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Check  Out this site. http://www.ahiida.com/

There is coincidently a testimonial there by a certain David, maybe it’s fake…but still is interesting to read:
I am an American male who will not deny that I love to look at women. I live in Florida and the women wear close to nothing on the beaches here… I love the beaches here. That being said it may seem weird but I am a big fan of your product. Not until visiting your website did I understand how the lack of proper sportswear has been hindering Muslim women. I can\’t imagine not being able to enjoy the ocean freely. What really strikes me is how big of a choice this is that you Muslim women make. You could choose to go against your beliefs and swim and play in comfort, but your love for Allah has kept many women on the sidelines and the shore. I must say that I am happy that you have provided an alternative. Although some people will be ignorant and ridicule the style others will have an epiphany about how everyone is a human being, and everyone deserves the opportunity to participate in some beach time, regardless of if they wear a string bikini or burqini. p.s. My highschools girls basketball team used to play against a team from a Muslim school, and in our ignorance we used to laugh at their uniforms. I just want to throw my apology out to any young girl who has had to deal with that kind of stupidity. I commend you and encourage all young Muslim girls to be as brave and confident as those girls were. Don\’t ever let other peoples perceptions color your reality.

David USA

On losing and believing

The greatest fear of my life has been losing things and people– the familiar stuff, of  being abandoned, of being forsaken. But then life tests us against our those very fears, slaps us down with circumstances which test our patience, our strength, our ability to adjust, mould, re-mould ourselves. The minute you begin to re-adjust, the collage shifts again.

I was scared of losing loved ones; I lost them

I was sacred of losing friends; I lost them

I was scared of losing my mind; I lost it

I was sacred of losing my ‘self’; I found it when I lost my mind

I was sacred of being humiliated: I was – one too many times

I am scared of public speaking; and I am doing that exactly – every day

I am scared of losing my parents; and the fears and nightmares keep me awake many a nights

I am scared of losing my faith; I am losing it day by day and the struggle to stay firm is tearing my apart. This is the last thing that stands between me and the complete darkness. I don’t want to crossover as yet. I want to feel that life is good, there is hope and there is sunshine…. I want to slap my self silly remembering the events of last year, another ramzan, thinking that things were turning good, for trusting again, for taking a chance – for winning it all and losing even more; all the while life was mocking at me aloud. And yet I want to believe, I want to feel the sunshine on my face…. I don’t want to give up, there is still some fight left in me……and yet I want to rest for a while……

Strangers and Pathways

Familiar strangers cross your pathway yet again. Opening doors to echo, laughter, sadness – all the things that were, and those that couldn’t be. The stitches and strands of our lives – so colorful and yet so coarse, so loosely woven that they intertwine and ravel at the slightest provocation. A tale of hollow hearts and hollow minds, narrated aloud …..Our lives are destined to collide sooner or later…..

Social networking sites are amusing indeed. A friend added me and I discovered a cousin of mine in his network, whom I am not fond of at all. Relatives generally are hard to digest and tolerate, but this one in unbearable in particular bcz she spread rumors about me many many years back. However, things are getting even more interesting now to see my ex fiancé and her getting connected as two strangers on the net and trying to brew something unsuccessfully. This ought to be interesting…who would spill the beans, entice each other but when and how… I better grab some popcorn….the action is HEreeee….

The Search in Continuum towards the Unknown

I haven’t been updating because I was searching for some fond memories, some happy moments; so that I don’t end up winding and sounding my usual whiney self. I was celebrating or remembering or loathing the 1 year anniversary of the events of last year; feeling disappointed in not one but many grey areas of my life; sitting all by self many a times – not having anyone to talk to and not wanting either. Having bitten into life’s apple, it seemed bitter and sour to the core. Or maybe it were my aging and raging hormones. Stress triggers weird responses; my body reacted with an urge to binge… hence, I was eating and eating. The fast in between as usual felt hard to get through, not bcz of the urge to eat or drink but to sleep. But when the parents are taking turns in getting ill again and again, work is gathering, that’s hard to do. So I did what I could do best whenever I got the chance, I went out and ate and ate. And no I haven’t gain any weight as yet……

In continuum:

There are times when you really want to be left alone, so that you can bare through your emotional melt downs, the psychological and physical break ups alone – with some dignity (that life has usually denied you). But that doesn’t happen. Well meaning people – friends barge in, demand a reason for your sadness. Screw this face – that betrays every minuscule emotion, every pain, every ache. Hence, they start shooting off a gazillion inquiries about health, family, friends; every moment of their past few days’ interaction with you, trying to locate a possible reason for your sadness: “missing someone? Is it because we did this; is it because u saw so and so; is it because so and so is leaving? What is it? You have to brave, because things are going wrong in so and so’s life and so you are in a better off position, so you should be happy and thankful!” Does comparative analysis of your situation with everyone else’s situation really necessary – every time??? I don’t know. It doesn’t work for me, many times but not always. Because what I feel; I feel alone, I bear the burden alone. Just like others, who are bearing their separate crosses – heavier and lighter. Yet the struggle is alone – quintessentially alone. And finding a reason always for sadness, doesn’t really work. Making comparative analysis with others’ situations really doesn’t cut it – always? Because sadness, depression nad the blues always don’t have a reason; they are the seasons of the heart; and they are to be borne alone.  Sadness – Any Reason? Or Just a Season of the Heart? All reasons fade away; all seasons pass; if they don’t; at least this mortal body would, and then all wordly mortal pains would go away! One day – Some day