Who Am I?

This is something I have been meaning to do for a while but never got round to it. There is always something better and more important to do. Life seems to live you rather than the other way around.

Work, rest and play - with or without the Chocolate bar - the globalised world doesn't want your mind to stop, so many things to do, places to be and people to see.

As a Muslim man living in the UK it's all too easy to just to let time drift by; dreams of career success; of the detached home with the nice BMW outside and the wife in her best silk Hijab greeting you as you come home at three (no more 9 to 5's here); having picked the kids up from Islamic school; their Tajweed is magnificent and all is good with the world.

The things with dreams is they stop you living the "Now" and you live for your dreams. You forget who you are and you will become anyone you need to be to get to who you want to be. People, including Muslims have forgotten to how to appreciate the things life gives you - you know the small things like being able walk down the street and smell the fresh air (which is mostly filled with CO2 from the nearest SUV caught in the next traffic jam, caused by the ill timed road works of the local council, motivated by the need to "expend" the budget in time for the next budget so they can ask for more money!) and having the ability to think about the world in which we live.

The question rarely asked is what do "I" really think and when "I" do think, are the thoughts even mine?