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Flying without wings. | organised chaos
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Ramblings from a mind where orderly pandemonium rules. 7 February, 2015 in Uncategorized. Esther asked me: if you knew you had a month left before you had to move to North Korea, what would you do? 8220;Belajar naik kuda.”. 8220;So do it.”. Alarm bells are ringing. Hush, let’s talk this way. 8220;Some people dream in colour, I feel in colour. 8220;I pray that these claims of love will one day be true.”. Every name, a life. And maybe something else. Comments feed for this article. Enter your comment here.
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Smash that wall. | organised chaos
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Ramblings from a mind where orderly pandemonium rules. 15 August, 2014 in Uncategorized. I sit here shaking, breathless. I had been putting off something important for a long while now. If it concerned and affected me and only me, then any adverse consequence of my actions would be mine to face alone. I will be away for the next few days or so, and thought about the possibility of dying mid-travel without fulfilling those rights. What answer would I have for Allah SWT? I right back from Him in the form o...
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“I pray that these claims of love will one day be true.” | organised chaos
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Ramblings from a mind where orderly pandemonium rules. 8220;I pray that these claims of love will one day be true.”. 19 September, 2014 in Uncategorized. I remember those daily 80km drives to work and back like it was just yesterday, and I remember the days when I would put this on in the mornings and join right in. Alarm bells are ringing. Hush, let’s talk this way. 8220;Some people dream in colour, I feel in colour. 8220;I pray that these claims of love will one day be true.”. Every name, a life.
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From one of our Sunday sessions. | organised chaos
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Ramblings from a mind where orderly pandemonium rules. From one of our Sunday sessions. 8 July, 2014 in Uncategorized. L : Is it bad if you remember your deeds? L : It’s human nature. But if you can remember your deeds, that means it’s quantifiable. L : If you can count them, it means you can still do a lot more. L : Balance it out by remembering your sins. This is why I love my siblings. Alarm bells are ringing. Hush, let’s talk this way. 8220;Some people dream in colour, I feel in colour.
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March | 2015 | organised chaos
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Ramblings from a mind where orderly pandemonium rules. You are currently browsing the monthly archive for March 2015. 14 March, 2015 in Uncategorized. In your eagerness to detach yourself from dunya,. And forgot what it was to feel. You tell yourself to tread lightly,. In a world of temporaries,. But forgot that life could still be lived deeply. You distance yourself from yourself,. Hold yourself away at an arm’s length,. Mistaking indifference for strength,. And so time and again,. Blunt your edges,.
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“Some people dream in colour, I feel in colour.. | organised chaos
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Ramblings from a mind where orderly pandemonium rules. 8220;Some people dream in colour, I feel in colour. 12 October, 2014 in Uncategorized. Strong tones that I hue down for the comfort of the pastelly-inclined.”. 8211; Jeanette Winterson. There are days when I’m not able to communicate feelings in words. If I had to tell you how I’m doing, then at this moment in time, this looks about right:. I feel like I’m finally getting the hang of adjusting and settling into myself. Alarm bells are ringing.
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one little word | organised chaos
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Ramblings from a mind where orderly pandemonium rules. 30 November, 2014 in Uncategorized. Tags: and maybe something else. I have, on occasion, wondered. What it would be like. With eyes wide open (or shut). And a slight shrug of the shoulders. Alarm bells are ringing. Hush, let’s talk this way. 8220;Some people dream in colour, I feel in colour. 8220;I pray that these claims of love will one day be true.”. Every name, a life. And maybe something else. Comments feed for this article.
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Hush, let’s talk this way. | organised chaos
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Ramblings from a mind where orderly pandemonium rules. Hush, let’s talk this way. 18 November, 2014 in Uncategorized. I look at the books by my bed. A Victorian comedy/drama piece by Elizabeth Gaskell about spinsters in a small English community, on top of a sci-fi satirical book (it calls itself Part 6 of 3) about aliens, time travel and space travel. I look at the CDs on my passenger seat. Imam Nawawi’s 40 Hadith Commentary by Shaykh Abdul Aziz Fredericks, on top of Haim and The XX. Every name, a life.
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Relevant. | organised chaos
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Ramblings from a mind where orderly pandemonium rules. 13 October, 2014 in Uncategorized. This, together with Episode 1, is one of my favourites so far. Such an important question, with answers that are both honest and relatable. I watched this with Ummi again this morning, and she doesn’t know it, but out of all the people interviewed, she pointed out two of them that talked about my own personal struggles. Alarm bells are ringing. Hush, let’s talk this way. Every name, a life. And maybe something else.
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Turning away. | organised chaos
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Ramblings from a mind where orderly pandemonium rules. 14 March, 2015 in Uncategorized. In your eagerness to detach yourself from dunya,. And forgot what it was to feel. You tell yourself to tread lightly,. In a world of temporaries,. But forgot that life could still be lived deeply. You distance yourself from yourself,. Hold yourself away at an arm’s length,. Mistaking indifference for strength,. And so time and again,. In the face of each and every crushing disappointment,. You take a deep breath,.
