DEAR EVERYONE!
Good news! I have decided my life's path! Now to get God to agree with it.
Anyway, God willing, I'll graduate in December with my Associate's. After that, I'm going to apply for, and be accepted to, CalArts' BFA in Character Animation.
This is where you come in:
I AM SPREADING THIS TALE ABOUT THE INTERNET SO THAT THE SHAME OF SO MANY PEOPLE KNOWING MY FAILURE WILL GUARANTEE THAT I SUCCEED. SHOULD I NOT SUCCEED, YOU MAY COMMENCE SHUNNING, JEERING, AND TAUNTING.
DO THAT ANYWAY. MAKE ME SUCCEED.
Thank you,
Me
Welcome to my blog!
This blog is an honest look at what life is like for this particular American convert to Islam. We're taught in Islam to cover our sins, to not air them, for fear of lessening the severity of sinning. In this blog, I may relate past indiscretions from time to time. This isn't to make light of them, but in the interest of educating Muslims and non-Muslims alike as to the realities of life as an American convert, I present my mistakes honestly. I make no excuses for them, nor do I claim that they were okay to make. I am not perfect, and I make no pretenses as to that. If others can learn from my past, know that Islam, and religion in general, is open for people no matter what mistakes they've made, then I will gladly air my sins when needed.
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Friday, May 13, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Muslims: Trust more, forbid less.
This is mainly about adoption, but will go into other things.
For my non-Muslim readers, when you adopt in Islam, the children aren't considered your blood relatives - thus, the rules for non-blood relatives still apply, such as women covering in front of men, no touching between the genders after the onset of puberty, and so forth.
This started with me being irritated that I get flack for being honest with my Muslim friends and telling them that I want to adopt and/or foster --- mainly this comes up when they ask for what qualities I want in a spouse; I'm not just randomly offering this information. A lot of them have brought up that I'll need to cover around male children, or that if my daughters choose to cover, they'll have to cover around my husband. Also brought up is the question of, "What if your husband develops feelings for the girl?" Also, probably what if I develop feelings for a boy. That's probably implied. These are put out as examples of why I shouldn't adopt and/or foster, despite the fact that adopting and fostering is a very Islamic thing to do, as evidenced by Zayd, the adopted son of the Prophet Muhammad (peace be with him).
For my non-Muslim readers, when you adopt in Islam, the children aren't considered your blood relatives - thus, the rules for non-blood relatives still apply, such as women covering in front of men, no touching between the genders after the onset of puberty, and so forth.
This started with me being irritated that I get flack for being honest with my Muslim friends and telling them that I want to adopt and/or foster --- mainly this comes up when they ask for what qualities I want in a spouse; I'm not just randomly offering this information. A lot of them have brought up that I'll need to cover around male children, or that if my daughters choose to cover, they'll have to cover around my husband. Also brought up is the question of, "What if your husband develops feelings for the girl?" Also, probably what if I develop feelings for a boy. That's probably implied. These are put out as examples of why I shouldn't adopt and/or foster, despite the fact that adopting and fostering is a very Islamic thing to do, as evidenced by Zayd, the adopted son of the Prophet Muhammad (peace be with him).
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Of dream jobs and housewifery.
My dream is to be an animator for Pixar. I've always wanted to do something digital art-oriented, be it freelance work like Marta Dahlig, or animating. But working at Pixar has been my dream since 2009, when they fulfilled a dying child's dream of seeing "Up" before she died.
That link's going to make you cry. A lot.
Go ahead, get some tissues. A lot of them. Then click on the link and read it all.
It's oaky to cry. Take some time. I'll wait.
So that's why I --- oh, you're still sniffling? I'm sorry. Let me know when you're done.
Ready?
Oaky. I know, I know, I bawled my eyes out, too. I still start crying when I tell people the story.
Deep breath. We'll get through this together.
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