Salam!
(Hi Fatiha!)
I am so sorry for not updating frequently. So sorry. :S
Well, School is starting for me and I am thinking of all those mornings when I will sit in front of my wadrobe and think of what to wear. Here's one set that I created.
For many of us, donning a very bright pants is horrifying. But I say, why not try? A pajama suit is what I call when one look so effortless in t-shirt and jeans. I think we all should try a pajama suit. Not just that it is easy, now, people won't complain about the time we spent in front of the mirror. :D
For all those who's schooling, get a lot of pants and tops in your wardrobe. And a lot of those shawls. Play with colours. Have fun!
Love,
Nabilah.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Along for the ride.
Salam!
I am so sorry for the lack of posts. I have been offered a job just recently. So I go there so much early and knock off so late thus no time for posts. I'll make it once a week thinggy okay?
Alright. Remember the time I said I'll show you my maxi dresses? Here's one of them. (:
See how we paired it with a long-sleeve tee and a hijab just like that? That's how it usually is in Singapore. With lots and lots of bangles, a tote and a killer heels or just a ballerina pumps.
Let's get on with things. Outerwear are supposed to be fun and casual but in this hot, sunny heat, it gets a litte more troublesome. Especially the chunky kinds wit a lot ofaccesories like chains and brooches. So, what I suggest is to get a pseudo material. Like denim, get one that is thinner and lighter. Cotton is always te best though when you sweat it just looked like you swam in a pond or a swimming pool.
Basically, choose anything that is comfortable. Style mightbe it but comfortability is the key to everything. Work it, girls.
Love, Nabilah.
I am so sorry for the lack of posts. I have been offered a job just recently. So I go there so much early and knock off so late thus no time for posts. I'll make it once a week thinggy okay?
Alright. Remember the time I said I'll show you my maxi dresses? Here's one of them. (:
See how we paired it with a long-sleeve tee and a hijab just like that? That's how it usually is in Singapore. With lots and lots of bangles, a tote and a killer heels or just a ballerina pumps.
Let's get on with things. Outerwear are supposed to be fun and casual but in this hot, sunny heat, it gets a litte more troublesome. Especially the chunky kinds wit a lot ofaccesories like chains and brooches. So, what I suggest is to get a pseudo material. Like denim, get one that is thinner and lighter. Cotton is always te best though when you sweat it just looked like you swam in a pond or a swimming pool.
Basically, choose anything that is comfortable. Style mightbe it but comfortability is the key to everything. Work it, girls.
Love, Nabilah.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Love,
Salam!
I am sorry for the lack of posts. I have been busy. I am so sorry. But here's an article I found on iluvislam.com and I hope that you guys can take benefit from it.
I sat in the car that night, after the blessed day of Eid, and watched you while my heart tore to shreds. You were so pretty, so confident, so relaxed as you strolled across the street while your "boyfriend" casually rested his arm on your shoulder. How I longed to get out of the car, take anything I could get my hands on, and cover you with it, that I might conceal some of what you deemed prudent to reveal and save you from being the object of lustful gazes.
Sure, your jeans fitted well, like a second skin, and your bare shoulders glistened beneath the street lights. No doubt, the effect you had aimed to achieve had been realized, but was Allah pleased with the effect you produced?
That "look" that you spend such a lot of time cultivating — tell me, what will be its end? All of us at last will enter a dark and lonely earth-filled grave, where your body that you spent so much time trying to perfect for the eyes of others will be food for the worms and ants.
The music that blared from the speakers of the car that you had emerged from shook the very earth beneath me, but undoubtedly an earthquake from Allah would have shook the ground even more. Where would that have left us, my dearest sister? Are you ready to meet your Lord?
And then the Adhan rang out. Not one of your friends switched off their thumping music. The call, sent to us by Allah since the time of His blessed Prophet, fell on deaf ears that were accustomed to the voice of Shaytan alone.
And I cried as I thought of our Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah upon him) wandering the streets of Ta'if, calling towards the Oneness of God, towards a path that you have been blessed with, without any effort on your part. I cried as I pictured the stones from street urchins hitting his blessed body. Could you imagine yourself to be one of those who cast stones at the beloved of Allah and said to him, "Your way is not for me. Go, for I am at peace with what I have found. My desires reign supreme." Could it be that you are thinking like them — those who drew blood from his blessed body and caused his shoes to stick to his feet because of the excessive blood flowing into them?
I had to stifle the urge to get out of the car, stand in the middle of the street, and shout at all of you to stop! For Allah's sake — stop! My dearest sister, I love you. More than anything, I desire success for you. And what is success? Is it attracting the glance of men who desire you for nothing more than your body? Is it going out and having a "good time"? I would never want to see you suffer. But time has taught me that the path you are on is a slippery one that leads to nothing more than misery.
Once upon a time, I too believed that there was nothing more to life than having "fun." I too reveled in male attention that gave me a sense of self-worth — until I found purpose.
"What is purpose?" you ask. One word — Allah and following His way. That means leading a life filled with service to mankind and spreading goodness. No amount of male attention is going to fill that emptiness, the void left by not having Allah in your life.
I will pray for you and keep hoping that we will someday be friends in Paradise. Ameen. Until then, I'm ready to help you in any way. I am your sister in Islam.
Fi Amanillah.
I am sorry for the lack of posts. I have been busy. I am so sorry. But here's an article I found on iluvislam.com and I hope that you guys can take benefit from it.
I sat in the car that night, after the blessed day of Eid, and watched you while my heart tore to shreds. You were so pretty, so confident, so relaxed as you strolled across the street while your "boyfriend" casually rested his arm on your shoulder. How I longed to get out of the car, take anything I could get my hands on, and cover you with it, that I might conceal some of what you deemed prudent to reveal and save you from being the object of lustful gazes.
Sure, your jeans fitted well, like a second skin, and your bare shoulders glistened beneath the street lights. No doubt, the effect you had aimed to achieve had been realized, but was Allah pleased with the effect you produced?
That "look" that you spend such a lot of time cultivating — tell me, what will be its end? All of us at last will enter a dark and lonely earth-filled grave, where your body that you spent so much time trying to perfect for the eyes of others will be food for the worms and ants.
The music that blared from the speakers of the car that you had emerged from shook the very earth beneath me, but undoubtedly an earthquake from Allah would have shook the ground even more. Where would that have left us, my dearest sister? Are you ready to meet your Lord?
And then the Adhan rang out. Not one of your friends switched off their thumping music. The call, sent to us by Allah since the time of His blessed Prophet, fell on deaf ears that were accustomed to the voice of Shaytan alone.
And I cried as I thought of our Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah upon him) wandering the streets of Ta'if, calling towards the Oneness of God, towards a path that you have been blessed with, without any effort on your part. I cried as I pictured the stones from street urchins hitting his blessed body. Could you imagine yourself to be one of those who cast stones at the beloved of Allah and said to him, "Your way is not for me. Go, for I am at peace with what I have found. My desires reign supreme." Could it be that you are thinking like them — those who drew blood from his blessed body and caused his shoes to stick to his feet because of the excessive blood flowing into them?
I had to stifle the urge to get out of the car, stand in the middle of the street, and shout at all of you to stop! For Allah's sake — stop! My dearest sister, I love you. More than anything, I desire success for you. And what is success? Is it attracting the glance of men who desire you for nothing more than your body? Is it going out and having a "good time"? I would never want to see you suffer. But time has taught me that the path you are on is a slippery one that leads to nothing more than misery.
Once upon a time, I too believed that there was nothing more to life than having "fun." I too reveled in male attention that gave me a sense of self-worth — until I found purpose.
"What is purpose?" you ask. One word — Allah and following His way. That means leading a life filled with service to mankind and spreading goodness. No amount of male attention is going to fill that emptiness, the void left by not having Allah in your life.
I will pray for you and keep hoping that we will someday be friends in Paradise. Ameen. Until then, I'm ready to help you in any way. I am your sister in Islam.
Fi Amanillah.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
shoe shine shoe blind
Salam.
(Hi Aisha!)
Today, I am going to talk about something that might just make girls giggle. Girls like me I suppose. Hehh. It's part of fashion. Some might just make a pass for it but to me it's important all the same.
To others, they're just shoes. To some of us, they're gladiator sandals, stilletos, killer heels, platforms, studded or jeweled flats, ballerina flats, sneakers and the list goes on and on. I tell you, it really is a powerful tool. You'll feel fabulous even on Fat Days with shoes. They can't go wrong can they?
Shoes come from a long long way. From just to protect your feet from harm to making a fashion statement, shoes has its own history just like any other. But here's some tips that might just be a tad useful. :D
If the shoe doesn't fit, don't buy it. It won't stretch enough to be comfortable and goodness knows, your feet will never shrink. Make sure you follow these guidelines:
- There should be about 1/2" between the tip of your biggest toe and the end of the shoe.
- Stand up when being fitted because feet are longer when you're standing.
- Buy shoes at the end of the day when feet are largest.
- Measure both of your feet - they may not be the same size. (I personaly have this problem)
Shoes had proven that sometimes, you have to hurt to gain. But really, corns, bunions, hammer toes, shortened calf muscles and ingrown toenails don't sound like "must-haves". The 'ideal shoes' one would suggest is a one and a half to two inch heels.
Though sticking to flats all the way won't work for the heels too. Too much pressure for a four hour shopping spree will tire your pretty heels. Alternate between heels and flats. The more reason do you need to shop for shoes, right? (: Always a good reason.
Love, Nabilah.
(Hi Aisha!)
Today, I am going to talk about something that might just make girls giggle. Girls like me I suppose. Hehh. It's part of fashion. Some might just make a pass for it but to me it's important all the same.
To others, they're just shoes. To some of us, they're gladiator sandals, stilletos, killer heels, platforms, studded or jeweled flats, ballerina flats, sneakers and the list goes on and on. I tell you, it really is a powerful tool. You'll feel fabulous even on Fat Days with shoes. They can't go wrong can they?
Shoes come from a long long way. From just to protect your feet from harm to making a fashion statement, shoes has its own history just like any other. But here's some tips that might just be a tad useful. :D
If the shoe doesn't fit, don't buy it. It won't stretch enough to be comfortable and goodness knows, your feet will never shrink. Make sure you follow these guidelines:
- There should be about 1/2" between the tip of your biggest toe and the end of the shoe.
- Stand up when being fitted because feet are longer when you're standing.
- Buy shoes at the end of the day when feet are largest.
- Measure both of your feet - they may not be the same size. (I personaly have this problem)
Shoes had proven that sometimes, you have to hurt to gain. But really, corns, bunions, hammer toes, shortened calf muscles and ingrown toenails don't sound like "must-haves". The 'ideal shoes' one would suggest is a one and a half to two inch heels.
Though sticking to flats all the way won't work for the heels too. Too much pressure for a four hour shopping spree will tire your pretty heels. Alternate between heels and flats. The more reason do you need to shop for shoes, right? (: Always a good reason.
Love, Nabilah.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
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