The Little Things...

Well we all know how life can be. It can sneak up on us and make us change how we think and how we react to certain things.

Me personally speaking, am a person who detests change. Change has been forced upon me from an early age due to war and unrest. I have moved about 20 times or more in my life. That makes a person either not care about where they live and be happy (like some of my siblings) or it makes them insecure and long for the security of stability and staying put. I have been in my current home for almost two years. It is mine and I love and adore it maybe too much. It is my haven and my secret hiding place. I can pray, eat, read, sleep with no real worries. My family are here or I am there most of the time. Its hard for me t express how much this place means to me.

Anyways I digress. I am meant to be talking about how people can make you change something that you have never really thought of as changeable.

I have made a decision lately that means a few big changes and to be honest the big changes seem like nothing at the moment. They are not important in the least. I am even settled about the idea of moving away from my place of peace and quite...

Why do the big things seem small at the moment? Because the decision I have made and the person I have made it with has made me realise that some things are only big and scary if you make them that way. I have come to appreciate there are really important stuff that I had only previously thought of as been minor.

I am willing to live life enjoying the little things and not worrying about the so called big and scary things that are really not within our control anyway.

Am still praying my Istikhara and am pleased at where it has taken me. Hope and pray that guidance always continues to flow from Allah. I pray that my parents are always as kind and considerate as they are now and they always continue in their capacity as the providers of advice. I pray that Allah keeps my friends close to me if not in miles then in our connection through Him.

My parents always tell us when they first met they didn't like each other. They met a few more times and finally married. They planned on having a business together and living their lives out in the nice city of Kismayo (Somalia). The planned on having a nice big family and planned to pass on the business to them when the time came. People plan and Allah plans. 27 yeas later my parents are teacher and benefit adviser respectively. They have 8 children together. They had lost their homes numerous times and the moved countless more so they can give their children a chance of a good life.

They tell us regularly they never imagined they would be here in the city of Manchester. Never imaged they would leave their beloved Somalia.

It is almost impossible to imagine what is ahead of you. I am planning on being better prepared to deal with change rather than spend my time and energy on trying to stop something that is inevitable.

Change is not as scary as I thought it might be.