Posted by Nadia on Jan 15, 2013 in Musings | 0 comments

 
Stories. They’re everywhere. How do religions teach? Stories. What does music sing of? Stories. Why do those movies make us cry, laugh, or send a shiver up our back? It’s all because of the stories.
 
Today, I found myself replaying this trailer over and over again because of the way it made me feel.
 

Fear is a psychological barrier that inhibits and cripples you from acting. Most importantly, fear is a CHOICE. “Don’t misunderstand me,” danger is real, so be aware of it. There’s a right way and a wrong way to deal with fear. And if you succumb to it, don’t be afraid to try again. The wrong way to deal with fear is to deny it and push it back, because it will just trying coming back at you. The right way to deal with fear is to let it take its course, follow the sensation as it takes its course through your body. Once you understand how fear makes you feel, it’ll be easier to act despite its presence. Choose to make fear irrelevant.

This trailer shows that the place where fear thrives is in our origin. I find that to be true. There is a fear in finding our origin, more specifically, finding our purpose. We wonder why we have been given a chance, why we exist, and we question the point of our origin…

How’d this trailer make you feel?

Posted by Nadia on Jan 8, 2013 in Musings | 0 comments

 
There was a woman I saw the other day, an elderly woman. She had a smile on her face and her eyes were closed. A stroller was in front of her, probably that of her grandchild’s.
 
There’s this thing that happens when I look at people, especially old people. I spin the world around me and stand as if I exist in the same moment she’s living. With her same history. Same memories. Same hopes and dreams. I wonder what she wants out of life, if this moment is the moment she’s been waiting for. Or if she’s still waiting on something, maybe she’s given up. I wonder how I would be feeling if I were her. All this takes a few seconds before I zip back into my own body.
 
So, when this old lady crossed my eyes, I wondered who she was. Why was she alone? Where was her family? Why was she stuck babysitting? Why was she smiling? Why were her eyes closed?
 
I wondered what it would be like if I were her. When I’m an old lady and I’m smiling with my eyes closed with a stroller, why would I be doing that?
 
Why would you smile when you’re old? For me, it’d be because I’d had a great, epic life and I’m happy. I’m talking best-selling author, traveled around the world, teaching young kids how to build their own entrepreneurial empires proudly, illuminating as many hearts as I can, and showing the world through example what Islam is really about.
 
I’d be smiling with closed eyes because I had fresh baby ears awaiting the tale of my life story, so that one day she can be a part of my legacy and be a better version of human than I could ever be.
 

Why would you be smiling as the wrinkled version of yourself?

Posted by Nadia on Dec 14, 2012 in Musings | 4 comments

 
Reminiscing to my days in college, I had this peculiar rule on test days: I would always dress myself in feeling amazing. Other students, dressed in their pajamas of crusted mindsets and lazy eyes, asked about it. I used to say it favored me with extra “UMPH.”
 
And it’s true, because it does. What you don is what you deal to your mind. I waken grace and faith when I energize myself with the hijab (scarf) and gear myself with reign in a chic outfit.
 
Hijab gives me extra UMPH as a Muslim and my reigning outfits gives me extra UMPH as an entrepreneur.
 
When you dress the part, you become the part. In fact, taking this measure helped me land a new client.
 

So, anyone else detect this energy?