Moving in, The Sunnah way

Moving in can be a daunting occasion for anyone of us, I’d say it’s because we’re naturally opposed to change, but that would be exaggerating. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Here are a few tips.

Take a familiar scent with you, it can be a spray, spray it everywhere. You’ll feel at home much sooner, or should I say sunnah ๐Ÿ™‚

Try to put as much stuff as you can on the floor. (Once you’ve cleaned it of course) ๐Ÿ˜‰ it’ll make you feel like a kid again, sure, but its all part of the process of getting stuck in.

Last but not least, take your time. Don’t rush yourself. Moving in can be scary or not scary depending on how you ‘approach it’ like most things in life. Maybe say a prayer, make, yourself at home, for at least three days, because wherever it is will be your home for a while. ๐Ÿ™‚

So get started, the sunnah, the better.

I need to get married, fast!

I really need to get married.

I mean I’m still young, I definitely find men attractive, and can unfortunately feel myself slipping into sin. I really need to get married really soon.

To the extent that any Muslim will do really, its gotten to the point where I’m walking around with a wedding ring on my finger, and telling any boy who approaches me, No ring?… NO WAY!!!! (check out my campaign ๐Ÿ™‚ )

But in all seriousness, God please send me a good hubby please?

I mean I’m actually quite neurotic, I’ve actually convinced myself that I’m dying. I mean fair enough I’ve not been able to keep anything down for over 24 hours, but dying really? Like I’ve actually just started asking random people to pray I go to jannah (paradise) and that all my sins will dissappear with the end of this ilness.

So yeah, I think if I had a good husband, he’d convince me I wasn’t dying, I’d believe him, because he would probably have come to my house to convince me rather than trying to convince me over the phone, and then he could give me a bath, a nice hot bath.

Do I sound crazy? I feel it. All today I’ve been drinking orange juice, and have managed to eat a tiny tiny tiny corner of a dry loaf of bread, pretty dehydrated from yesterday, forced myself onto the train, so that if I do collapse then at least I’ll be around humans who might (if they can be bothered) call the ambulance if I fell down in there midst.


Its pathetic but my Creator understands my needs, so hopefully he’ll send some really awesome, hot, funny Muslim guy along ๐Ÿ™‚

Pray for me ย people ๐Ÿ™‚