Oh, joy.

Ah, entropy.

You work yourself into a frenzy day after day, walking and running and dutifully munching on salad greens and making sure you remind your obliques they are not off the hook, no freakin’ way mister, and generally trying to keep your body from devolving into a shapeless lump of lard with inappropriately hirsute extremities as per the condition of most women from the subcontinent–and then what happens? Two days of sedentary behavior and you feel the world is crashing down around you.

Then you scroll through people’s status messages on Facebook that say optimistic things like, “The believer grows strong in times of adversity, and the hyprocite grows weak” and you’re like, oh crap, I’m a hypocrite! That’s me!

You picture yourself, ten or twenty years from now: alone, unmarried, unsuccessful, uninspired. You come across an old friend. She’s the picture of health, is fluent in five languages, is studying Islamic law and jurisprudence in Amman (or Cairo, or Karachi, or some other exotic sounding locale known for it’s Islamic academia), and saves baby seals from extinction on the side. She has two beautiful, charming children, one who is captain of the crew team as well as being the president of the MSA while maintaining a perfect 4.0 GPA. Another is finishing medical school and already has hospitals courting her for employment, but, your friend says with a sigh, “They’re all going to have to wait until she gets back from Darfur, the coverage there is sketchy at best!” Perhaps she tosses the end of her haute couture perfectly matching hijab over one shoulder and asks you with one delicate hand resting on her hip what is the latest and greatest going on in your life.

Your response: “…” 0__0

This is not how the story ends. This is not how it will end. You run into a wall, you don’t give up, you break through it. One bad day is not your life. This does not define you. You’re more than this! Another day, another chance.

Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, “I will try again tomorrow. -Mary Anne Radmacher

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3 thoughts on “Oh, joy.

  1. i love that quote, i actually have a stack of post it notes with it on the bottom….. definitely helped me get through reading some tough chapters haha

    saba

  2. JazaakAllah Khayr I don’t wanna be among the ones who will be in the lowest pit of hell I too don’t want to be among them
    asalaam u alaikum 🙂

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