Unique Muslimah

It was only yesterday when I believed the cobwebs in my mind would never clear. I was wrong.

It only took a few hours for a little clearing to be made, enough for me to see a little light, a little hope, a little happiness. That is why I have to dedicate this post to the person who helped make that clearing, however small, it is a significant clearing that might help the process of returning to my writing a little easier….a little sooner rather than later…

It was only today as I read all your amazing, encouraging comments that I came across a website that was mentioning my blog. I didn’t think anything of it until I read the paragraph and gaped at the screen.

In an interview blogger Abdul Kargbo was asked a question….

“Who are the two bloggers you read the most and why? Include their links and tell us why we should subscribe to their feeds.

Despite being a blog writer, I’m not a dedicated blog reader. I guess I’m just not big on commitment. I read news and opinion articles online and the odd blog, but I’m not a dedicated reader of any one site. One of my favorite sites, however, is Unique Muslimah, written by a young Muslim woman. She’s a great writer, very insightful, spiritual, and soulful. Her posts are intimate yet pure. As a modern, Westernized male, I find her perspective enlightening and her writing uplifting…..”

I am speechless. In this time of great need, where my writing is considered like my breath and I feel like I haven’t been breathing for months, I find someone I don’t know encouraging me, supporting me, believing in me. The tears flowed – happy tears – to receive what I feel like is a sign…a sign for me to continue.

The tears flowed, like rain, making a clearing in the cobwebs of my mind.

Thank  you.

I believed it was the one thing I could rely on, the one thing I could run to, the one thing I could escape to after I had been soaked in the hardships of the storm and burnt by the fierceness of the sun.

And yet it failed me. Or perhaps I failed the one thing I thought I could rely on. My writing, my passion, my essence. It has evaporated like steamed water on a blazing hot day. It has escaped from me, when it was my only escape.

It has been months since I have picked at my pen with my thoughts. It has been months since I bugged my keyboard with my hopes and dreams, my wit and charm. It’s all gone.

Or perhaps this little moment in time is a way for it to return, to feature in a sequel, to complete the journey I set out on many years ago. Perhaps allowing myself five minutes to reflect, to dig up my thoughts, will allow a clearing in the dusty cobwebs of my mind.

But one step at a time, I will not get carried away. Today I write, I yearn for my love, my essence, my writing to return. Perhaps that will be enough, for today.