Monday, August 14, 2006

try, just try!


No llores, no pierdas la fe

La sed la calma el que haze

Agua de la arena

Y tu que te levantas con orgullo entre las piedras

Haz hecho mares de este polvo

Don’t cry, don’t lose faith

The one who made water come out of the sand

Is the one who quenches the thirst

And you who rise proud from between the stones

Have made oceans from this dust


I throw stones at my eyes

’cause for way too long they’ve been dry

Plus they see what they shouldn’t from oppressed babies to thighs

I throw stones at my tongue

’cause it should really keep its peace

I throw stones at my feet

’cause they stray and lead to defeat

A couple of big ones at my heart

’cause the thing is freezing cold

But my nafs is still alive

and kicking unstoppable and on a roll

I throw bricks at the devil so I’ll be sure to hit him

But first at the man in the mirror so I can chase out the venom


Friday, August 11, 2006

just another day...


Through the window of my hotel's room in:
The best description of the days I spent there,
is all written in this song:

There was merriment and joy,
a smile on the face of every girl and boy.
The streets of Yathrib welcomed in
the Prophet of Allah, Muhammad,
Sallallahu `alaihi was salam.
A full, white moon,
shone down upon the land,
rising from the valley between hills of sand.
Being greatful to Allah was the Prophet’s demand,
spreading peace through the streets of Madinah.
Madinah tun-Nabi, Madinah tun-Nabi
The city of the Prophet is like home to me.
I’ll travel through the world but I doubt that I will see,
a city with such wonder as Madinah.
Now the narrow winding roads,
are so full of history;
Streets shake with the Azan from Masjid-Un-Nabi.
I feel the shadow of the Prophet gently cooling me
as I walk through the streets of Madinah.
The man who reads Qur’an `neath a date palm tree,
and a smile from the child on the street selling tea,
enchant me with their beauty and their simplicity
as I walk through the streets of Madinah.
Oh, Enlightened City!
Even in my sleep you call to me.
Time, has hurried by, time has traveled on so fast,
and though wisdom and truth will always last,
I wish, I wish, I wish that I could climb into the past
and live with the Prophet in Madinah.
My heart is never far from the home of the Ansar,
and the city of The Prophet, Al Medinah.
***Words and melody: D.Wharnsby***
PS: YEP, thats Masjid-Un-Nabi shining through the darkness of the night. I'm so thankful... Alhamdu belongs only to You, Rabi, Rabb al'alameen.
And Daddy, Mama el'otta, I'll pray for you forever...
and much more ; )
So many memories... dunno from where to start... I recall walking towards the masjid, for fajr, not alone, but with hundreds of other ppl, desperate to reach there first... I think my body was faster than me; while walking, pulling me as fast as it could, and baba and mama right with me, and the street full of humps and what not... people whispering prayers in different languages, old ppl on wheelchairs holding booklets, and crying for Allah to forgive all their bad deeds... bad bad deeds... May Allah wash us from all those horrible sins, sins that I am so ashamed of even remembering... Ya Allah... And yeah, mama putting her soft hand on my back praying for me, baba helping that lady pushing the wheelchair to overcome that huge hump, aaaaaaand... there it is, the MASJID... now that, I can't describe..., but only one thing, that security lady, taking away my camera... That was bad : (
May I go there again and die there...Amen. And whoever wishes so... Amen.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

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Wednesday, August 09, 2006


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"In all of God's creations, only human beings kill their own species."

No no, I guess spiders and lions do the same, but for reasons… logical ones… whatever… WHY? WHY? WHY?


"Just see what no one else sees. See what everyone else chooses not to see; out of fear and conformity and laziness. See the whole world anew each day. Ah, the truth is, you're on the way."

If you didn't see something here... Then nothing special will await you I suppose.

Anyways, death aint the enemy, its the horrifying suffering..

"Now, you ask me if I've been practicing medicine. Well, if this means opening your door to those in need-- those in pain-- caring for them, listening to them, applying a cold cloth until a fever breaks-- if this is practicing medicine, if this is treating a patient... then I am guilty as charged, sir. Did you consider the ramifications of your actions? What if one of your patients had died? What's wrong with death, sir? What are we so mortally afraid of? Why can't we treat death with a certain amount of humanity and dignity and decency... and, God forbid, maybe even humor? Death is not the enemy, gentlemen. If we're gonna fight a disease, let's fight one of the most terrible diseases of all-- indifference. Now, I've sat in your schools and heard people Transference is inevitable, sir. Every human being has an impact on another."


All of life is a coming home. Salesmen, secretaries, coal miners, beekeepers, sword swallowers-- all of us. All the restless hearts of the world... all trying to find a way home. It's hard to describe what I felt like then. Picture yourself walking for days in a driving snow. You don't even know you're walking in circles-- the heaviness of your legs in the drifts; your shouts disappearing into the wind. How small you can feel. How far away home can be. Home. The dictionary defines it as both a place of origin... and a goal or destination. And the storm? The storm was all in my mind. Or, as the poet Dante put it... "In the middle of the journey of my life I found myself in a dark wood... for I had lost the right path." Eventually I would find the right path... but in the most unlikely place.


Tuesday, August 08, 2006


“When I was a little girl... I would look out my bedroom window at the caterpillars. I envied them so much. No matter what they were before... no matter... what happened to them... they could just hide away, you know... and turn into these beautiful creatures that could fly away... completely untouched.”


So interesting… nice way to look at butterflies… anyhow, just today, right before dawn, I heard this scholar say a very remarkable thing about butterflies… its actually an ‘ayah in the Qur’an the he was trying to explain in his own beautiful perception…

Sura 101, The Shocker (Al-Qaare`ah)

[101:0] In the name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful
[101:1] The Shocker.
[101:2] What a shocker!
[101:3] Do you have any idea what the Shocker is?
[101:4] That is the day when the people come out like swarms of butterflies.
[101:5] The mountains will be like fluffy wool.
[101:6] As for him whose weights are heavy.
[101:7] He will lead a happy (eternal) life.
[101:8] As for him whose weights are light.
[101:9] His destiny is lowly.
[101:10] Do you know what it is?
[101:11] The blazing Hellfire.

[101:4] That is the day when the people come out like swarms of butterflies.

He explained more saying that the state where the butterfly begins as a worm and starts eating and eating is like us now in this life, and then it wraps itself in white like us when we get wrapped to be buried, and then a butterfly on the day of resurrection. May Allah stabilize us everyday and on that day…amen.

Thursday, August 03, 2006