Wednesday, November 08, 2006


I haven't the words to say exactly how I feel probably because it really feels as though my emotions and thoughts are a continious circle that will never die, nor be understood....


Craving for a scent we cannot seem to bear, our hearts are tortured by the smelliness of the air. That hollow sound that some might think is wind, is the sound our souls gusting back and forth like a dangling string. Empty in our hearts we're praying for that guidance with no effort put forth with the world’s luxury’s we're trying to sort. Is it need or it is want?... Most of us do not know, all we can say is that it's best to have financial goal. But it is a goal we set or it a soul consuming event to try and plan ever little share not realizing that if we truly cared we'd see that there’s a solution to our woes. It's and easy resolve but hard to dissolve the grinding society has been digging in our skulls. Taking a moment for some air away from a world twisting about trying to gather as much as it could hold. There's a fear that we have, that poverty will eat us up alive but how can that be if we're enjoying lives luxury. No hunger pangs do we feel or terror when we kneel on the damp earth our only shelter without even a meal. There's a hidden force we cannot see, but if we try to feel it will be understood how true and real it is. Blessings are a funny matter, not so much with laughter but the understanding that one plus one will not equal two. If you give one with patience and good intent you'll find ten times as much be dished out in your plate. It will come but only when it's right, it will be hidden even from the strongest sight. It will embrace you but you must agree to allow yourself to see or you'll just keep on missing the meaning of this life. It's such an easy resolve if only you could know, if only you'd bow your head without counting the money you've made and spent. It's an easy resolve if only you knew that freedom comes in a life when there's eternal gratitude.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Blessed is he ...

There was once a man that lived he had barely enough to give. He had a loving mother and father but not long did they live. With his grandfather's hand to hold he grew into an honest noble man unable to read or write yet he had the greatest of sights; to seek what was right. He was a man of his word trusted and adored but again his strength took a blow as his grandfather was put to rest deep below. A blessed man he was, chosen above all others but see how much he struggled. A blessed man he was but he was beaten black and blue. He had to bury his dear wife and children too. Doesn't it make you wonder why a blessed man had to endure so much? Doesn't it make you see that blessed is he who has to earn eternity? For no soul shall bear a burden more than it could hold, so why do we continue to complain when we haven't a scar to claim? It's easy to see that blessings are not from the things we can touch - blessings are hidden opportunities for our hearts to clutch. Take a moment to reflect, sacrifice your world and the money that gives you comfort and control.....for a blessed man is he whose being projects serenity. A blessed man is he who lives in awareness. A blessed man is he who follows that which our beloved Prophet (peace be upon him) did and that which he struggled to pass to us.
-Shireen (The Stolen Light)

Monday, August 14, 2006

The NEW "Blogger"


Assalamu'alaikum -- Allo -- Hiya -- etc etc a new "blogger" I'm not sure what my first blog is suppose to be. To be honest I haven't really read blogs before, nor am I very familiar with them. Am I suppose to pretend I am talking to myself? Or that I have an audience? ... so many questions I tell you and no answers!!

Okay, so assuming I'm doing this correct, if there is such a way of doing it "correct" I suppose I should give a bit of background on myself. I am 23, living in ONT,Canada, married with 2 little angels....... Masha'Allah :) I am Muslim and extremely proud of it and to clarify my religion stands for peace not violence!!

That kinda felt weird, like I'm advertising myself for no apparent reason. Perhaps I should begin with an explanation of "Eclipse The Stolen Light", oui? .. It's the title of a book I was to have published (my poems) and though it is designed and all it has yet to be published. Eclipse- The stolen light signifies the light in our lives or rather the lack of it. In the womb our first beginings there is no light, and our death our end there is no light and so Eclipse is the middle portion of our life the glimpse of light we see before we vanish with the blink of an eye :) So now you know!
(Not sure who "YOU" is yet..or if there is a you, but anway)

Be warned from the begining, I'm bad at spelling, I hate proofreading and there is no such thing as "puncuation" in my mental dictionary :) My english is not bad, but put it in writing and this is what you get!! Ta-Da! :)

Oh yah one more thing...I'm a rambler...blabber a bit much..... if you haven't already noticed ;)

To conclude my first BLOG (is that the right terminogly or do i just say "post"?) .... a reminder to all:

The invocation of anyone of you is granted (by God) if he does not show impatience (by saying, "I invoked God but my request has not been granted.") -Prophet Muhammad [peace be upon him]

Pray for our hurting world!!