Miss A's Blog

Just a muslim woman trying to make some sense out of this world. This is my creative outlet, and my place to let out frustration, and emotion.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Alhamdulilah, A Nikkah

Alhamdulilah, yesterday was a beautiful day, well not the weather so much. It shined from the inside out. My friend got married yesterday, may Allah bless them in their marriage and keep them happy.

She looked so beautiful, glowing with happiness. I watched as she interacted with her husband-to-be at dinner. It was perfect. The way they talked to one another, the way they glanced at each other, and the way he took care of things. MashaAllah she couldn't ask for a better match, and of course, neither could he. When the nikkah was performed there was only room for the shiekh, witnesses, bride's parents, bride and groom. We did stand outside the office and listen in though. My eyes started to get wet, I was overjoyed.

It has been a long road for my friend, she has been patient, and full of faith. Allah has provided her with a good man. I pray for a happy, peaceful marriage. May Allah make it so.

Monday, August 27, 2007


My template crapped out on me!!!!!!! Now I've got to find another one. This isn't an easy process. Why can't I find any really cool ones. Grrrrrrrrr.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

A Consumer Opinion

My mom recently had a Daisy Blue Naturals party at her house. It's something along the lines of Tupperware or Partylite parties, but it is personal and home products made of all natural ingredients. My mom has used the laundry soap and likes it. I of course being VERY picky about the way my clothes feel (I'm a fabric softener freak) had to feel my mom's clothes before deciding to order it. Her clothes didn't feel scrapy or static clingy. Today I did laundry and used nothing but my Daisy Blue Naturals "Daisy Breeze" laundry soap.

My mom didn't use anything but the soap and her laundry turned out okay, but mine had a hint of static to it. Overall not a bad product, the laundry smelled fresh, and wasn't too scrapy. Plus you only use one ounce per load, not bad!

Saturday, August 25, 2007

A Very Astute Observation

She was right, beets DO taste like dirt. Not the pickled ones, just the regular ones. Dirt.

It's a wonder that people like them. It's even more of a wonder that I would enjoy an entire can of them after knowing they taste like dirt.


Thursday, August 23, 2007

The Countdown Is On

This will probably only make sense to one other person, but there's only 5 days left and I'm super excited!

Only 5 more days!

Rare Form

I was in rare form today. Like I said at work, "I've got pep in my step". I was in a nutty good mood. My group leader asked if I was on something (jokingly, of course). I asked if she wanted me to be in a bad mood instead. I got a hug, and a "No, I love when you're in a good mood!" So I was silly all day, and did some funny voices. I got asked if I thought there could ever be a female muslim stand-up comic. Probably not, but they thought I'd be a good candidate.

After work Kelly and I went to the Mall of America. We just walked around and browsed for a couple of hours. Then we went to the site of the bridge collapse. I didn't think I would ever go over there, but we decided to see. There isn't much you can see, but it's enough, it's real. That was our somber moment of the day. We had to drive back to work because we left my car there. Kelly was in a predicament of needing to use the restroom. I was told to keep quiet and not make her laugh. I tried so hard not to.... it didn't matter what I said, she laughed and tortured herself. Then that got me laughing. It's true ya know, laughter IS conatagious.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Feast Or Famine

For the last month we've been working tons of overtime at work.

And now?......

Nothing. We have hardly any work. So I took 3 hours of vacay and hit the road!

Sweet relaxation.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Don't You Just Love It....

when there is a summer day that's finally cool enough to turn off the AC, open the windows, and let the fresh air emanate throughout your house? It's kind of rainy, the perfect day for curling up and reading a good book. Which is just fine by me since I have this darn cold. Now if I just had some really delicious chicken noodle soup... mmmmmmm.

Monday, August 13, 2007


I secretly rejoice while my sister cries her eyes out. The boyfriend was given his sentence today. It wasn't 8 months of rehabilitaition for alcoholism as previously thought. It's 9 months in the workhouse then 8 months of rehab. Almost a year and a half. How can I be sad? She has been with him for the past 6 years. I think the only reason she stays is that she doesn't think she can do better. She can. Sure she's fried some brain cells, but she's still extremely intelligent. She has to work on her self-esteem. I hope while he's away she can improve herself. InshaAllah.

Sunday, August 12, 2007


I never claimed to be the smartest person in the world. I locked myself out of my computer completely. I made a password for windows. I forgot the password for windows. I had to call Dell support to get me back into my computer. Imagine how foolish I felt explaining my problem to tech support.


Divers are making progress in the 35W bridge collapse recovery of victims. They finally found and identified the remains of the 23 year old sister who was missing and her 2 year old girl. I hope that with this discovery the family can continue with their grieving process. When they talked about this sister on the news is when I would start to cry. I can't help but think of her husband, and his grief. It's not that I don't feel sad for the other families who lost their loved ones. I just think of how the sister was 5 months pregnant. I think of how that brother lost his wife and 2 children that day. I think of how the news doesn't really mention her husband, but usually the grief of her father. He is probably too devastated to talk. How do you start over? How do you try to build a life again?

Allah knows best. I pray that Allah helps that family through this time.

Surviving Living With Your Sister: 101

It's been two weeks since my sister moved in. It's really not that difficult to get along with her. It really helps that she's not doing drugs. It really helps that she works alot of hours (also that she's working in the first place). She contributes to rent (alhamdulilah), and is helpful with keeping the apartment neat. She doesn't clean quite to my standard, but I ignore it. She's trying; she's being helpful. She's a completely different person when she's not on drugs. We don't fight, we laugh and joke, we are more like sisters should be. Oh, it also helps that her worst influence (the boyfriend) is in jail, probably for the next year. I don't completely trust her of course, but at least I'm surviving.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Some Days Are Just That Way

I was happy to get a little extra sleep this morning. I still woke up "grunty" though. You know what I'm talking about, right? When you just kind of grunt to yourself about everything, like a caveman. I wasn't looking forward to my doctor's appointment (am I ever?). For some reason as I was getting my shoes on to leave, the Mister Rogers song popped in my head. "It's such a good feeling to know you're alive...." Where did that come from? My brain is so random, and I certainly wasn't feeling in that spirit this morning. Ugh! Fred Rogers stay out of my head!

Alhamdulilah, I am glad to be here. I am greatful for every day I have to worship Allah. My doc was a bit stern with me today, but I know it's because she cares. The last two checks I've had the numbers stayed the same, and she's not satisfied with that (at least I wasn't getting worse). So the meds have been increased. She's not muslim, but makes an effort to understand and pay attention to things. She brought up that Ramadan would be soon. A doc that puts forth the effort to pay attention? Not found too often anymore. So we'll see how things go with the increase of meds. I'm not looking forward to the reaction I will get at first, but inshaAllah it will be better in the long run. She said the only reason she's so strict with me is because I'm young, and I have a long way to go. InshaAllah.

Thursday, August 02, 2007


My dad frantically tried to call me for 15 minutes before he finally got through. I had given my sister a ride to work the day before, and he was the one to bring her back home. We had all gone over that bridge. My dad's greatest fear: that I had picked up my sister and we were on that bridge together as it collapsed. Alhamdulilah, Wednesday was my sister's day off. Alhamdulilah, we were at home, safe. I have never heard that type of panic in my dad's voice though, and then the relief. Relief.

I pray for those families that lost loved ones. I pray for those that are still waiting to find their loved ones. May they also find relief.