Blessing of being a woman.

"The kingdom of women is the kingdom of tenderness,
subtlety and patience."

Jean Jacque Russo

One of these sweet days.

Jewelry.

Love.

She's the one who encourages me then I am down, who puts me down when I fly too high in the clouds.

I love my mom, may Allah bless her and give her Jannah.
Take care of your families.

My way to this blog.

I have a long way to start writing into this blog. How was that?

I liked to read other Muslim girls blogs at time to time, there are usually shown different styles of headscarf wearing, it was useful for me. Also, there was a lot of pictures of hijabi girls, in coloured trousers, skirts, scarves... I liked it at the first time.
One day I saw a beautiful photo of Muslim couple, they were standing facing each other and looking into each other's eyes. There were so much emotions in this picture, so I started searching its origin and I found Dora Dalila's blog. Oh, I spent there about two hours, I instantly felt in love with it. When I've been reading posts about Dora's "Hijab War", I felt like there was someone in my stomach. I really understood her feelings in such situation. Exactly, I had similar problems, a guess every Muslim girl had them.
So, I was inspired with Dora's bravery, with her desire to defend her Imaan.

And later I realized that girls, whose conversations focused only on clothes, make up, fashion, fashion-shows, parties...How could they be good slaves of God? And where are their humility and obedience? Between two fashion parties? Could they be an example for me?
I don't blame them. I don't think that we're doing bad, when we dressed nicely. I just want to show that the main thing is not what is outside but what is inside.


Peace and blessings of God.

Snowy forest.

What a wonderful winter. 

Never liked it, but this year I saw that even cold, freeze winter can be warm, if its beauty felt by heart.

Best things are not things.

I'm so glad that there are good people and good music in my life.

Beautiful moments.

Sometimes I look back and see a lot of things that've been left behind and I can come back there only in my memories. I guess, this is the saddest and the happiest thing in our life. 

Dreamy.

Peace!

It's so exiting to feel that your life became really more dynamic! Sometimes I don't wanna get up in the early morning, my bed looks so warm and comfortable, but if I stay at home my life will pass me away and I will be disappointed and unpleased with myself.

When I was yonger I didn't like to keep company with people. My best company were books and cookies :) And my dolls, of course. I loved being alone, creating my own wonderful stories in which I was a princess who waited for her prince, or a fairy who did miracles or someone else. Now I am a big girl who should finish her education, get diploma, make her career... There no place to any magic. There are a lot of hard work, as my mama says.

But alhamdouliLlah, I didn't forget my dreams, they are still with me. I hide them away in my mind so they do not interfere with my work, but inside of me lives a little girl who believes in miracles, who waits for her Prince Charming. And I pray Allah to meet him in this life. Amen! :-)

Salaam!

Well, hi there! Or salaam-o-alaikum.
I wanted to have my own blog long time ago and... it's time to start it now! :-)

My name is Guzal, I live in cold, snowy Russia. Today is the 3rd day of Spring, but there are still freezy here. 

Tomorrow we are going to the ice-rink with my nieces, hope it will be sunny day insha Allah.

With best regards from big, cold and kind Russia <3