Ayeshah Rose Reclaimed

The religion of love that doesn't allow you to fall in love...not unless you're married first. But how can you fall in love with somebody you don't know? Once you're married that's it. There's no turning back from this man/woman and the journey you're about to embark upon together. It should be a beautiful thing right? Not this clinical thing that people hasten to prepare. Why shouldn't we be allowed to know love and fall completely in to that person before we decide to marry them? Marriage is a life long commitment is it not? Why should we rush it? Why shouldn't we wait and be sure it's absolutely right before jumping the broom? I was born and bred in this deen and I know it is a religion of peace and love but I just don't get this concept. I'm sorry. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Wedge heel trainers: yay or nay? I use to have a pair myself, way back when and I remember thinking they were some of the sexiest foot wear I owned. Comfortable, trendy, casual and stylish but is there a place for these now? I'm not entirely sure, especially if they look anything like the ones in the photo above. Trainers should be trainers and wedges should be wedges and never should the two meet....unless they look like these: Now these look nice. They're neat, clean and classy. I could definitely work with these. Will I be getting myself a pair? I doubt it but I will never say never. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

What would you say are the personality traits of a black person? Loud? Abrupt? Feisty? Rude? All of which are negative's but what positive words would you use to describe a black person? Can you think of any? Probably not. I have been called a coconut because I do not hold any of the above typical traits but you know what, that doesn't phase me. I'd rather be called a coconut then known as someone who holds any of those traits. Today I went as far as to say: "I was raised right, that's why I don't behave like that" but should I really say that? Is it a parents fault if their child turns out this way because trust me, being any of the above is NOT something to be proud of. Unfortunately black people seem to think it is and are quite happy to laugh at any other black person who doesn't behave in that way. Growing up I spent most of my time with Asian people and this was probably due to the fact that I am Muslim. Many would say I am how I am because of th...

I've never understood overly religious people. I'm not saying its a bad thing to be religious of course I'm not but what I don't understand is why these people seem to think it is their RIGHT to look down their noses and judge other people. As far as I know the only one who can judge us at the end of the day is God, so when did it become acceptable for any Tom, Dick and Harry to start passing judgement on others? What people fail to realise is that we are not judged on our physical as such but by our intentions, our spiritual self and our hearts. You may look at a person and not believe they are necessarily religious based on how they are dressed but what do you know of that persons heart? You know nothing. This person could be the type who devotes all of their time to helping their sick grand parents, or doing things for the poor in their community. These are acts of kindness, acts of a person with a compassionate heart. A good heart. You don't need to ram your bel...

For the last 4 years I have worked for charities.  I've helped the aged, supported change for those suffering with autism and I'm currently working for an emergency aid organisation.  I enjoy working for charities, I love that feeling of knowing I'm making a difference to somebodies life but I've never been the type to really sit and think about the causes I've helped to support. Until now. I read a blog post today, written by one of our field nurses.  This post moved me to tears and it's not the first time I've felt emotional in my new role.  This time it was different though.  The surge of emotions I felt, I've not felt like that ever before.  I felt anger that a person had to endure this horror.  I felt sad for the loss to the family I was reading about.  I felt proud of the medical staff who are working so hard across the world to make the smallest difference in these peoples lives and then I felt disgust; disgust towards all of us living ...