, and in peace and in goodness, with another soul: it doesn’t actually ‘matter’ if you haven’t seen one another in person in roughly three years. That’s beside the point.

The Fruit Farm.

Recently, my nan went on a trip, with her eldest son, my uncle, as well as her elder sister, I think: to a fruit farm.

i.e.: some fields where you can pick your own fruit/veg. Take it all to be weighed, and then you can purchase what you’ve picked. I think I’ve been to the fruit farm at least a couple of times, as a child.

Anyway: when my nan had gone, she’d brought back some gifts for us…

Some vegetables for her son-in-law, my dad, for example. A big marrow, for example.

  • Elder Bengalis, in general: seem to love the sight of nice, healthy pumpkins and marrows.

For me: my nan had brought me back some fresh sweetcorn husks. As well as: a container of strawberries.

The smell of fresh fruit/veg. So nice. So… earthy. Maa Shaa Allah : it is all from our Creator !


Yesterday: I’d actually tried to wake up just before Fajr time. So: about 4 AM I think. And: my aim had been, to stay up after Fajr. See how it is to just begin my day early, do things, and so on.

I think: it’s definitely a good idea. If you can also fit in a good midday nap.

But yesterday: I had some matcha (in coconut milk,) in the morning. So I might have been too caffeinated to have a midday nap. And I’d also, of course, ended up going outside for that lunch date with my friend.

Anyway, today, for lunch: I had a (plant-based) burger. And: some corn-on-the cob, straight from the husk (and then boiled and buttered).

Inside: sweetcorn!

Snacks today have included: some chocolate-and-ginger biscuits. Some crackers with cheese. And: some strawberries!

Strawberries, for example: some of the health benefits they’re said to offer… They’re rich in Vitamin C, and in antioxidants (which are said to significantly help in protecting against cancer).

Oh, and: they’re good for your skin! For example: because of their high water content, and because of how they’re thought to aid in preventing the breakdown of collagen, which is a protein that is essential for/in skin.


A Hadīth I’d come across recently:

“Allah is pleased with His servant who eats a morsel [of food] and praises Allah for it, and who drinks a sip [of water/drink] and praises Allah for it.”

— Muhammad (S A W), according to Muslim.

And so: you might often hear that Muslims, after eating/drinking something, and/or finishing a meal, will say, AlHamduli Llah . All Praise/Thanks is to Allah .

Before we eat/drink: we say, Bismil Llah . In the Name of Allah .


Another very nice Sunnah that I’ve just learnt about — AlHamduli Llah — is that:

  • When you’re sitting with people and serving them water, you should wait. So that you’re the last person to drink your water at the sitting: serve others, and let others drink first.

Yesterday, instead of having gone to my nan’s house, and since my parents are abroad while I’m here at home with my nan…

Some of our family members had come over to my house. And: my aunt had ordered us some takeaway.

I’d also: received my anticipated Amazon package yesterday, AlHamduli Llah . Comprising (a new skincare product, and,) a wood-burning kit. This is a craft that I’d learnt about during/after my time teaching at an Islamic summer school this summer.

I wanted to try it out yesterday, and since my little cousin Isa (‘romanised’: Jesus) had been at my house yesterday, I made him a little wooden plaque-slash-coaster thing:

The ‘1’ there is because my cousin tends to play football as a goalkeeper. He’s quite good at football, and at being in goal, Allah hummabārik!

Thing is: the first time I’d tried my hand at this whole ‘wood-burning’ craft… I barely knew how to do it properly.

But: ’tis, as with a lot of things, a learning process. We can’t look back and be unhappy about the fact that we hadn’t been ‘better’ then. Ya live, ya learn!

And In Shaa Allah , I can practise doing this craft that I quite like, AlHamduli Llah . As time goes on. As I, perhaps: make (inevitably,) mistakes, and then hope to do better, all over again.


GCSE Results Day.

Recently, fifteen/sixteen year olds across the UK had received their GCSE results.

I have two cousins: one on my mum’s side, and one on my dad’s, who’d sat their GCSE exams this year.

My mum’s side cousin, for example: he’d done really well in these exams, Maa Shaa Allah , Allah hummabārik.

During exam season: he’d still been serving his family, chilling, and so on. Perhaps Allah had Put that additional Barakah into his eventual results. Because of the good that he’s done, Maa Shaa Allah .

He’s been setting a good precedent kind of thing for himself, I think. In the sense that: things like health and fitness, family connections, friends. Have not been forfeited, even ‘only temporarily’, for the sake of ‘work’ and exam results.

And, as a result, he’s come out with some really good results, Allah hummabārik. Hopefully, this way of doing things: follows him into adulthood, and into his eventual working life, In Shaa Allah .


Insecurity.

“You’re insecure.

Don’t know what for.”

Those are some old One Direction lyrics, by the way. Remember them?

  • Human (and indeed Jinni. Read: the story of Iblīs,) insecurity seems to help in providing background and context to, in explaining, some of what human behaviour can constitute.

Insecurity: it’s defined as,

uncertainty or anxiety about oneself;

a lack of confidence.

  • Things can also be described as being ‘insecure’. When things are maybe… somewhat shaky, not fastened properly. For example: if, say, a bridge looks unsafe, wobbly. It might be, in other terms: insecure.

If insecurity describes a lack of security, and of confidence:

Security: being free from danger/threat.

Confidence: the feeling or belief that one can have faith in or rely on someone or something. Trust.


Where does true confidence come from?

Truly:

When certain groups of people, and the academic fields that some of them had heavily contributed towards, tried to ‘reject’ and ‘forget about’:

God .

It’s likely true that they’d tried to posit [posit: put forward] this idea that confidence comes from… the self.

But, I mean:

Just look at the human self. How we… trip over from time to time. Don’t know everything, at all. Make mistakes, get things wrong. We’re fundamentally… shaky, at the best of times. We are only creation. He is our Creator .


And so:

Whenever we do find ourselves feeling unsure.

Inadequate: ‘not good enough’. In these particular ways, or in those ones.

Whenever we feel uncertain.

Allah Loves that we ask of Him . Ask, and He will surely Respond. He is the Near , and He is the Responsive .


People being mean to reverting Muslims.

Muslims who have reverted into Islam [we say ‘reverting’, and not ‘converting’, since: babies are born into the natural human disposition. And: to accept Islam later on down the line is to revert to this disposition].

It can very much be hard enough as it is, from what I know.

To have to give up certain aspects of one’s life: things that they might have become quite used to over time.

To, perhaps: have really earned the displeasure — even anger — of family members, sometimes.

Some may: have to pray in secret. Struggle significantly with various things, like with feeling like they’re a ‘part’ of the community, at the masjid; may end up spending a Ramadān or two quite… alone.

Some reverting Muslims are even kicked out, ‘disowned’, made homeless, for choosing to become Muslim.

And then: to have certain other Muslims… nitpick and fault-find. [I watched a YouTube short, I think it had been, of a Muslim sister who’d reverted, expressing her frustration at that. The nitpicking that some seem to feel inclined towards doing.]

The least we can do towards these individuals whom Allah Himself has favoured and chosen, by the way, is: be supportive. Every single ‘little’ thing that we do, counts. And: it’s the intention that counts, in Islam.

So: perhaps their intentions may be… to please the Creator . While: in constantly criticising, ‘nitpicking’… a person’s intentions may be more about…

Finding ‘fault’ in others, so as to feel more ‘superior’ and ‘confident’ in one’s self and ‘religious status’. [Insecurity.]

Overall: pretty discouraging. Not helpful. Chillllll.

  • Islam: is an inherently attractive Way of Life for the human being. And if, as current Muslims, we find ourselves being, essentially, ambassadors of the Deen. Then: we should make things easy, and not hard. For ourselves; for others. Attract, rather than repel.
  • The Deen is just as much theirs as it is yours.

Things that Insecurity can lead to.

A ‘wobbly bridge’, let’s say: the likeness, perhaps, of a particularly insecure individual.

I mean: we all have our insecurities. But I suppose it’s about tempering these things [to temper something is to moderate it,], and it’s ultimately about not seeing our own selves as being ‘mighty’ and so on. We rely on our Lord , Allah , the Most High .

I think: some people’s insecurities may lead them to…

Boast and to brag about things, a lot. To ‘achieve’ a look of sturdiness, and security. And, sometimes:

To insult others. Because if one can imagine other bridges to be more shaky: then perhaps one can present oneself as being somehow ‘better’, a ‘safer bridge’, by contrast.

Insecurity can lead to, among other things: arrogance.

Like when Iblīs had rejected the Command of Allah . Because Allah had Created a new, very beautiful, creature: the first man. Ādam (AS).

Iblīs didn’t like that; would not prostrate before Ādam as per the Instruction of Allah , which had likely been a test for him. Maybe we could say: Iblīs did not try to still his ‘wobbly bridge’. He did not humble himself before his Creator .


Perhaps slightly random, but:

One thing that my friend J and I had spoken about with one another at our lunch outing had been…

A particular fairly well-known ‘intellectual personality’.

In one of this woman’s podcast episodes, I think: she’d actually mentioned how…

She’d ended up being unfaithful to her spouse. Out of… insecurity. Whether that had been: insecurity as to whether her spouse had still loved her as much, maybe. Or, perhaps: to know if she’s still desirable and so on to other men. Who knows?

It seems, actually, as though, quite a lot of unfavourable — bad — human behaviour. Can be explained via the lens of… insecurity.


Another thing J and I had spoken about is: hypocrisy.

You know: when, for example, certain speakers, and/or politicians, may ‘verbally advocate’ for one thing. But then: consistently, their actual actions and behaviour don’t match up. So why ought we trust them, and what they say?

I mean: a blip or two is expected. Truly: it’s human nature, to err, from time to time, and to trip.

Human error, followed by, hopefully, a good remedial apology. Yet:

When, consistently, what they do goes against their own entire… shtick [one meaning of shtick: a person’s special talent, interest, or area of activity.].

Red flag, red flag, red flag.


Manjaros.

Recently, my uncle and aunt had invited me to go out with them. Their plan: to have a picnic, and then, later in the day… to eat out.

Since I’d already had scheduled plans for the day, I decided to join them for the second half of their outing [the second half, lads].

  • It’s Sunnah to: always try to accept invitations for food!

I’d been in a particular area in East London at the time. I felt a bit bad because my aunt had, I think, assumed I’d been home. So: she’d come near my house, while I’d been about half an hour away.

She decided to come and pick me up near where I’d been. I told her which train station I’d been near, but accidentally actually ended up giving the wrong one [I gave the name of a station that’s about five minutes away from the one I’d been near.].

So: onto a (DLR. Docklands Light Railway) train I hopped.


At the other station: my pick-up had eventually arrived.

But: my phone had been on Airplane Mode… [for reasons of peace. And: it also helps with saving battery, I think.] Until the moment I’d realised that: this is probably not the right time for Airplane Mode.

  • After turning off Airplane Mode, I got a call telling me which way to walk: I ended up walking the wrong way, and then realising that they could see me from where they’d been. So I walked to the car.

Cars. Plural: my cousin had his car, with the boys/men in it. And, my aunt had her car, with the girls/women in it. Although I might find that I’m sometimes confused about various things… Something I’m not confused about is whether I am male or female, so:

I’d made my way into the right car.


We made our way to the restaurant.

Manjaros in Ilford: a nice, Halāl, kind of casual place. Nice, bustling energy.

Treated by: my uncle and my aunt, his wife. And also at the table (Table 5,) had been:

Their little son, my four-year-old cousin د.

And then: my uncle’s brother’s [so, my other uncle’s,] kids. Four more cousins. And: my cousin’s wife.

So, nine of us, at Table 5, in total. AlHamduli Llah .

I had a nice cajun chicken wrap, with chips. And with some mango lassi. AlHamduli Llah !

  • Earlier on in the day: for the first half of their outing, my uncle, aunt, and cousins had their picnic in a park. With scones, among other things. They’d also played a game of cricket. My four-year-old cousin د’s first game of cricket, I think.

Bless, Maa Shaa Allah : he’d seemingly gotten so into the game that… he’d ended up falling over and grazing his knee a little.


So: Manjaros, then. I’d recommend this restaurant. Good food, good range of food; nice décor. A prayer room! Which is really nice: and it even has a built-in Wudhu facility!

And: the restaurant’s owner also ensures that his business takes part in schemes like… Donating food to the NHS. Partnering with a Muslim charity: selling little bottles of Zam Zam water for charity. They also partake in a Mayor of London [current Mayor of London: Sadiq Khan,] scheme that gives (paid) work experience to young people.

So: the waiter who had served our table had been a fourteen-year-old. Very good at his job, Maa Shaa Allah .

And his name: is Salahuddeen. [What a nice name, Maa Shaa Allah . Named after a very respected and admirable Muslim leader!]

  • When we try to do good. We: might do a little. And then: Allah Rewards us with a lot. That restaurant: with its designated prayer room. Charity works, and so on. Not serving alcohol. Gets so busy, Maa Shaa Allah !


After our meal: we all had ice-cream.

And then my uncle asked me if I wanted a drink from the cool-box in his car boot. I decided to take a can of ginger beer home with me [ginger ‘beer’: is Halāl! It’s not really ‘beer’.].

AlHamduli Llah for that lovely meal. Good day out. Well, more like: a half-day out, for me.

[Oh, I’d also caught a glimpse of a particular dress, in the window of a particular shop, a Desi-style boutique, that I would totally wear on my wedding day, In Shaa Allah : it’s white, and has some floral designs on it.

Traditionally, Bengali brides don’t wear white. So, contrary to the otherwise present ‘rule’ of not wearing white to a wedding: I’ve done just that before!]


  • Certainly, part of living well: is eating well.

Some more Sunnah etiquettes pertaining to eating:

Try to eat in moderation: don’t fill your stomach. And:

Try to only eat from what is near you. i.e. don’t reach over the table. [Yesterday: I wanted some sauce with my food, but the sauces had been somewhat far away. But then someone had moved one of the sauces near me, and there was my opportunity.]


When my friend J and I had sat together in that park from a couple of days earlier:

A single autumnal leaf had spun and fallen to the ground.

Sometimes, when I see leaves falling: I remember that Āyah in the Qur’an that tells us about how not a leaf falls, except that Allah Knows about it.

Some things: some happenings in our lives. We might accidentally come to overlook, and think they’re ‘little’. But: each step,

Each thing that happens. Each leaf falling, by Divine Will. It’s all: Divinely Known, and, what’s more…

It’s intentional. Subhaan Allah .


Penne pasta.

Did you know (according to the side of the packet of pasta I opened today,) that

Penne means ‘quill’ in Italian. From Latin: the word ‘pen’ comes from the same root.

And if you look at the shape of penne pasta: it looks like a quill/ink pen nib! Designed for scooping up thin sauces.

  • Today I had pasta for lunch. Well, brunch.

Some quite simple ingredients:

Penne pasta. Extra virgin olive oil. Some minced garlic, and salt. Le organic soft cheese (what I’d bought to have crackers with that time recently). And: some spinach.

Get your: greens. Filling carbs. An organic source of protein.

In total: I’ve estimated that the price of this plate of lunch amounts to about… less than a pound. Maybe 85p, maybe 90p. With organic ingredients, and no preservatives and so on.

Plated:

[I actually started eating some, then decided to take a picture of it.]


The Cost of Living.

Living… can be expensive.

And: prices are going up.

One way of trying to save money, while doing our physical selves a major service, is: trying to eat more homemade food, maybe. Being careful about what we buy; considering alternatives to expensive things.

Oh, and, I think: switching plug sockets off. Etc. Etc. It’s the ‘little things’.

  • To get through this in a good way: we either have to end up making more money, or spending less money. Or, perhaps ideally: a combination of both.

Perspectives.

A conversation that my aunt and uncle had together on that day (yesterday,) on our way back from the restaurant…

Had been about: perspectives.

You know, for example: when people make… unfavourable comments.

It’s often a matter of perspective, isn’t it?

For every mean, non-constructive thing that someone might have to say… Is either someone who didn’t see it that way, since their minds aren’t wired like that. And they don’t wish to cause hurt or harm. And/or someone who knows how to say such a thing, if it is helpful, but in a kinder way.

e.g.

“Sweetheart, are you okay? You look a bit tired today. It’s not that noticeable but I’m just feeling a little concerned about you.”

Or:

Yoooo! You look tired.” [That’s it. Just a comment like that, with seemingly no… empathy or anything in their delivery. All in all: not all that constructive and beneficial.]

Sometimes: people comment in less-than-favourable ways on… other people’s children. On their houses, on their lifestyles.

But often, what they are focusing on and saying: tells you something about them, you know.


Something that my aunt is worried about when it comes to her (first) child is:

Her fear that he might encounter some bullying, at some point, of a racial nature. My uncle also shares this concern.

These things do happen. They have happened; they, unfortunately, continue to happen.

My cousin د is such a little sweetheart, Allah hummabārik. He says the cutest things. For example, (I’m not sure if he still says this, but,) when he would be missing someone, he would say:

“My heart was crying for you!”

د is, we think: something of an empath, Maa Shaa Allah . He feels things; he’s very loving and empathetic, Allah hummabārik. A tender heart. [And he’s funny. And he’d actually insisted, I think, on having a burger at the restaurant yesterday. It ended up falling on the floor: all of it, except for one of the burger buns.

I don’t mean to sound cruel here: but I secretly found that hilarious. Dropping things. We’re definitely related.]


There’s a YouTube channel that I’ve come across fairly recently: a black American father chronicling his life as a stay-at-home dad.

It’s called: Beleaf in Fatherhood.

And: in one of his videos, Glen (that’s his name,) talks about a time when he and his wife had gone to an appointment. They’d left their children with their nanny, and she’d taken them all to the park.

At the park: they’d encountered some children who’d said that,

Black people are bad‘. And that:

White people and black people are ‘enemies”.

Sometimes: it could be things that they’re directly being told, some of them, by their parents. And other times: they’re simply just listening in on adult conversations, and picking these ideas up.

Anyway, Anaya, Glen’s little daughter, to one of the children who’d been saying that their “mom” said that ‘black people are…

She’d retorted:

Well, your mom’s a liar.”

The family’s nanny is a white woman who loves them very much. And: after witnessing/hearing about this incident at the park, she’d felt quite upset, and started crying.


My cousin د looks like… he’s from Yemen. The Yemeni genes are strong in this kiddo, I think. To the extent where:

When one of my uncle’s friends (who, I think, is also Bengali,) had bumped into my uncle and had seen my cousin presumably for the first time: he’d asked my uncle if he’d married an Arab woman [although: I think some ‘Pan-Africanists’ might argue that Yemen should be part of Africa].

My uncle’s friend thought that my cousin looks different. [Bengalis: we’re a very diverse ethnic group. Perhaps even the most diverse ethnic group in South Asia! We’ve got some Turkic origins, ‘Indian’, of course; some Persian, some Yemeni, some Afghani, some East Asian…]

Anyway. I think we need to teach children that… They’re absolutely beautiful. Ain’t no doubt about it. [My cousin د is literally gorgeous, Allah hummabārik. What a blessing of a child, Maa Shaa Allah .]

And, hopefully: tell them so often that if some other child says something, say, at school, or at the park…

They’ll just see them as being… misinformed. ‘You’re wrong.’

We can equip children with ‘sturdy bridges’, so to speak. A strength and a happiness in whom they are; in their senses of self. And tethered to faith in the Most High , the Most Powerful and Strong : Allah .


Clean Kicks.

The other day: I cleaned my trainers. And then: I kept looking at them. Were these the same shoes? After cleaning them [using a mixture of laundry powder and stain remover,] they. Were. Gleaming.

I remember seeing, somewhat recently, one of my neighbours standing outside, cleaning her son’s school shoes, I think they’d been. These are important ‘little’ tasks that need to be done.

Also: whenever we do something. We’re necessarily making a choice, and giving up any of its alternatives. In Economics [this is like one of the not-that-many things that I remember from that subject,] this is known as the ‘opportunity cost‘.

For me: I think one of the ‘opportunity costs’ of slowing down, AlHamduli Llah , and, for example, doing more housework tasks and so on… is… not making that much money in the meantime. And I’m okay with that, AlHamduli Llah . Fresh white kicks, less anxiety, AlHamduli Llah , etc. are… worth it!


In Shaa Allah , tomorrow, some friends of mine are coming around to mine. My parents are still abroad (on holiday) and: I thought, instead of going to a restaurant or something, why not… host them, here at mi casa?

This is where I’m at with the whole wood-burning thing:

And I also cleaned my house a little, and made… some Korean fried chicken!

What a process. From: removing the fat from the raw chicken. To: going to the supermarket to get ingredients. Dropping gross chicken water on the floor. Frying the chicken twice: since this is ‘the Korean way’. Etc.

And here it is: the (chicken) fruits of my toils. AlHamduli Llah !

The other day: my friend ج and I had eaten out at a Korean street food restaurant. The food had been delicious, Maa Shaa Allah , and: one lunch box had amounted to… just under £10.

Whereas: making this meal at home… Has, in total, cost just under £10. As in: food for about five people. So: we’re saving, I think, roughly £40!


Okay, now I’m sneezing, and so is the cat [he was sneezing first. To exonerate [exonerate: to free from blame] myself from any accusations that I may have passed on an illness to an innocent and unsuspecting animal].

So it’s time for…

A COVID test.

Perhaps tomorrow’s lunch-with-friends is simply… not meant to be.

  • Yep: (real-time) developments… we’re not gonna risk it.

This happened pretty fast and unexpectedly, but it is with Divine Intention. Plus I’m left with all that chicken, which, frankly, I do not mind. Although: I do hope to see my friends soon too, In Shaa Allah .


Apart from some likely… self-isolation. What does Allah have Planned for my day tomorrow?

Well: we’ll know all about that, In Shaa Allah … tomorrow.

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