Fashionoid

I have been in a kind of holiday these past couple of months; holiday in terms of, I have all the time in the world, but I'm lack of one thing, and it is kind of hard to define what I am lack off therein. Hear me out; I am in need of a vacation but hey, I am going to Italy just as I have passed next week. That one is checked  ✓

Now, I want to spend some money buying things I want, but then, since I don't really feel like I should take my money out from the bank just so that I will have to finish my loan with the bank, first, and hence my future is VERY certain. I have quite a money in the bank, and taking them out doesn't sound so responsible of me, don't you think so? And hence, I took this opportunity to declare myself as someone who is seriously in need of a fix; like a cleansing of soul. Now, when I embark on this kind of opportunity, I am led to a path of luxurious doesn't even exist! But if you were to compare luxury and what my path is all about, you will surely NEVER said, luxury is better. Here is my path; Big houses, small houses, big cars, ferrari of this version, ferrari of that version, lamborghini, maserati, anything luxurious, is just a thought away. In Islam, we would say by now, Alhamdulillah. Being led to this path, I am with a crown and that is the crown of a daughter; given by my own mother. And seeing through the glass of the crown, there is a reflection of something that I once am afraid over it so much; and that is Hope. Back then, hope sounds so heavy. I can't bear myself thinking about needing to hope over something without pricking myself up. Hope that I once knew, is as heavy as one would carry the whole earth. The part where another sigh leads to another water in the hump. I am human after all, am I not? But through the glass of my crown, which is the crown of a Daughter, I saw my mother's hope. And unlike every other hope in the world, the hope of my mother is very relevant yet very fairytale-like; light and fun and most of it all, happy. Yes, this path of where I am currently at, won't shy to say, I am done with being something that I don't know where it is heading in the sense of my God. Hence, I am out from being busy for something that won't draw the rainbows together with the rest of the earthlings, for our future children. I couldn't bear to have our children being drawn upon to their own selves, a writing so ungodly, such as something that doesn't include God Himself for them to be living the life for. After all, it is Him that, at the end of the day, will be the only one left therein, to be beneficial to be seeked for help.

"Oh God, please protect my children from anything that will harm them"

                                                                                                     -A mother's hope-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now, I am being pulled closer to my mother as I am entering thirty years old. And as for the closer I am to my mother now, I have come to the fact that I am only nineteen, and will be forever at that age. I will be married at this age, with this realm and fact, too. This is a mother's wish; a wish so real, like a fairytale. It goes hand in hand with every hope of a daughter, which is to have their mother, forever in their arms; fairtales push our thoughts on getting old. And, come to think about it, one will only gets old when there has been something so bad, happened. Like, a killing of a child, meaning, a killing of an angel, that is supposed to wrap a human's body for life. You could now, be defining your angel, and hence, defining your own God too. Will they age? What is a human body is for, then? I will tell you; human's body is to wrap the angel that was supposed to take care of us. It is more, to giving the essence of non-godly side of angels, to angels. If angels are all supreme and Godly, what is the used of the essence of human, to them? Why? The answer will leads to why are we here, on earth? Ask yourself. I got my answer, and I am at my path of making magic really happen. Like, you can say now, I am team Peter Pan!

 

In Islam, the act of moving out from God, and hence, being lost without Him, is the act of moving away from yourself. Moving away from yourself is like hurting yourself or doing something unloving to yourself. That is why, in Islam, getting drunk or being high over drugs are considered to be sinful acts. Like angels, they are solely for God. And hence in Islam, when you are not doing something angelic, it is like moving away from Allah. And in the letters of Arabic, the starting letter is call Alif(ا ), with the pronunciation being and 'A' as how you look at it i.e. open your mouth like how the capital 'a' looks like. Yes, it is with the driving force of a 'h' at the end which will makes you know how to pronounce the A(ا); Ah; now pronounce it, and you got the pronunciation. And the letter after A(ا) in Arabic is Ba(ب). Meaning, the act of moving away from Allah, there will be 'Ba' catching you, still, whenever you are lost. And that will be the only lost a muslim will ever be at. And moving away from 'Ba', you will meet Ta(ت). It is not a 'tata' if you can hear what God is speaking unto you; the 'Ba' which catches a fall, will be the greatest amplifier for God's word to you. And hence, through that light, a 'Ta' is not a 'tata'. It is, exactly a letter to say to you 'come back'. So, if you wonder whether someone has ever be lost so badly until they manage to go to the end of the Arabic letter, trust me, never. They are only ashtrayed up to 'Ba' and be in the greatest depth of where they are lost at. 

 

This 'Ba', I have it in my family. It is how I called my dad; Babah. It it twice and end with the letter 'h'.

"BABAH is my dad!"

You know, there is a sad saying about dad all over the world. It is said that, you will never know the true meaning of you dad, untill you lost him. And hence, it is concluded that all dad in the world-- their duty is to catch you in every unhappiness you felt, without you could even touch the end of their act of doing so. Before you lose you dad, you better be real; be fairtale-like! Because real in the human world, consist of death! And hence, you got to take fairtales as the new reality! And hence, that is the reality of 'Babah'; the ones that catch every fall, no matter how shallow the depth of the sorrow is.

"God is great"

All of this talking, leads to  me acting like human for my angels and a daughter for my mother and father. To their hopes and their glory shall my feet step on earth and hence, become. I won't want anything more. Here is to magic!

 

Currently listening to Neko Case-'Fox Confessor Brings The Flood' 😏

 

 

XOXO,

Fashionoid

 

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Neko Case has a very briliant album which is called 'Fox Confessor Brings The Flood'. It is thoughts that in the midst of sorrow, there is confusion that leads to hope, and hence, lights. 'I wish I was the moon' really gets you connected to the one real source; God. I am swifting away now! <3