Sunday, June 29, 2008

Backbiting Leads to Fall From Grace

What would make stunningly beautiful supermodel Ruslana Korshunova leap off of her posh apartment's balcony on a sunny Saturday afternoon?

My guess is that there wasn't much of her soul left.

Here she is at the start of her career, on the cover of Russian Vogue, around the age of 17.

By the age 20, she had already been disected to pieces by the viewers in the world, who feast on the sweetness of others, and digest the details, then reguritate them up for others.

By clicking onto one message board, I saw 68 pages containing 1,354 postings since 2005. Persue the thoughts of those who like to chew the fat and you'll see how they thought about her hair, her face, her mouth, her braces, her legs...all of it was fodder for the masses.

It's sad.

Now, there's a new message board mourning her death.


I was looking at this recent picture of Ruslana, when my little guy woke up just now. He trudged out of the bedroom and plopped next to me on the couch.

I asked him, at not quite the age of three, if he thought she was pretty.

"She mad. Her face is mad."


He sees something. I wish the other people around her had seen it. Maybe they could have talked with her, instead of about her.


As Muslims, we know that backbiting is truly the cannibalism of our brothers and sisters. May all of us Muslimahs love our sweet sisters as ourselves and give them the understanding, appreciation, and forgiveness of their faults.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Loopy Life

There are people on the periphery of our lives. We don't really know them, but we know someone else who knows them. Ana Voog is one of those people for me.


We have one friend in common and every now and then I'd ask what was going on with Rachel, which is who she used to be.

It's somewhat simmilar to me having been known by another name.


As with any bright celestial being, you have to acknowledge the brilliance. She is a far-reaching thinker and doer. She truly does what others can't...and maybe shouldn't...but she doesn't care. I admire that ability not to care, as I've always cared too much.

"Teach us to care and not to care," as my mother keeps quoting from her Buddhist monk book.

She has always be doing something more interesting than me. She was the second camgirl in history. She has been showing herself 24/7 for years now.

Then there's her music. I like, "Telepathic You," and, "Spoons for Seven". You can download them for free on her site. If I were writing chronologically, music would be listed first. However, when you show yourself naked to the world on the web, you get known for that in order of importance.

But then, honestly, before the music or the webcam was the brilliance; the God-given brilliance.

Last night, I heard she had married. Good for her! As I admit my third divorce, I'll say alhumdulillah for anyone in love enough to venture into hoped-for bliss. May Allah grant her a peaceful union between two like-minded souls.

And then I learned that she has a baby girl and one on the way. Mashahallah. She is, at age 42, catching up to the rest of us breeders.

Lili shares her middle name of, "Zuzu," with the last dog I'll ever own. I love the name and only saved my daughter from the wackiness of it by getting the dog first.

Lili Zuzu has Down Syndrome. It was always my fear that I would be given this challenge, but I wasn't. I have three mashahallah healthy children. Why? Allahu Alim.
Alhumdulillah for all that is given.
All
that
is
given.
Our lives and the lives of those around us are interwoven into these intricate tapestries of yarnwork. Tangled, complicated patterns that take twisting and knotting and looping. Yes, life is pretty loopy. If you examine one little part of the whole, it doesn't make sense or even look good, but as a whole...as a whole, life is so gorgeous.

Friday, June 27, 2008

Time to Return

Bismallah a Rahman a Raheem~

There's a lot of "re" in my life: reverting, re-asessing, re-establishing, and finally returning, and possibly re-emerging.

Allah continues to bless me with an eventful life. I'm never bored. Only boring people say they are bored.

May Allah's plan for our lives bring us the challenges we need to get into Jennah.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

You Loved


I was in the fun of the day
I mean
The sun of the day
And you said you loved the son
But then I found you
You meant the sun

I misunderstood our play
Our drama
My drama
Baby mama drama

Singularly single
Though we intertwined our legs
Crab legs cracked open to reveal
Tender flesh protected deeply
I thought you loved me
But you only loved my flesh

I misunderstood our love
Turtle dove
Dove under the water
Minister’s daughter
Covered; undiscovered

Celebrated Fathers’ Day
Most unusually usual way
With no daddy, no wedding ring
Platters on the table loaded
As Platters sang a melody

I really f-ed up
F-ed you
You had fun
I had you