Infinite Ink

My inner interior decorator emerges

Isn't it beautiful to feel connected? Even if it's with a person in a close relationship. We make, strengthen, neglect and break many connections every day. I used to think there was such a thing as being "stuck". No, actually, that's not the way it is. You either move forward or slip back. That means, yes, if you think you're not moving forward, that doesn't mean you're stuck on one spot; you are actually losing ground.

This is a very scary thought. I don't want to scare you. I just want to point out how dangerous is all the dead space and neutral time that occupies our lives. Neutral time is all the time spent in maintaining personal hygiene, sleeping, eating, commuting to and from school/work, and so on and so forth. What happens to all that time? Where does it go? You can't use the reuse, reduce, recycle trick on this one.

Actually, the very concept of "free time" is something we need to reconsider. Yes, it seems harsh, but do we really have time in which there is nothing to do? There's always something to do. Something worthwhile. Something purposeful. And that something is...building that connection.

With whom, though?

I think you know the answer.

Anyway, so those of you who still remember/know already who/what/where/when/why/how I am, life is good, alhamdulillah. I am back to house job i.e. clinical dental training. No, I still haven't been able to track down iqrashafique, even though both of us were definitely in the same department at one point in time this month. Bummer. I blame my own hesitation. 

I got some dua stickers from Darussalam! It's a whole booklet with supplications, you can peel off the back and stick them somewhere. So far I have stuck a bunch to the inside of my cupboards. The only ones visible outside them are the one on the fridge (dua after eating) and the one on the bathroom door, which is, of course (surprise, surprise) the dua for entering the toilet. Ideally, the dua for expiation of sins of a social gathering should have gone on the drawing room door, and stuff like that, but it's not my domain to go about slapping Islamic stickers on the doors of rooms other than my own personal one. And even in that one personal room, after I am finally interested in actually putting up something on the walls, I am limited by the "no tape on the wall" rule. Sob, sob. (The thing I wanted to put up on the wall was a poster.)

Aaaaand I think I should actually look back at poor neglected Inaya Moin and put her in another story--what do you think?