When the moon is sighted..

All eyes at the moon.. As soon as our earth’s shade covers it & it miraculously becomes a crescent, the doors of hell will be locked & my beloved heaven will open up, bloom & its sweet scent

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will be carried to us through a gentle breeze.. And right there & then, starts a beautiful month filled with the most peaceful nights one can ever live.. I’m never big on nights.. Nights usually disturb my mood.. But “those” nights, sigh.. Oh “those” nights.. Talking of them nights, I’d like to invite all my moros living over here in Abu Dhabi to come to this blessed, holy house of Allah, that shakes each night; seeking Allah’s mercy & forgiveness.. I’ll let you know of its exact location inshaAllah as soon as I make sure that its imam (who comes to AD only in Ramadan) will make it safely this year.. May Allah bless him & grant him a serene ending to his earthly life & an everlasting life in ferdous amongst all the righteous winners.. And us all.. Amen. Whoever gets to read this, I ask you to please keep me, all brothers & sisters & the dead in your prayers.. And may Allah the Most Merciful grant us tranquility, strengthens our faith, accepts us & save us from hell fire.. And may He fill our souls with delight, our hearts with faith, our minds with never ending conscience & our bodies with strength to carry on our paths.. Oh Allah keep us safe until Ramadan & make Ramadan faultless for us & secure it for us as an accepted month of virtue.. Amen.

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"Somewhere over the rainbow way up high

And the dreams that you dream of once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly

And the dreams that you dream of, dreams really do come true

wake up where the clouds are far behind me

Where trouble melts like lemon drops

High above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly

And the dreams that you dare to, oh why, oh why can't I?

Well I see trees of green and red roses too,

I'll watch them bloom for me and you

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

Well I see skies of blue and clouds of white and the brightness of day

I like the dark and I think to myself, what a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky are also on the faces of people passing by

I see friends shaking hands saying,

How do you do?

They're really saying, I a..." I love you

I hear babies cry and I watch them grow,

They'll learn much more than we'll know

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world"

By Norah Jones

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la la la ~ ~ ~ la tit ude

No I don’t want to know how many people are online reading my blog! It’ll simply transform my intentions! I know me.. This is one of the coziest places I’ve ever been.. Don’t want anything to take that away.. No, please, God, no.. Funny thing is, it all could go away.. In a heartbeat.. All of it.. I’ve been sad lately.. Truly sad..
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Trying to find joy at something.. I think it’s beyond one’s ability.. It’s in the Lord’s hands.. My grandma has always said that she’s lead a happy life ‘cuz she wanted it.. She always says if you want something real bad, you’ll get it! She’s always been positive on that.. I’ve always been impressed by her inner strength & outer sense of direction.. I lack sense of direction.. No, for real!! Like I could go to this & that road & not know how to get there again!! They make fun of me.. Are there pills for that? I wonder.. I’ve always loved corners.. Spent most of my life in corners.. Mostly with a warm mug of coffee in my hands.. To tell you the truth, I don’t know much about types of coffee grains & seeds & what not, but all I do know is that some super duper creamy cream should be dissolving along.. Mmmmhmmmmmm.. That’s another definition of home to me.. Me.. sara.. Million billion girls have my name.. sara.. It’s not like I’m the one & only sara.. Some saras with h, sarah.. Others without.. Like me.. sara.. But I know that I’m not like any other sara.. And not any other sara is like me.. In the third grade there was this sara with my, my father’s & my grandfather’s names.. sara mohammed Hassan.. And in the morning’s assembly, they were giving out gifts.. And they called out: “sara mohammed Hassan”.. I went & took it.. And next thing I find, another sara was crying.. I found out it was meant for her.. So I gave it to her.. I only wanted to take it for one thing; to go home & give it to mama.. And see her proud of me.. I didn’t know what they were giving out the gifts for.. I’m me.. And I don’t want to be anything other than what I’ve been tryin to be.. One of the saras of heaven.. And all those who want to be a part of it real bad.. Amen.

"I don't have to be anything other
Than the birth of two souls in one

Part of where I'm going, is knowing where I'm coming from

I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn
Am I the only one who noticed?
I can't be the only one who's learned

Can I have everyone's attention please?
If you're not like this and that, you're gonna have to leave
I came from the mountain
The crust of creation
My whole situtaion-made from clay to stone
And now I'm telling everybody

I don't want to be
Anything other that what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do
Is think of me and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms
Wondering what I've got to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me
I don't want to be"

~ Gavin DeGraw ~

؟ot ererhw?

It's not up to us in the end.. Nah ah.. We dream, plan, do & hope, but yet, it eventually turns out the way it was written for it to turn out to be.. It’s like staying here,

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in Cairo.. It wasn’t planned out in the first place.. And then got all planned.. Come on bla bla.. Do so & so.. And leave on bla bla bla & so forth.. Half way through & then the trip supposedly came to it’s planned end.. So we pack & get ready to leave, say goodbyes & find no seats.. Come back unpack & try again.. And again no seats on the plane.. Eventually we end up staying over here for some more unplanned time.. And have those sweet hot dishes.. It was written for us to have them.. And buy those colorful scarves with the most beautiful patterns.. It’s like the other day, we were starving, & so we went round and round looking for a fancy place to eat.. We pass them all by & end up eating some cheap tasty pasta with sauce that was sold on the street :) WoW! Our problem is, we are impatient.. And very doubting.. Every one now walks with their heads looking at all directions & their eyes all over the place.. mjhtcrkytrexydrujhjheuiohgrfvndk;ghifdugkjfdcbngiu.. Whatever it means.. Last night, on the highway, we passed by this cemetery & I was thinking to myself, now what? What? WHAT? Where to? Why the rush? Someone passed away in our building while my fourth cousin came to life.. Welcome Jannah.. Welcome on board.. Hope your stay turns out to be a happy one taking you to the real big Jannah.. Amen.. Funny thing, Egyptians pronounce ja as ga.. They say gannah.. It kills me.. IT’S JANNAH.. And umm Jannah, get well soon :) Abu jannah.. May Allah grant you the strength to take care of jannah & her mama.. Amen.

“The human being is impatient by nature. I will inevitably show you My signs; do not be in such a hurry.”

-- Qur’an 21:37 --

HoMeSiCk

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Is it really that I’m homesick? Is this how it feels like? Well, I feel dry.. Real dry.. Like a rough wooden surface.. It’s like the water of the world wouldn’t soften at least one millimeter of my surface.. And my inside is so thirsty that all it sees & smells is a bunch of mirages.. I miss me.. As I said earlier, home lies within one’s self really more than anything else.. And my being is just molded into something else right now.. I’ve been trying to absorb my surroundings’ attitude, but fail to grasp any logic.. It’s all been beyond logic lately.. But there is this one thing that shook me & brought my heart back to life.. A couple of lines sent to me by my pudding.. He sent a message yesterday that would knock down all love letters ever written : ) .. He sent mama saying: “Mom, please tell sara that I was very worried & anxious last night that I couldn’t sleep at all.. So I went to her bed & felt so at ease that I fell asleep in less than a minute.. Tell her I’m soooo sorry I slept in her bed.. Please accept my apology..” I swear to God this was one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.. You know what pudding? I think as soon as I come I’ll bake you the best cookies ever, inshaAllah.. And fill them with billions of M & Ms.. And you can sleep in my bed until I come back puddingyyyyyyyyyyyyy : )

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"Why do I feel lonely,

when I have You by my side

I am lost, show me the way

it is all fake

it looks so original

so inviting

attractive, true

long lasting

I am off tracks

how me another signal

another then another

I am demanding

just like You

Help me Lord

Show me the way

Dived and drowned out

All tired and lost

Weak and meek

The mask of me

Will fade like the rest

Help me with the ropes

Help me to climb

So I can climb down

This hill called life."

By Momekh..

Messed up!

Oh well.. Cairo.. That’s where I am.. And on daddy’s laptop.. Connected to our telephone’s connection, just like them old days, days when the internet started!! Anyways, I woke up & found myself packing.. & flying high in the sky.. Destination: the land where prophet Joseph has once lived in.. How did it look like back then I wonder! How did it smell like! Sound like! All I’m sure of is that it definitely had a life.. One full of all what life demands of those living it.. Running & running towards things that help you carry on breathing.. All of them now are busy.. Busy living.. Some living the right way.. Some living the wrong way.. And others not knowing where they’re at.. As for me, I can’t stop seeing, smelling & hearing.. It’s all different over here.. The difference is in the ways of fulfilling those needs.. The needs that are the same between us all.. Us humans.. They look different, smell different & sound different.. I feel that my biological clock has stopped.. It’s stuck.. Somewhere between reality & disbelief.. I feel trapped in an airless space unable to get out unless someone pulls me so hard.. Man! This place’s gravity is almost nil.. And it’s lifeless at the moment.. I’m crazy.. So crazy for being so.. For being so lost & for not knowing what I’m writing & what’s the exact purpose of me writing it.. It’s for the first time that I feel I’m truly messing up my blog!! And I swear I’ve never ever done that before.. And it’s freaky.. I’m a freak right now!! So watch out world.. It’s not funny.. Shall I just back space everything? Delete? Umm.. Why not just post & keep a record of my freaking out patterns? Hope it changes soon.. Okay, I’ll post it.. Click!!

All packed..

‘Allaah is the greatest, Allaah is the greatest, Allaah is the greatest, How perfect He is, The One Who has place this (transport) at our service, and we ourselves would not have been capable of that, and to our Lord if our final destiny. O Allaah, we ask You for birr and taqwaa in this journey of ours, and we ask You for deeds which please You. O Allaah, facilitate our journey and let us cover its distance quickly. O Allaah, You are The Companion on the journey and The Successor over the family, O Allaah, I take refuge with You from the difficulties of travel, from having a change of hearts and being in a bad predicament, and I take refuge in You from an ill fated outcome with wealth and family.’

'cuz you love me..

Amoona & I were jumping around & I saw her reeeeeeeeal love for me & how it sparkled in her eyes.. So I break into seriousness, pause everything we

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were doing & ask her.. "Amoona, why do you love satta(me)" She said, "'cuz satta loves me".. A three year old! Who taught her l o v e ? And most importantly who told her who loves her & who doesn't? And us adults ask do they love me!! A three year old knows, WITHOUT BEING TOLD! Deep down we all know the answers to those silly questions.. But still being told makes a difference ;)
Amoona loves ME :)

And the more she lived, the more her breaths turned to sighs..

She thought, the bigger she’ll get, the more she’ll know & the more in charge she’ll be.. Thought seeing the world from a higher level will give her more options.. Believed that she could fly.. Thought her wings would get stronger &
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carry her.. Thought that life would give her more.. More than she was & more than she had.. Thought it all gets better by simply breathing more.. More delight.. More space of her own.. More beautiful vocabulary to be added to her dictionary.. She assumed that she’ll know how to comfort others.. She was positive that the more she’ll live, the more she’ll give.. Thought that she’ll be able to give as much as she wanted to.. Thought no one would have the right of stopping her.. Thought that driving her own life would be done by her & only her.. Thought that the more she’ll love, the healthier she’ll be.. She knew that love, the only thing she recognized, would get her through it all.. And she lived.. Breathed.. And the more she lived, the more her breaths turned to sighs..

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5 BUCKS = REAL LOVE ;)

Mahna Mahna Dearest :)

Ara asked God this:
"Allahuma please, take this prayer from me, be merciful on me and guide me, please, please, 'cause You're the One and Only to take me and be merciful on me".. Ameeeeeeeeeeeeeeen dearest.. Amen. We sometimes foget to ask & mostly, forget who to ask.. Dearest, let me tell you one thing.. Just one thing.. Mahna Mahna ;)

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June-an :)

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June-an,

I'm writing this to let you know how proud I am of you & your inner strength.. I want the world to learn from your harsh experience.. Thinking about you made all this come out:

Between heavens & earth
There lays my faith..

With joy & grace
Wanna end my days..

Though it's easy to say
Yet hard, too hard to play..

When all you sense
Is a big fat tense..

To change it you need
To kill all your greed..

So stand on your feet
& try to defeat..

Those growing seeds
Of them poisonous weeds..

Love always,
sara

Because tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring?

"We both had done the math. Kelly added it all up and... knew she had to let me go. I added it up, and knew that I had... lost her. 'cos I was never gonna get off that island. I was gonna die there, totally alone. I was gonna get sick, or get injured or something. The only choice I had, the only thing I could control was when, and how, and where it was going to happen. So... I made a rope and I went up to the summit, to hang myself. I had to test it, you know? Of course. You know me. And the weight of the log, snapped the limb of the tree, so I-I - , I couldn't even kill myself the way I wanted to. I had power over *nothing*. And that's when this feeling came over me like a warm blanket. I knew, somehow, that I had to stay alive. Somehow. I had to keep breathing. Even though there was no reason to hope. And all my logic said that I would never see this place again. So that's what I did. I stayed alive. I kept breathing. And one day my logic was proven all wrong because the tide came in, and gave me a sail. And now, here I am. I'm back. In Memphis, talking to you. I have ice in my glass... And I've lost her all over again. I'm so sad that I don't have Kelly. But I'm so grateful that she was with me on that island. And I know what I have to do now. I gotta keep breathing. Because tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring?"

Islam 101

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Thank you brother BonsaiSky for this educative brief!

May Allah reward you for all your efforts..

Amen

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On the authority of Umar (may Allah be pleased with him), who said:
One day while we were sitting with the Messenger of Allah (may the blessings and peace of Allah be upon him) there appeared before us a man whose clothes were exceedingly white and whose hair was exceedingly black; no signs of journeying were to be seen on him and none of us knew him. He walked up and sat down by the Prophet (may the blessings and peace of Allah be upon him). Resting his knees against his and placing the palms of his hands on his thighs, he said: O Muhammad, tell me about Islam.

The Messenger of Allah (may the blessings and peace of Allah be upon him) said: Islam is to testify that there is no god but Allah and Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah, to perform the prayers, to pay the zakat, to fast in Ramadan, and to make the pilgrimage to the House if you are able to do so.

He said: You have spoken rightly, and we were amazed at him asking him and saying that he had spoken rightly. He said: Then tell me about iman.

He said: It is to believe in Allah, His angels, His books, His messengers, and the Last Day, and to believe in divine destiny, both the good and the evil thereof. He said: You have spoken rightly.

He said: Then tell me about ihsan.

He said: It is to worship Allah as though you are seeing Him, and while you see Him not yet truly He sees you.

He said: Then tell me about the Hour .

He said: The one questioned about it knows no better than the questioner. He said: Then tell me about its signs.

He said: That the slave-girl will give birth to her mistress and that you will see the barefooted, naked, destitute herdsmen competing in constructing lofty buildings. Then he took himself off and stayed for a time. Then he said: O Umar, do you know who the questioner was? I said: Allah and His Messenger know best. He said: It was Gabriel, who came to you to teach you your religion.

It was related by Muslim.

Shy Mimosa!

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There’s this thing I was told, that I’m not so sure of it’s authenticity.. Well, I was told that when girls are born, they come to the world with their faces facing earth instead of heaven.. And boys the other side.. I was told that girls specifically come out that way so that they’d be covered than revealed!! Dunno how true this is, but I never forgot it.. How beautiful & delicate!!

I remember how I started changing from wearing pants (outside the house) to skirts & then more loose dresses & so forth.. And then from light attractive colors to darker ones.. A lotta people surrounding me criticized me by telling me "you’re young, why trying to look like a 90 year old" .. Well, ‘cuz I’m not supposed to look cute to them men, DUUUUUH!

Let me ask you, how do you girls dare look so beautiful outside, in front of all those eyes?! Looking at my cousin, I see all the answers..

She’s 3 year old now.. My cute li’l amooona :) As I see her growing, I see how she gets more & more conscience about her body.. She slowly, day after day covers up.. When going to the bathroom with satta (me, she calls me satta), she makes sure the door is shut.. Who taught her that? She’s only 3.. Well that’s the instinctive nature that we all choose whether to live by or wipe off..

What happened with those semi-naked girls I see out there, is that they were told: “It’s ok, God loves beauty & he gave you all that to show it off & share it with the world.. Shine on..” Well, NO! He didn’t give it to her to ENTERTAIN MEN.. Na ah!! That’s not given to you to be touched & checked out by them all.. Please learn from MIMOSA.. It’s a plant for God’s sake!! Watch her.. May we stay untouched & clean & live to enjoy all that is HALAL only.. Amen.

How did the world get that far?! A man, long ago, punished himself ‘cuz he laid his eyes on a woman’s heels that showed accidentally under her long dress.. What has happened to men now?! They got used to seeing women’s everything?! How?! They stopped even blushing when seeing a woman’s leg or whatever!! I feel so bad!! For all.. For women who show themselves off, happily.. And feel so bad for men who lost their decency & sense of right & wrong.. Shaking hands has become etiquette between men & women!! If you don’t you’re outdated..

I don’t shake men’s hands.. Simple! It’s HARAM!! Forbidden for a woman to touch any man unless he’s her dad, brother husband, uncle, grandpa etc.. What’s hard to understand?! Respect it, even if you don’t like or agree with it.. Even if it’s strange..

I met with Mr. Derek Culley & his gorgeous wife a month ago.. They’re Irish & not Muslim & so not familiar with any of this (Islamic teachings).. So, I firstly met with his wife.. An amazing sweet creative person.. We had a long chat & then Mr. Derek came.. He put his hand up for a shake & I put forth my pocket (first thing in my hand) & shook his hand with it, instead of my own hand.. He asked me: “why?”.. I explained.. Guess what was his response? He said: “I’m so sorry to put my hand, I didn’t intend for any offense, I never knew this..” And smiled.. I was sooooooooooooo happy by his respectful reaction.. Maybe he doesn’t believe in this being right, but he respected it.. How respectful & decent of him!

We had a great talk about his abstract paintings & my crazy photography interests ;)

What happened to my muslim brothers and sisters? How did they get sooooooo far away?! At the beginning I used to get crazy seeing all this.. Hated it all.. But now, I pity them & pray for them.. May Allah guide us all & keep us on the right straight path, that’s surrounded with a lotta good looking delusions.. Amen.

"My India Is Great"

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Well that’s what I learned from Mr. S. “My India Is Great”.. I’ve always wanted to write about that great encounter I had with him months ago.. Thanks to Maqsood; as he revived the whole thing by writing about India.. I’m so glad you’re proud & belong to where you come from..

Months ago, me was mad.. Real mad while going to the bank to see what took them so long to get things done.. Phone didn’t do much for me.. So while talking to this dude and that dudette, comes Mr. S. & I was like (in my head) who is he & why is he intruding.. And of course had a fast judgment.. He politely introduces himself and takes me to his office.. He thanks me for my patience & calm behavior & tries to handle the matter.. Minutes later I realize that he’s actually a very busy manager and wanted to pay respect due to my respect.. ha ha :) And then started to get things done.. A few days later, I had to go pick some stuff and meet & thank him.. Went into his office & found out that he was one of the best people I’ve ever met.. I noticed the beautiful posters on his office’s walls & the politeness and generosity he had..

He was a poet, we started talking about his writings & a few minutes later he started translating for me his Indian poem titled “My India Is Great”.. It was a BEAUTIFUL poem.. I saw his beautiful Indian handwriting & admired his insistency on writing the poems by hand (not a keyboard) & using only pencils.. And that poem was so beautiful.. I can’t stop saying that.. He’s a Muslim Indian who happens to be very creative..

Firstly, the title comes from the back of public transportation automobiles, a code kinda thing.. He’s told me that in India, on almost every bus or cart, you’d see “My India Is Great” written.. As a Muslim, he wrote how his India is great & not great, from that prospective.. How women pay their dowry (interestingly “mahr” in Indian as in Arabic) :( How many different religions live together.. How spiritual & loving their majorities are like..

That was one of the best talks I’ve ever had.. But the worst part is coming.. Nothing to do with him..

Over here, in this land, the land I was born and brought up in.. The dearest land to my heart, a lotta Indian labors work.. And it breaks my heart how the deeply rooted word Indian resembles something ugly and far away form the reality of it.. It saddens my heart.. And breaks my heart that beside that the word “Indian” is misinterpreted and discriminated against, labors are looked down at.. How handymen are not respected..

I always wondered, why would a worker who builds (or does whatever) or a nanny, who works almost double the hours I work, would get one fourth of what I get, in terms of salary.. ‘Cuz of my degree? You’re telling me that it’s not by hours or efforts? Is it fair? I’m asking, not being sarcastic here.. Really? Who decided that? Allah’s prophets were handymen.. Carpenters, shepherds..

Hindy bala hindy.. A song me & bro made up & used to sing when we were really young..

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Your India Is definitely Great :)

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"no pain no gain"

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The hard way..

Real hard way..

That's how you appreciate..

Get rid of everything?

Nope!

You CAN'T in the first place!

Get through?

That's what you GOTTA do!

"Be strong child… they said;

in the face of any storm

Be brave child… they said;

when the lonely nights are cold
Advice from friends and strangers;

like the matter was all up to me

Put themselves in my shoes;

test how strong and brave they’ll be
There is only so much one can handle;

some shocks too great to comprehend

Must look for the force within;

must believe that time will mend
Holding on to my faith as I face this storm

Praying ever moment for nights less lonely less cold

Brave and Strong I ain’t! I’m just a child growing old."

~ By Juka ~

La vie en rose?

Hell no!

Louis Armstrong fooled me..

BIG TIME!

It's not even funny..

SO?

Use your mind..

It's there for a reason..

And that's where my problem lies!

I do have one though..

It's impossible to float still on the swimming pool's water..

But it's so possible in the sea..

See, it works..

Does it?

So blue?

And why is blue related to sadness?

Unfair!

Where did I go wrong?

Thank you Mr. DECENT man!

Mr. decent man.. Thank You!

Who's Mr. decent man? Well he's this man I met yesterday.. At the assessment center (where we assess people), came this decent man, who would try by all different means to avoid looking at women.. Who would politely lower his gaze.. Who would protect himself & others from the sin of falling in satan's traps.. Who's role model is prophet Josef (peace be upon him).. I'd like to congratulate your wife Mr decent man.. Congratulations sister :) You're husband is

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one of the most decent men I've ever met.. May his inward be as decent as his outward.. May The Preserver protect him & all those who seek protection.. Amen.

Running into S..

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Kooki.. Our kitty.. A mother cat now.. Have I ever mentioned her? Talking to a friend a couple of days ago brought it all back to me.. It's not that I forgot about her or something, she's always there in my pocket.. I see her everyday.. But talking about her is different.. She's not living with us anymore.. As it was found that the increase in our allergy was 'cuz of her! After having her for two years, we had to let go.. Let go! It isn't easy.. Never is & never will be..

Anyhow, that's the case with everything else.. Not the letting go part, but never forgetting.. It's those things that I can never forget.. Like that girl.. I can't remember if I talked about her earlier or not.. But anyways.. Here goes.. In the emergency room, I met this girl and her younger sister, who had those kinda bulging eyes.. I asked "what's her problem?" she said that her sis has a couple of pupils in each eye! And that she sees things multiplied!! She can't climb the stairs properly; as she actually can't see them as they are.. Same with people around here.. Things.. I never forgot that encounter! Months later, I ran into S (the elder sis) & it was weird; as I have talked about her sis to many people trying to make them appreciate what they have.. When I met her, I asked her about her sis & made sure they were better than that terrible state I saw them in.. And S told me that in India, there is this doctor who can help her see as the rest or us.. And they were planning to go there soon.. TODAY, as I was entering the prayer room to pray Asr, I saw a young lady sitting on the floor with her back to me.. I said assalamu alaikum, & asked her "did you already get to pray Asr, or wanna pray it along with me?" Then I look closely, and there she is.. S.. She was shocked & same was I! We didn't even exchange numbers & there we were again running into each other.. Maybe so that I tell you guys about her.. Or to remind myself and my family.. You know what happened to her li'l sis? They found out that there is no cure for her.. She can't do the operation; as they found that those pupils are connected to each lens & if she does the surgery she'll go blind.. Then they gave her some special eye glasses.. That give her headaches..

AlhamduliLah.. People of the world.. BE THANKFUL.. Cummon.. We gotta be thankful.. Some don't like their hair.. Or their whatever..

I'll never forget you girlly.. You're always in my prayers.. You & your family..

While I was in the hospital yesterday, I was thinking to myself while looking at the patients, at least all these people have means to go check on themselves or afford the medicines.. How about others who can't afford to see a doctor.. As an asthmatic, I always thought to myself, how do those poor asthmatics live without the inhaler.. Wish I can afford to give aaaaaaaaaaaaaall those poor asthmatics inhalers.. Wish.. Really wish.. Wish I can make a campaign that would help them.. I've always thought of it..

On the other hand, how about those who have the money of the world, but their diseases are incurable?! Like that li'l girl?!

Kooki.. I remember when I used to come home so sad & she would actually sense that and keep on roaming around my feet.. And then on my lap she goes.. So peacefully.. And wipe my pain away..

But it has to have a meaning right? Running into S? She was to leave the room in moments! SubhanAllah! I was meant to meet her & know about the sad news!

"Pursuit of Cleanliness"

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"Cleanliness is half our deen but if you walk into many of the Masjids, you would have no idea. I figured since there are millions of people are watching, I would do a video covering the topic since its such a big part of Deen."

Ummah Films - Pursuit of Cleanliness