To Forgive.. or Not

How do you forgive someone who does not apologize?
How do you heal your heart which is stabbed at the same spot over and over again?
How do you reproach a person who thinks he/she is faultless?
How do you stop questioning your own self-worth?
How do you go on living, knowing what you know?
How do you mend the pieces of your love?
How do you mask a broken heart?
How do you stop a bleeding soul?
How do you guard a fragile mind?
How do you bury history?

You leave it to Allah, that's how.  Bare your soul, and give your heart to Him.  Clear your mind, and pour your tears in front of Him.  Put your faith in Him and trust that nothing escapes His attention.  Let Him take you.  Let Him console and forgive you.

The hurt that you endure is nothing compared to the joy you have received..

You don't have to forgive.. You don't have to win either..

Things done for love

We cannot do great things on this earth. We can only do small things with love.

- Mother Teresa

There is a big "Just Do It" sign over my head lately. I put it there to push myself to do things that need to be done around here. Things that need to be said/ started/ completed/ decided/ cleaned up/ arranged/ treated with care/ dumped/ delegated/ shared/ discussed or even forgiven and forgotten. The things are every where I look, left and right. Things that scream for my attention while I'm doing other things. Unnerving things. Boring things. Tiring things. Unexpected things. Chaotic things. Things on my mind. Things that scare the hell of me. Things that question the essence of me. Things that mock my principles. Things that shake my core. Things that creep into my nightmares. Things that I want to run from. Things that escape me. Things that get in the way of my life.

Obviously, I need to resolve these things. I need to find myself again.

I'll "Just Do It".

Then maybe I can get to do the thing I really want to do. Sleep. Not just any sleep - an 8-hr uninterrupted, lying-down sleep on my bed. Sleeping on the rocking chair while nursing doesn't count. Sleeping on the sofa while folding the clothes and watching Oprah doesn't count either. Neither does sleeping on the wheel while ferrying the kids to school. Unless I want to fall asleep forever, that is.