Sadiqua Hamdan Quotes

How we're brought in to this world determines where we begin on life's starting line. Are we born on the first row or in the back of the line? Do we have to stand in the back because of our gender, race or color? Do we have enough food in the house to eat breakfast this morning? Do we own a pair of running shoes? Do we wake up with a view of the mountains or with metal bars on our doors? Do we need permission before leaving the house? How long is it going to take us to realize the structure we're born into? ~ Sadiqua Hamdan

For a moment I think to myself, which connection is quicker to God? Telepathically or by email? Maybe there's a quicker turnaround time if I email my problems. I should probably start by apologizing and doing something spiritual to make up for my long absence. Would an Angel with poor customer service etiquette respond to my email? Is there an 800 holy number to dial? If so, which manual would the Angel be reading from? The Bible or the Qur'an? Does it matter? Would the Angel have Sister Mary sitting next to her, watching and coaching her on how to talk to people with issues? And how do you handle four billion calls a day? I suppose I would have to wait my turn in line, just like everyone else. ~ Sadiqua Hamdan

We begin to hear stories that one group of bread makers are not makers of bread but bakers of terror – and that the ingredients in their bread recipe are ingredients of war, not peace. Now what? Uh oh, we have a grain war on our hands. Processed wheat grain goes against self-proclaimed one hundred percent stone-ground-seven-grain-faith. What the toaster and his Maker stand for is no longer relevant. Mankind disrupts faith. Claims of "Our bread recipe keeps you regular! Yours oppresses digestion! Our bread has all the right ingredients, yours does not!" A holy grain war begins in the effort to limit what kind of bread can be turned into holy toast. This is Righteous Toaster consciousness. ~ Sadiqua Hamdan

There are all the other times when I take a rosary, or misbaha, with thirty-three beads. God has nine-nine names, and if I go around the misbaha three times, God recycles Himself three times. It's a reminder that He shows up in our lives over and over again. He is One with many names, just as we are all One on earth. The difference is God accepts difference and diversity, while we're here trying to walk around like a fluffy holy cloud, each one claiming to know what God knows is best for us. I ask you again, in a different way, wouldn't life be boring if we all walk around like a holy fluffy cloud, saying we are God's mouth? Or perhaps we don't believe in a God, in which case, we simply call ourselves Taylor Swift? ~ Sadiqua Hamdan

Only when we acknowledge ourselves as we really are can we begin to take inventory of the physical, mental, and emotional clutter that no longer serves us. Then we can choose to no longer judge ourselves for what we've become and focus on who we'd like to be. ~ Sadiqua Hamdan

Change is its own reward. ~ Sadiqua Hamdan

The name Aziza is of Arabic origin and means precious. I call her Sitti, the Arabic village word for my grandmother. Although Sitti stands true to her name, someone is always telling her she isn't precious. As she grows into womanhood, Sitti hides from her thoughts, her voice, and her own shadow. She doesn't want to draw attention to herself, not even from the rays of sun that bless the entire land. But no one looks at an olive tree and asks it why it hides its fruit. It blossoms when it's ready and under the right conditions. As Sitti grows up, it did not occur to her that this could be the case for herself. ~ Sadiqua Hamdan

The wonderful science behind taking the chastity pill is to preserve honor, respect, purity and worth. Again, the value of a woman's future is dependent on how well she blocks any advances, foul balls, interceptions or explorations.
It's no surprise I question everything. What does going to the movies have to do with my vagina? What does going to the grocery store at ten pm at night to pick up a package of brownie mix have to do with my vagina? Why is ok for me not to go to a high school football game? Does wearing a tank top instead of a short sleeve shirt compromise my vagina shield? Do I have an Anti-Vagina Defense security chip installed on me that I'm not aware of, one that only works with loose clothing? ~ Sadiqua Hamdan

Once you change, change happens.

This is a big lesson. Expecting someone else to change is like pleading with a manufacturer to turn Twinkies into a green smoothie. It makes no sense, right? Often times we feel people are purposely doing or not doing things for us in a relationship – we want to make them better, not for their personal development, but how to make this person fit our image of the perfect partner. We want them to dress, act and say things at certain times. It becomes a conditioned relationship. ~ Sadiqua Hamdan

As women we're taught to believe that the more physically appealing we look, the more love we'll receive in return. If we can just be the perfect cook, cleaner, lover, CEO hottie – well heck, if you don't value yourself with all those attributes, then what's it going to take to get your low blueberry muffin self-esteem recipe to rise every morning? ~ Sadiqua Hamdan

Sitti knows that modern-day wars are fought over simple things, like the length and fit of a shirt - the shorter the sleeve, the greater the misfortune. Many times she wants to ask the one-hundred-year-old fig tree in the village center what it is like to be born from nothing and grow into something. She wants to know what it is like to bear fruit every year and not expect anything in return. She wants to know what it is like to be respected for what she could give - no more and no less. ~ Sadiqua Hamdan

This isn't about convincing you whether or not there is a God. I believe God and the Universe exists. If you don't believe there is a greater force, then surely you believe that something inside of us and is in the driver's seat. In other words, something is driving us towards figuring out how to master happiness, peace, love, and understanding psychopaths, murderers and Taylor Swift fans. ~ Sadiqua Hamdan

Be a follower. Be a leader. Learn what it means to be both. Don't follow a follower. Follow your heart. Be careful of frauds. They are all around us. ~ Sadiqua Hamdan

God's love is greater than any one religion. ~ Sadiqua Hamdan

The frosting on top does not taste good because of outwardly appearances, but what the center is made of ... ~ Sadiqua Hamdan

No one looks at an olive tree and asks why it hides it fruits. It blossoms when its ready and under the right conditions. ~ Sadiqua Hamdan

Self-acceptance means living the life you choose to live without worrying what others think about you. It doesn't matter what someone else thinks about you. What matters is what you think about yourself. Life is about choices - your life choices, not someone else's choice about how you should live. ~ Sadiqua Hamdan

Power is like a knife. It can be used to cut bread to share with your neighbor or stab you in the back. ~ Sadiqua Hamdan

Walk on your own yellow brick road. If you can't find one, spray paint your way into happiness. If that doesn't work, buy yellow shoes. ~ Sadiqua Hamdan

Living a meaningful and purposeful life is the new sexy. ~ Sadiqua Hamdan

You let yourself fall too fast
For a boy
Who doesn't even have the common courtesy
To manhandle your heart with the proper care.

Didn't someone tell you
That you're worth more than
Dispassionate good morning text messge
And tasteless afternoon dates?

Your heart beats more heartbeats than the average human being.
Doesn't that mean anything to you? ~ Zienab Hamdan

Their syncopated hearts,
Loved one and other.

They just didn't beat the same frequency. ~ Zienab Hamdan

I heard a theory once
That the atoms that make up soul mates,
Were once fused together
In the same star.

I find it beautiful
That in another life
You found your way to me.
And in this life
You've found your way to me
Yet again. ~ Zienab Hamdan

She's not the girl that you just forget about.

She's the sunrise
That sneaks in through your window shutters
On an early summer morning.
And she sits there.
Lingering.

You think to yourself
That maybe if you reversed the shutters,
She'd go away.

But you know
That outside your window
She's even brighter.

Outside your window,
She's not yours.
Not anymore. ~ Zienab Hamdan

According to horses, a good friend is someone who listens, appreciates your company and teases you, but is protective at the same time. ~ Sheikha Hissa Hamdan Al Maktoum

One day, you're 19
And the boy who broke your heart a year ago, is now off in some parallel lifetime from you, breaking someone else's heart.

It's not you this time
But you understand how she will hurt.

You're still wearing your red lipstick
Still squatting
Still blossoming.

And you cut your hair off because you didn't want to be defined by your looks.

You make drastic changes
And end up wearing more black
Than you did before.
You're beautiful.

You started telling yourself that in the mirror because you started recognizing your worth.
You slick your short hair back
And smile.

You're happy.
And for once, that's all that matters. ~ Zienab Hamdan

He remembered her
During Friday prayer Khutba.

He remembered hearing
The blaring echoed voice
Through the microphone.
"And of everything
We have created pairs"
Heaven and earth
Night and day
Sun and moon
Shore and sea
Light and darkness.

Her,
For him. ~ Zienab Hamdan

Don't just talk to me,
I won't let you in.

Spark my interest
And watch me
Unravel myself,

For you. ~ Zienab Hamdan

To horses, everyday is a new day to survive. It's a natural instinct. They don't think of the past or the future, only the present. So in terms of trying to teach your horse or build a special bond, patience is the key to every stall's door. ~ Sheikha Hissa Hamdan Al Maktoum

Two years later
A girl sits in front of her ex lover.

He doesn't say a word
And her heart doesn't ache for him
anymore.

Her hair is longer than its ever been.
She is even more beautiful than the day
he left her.

And at that moment,
He panics.
He lost her.

And he can never have her back.
He can just watch her be beautiful
And in love
With someone else ~ Zienab Hamdan

How much
Does your tongue have to bleed
Before you stop biting it?

Your heart is not a lion,
So why are you taming it?

God gave you a loud voice,
A voice box dripping revolution,
So quit trying to lower your volume.

You were meant
To rattle the tectonic plates
Of anyone who has ever told you
That you're not enough.

You were born fiery
Don't let anyone put out your flame
With their tears of incompetence. ~ Zienab Hamdan

Horses don't speak, but they communicate through body language. If you look very closely, you'll find out your horse has been trying to talk to you every day. ~ Sheikha Hissa Hamdan Al Maktoum

When your world
Crumbled around you,
You held the pieces
Inside your palms.

As tears streamed
Down your prominent cheeks,
I saw you smile.

Smiled a smile
That said
"Watch me rebuild
A world that won't give in on me
As easily as everyone else did". ~ Zienab Hamdan

I'm sorry
That the world
Didn't rotate in your
Favour,
And was not
Kind to you.

I'm sorry
That it made you cruel. ~ Zienab Hamdan

You lost her.

And now she lights up the night-time sky for her new lover
'Cause he recognized her as the moon.

And you envy him.

She could've been your moon, but you were too busy chasing the dimly lit stars. ~ Zienab Hamdan