Born Confused

Tis halal, excessive nutella gives me a stomachache but loving the sweet through the love of Allah leaves me wanting more. As I convert primal and instinctual urges into something more to oppress the forbidden inside. A flame dies down as smooth chocolate moves in the cheeks, swirling in a swollen mouth of happiness, ready to burst with a blessed curse.
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I_like_MSA: astaghfirullah, stop being online
its haram
me: haha
salaam alykum mullah saab
I_like_MSA: valaykum salaam
sub teek tak?
me: how is the rice in your beard today?
yellow yet?
I_like_MSA: bus, allah tallah ne humko bahot he diya
me: oye I thought for a sec you went on a lotta break saab
I_like_MSA: hahaha
i once went to a MYNA camp
and, there was no lota
so we went and bought one
and carried it in on our shoulders
for like…15 guys
there was 1 lota
just thought i should paint that picture for you
me: O_O
I like art
LOLz
I_like_MSA: no need to thank me
me: mashAllah
I_like_MSA: when we were done, we’d just slide it under the stall walls, over to whoever else needed to use it
me: HAHA “muhammad did you bring your mom’s wipes?”
“ya Ahmed–you brought it eh?”
no wonder you tell me to grow up from MYNA to MSA–they probably have bigger lottas
I_like_MSA: much bigger
and cuz MSA is tight
and MYNA is….ok
me: so what if I went to VCU just to bother you?
I_like_MSA: don’t come to VCU, its a crappy school
what school do u go to?
me: Smith College
I_like_MSA: hm, sounds bourgeois
me: haha it is
but upscale rich hippys who don’t care much for men and focus on school work with an intensity unknown to mankind
ya3ni the ones that go to Africa and China and look good without makeup
I_like_MSA: oh
thats cool?
i don’t really wear makeup
me: oh that explains it ;)
I_like_MSA: hahaha
yes,
its all natural
i’m blessed
me: mashAllah–I have no fortune my hair never grew so to cover my bald spot I wore hijab
I_like_MSA: lol
me: why are you laughing
I am serious
I_like_MSA: well, i s’pose that makes haircuts easier
actually
if ur bald
do u even need to wear a hijab?!
me: umm I shall analyze the niqabis uncovered faces more closely and let you know

*title: inside joke*

I made him smile I made him laugh remember his warm eyes alight when he looked upon me with insight, persistence and deeply and my heart went aglow ever so slow until I left the scene and realized infatuation’s skeem had taken something from my heart, and a sweetness none too tart–damn it I thought I was smart.

Dear Brother Iyad:

Assalam Alaikum Wa Rahmatullah Wa Barakatu.

Jazak Allah Khair for your support of Ilana and following through on re-sending the recommendation letter. I know you are so busy. When we choose positions to serve our community, we have chosen a path that takes our full attention, time and efforts. May Allah grant you the strength and energy to fulfill all that you hope to accomplish.

And, of course, being a mother, I can never help but to give advice. Now, Ilana forwarded me the e-mail you sent out about the training weekend. I see that you expect Ilana to prepare food for others and, which is far more dangerous, you even ask for recipes. Take my advice, and restrict her to serving and clean up. having been the victim of her scrambled eggs cooked in both butter and oil, and the tortured soul of her icee drink that included a full box of strawberries, 2 bananas, and a half jar of peanut butter, I pass onto to you the wisdom of my worn spirit.

But, knowing the adventurous and fool hearty spirit of youth, you will probably allow her to be head chef, just so you can have a truly unique experience.

A loving mother,
Umm Ilana