I have been keeping up with my challenges and reading (most of the time), but have not had a chance to post. Yesterday, after a long day and the trip, I was out by 9 PM. 😴

This morning has been a peaceful one, started the day reading Sahih Bukhari and even completed Chapter 25 on Duolingo, heheh.

P.S. We are meant to grow. Stagnation is not our destination. So always keep striving.

Dua of the day:
اللَّهُمَّ بَارِكْ لَنَا فِي رِزْقِنَا

O Allah, bless our sustenance.

I really enjoy having solo dates, even though I’ll admit I haven’t done many of them lately. But one of my absolute favorite things is going on dates with my mom. Whether it’s just grabbing something nice to eat over a cup of tea, sitting across from her, listening to her, or simply being present in the moment, I cherish every second. There’s something truly special about being able to enjoy the privilege of being the daughter of such a great woman.

Just a little reminder for anyone who might need it: when was the last time you invited your mom for a date?

P.S. People who know my mom often say, "Now I understand why you have these manners and personality." Ma shaa Allah, Tabarak Allah.

May Allah keep our parents safe, sound, and always in the best of health. May He grant them the blessings of both worlds. Ameen.

The Prophet ﷺ said:
“There is an hour on Friday in which no Muslim asks Allah for something except that He gives it to him...”

Sahih Bukhari, Muslim

P.S. Do not forget to make beautiful duas today. Jumah Mubarak!

The greatest enemy of knowledge is not ignorance, it is the illusion of knowledge.

Stephen Hawking.

Yaşanması gerektiği için yaşanmış,
daha fazla yaşanması doğru olmadığı için bitmiştir.
Artık düşünme, üstünde durma.
Hayatında olması gerekenler yanında,
olmaması gerekenler uzağında.

Bu kadar basit yani.

Her gün bir kere hatırlar mısın beni?
Hatırladığında, hiç kimseye belli etmeden bir kere gülümser misin?
Ya da bazen, aklına gelirsem gözlerin dolar mı?
Çaresiz miydi, diye düşünür müsün?
O yolun yolcusu muydu?
Yavaş yavaş unutur musun beni?
Senden önce hiç hayal kurmamışım,
Bana hayal kurmayı öğrettin san.

Me saying: I don’t have any standards.

Me at the same time:
I can explain certain things only in Russian, and the most important things only in English. Of course, there are some things I can express only in Uzbek. But my feelings? I think they belong to Turkish. When feelings are expressed in Turkish, I feel something different. I actually feel it. I feel the same way with Arabic, but I don’t know Arabic (yet).

I’ve heard “I like you” or “I love you” in Russian, Uzbek, and English, but I never really felt anything. Maybe I just never heard it from the right person.

But right now, I’m wishing that the person I’ll meet will confess in Turkish.

P.S. I know I am weird :D

Just wanted to leave this here… how proud I am of myself for pushing myself. Alhamdulillah, ma shaa Allah tabarakAllah.
I’m keeping up with my other challenges and even added one more: daily 10k+ steps ✅

Also, I finally got a swimming trainer! From the very first day my trainer was like: “osh tarqatvorin, bo’ldi yana nima kere suzvosku” 😅 (meaning basically I already know how to swim). Yeah, true, but I want some technique, not just floating around heheh 🤭

On top of that, I’ve started another book, learned a bunch of new words, and did some reading.

P.S. literally falling asleep. But did not dare to go to sleep without celebrating my “small” wins 😎

P.S.1. I love myself so much 😁🤭 (oh what a humble person I am uh-huh)

Everything I want for myself, I want for everyone around me. I hope we all make it, and I hope we all find the things that make us happy.

Good night, y’all! 🌙

Hellooo :)

I woke up early, did some morning stretching, had a contrast shower, my detox juice, listened to a podcast about being calm and non-reactive, and had a biiig breakfast :)

I used to take contrast showers years ago, and it's been a long time since I last did them. Now I've been trying it again for almost a week, and I love it so much. It always feels a bit stressful at the beginning, but after that, it’s amazing. You feel fresh, clear, and really awake. But I think it’s important to be careful with contrast showers. You should definitely check with your doctor before trying them, especially if you have any health concerns.

I also managed to read an article today about the benefits of contrast showers. It made me even more curious about how they affect the nervous system and recovery.

And about the book I started, I just came across something really interesting. I learned there's a difference between the words “fakir” and “miskeen.” In the Surah At-Tawbah, 9:60:
"Charity is for the poor and the needy"

Both terms are used together, which in Arabic means they refer to two separate categories. According to Lisān al-ʿArab, a fakir is someone in extremely difficult conditions, almost nothing to their name. A miskeen, on the other hand, might still have a few possessions but is still in need. Like in Surah Al-Kahf, where the miskeen had a boat, so they weren’t totally without means, but they were still described as in need.

That was a small detail but it stuck with me.

P.S. learning new things just make me feel good. That is it for now.

Have a lovely day ahead 🌻

My mother raised me as soft-hearted person, but once you step on my boundaries, you are going to meet my father's attitude 😉

2:26 AM

08/25/2025
Tashkent

The week was truly productive, Alhamdulillah. We wrapped up Sunday with almost 13,000 steps, plenty of learning, and lots of reading.

Days are getting so busy that I barely find time to post, but I’m still keeping up with my challenges and pushing myself forward.

I just finished Tahajjud and I’m still sitting on my prayer mat, reflecting. A thought crossed my mind: last year around this same time, I used to spend these hours pouring my heart into duas, asking Allah SWT for things I thought were good for me, though they were not.

When Allah doesn’t grant us something, it’s not rejection, it’s redirection. It is a mercy (only for the ones who can see it). Back then, I believed that if I prayed hard enough, if I never missed Tahajjud, then surely what I wanted would become good for me. And in a way, I did receive it… but at what cost? That was a lesson in itself. Subhan Allah.

Tahajjud is beautiful. Dua is beautiful. And now, my prayers are different. I no longer ask for what I think is best. I ask only for what is truly of khayr for me, because I don’t know, but Allah does. He knows, He sees, He cares. And so I trust Him. I rely on Him. Always.

P.S. May Allah grant us what is best for us, in the best form and at the best time. And may He never let our hearts become attached to what is not ours.