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

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Agony, that's what we're living in.. Wish to get something different soon.. Why are we living in it? Well 'cuz we're normally crazy! And that's 'cuz we're too much! We're almost too much all the time.. Too much of it all.. Too much of love, care, love again, a li'l more care, some extra love mixed with a lotta care & an everlasting love.. And this has resulted in some serious despair that's been occupying our house lately.. Pray that it (torment) would die soon.. Wish I can have this li'l girl's forehead that's clear of any worries.. But sometimes it's impossible to go back to square one.. However, is it true that there could be too much of love and care? And no matter what the answer will be, that's us.. Love & care way toooooooooo much!

"Pencil markings on the room wall
Memories of a child’s growing tall

Child-proof locks and safety pins
A hundred different little things

Packed in boxes and stowed away
To be remembered some other day"

~ By Inji 11/9/2006 ~

PS. That pic up there isn't taken by me.. It's my friend's daughter :) A cutie cutie.. Saja.. That's her name.. Li'l sujy..

^ Blissful Birds ^

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Blissful birds.. They don’t have to test & scan in order to find their right spouse ;) No seriously.. And the best part is, they spend most of their life flying.. Can somebody do that with me? I wonder.. However, for us humans it’s way much more complicated.. For example: Jannah here & Raven here & there.. And me.. Well, there is this bird flying nearby.. So let’s see what the wind will bring along.. BREAKING NEWS -- BRO IS IN TOWN.. After an extremely complex, tough & a dangerous trip.. Welcome back home bro :) Thank you for getting us back to six ;)

A fact for fact: We all do mistakes.. We’re human..

dusty as the handle on the door..

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Oh, how I love coming back home! I just love going back home! I’m a very 'homy' person, as many others describe me.. I could literally stay at home for weeks!

Yesterday, on my hour & a half journey back home, I was staring at the sun & the moon.. Have you ever noticed that when the sun fades, it fades from down & carries on upwards? Like the lower half first, and then gradually, it’s all gone?! And have you ever noticed that at a lotta times, you find mr. moon & mrs. sun in sight at the same time? And I wonder what people think of those dark patches on the moon? Do they like the moon as it it, or wish it was fully white without them patches?

The moon was full yesterday.. And the sky wasn’t clear.. And I almost blacked out! I was so close to fainting & falling.. I tripped in front of all of them men & women.. Everything started getting darker.. I had to shut my eyes for a while.. It’s so bad loosing balance.. But still.. My asthma climbs the charts..

And oh, I also enjoyed seeing that tree standing alone in the desert.. Wonder what it’s story was.. And wonder how is it hanging in there.. Praise the Lord! He willed for it to live & grow.. And wonder if the deja vu I had yesterday, was 'cuz of thinking about what I was doing way too much, as I've been told..

When the night comes, I prefer the world changing all it’s white lights & replace them with those kinda yellow ones.. And if they can’t do that in the streets, then at least in their homes.. Please?

I wonder how are the people, who were in that thrown half burnt car I saw in the middle of the way, doing.. And wonder if I’m a real dummy.. And keep on wondering..

And again, how I love coming back home!

"The prettiest thing

I ever did see

Was lightening from the top of a cloud

Moving through the dark a million miles an hour

With somewhere to be

So why does it seem

Like a picture

Hanging up on someone else's wall

Lately I haven't been myself at all

It's heavy on my mind

I'm dreaming again

Like I've always been

And way down low

I know

The prettiest thing

I ever did see

Was dusty as the handle on the door

Rusty as a nail stuck in the old pine floor

Looks like home to me

I'm dreaming again

Like I've always been

And way down low

I'm thinkin' of the prettiest thing"
~By Norah Jones ~

hAvEgEtHaVeGet!

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Where to start? umm.. This photograph? Alright then.. I’m in love with her.. This li’l girl with the young soul whom I think is surly touched by an angel.. Okay, I gotta tell you something.. It’s not always that my folks get to like what I like or see what I see when it comes to photography.. But this!! My oh my! This sweetie pie broke all rules.. She’s right now on our desktop putting a smile on every one’s face :) Seriously! It’s maybe the beautiful sparkle in her eyes.. Or the innocent warm smile on her lips.. Or oh.. Her cheeky cheeks.. Can’t tell really.. Her simple natural hair.. Praise the Lord for this beauty.. Thank you very much Michael.. I think if I ever meet her, I won’t stop staring at her smile.. I will try to make her happy as long as I can.. And I think when she meets me, she won’t ask me what degree I’m holding.. Or how much my shoes cost.. Or how much I get paid at work.. Aha, now it’s getting to real world talk.. sara is getting her feet on the ground.. sara doesn’t want to.. But she has to..

Well well well.. first real life disgusting scenario.. I’m getting the groceries.. And this really loud family on the isle behind me meet their old friends.. “hello” “heeeeeeey” “good to meet you” “you too, how’s it going? “well, I got my masters degree, in engineering (from this university in the states or canada can't remember)..” “wow, way to go, that’s a blast” “aha thank you thank you..”.. And so goes the super duper superficial relationships.. I wonder why it wasn’t something like: “assalamu alaikum” “walaikum salam, how’s it going” “well great hamduAllah” “hey how’s your fajr prayer going? It’s been falling behind in time and getting too early, it’s a struggle, what do you guys do to catch up with it?” “well, we..”.. or you know, something a li’l higher than the limited low categories that people use in their heads & hearts nowadays to judge other "carbon life forms" as Mohamed refers..

Second more real life disgusting scenario.. He’s playing the Qur’an radio channel in the car.. And driving.. And reciting half way wrong along with the recitor.. And while stopping at the traffic light, comes this almost naked woman on the side pavement talking on her cell phone.. Yeah I had to look.. It’s a weird human being with colors and a lotta skin showing.. So your eyes automatically look.. And then as soon as I figured out that she was an adult female doing all that I turned my head right away, while pitying her and feeling sorry for those who stare at her.. No don’t look at me! Wallahi I didn’t stare! I just had to see what was going on next to the car I'm in! The loud voice, colors hands in the air, loud laughs.. However back to the guy with the Qu’ran playing in his car.. He’s still staring at her.. WHILE HE WAS RECITING QUR’AN.. sara wanted to cry.. Tears kinda condensed.. But didn’t roll down..

Enough with the disgusting scenarios.. Real life scenarios.. I told you I didn’t want to put my feet on the ground.. It’s just that I had to..

Anyhow.. I started this training.. And left work for it.. I was called crazy.. And others disbelieved me.. "You're not getting paid for this training! You already worked and had a salary!".. However.. It's an assessment center training thingy.. It’s so educative & most importantly enlightening.. Seeing all different people.. With different reactions to being tested.. Man! What am I gonna do on the big test? THE ULTIMATE TEST! I always feel this heartbeat that always comforts me.. Ya Allah.. Oh Most Powerful.. Accept me.. And us all.. Amen.

How Mighty is Allah! Today, brother maqsood enlightened me with a beautiful being in Allah’s creation.. The pigeons.. I learnt more about homing pigeons.. How Great ya Allah! Thinking of those pigeons.. I remember the first time my parents told me about them.. And how they delivered letters.. It’s amazing!

It’s nice to contemplate.. It supports you.. Strengthens your belief.. Your faith.. Leanne was talking to me about the bad stuff she’s been exposed to.. They say that seeing bad stuff tells the truth.. And that’s true Leanne..
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"It was a tear, the song of its reflections;
I needed badly to hear it, badly to understand it
I was suddenly cold; the sadness of ashes
I cried not knowing, what wrong I had done.
Will I be able to say it, will you be able to hear it?
The rhythm of my sighs, the symphonies of silences;
As a melody that comes, and goes, and dances;
I cried thousand words, unhappy and tender."
~ by Tariq Ramadan ~

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Well, what can I say.. You can't have it all, can you?

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"As for those who promote the truth, and believe therein, they are the righteous. They will get everything they wish, at their Lord. Such is the reward for the righteous. GOD remits their sinful works, and rewards them generously for their good works."
Qur'an [39: 33-35]
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I just wanna have truth.. Live truth.. Spread truth..

And be righteous..

Thank you blogger’s dashboard for taking all of this..

And thank you for reading..

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"How about getting off of these antibiotics

How about stopping eating when I'm filled up

How about me not blaming you for everything

How about me enjoying the moment for once

How about how good it feels to finally forgive you

How about grieving it all one at a time
How about no longer being masochistic

How about remembering your divinity

How about unabashedly bawling your eyes out

How about not equating death with stopping

Thank you frailty

Thank you consequence

Thank you thank you silence"

~ By Alanis Morissette ~

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Rise or drop?

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"Tracing and placing

Giving one-dimensional boundary

to a multi-dimensional shape

From a form of existence

in this existence no more

Starkly the chalkline reveals

one fact from the case

Where the vessel wound up

in time and in space

Spirit released into limitless sky

Point no finger at me

I have an alibi"

"Chalk" ~ by I don't know who! ~

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Rise Wise

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I don't know whether you'll get my blues or not.. But somehow, I do.. And it really made me view better.. With this, I can see clearly.. Just words! letters really! Anyhow, I'll leave you with my favorite part of the poem (written by I don't know who, who seem to be extremely inspiring):

"From a form of existence ----------> in this existence no more"

"Is plenty! Is enough!"

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"A little bread -- a crust -- a crumb --

A little trust -- a demijohn --

Can keep the soul alive --

Not portly, mind! but breathing -- warm --

Conscious -- as old Napoleon,

The night before the Crown!

A modest lot -- A fame petite --

A brief Campaign of sting and sweet

Is plenty! Is enough!"

~ By Emily Dickinson ~

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I really love you Emily.. I can always relate to you..

& I was born a hundred years after your death..

I've always felt that I've been in your room..

That I've sat on your very own chair..

& looked through your window..

I wonder where you are..

Give him one logical reason..

Today, over here in the U.A.E., in Dubai precisely, a great theft took place.. “GREAT THEFT”! It’s sad.. And I have had a lot to say about that.. But after hearing brother BonsaiSky out, I felt that he said it all in a much better way.. And I think you should hear him out.. May Allah bless you brother BonsaiSky & assist you in all it is that you do for His cause.. Amen.

"HOW DO YOU KNOW NOT TO DO SOMETHING BAD?"

His Princess :)

Why Muslims Pray in Arabic -- By BonsaiSky

i’m it ;)

I’m it, AGAIN.. But this time tagged by nawara :) Dunno if it’s too late though :(


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The Rule: “Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose six people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks!”

So here goes:

1. Things affect me strongly.. ANY thing.. For example, bro coming home from school telling me that a boy (he doesn’t even know) from school fell and broke his arm.. I would worry for long.. And think of his family and everything.. Or sis constantly telling me of her classmate who has some mental difficulties causing him to fall behind in his academic progress (due to his heart being on the right side of his chest) & how the other guys make a fool out of him and always make him cry.. These stuff really affect me.. I could actually cry for people I don’t know.. And remember them every now and then!
The worst part about being affected fast is that, after being affected I stay affected! It takes a while (sometimes looooooong while) to get over that “being affected mood”!
2. I can’t NOT tell mama everything.. EVERYTHING!
3. I give written notes to people surrounding me all the time..They can find them in their bags, floor, wherever!
4. I spend any amount of money I have very very fast.. And I get relieved as soon as I spend it all.. Only not completely relieved as I can’t spend it no more ‘cuz it’s all spent! Spend it in what? Well, 2 main things.. No no, 3 actually.. a. Gifts. b. Perfumes & sprays (whether body sprays or room sprays) c. shoes..
5. I cry so fast.. SO WATCH OUT! So fast!
Last time cried: 5 hours ago..
Reason: She spoke to me in a harsh cold way..
6. I trust people so freaking fast & it’s so freaking scary..
7. I’m the biggest procrastinator I’ve ever met! Just let me explain.. I love finishing things, but don’t know how to! Really.. Maybe it’s that I don’t have faith in myself.. You know what? I think that’s really it! I don’t believe in my self enough that I could complete anything! I’ve never really completed things seriously on my own!
8. I forget all the time! I’M VERY FORGETFUL!
9. Sitting comfortably for me means sitting while keeping my feet in the same level I’m sitting on.. Like it’s very uncomfortable for me to sit on a chair, and just put my feet on the floor.. This means that my feet are on the ground and I’m sitting on a higher level.. It just feels like fighting the gravity.. I feel that the more we go up, the harder it is to fall down.. *BANG* Going down from a first floor, is way different than from the 10th I believe!
10. I always check what people wear in their feet!

And here, I’ll add an extra one for nawara, as I know that I responded to your tag way too late ;) So here goes:
11. Smells DO matter to me.. I could smell everything.. And they affect me big time..

And world, this was li’l sara.. Who’s dying just like everybody else did.. Please do pray for her to make it through..

And oh (almost forgot), here are the six people I'm tagging..
You're it:
Ara
Leanne
Jannah
Lalla Mona
JUNE-AN
Um Nour

Spinning, laughing, dancing

(picture's source)

"Spinning, laughing, dancing

to her favorite song

A little girl with nothing wrong

Is all alone

Eyes wide open

Always hoping for the sun

And she'll sing her song to anyone

that comes along

Fragile as a leaf in autumn

Just fallin' to the ground

Without a sound

Crooked little smile on her face

Tells a tale of grace

That's all her own

Spinning, laughing, dancing to her favorite song

A little girl with nothing wrong

And she's all alone"

~ By Norah Jones ~