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Is your positivity well drying up? Ask for help!

Whenever I have down days and my positivity well is drying up, I often pray and reach out for help.

You know the feeling when your mind is very busy and cant be calmed and your spirits are scraping the floor and you feel like you just tired of fighting and pushing through? When your head spins, heart aches and eyes tear? Or when you feel like every fibre in your body is being challenged? It’s at that moment that you can let it all consume you, or you can reach out and ask those around you to help you.

This morning I woke up feeling like what I’ve described above. I prayed and then asked the people on my contact list on what’sapp to share any motivational reads or content.

I instantly got responses with some beautiful reminders. Does it make it all go away? Durh no! But it challenges your mind to think about the message in front of you and in most cases, that message helps fill up your positivity well.

We were not meant to go through this journey of life alone.

So just remember, you’re never alone. Whilst there are some folk who are just horrible, there’s a ton of folk or are ever ready to help wherever they can.

Observation

The people who reached out to me this morning, I know personally. And all of them are fighting challenging battles. It’s a choice to just get out there and do and be better. That in its own inspired me so much.

Check out some of the responses I received below

I also received this video which is so inspiring

Please be sure to check out.

Love and light always, posted by just an ordinary girl.

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We Are One Festival: 4th edition loading…

Jacinta Media has done it again. The We Are One Festival is back for its 4th year.

The festival aims to unite people through sports, culture and entertainment and that objective has successfully been met over the past three years. This year’s festival promises to bring all that and more.

The festival is set to take place on the weekend of 15-16 June 2019 and is one you do not want to miss out on.

June 15th is the cultural walk, which starts at the Rydavale sports grounds in Phoenix and ends at the Princess Magogo stadium in Kwa Mashu. Be sure to register For FREE by clicking here

There after, you can cool off with some sport, music and entertainment! Check the line up below

June 16th, you can expect a blazing line-up of entertainment.

This year the festival is giving local and upcoming artists a chance to showcase their sauce. Together with sensations like Sjava, Holly Rey, Emtee, Sho Madjozi, Thee Legacy, DJ Happy Gal and many more local flames, this year’s festival will surely be one to go down in the books.

Get your tickets at CompuTicket now.

R100.00 gets you in and if you wanna be alil extra #wink. Upgrade and get your VIP ticket at just R250.00.

Check the line up below:

The June 16th We Are One Festival line up

Upcoming artists that will be performing

Last but certainly not the least and my favourite of them all, the Fun Fair #whoopwhoop.

Be sure to bring the kids or to bring out the kid you!

Add a pep in your step, get the wind blowing in your hair, Or, just get a real cute selfie with the carnival magic behind you 😁…

Entry to the funfair is again FREE. Just make sure the little ones are supervised.

With so much flavour and tons in store for you, me, dad and the kids. Let’s meet up and make it a youth / fathers day mash-up.

Visit the We Are One Festival Facebook page for more updates. Click here and be sure to show up so we can make it show down!

Love and carnival light always, from just an ordinary girl 💋

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Inspiration: The sunflower

Did you know that Sunflowers are the symbol of faith, loyalty and adoration? Did you also know that they’re one of my favourite flowers? Here’s why:

|Image sorced from Google|

According to Google, sunflowers follow the movement of the sun across the sky from east to west, and this process is known as heliotropism.

They are commonly seen growing and blossoming in the worst of environments; waste areas, along side roads and in random fields.

There is something so meaningful about that don’t you think? Something so symbolic. Something so stunningly beautiful growing in the worse of places and often, places where people don’t offer much care.

In 2019.

Let us be like the sun flower; follow the light and continue to grow and blossom even when we’re in the worst parts of our lives.

Love and light always.

Random thoughts from just an ordinary girl

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First #DH (dear husband) post: Happy birthday Junaid

It’s been a hella long time! A good couple of months in fact! I’ve had the urge to put my fingers to the keyboard and share, in hope of being healed through what has been a very stressful few months. But for some reason, I’ve never gotten around to doing it… we will have a catch session soon though.

Today marks the beginning of a new opportunity : The #DH thread. There’s no set plan but we will see how far we can run with it.

What makes today special, is that It’s my husband’s birthday! 31 years young! First birthday we celebrating as one, just sad that I can’t share this day with him. I am in spirit though!

Here it goes:

Dear husband!

Slamaat on your 31st birthday! May Allah SWT spare you with many more happy returns. May every prayer said for you and by you be accepted. May the almighty keep you stead fast and safe guard that precious heart; keeping it filled with love and light, happiness and peace always. May this day be a reminder of all the things you should be grateful for and may the next year be blessed with Allah’s mercy and favour. Aaameen!

The birthday boy! J boogie!
Hope you enjoy your gifts!

This thread, just like the #DFH ( dear future husband) thread will go out to my husband, letting him know the things I am grateful for and also the things I expect.

Hope we have as much fun with this thread as we did the last.

Love and light always fam!

Posted from just an ordinary wife (:

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Coloureds: A product of rape they say

My heritage |images sourced from google|

Growing up coloured has come with a lot of pros; Diversity. Tolerance. Tradition. One that stood out for me is that I got to experience and see more than one culture due to my blood line; Cape Malay, Indian, German and African.

I was raised and taught tolerance and respect for all people, irrespective of race, colour, creed, religion and even physical appearance. I was raised to be loud and proud and to own who I am; to stand firm for the things I believe in; to love; to pray; to smile through adversities. I was raised to help the next person, offer my seat to the Aunty hopping onto the bus or taxi or helping her with her parcels. I was taught to respect people. To be gracious and laughter and happiness were norms.

But growing up coloured, wasn’t that much of an issue as is being coloured in this present day.

I, being a coloured women, get more compliments on my hair and skin tone by random strangers more than someone sincerely greeting just because it’s a nice gesture or out our courtesy. It’s pretty much the only time of day most people would give, to interact with me, both men and women.

I, being coloured, am not “allowed” to love for love’s sake. Apparently there’s an unwritten rule about who I’m allowed to love and who I’m not. I’m subjected to vile comments from women of other races or cultures should I fall in love with someone outside my own race or culture. “You coloured women steal our good black men” … is the common one I’ve been told.

I, being coloured, am labeled automatically. Drink, smoke, drug, party and often get asked how many kids I have, as if it’s something expected and normal. People get shocked when I tell them I don’t do any of the above and I think to myself, even if I did, it’s my prerogative… what does it have to do with race?

I, being coloured, am often labeled as lost, or a product of rape, stupid, ambition-less and “uncultured” I’m often noticed but only because of my big thighs, big hair, light skin tone or because I’m simply labeled as “easy”. I mean if I’m coloured I’m not human and feelings are things I don’t have right? I mean I am just a product of rape.

But what’s even more alarming, is that my own race and species of women… make my life that much more difficult. God forbid I be happy with someone… then it’s “I’m eating his money” or “I’ll never be happy” or ” I’m no different” or “they won’t last”.

Really?!

Let me achieve a goal; buy a house, car or even get a promotion and first thoughts are things so ludacris, like people questioning whether I really bought a house or car or comments like “she slept her way to the top”… lol. I’m often left in awe when I over hear such.

Are coloured women not able to fend for themselves? Are we not able to excel in life? Are we not capable of setting goals and achieving them… ON OUR OWN? Are we not worthy of another human being, besides our family and friends’, loving? Are we not allowed to have healthy minds and souls?

We nag about how others label us but we label our own like this?

Well this is what I have to say.

Sisters, coloured or not! I am an independent woman, I know struggle and I’ve TKO’d pain, I work hard and study hard and do what I need to do to get where I need to be. I’m ambitious and goal driven and sure as hell make my own Mandela’s. I love people and that’s not on condition of colour, creed or race. My hair and skin tone does not and will never define who I am. I am a warrior, a product of God and him alone. I only bring the best and so I often expect the best.

Brothers, I’m no piece of meat. I will not stoop to levels of flings and affairs. I will be that women that will degrade if you even think of DM’ing me, asking for a picture or becoming frisky when I know you have a partner.

You may not like me, but you sure as hell will respect me because I earn mine and because I’m sound in knowing who I am and what I’m worth. Trust! God made no mistake when he made me.

Nobody will ever understand the extent to which this affects some of us. We either deal it with well or in most cases hide it very well. But it’s about time we have these discussions. It’s about time that we pave the way for further generations and teach love, respect, appreciation, tolerance and gratitude. It’s time that we teach our kids to have sound, open minds and warm hearts. Time that we teach them about God and the things, ways and attributes that he loves. Not about race BS and the things that oppressed our people.

I am a coloured woman and if that means that I’m a product of rape… well then a product of rape has never looked this good!

Love and light always fam

From just an ordinary girl

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#DFH #67: I found you

Dear Future Husband… I found you.

About two years ago I started the dear future husband thread… putting out everything I had wished for in a man and everything I’d do once I found him.

Today, I wake up a married woman. Junaid and I have known each other since we were little… but only started dating in December. Him, just like I, was married prior and so we knew exactly what we wanted.

We knew that it was meant to be and planned to get married in November…. but God’s timing prevailed.

We discussed and decided we’d get nikkad before our holy month of Ramadan and literally planned a wedding in about two days.

My dad did my draping, my mum, aunties and cousin the cooking, my cuz and I the running around and setting up and boy oh boy was it so fulfilling.

I have never experienced this amount of happiness and contentment. He is everything I’ve asked for in this thread and more and sometimes I’m in awe of how God answered my prayers till the last T crossed and I dotted.

My family never fails me and this just increased my gratitude towards them for all they’ve done.

Whilst I’m sayin good bye to this thread, I look forward to the journey ahead.

May this thread be a testimony that God listens, that one should not just settle and that patience is indeed a virtue.

Dear husband… I love you and look forward to spending the rest of my days with you.

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I owe my freedom to…

This morning I had a conversation that really made me sit and think about life, my purpose, blessings, experiences and then also who made it all possible;

  • God
  • My parents
  • Circle of friends and family

Having celebrated freedom day yesterday, I feel this post is fitting.

I have no shame telling people my story; not because I want or expect pity or even to bad mouth anybody, but to create hope in knowing that with prayer and the right people you allow in, you can overcome any and all adversities.

I fell pregnant, married the love of my life at the time, sh%t went south, was abused, lost my son at birth, lost my gran a few months after, got cheated on, got a divorce, lost my other gran and all in the space of a year and few.

GOD

When I returned home, I returned dignityless, broke as broke could be and with buckets full of emotion and questions and hurts and pain. I questioned God, everyone who knows me knows I love children and that my love is unconditional… why would he take those two things away from me. I was okay with being abused and unhappy, I was okay with making God and my parents unhappy; as long as I was with him and had my son, I was okay. Can you begin to imagine our absurd that is?

Truth is, lots of women feel and think that way.

Having nothing else to do, I started finding God, researched religions, I needed to know about this power that could do such, at his will. And trust, it was the best decision of my life.

I am born Muslim, but today I sit here saying that I choose to be Muslim. Upon reading and researching, I began to pray, at early hours of the morning. I would cry and ask God to pacify my heart because the pain was unbearable. I hid it well, maybe because of pride or even embarrassment? But I hid it well.

My perspective changed and I read about how babies who pass away will intercede for their mums on judgement day, I learnt that those who are favoured by God, are tested… I mean look at all the prophets and what they endured? I learned how women are valued in Islam and how we should be treated, and so I started expecting nothing less.

I became stronger and started seeing my blessings, my courage-meter started rising and rebuilding and reforming myself was what I began to do. Perhaps losing all that I lost, forced me to get closer to God; he is a jealous God after all. Perhaps it strengthened me to leave the toxic environment that I and him (my ex hubby) created. Perhaps Mika’il was an angel sent to save me from myself, so that I could find my purpose and fulfill it….

PARENTS

The beings we often take for granted. I come from an average background. Whilst we weren’t as poor as others I know, there were days we went with the bare minimum and everything we owned was worked for; sweat and tears literally.

Part of high school fees were sponsored and I remember taking lemon creams for a cake sale (in a private school with rich brats) because that’s all my dad could afford, they obviously pushed it aside because it weren’t as good for them as their novelty cakes.I couldn’t care less about them but felt more loved than anything, because MY DAD took his last and bought that for me.

My parents gave my siblings and I the best they had @ 100%… selfless, imperfect beings that were going through their own adversities but put our needs first. They made sure that we grew up with sound education and religion knowledge especially because they couldn’t teach us themselves… they only knew so much.

I look at them both today; Mum studied and is now a senior manager for one of SAs leading retailers and my dad, so religious inclined its unbelievable. My mum worked as a casual worker for EIGHT years before she became permanent. Yet she persevered. My dad was all things naughty, he drank, drugged, was affiliated with one of the most popular gangs in Durban but when my sister was born, he began his journey. Leaving school in grade 8, he now works independently as a tiler, being his own boss and growing in character and knowledge day by day.

With these two as an example… how could I quit? Sure we had and still have problems, but all families do. My parents are real-life examples of how perseverance, hard work and prayer can pull you out of any situation. And so I aspire to be just like them.

⭕️ OF FRIENDS AND FAMILY

My mum always told us to choose our friends wisely, back then it made no sense. Today, as 28 year old…it makes perfect sense. Science says that you become like the five closest people to you. Religion says that you should be wary of the company you keep… surely Mum, science and God cannot be wrong. You see, humans feed off each other in a non-parasitic way. We feed off energies. If you’re around negative, non-spiritual, uninspired folk…you will soon become just like them. On the flip side, if you affiliate yourself with people who are positive,warriors, those who know God and practice their faith each day and those who aspire to do many great things… it’s only a matter of time before you become just like that too.

I have had amazing people in and around my circle over the years. Ive had the best religious examples around me and I’ve had the most goal-driven people in my space. There was no way they were going to allow me to cave permanently.

They encouraged me when giving up was the easiest thing to do after days, weeks and months with internal battles and battling the trauma and adversities I been battling for so long. I was encouraged to pray and get closer to my creator, I was encouraged to re-wire my brain to look at the positives in every situation. I was pushed to set goals and boundaries for myself.

Today I sit here, looking back at yesterday; freedom day, and pondering over who was responsible for my freedom and they are:

  • God
  • My folks
  • My circle

Through my adversities I was reminded how highly blessed and favored I was and still am.

It’s 2018, 4-5 years after everything has happened and whilst it was not and still isn’t an easy road. I am way better off from where I started. I have achieved the littlest of things that made the hugest difference and I continue soaring and fighting on like the warrior God made me to be.

I am not where I want to be, I’m not Gods most loyal servant, I’m far from perfect. I’m miles away from financial freedom. But I am free. I am still. I am persevering and My faith is unshakable.

Love and light always; from just an ordinary girl

*all pictures are sourced from google*