The Little Girl Heart

This city’s sky was a real mood tonight.

One of the things I cherish most about myself is how trusting I am. I think that’s rooted in what some identify as our inner child. Mine, she’s kind and trusting, generous, and overwhelmingly loving. Sometimes, due to the shittiness and injustice of this dunya, I wonder if she might be clinically demented.

Everywhere, we are surrounded by bad. By Muslim standards, we are surrounded by munafiqun, and fasiqun, while generally in the world, we are surrounded by people who do evil. And that’s the literal word – evil.

My little girl heart, she struggles. She struggles because evil done to her sits like poison in her blood, coursing through her body. So I’ve had to re-educate her this year about how to be more discerning, without losing her softness. In fact, while only increasing it.

What I can tell you is that it’s working. alhamduliLah, it’s working.

It ain’t easy, but it’s working.

Today, I am grateful for:
1. Having a good heart.
2. Joan at the Q. Thank you for your kindness and care; you do make a difference.
3. Having clean sheets on which to sleep every night.

Ottawa | Day 255 | August 12, 2019

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