Not standing in line

Strange, isn’t it? There are an insane number of really extremly interesting things and events taking place in my life, yet my blog stays pretty much still. It really takes some serious philosofing (tell me if I’m making up words) to get to the conclusion that honesty and thruth are pretty much the most hard things to strive to live by. I don’t wanna do anything but honesty and thruth – easy isn’t worth doing – but I’m not in this alone, am I? There is the world to consider. As of now I’m limited by that fact – and it’s kinda killin’ me. But patience, people. And patience, Imaan.

I’ve almost finished painting and re-decorating my livingroom. New colours, new energy, new life. Lovin’ it. I’ve had a great summer filled with good friends and family, strawberries, blueberries, fresh fish, sun, swimming, traveling, thinking, living, loving and a looot of spotify. Kids starting school soon and me too.

It’s all from God. Obviously not standing in line anymore is a black or white thing for some people. However it’s my wiev on life that it consists of many dimensions. So fuck one way tickets and hello human nature. Muslims proudly say Islam is the golden middleway, but seems to me we’ve all made it far too thin. Yet we KNOW God don’t need our actions. Strange, isn’t it?

I feel like I’m waiting for a break. It’s coming to me soon, I can feel it. Til then.

The cutest things my friend’s 5 years old kid say

Imaan: – Hi beautiful guys and girls, get into the car. Let me help you with the seatbealts. This is my friend Fatima.

Kids: – Hi Fatima!

Kid to Fatima: – Are you a muslim?

Fatima: – Yes, alhamdulillah.

Kid to Imaan: – Are you a muslim?

Imaan: – Yes, alhamdulillah.

Fatima to kid: – Are you a muslim??

Kid: – Yes, otherwise my father wouldn’t be my friend.

And Imaan can’t help but interpret even such cute things a bit political. Hmm.

ya Allah sho tayeb 2!

Ever so often you come across a few good looking men. When doing so I of course go “ya Allah sho tayeb!” – but that’s just me – not like other swedish girls. And these swedish westcoast guys are perhaps the only lucky ones ever to appear on MY blog – my taste is somewhat limited as ya’ll know. But Sweden has its moments, aaah.

And for swedish guys: that’s arabic for “Åh Gud så utsökt!”

Another moment here.

Conversation with a palestinian guy

Palestinan guy :  Damn! You are very well! Damn first of all Imaan is a name never matches you, and Islam is a religion never welcomed you! I think you are just an empty person and very skinny ugly Swedish woman need to be fucked by a Donkey to please her. You don’t fit anywhere in this world, you don’t even know why you still exist in this world. But what I know that God will give you a long life to give you the same damn he will give the Damned Friend of yours. If you can read Al Fateha in Quran you will know that you and they are in the same shit: damned forever. This time it’s on the door if you know anything about Islam, you and the Damned nation you believe in will vanish. And you not even welcome in the” Osama Bin Laden list” because you have to see and witness the day when all of you will be damned forever. We Muslims don’t need to protect Islam from people like you with double faces because God said in his book: ”(Enna Nazalana Al Zekr WA Enna Laho Lahafethoon)” Writing Good or not it’s not that make you the best , when we read it disguise any reader who has moral. It is about the subject you write that decides if you are good or not! you will regret all what you are writing because you can’t remove it from the web and you will have it as a witness on you. On the judgment day it will be read for you again but this time it will be for paying for it not to enjoy it!

You are writing “sweetheart” for the no1 prophet-murderer in the world while the real people with real moral saying that Hitler made a big mistake that he didnt finish his mission by cleaning the world from the cancer of the world called Jewish.
But thanks God he didnt let Hitler finish them because Quran is the only right destiny of the world, so if he did, the Quran failed so thanks God the word of God never fail! And the “double moral” (Mounafqeen”) like you have been promised the deepest place in hell. I dont know where you get your name Imaan while you are the “dis”-imaan itself or maybe more.

Dont call yourself a “muslim” while you are forgering Islam by a sick human like you and you are posing in the net with this ugly face you have and you are calling yourself a muslim! God how much Islam is rejecting people calling themselfs they are muslims and their behaviour worse than an animal.I think you should add a note below your picture “this pretty devil cost per hour 50 up to 100 per day” I think that will match your face and your site…. Personal opinion I will not even look at you even if your are free of charge. What is your real name? not the “under- cover one your are using…

Thanks God Im very good in leaving comments for people like you and I will take it to the next level too! You can continue “Damn” yourself how good witer you are! Damn You!!!!!!!

Imaan :  Out of respect for your wife I won’t get real with you, ya Mohamed. However, my most sincere gratitude for litterally improving my custody case. And it’s so funny, my birthgiven name is Monica and I use Imaan. Your birthgiven name is Mohamed and you use Max? With the words of Jim Carrey;  Alrighty then, take care now, bye bye.

UPDATE :

PG :  Mohammed its a great name to have. Wife I dont have one but I would like to have one and not swedish please! I dont know whom you have mixed me with but anyway I think the one you mixed me with knows you very well. Thats why you think its him. And I think you should get real with me because you are a balloon with helium that flies high in the sky but inte the end it get busted.

I :  Yeah, you’re right. Sorry! I don’t know what I was thinking! Wifes, I mean. No, it was simply the “Author : max01 (IP: 83.176.206.248 , c83-176-206-248.cust.tele2.se) E-mail : michael_hedstrom at msn.com” that gave you away. This is all the space you ever gonna get.

UPDATE :

I :  Ok, ok, this space too;

PG :  Please get real! Between me and you is my entire family destrucction.
You think you are very smart and I would like to see how much you can and the price I paid since I knew you will take many years to be clear. you have to continue to get real if you think you are THAT good. I dont think so. (Please dont you ever mention anything about my wife anymore, because if it was not you , the cancer would not have come in my family. so plzzzz get real!) (show me emotion la la la laaaaa….) /Max01.

I : Please stop quoting popsongs on my blog.

UPDATE (zzzz) :

PG :  Oupssss I forgot to write “From Islam to Pop – from facts to doublemoral”

Consider this line is the last because I dont think you are worth my effort to comment on your worthless blog. But I will never keep quite for any disgusting conversation about Islam, and I think if you are good in writing, as you think you are, you should see your blog page in general is worthless so please Monica, Live your life and leave Islam and the muslims alone and nobody will forgive you what you have done except the only one: The MAKER. So wake up before its too late. (“Hasby Allah wa naama wakeel”) Dont forget that God is Great.

I : I wanna get this straight. When you say “from Islam to pop” – was that referring to you quoting popsongs while trying to make an islamic point? When you say “consider this line is the last” (hey, I’m just quoting – the grammatical error is his) and that “I will never be quite” (hey, I’m just quoting, the spelling misstake is his) – which one is it? Silence or more arab english? Let’s see if you can keep your word, as a good muslim boy. When you say “leave Islam alone” and “don’t forget that God is Great” (yeah, that big G had me thinkin’ too) – which one is it? Stay muslim and remember God or forget about Islam and leave God? Hmm. Or just ignore you from now on? Your 15 minutes of fame are up.

Damn!

Sometimes I read my own blog and go “Damn! I’m good! Did I really write that?!” I should blog more often. Time to take this to the next level.

Conversation with a jewish guy

Imaan: – Hi sweetheart, aren’t u returning my phonecalls these days??!

Jewish Guy: -What, did you call me?

I: – I called you and left a message and everything… You never return my calls!

JG: – Ha ha, you’re the one to talk! I’ve been trying to get you out of your books for months.

I: Ha ha, just teasing you sweetheart. So, are you free? I wanna see you tonight. Well, not AT NIGHT, in the evening.

JG: Yeah, because there would be a different set up for the night.

I: – Ha ha, that’s why I said EVENING! 20.00? Let’s have a beer? Or do you drink beer?

JG: – More than water.

I: – Ha ha, otherwise we’ll get a halal-beer for me and a kosher-beer for you.

JG: – Ha ha!

I: – Oh, and I have a surprise! I’ll bring a surprise for you!

JG: ……………. Not a suicide bomb, I hope?!

I & JG: – Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!

I: – Noooo, sweetheart, I promise!! Just a nice surprise!

JG: – We have to laugh at it, right?!

I: – Sure we do! And did I tell my my daughter solved the conflict?

JG: – No?

I: – She asked me why there’s a war, so I said people have different opinions and just can’t get along. Then she said “So why don’t the people with that opinion live on that side, and the people with that opinion live on that side, and then they visit each other for vacation?” Hahahaha!

JG: – Good one! I never heard that one before.

I: – I’ll suggest it. See you at eight, cutie pie.

Mind over matter

 

 

I don’t know. When I feel like my writing just simply states facts about my life I don’t wanna write at all. Sometimes it just flows. Sometimes there’s nothing for months. Right now I feel like I have nothing interesting to say. I’m writing this hoping that I will squeze something good out eventually. At the same time there’s so many things (as usual) that happens in my life and so many thoughts passing through my mind, that I wouldn’t know how to cover all of it – if I could just WRITE.

In my case writing a blog is not simply writing a blog. This is sensitive stuff and it’s public. I don’t have any problem with people knowing what I do and think but people have a problem with what I do and think. So there need to be a plan – I need to have a plan – in order to feel good about blogging. I’m not here to just bla bla. I really wanna make a difference. At least for myself. Hopefully for someone else too.

It’s funny. As I’m writing there’s a documentary on TV about parents religious influence on their kids. This is one of the issues I’m dealing with. Surely religion, and in our case Islam, can be a positive influence in anyone’s life. As I see it, and I have always seen it this way, there’s a risk with being to keen. Especially since religion always get caught up by tradition. I have really done some serious thinking on this subject (and many other subjects) but most of all I have lived to see the consequences. As I said, I’ve never been pushy when it comes to teaching kids about religion. I’ve always been more focused on feelings rather than rules, but still… As a follower of rules surely you somehow prepare your kids for that kind of life. Having left some of the rules the earlier influence rear it’s ugly head. I don’t mean to sound too negative, there’s a lot of good influence too, but it’s just that now it all shows. I get it in black and white. And it’s not always easy.

Other struggles are finding some regular routines in our daily life. Also not that easy. I have to say that between fulltime studies and fulltime kids times three there’s no time for baking cookies. At all. As I just got my summerholliday I’m cleaning up the place and getting rid of the clutter. I love that. Feels so good. The kids are spending the week with their father so I’m planning to be social and productive (I have a million ideas – I’ll let you know by time). Yesterday I was very social and my beautiful friend took the photos above.

Did I say that I love my life? I love my life. I feel in power and on top of things. Things are going my way. My efforts are paying off big time. My kids are lovely. I have such beautiful, goodhearted and fantastic friends and a family who supports me unconditionally. I passed all my exams with great marks. Summer is here. The weather is fucked up but summer is here. Yeah, I love my life!

A special hi to my ex

It’s a fucked up world and I have a writer’s block.

True signs of spring

There she stands, tall and blond

The prerfect image of the free and modern woman

Liberty! Freedom! Revolution!

No more oppression! No more inequality!

And all they can think of is doin’ her…

Sanity has left the building

I have spent many of my days in Rosengård, the suburb of Malmö that has been burning for months. Unemployed misfits are setting cars on fire and throw stones on firemen and policemen when, or if, they arrive. Anyone of us who knows about attitudes and conditions of swedish suburbs are not surprised at all. These outsider’s even feel so outside the swedish society that they don’t even go to destroy any other area than their own.

When I’ve walked around Rosengård I’ve felt two things. No one bother about Rosengård. It’s playgrounds, parks, streets and apartments are to say the least neglected as if they’re all shouting “We just wanna forget about you!”. And the people who live there bother about nothing else than Al Jazeera. Of course, I’m generalising… but there’s a lot of thruth to it.

Funny thing is that so many palestinians live there (so that’s why I spent my time there between relatives). Now danish criminal gang Black Cobra are recruiting arabs, especially young palestinians. It’s always tragical when the young ones come in between people and society’s failures, but even so more tragical when people and society don’t see their own part in it, their own responsibility.

It takes two to tango.