<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414</id><updated>2012-02-15T06:27:38.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ECLIPSE ~ The Stolen Light</title><subtitle type='html'>Seeking light's reflection within this temporary state of darkness . . .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-5638440622523738888</id><published>2012-02-14T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T15:05:31.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There you have it.. the music industry.. .. definite stench of evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whitney Houston’s Death and The Secret-Society, Called The Music Industry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted on February 12, 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked by a family member, who knows I’m an occult researcher, to look into Whitney Houston’s death, as being a sacrifice. Now, I don’t usually do too many articles on the Illuminati and their connections with the music industry, because there are thousands of researchers that investigate this sort of thing, but when I looked into this one I figured it was worth sharing my opinions with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get into my research I want to say that I was a Whitney Houston fan and I never judged her as a crackhead, like many others. I know that it is strong people within the music industry and she was definitely one of them. She started out in the Choir and her first solo performance was “Guide Me O Thou Jehova”. Whitney was one of the few entertainers who got a record deal, because of her true talent and not because of connections and affiliations that she had. She paved the way, with her voice and image, for many diva’s that would come after her. Whitney is free from the body and free from the matrix, which means her mission here was complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there is tons of research proving it, many people don’t believe that there is a secret society that controls the music and film industry. This is mostly due to ignorance and those people that make this claim are usually the ones who have done zero research into the topic. They simply make these statements because they don’t want to awaken from their celebrity dream world and that is ok. This is why the owners of the matrix put so much money and time into promoting celebrities, because the celebrities are the stars that keep the matrix alive to billions. Whitney Houston sold over 100 Million records and generated Billions of Federal Reserve notes (dollars), Euro’s, and pounds, for the world rulers. But more important than the money, Whitney Houston represented an image to the world and images in the matrix have to be controlled to their end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the music industry and anytime I involve myself in something I do research to see what I am getting myself into. When I did my research on the music industry I found out that there are 3 major labels that own the Industry and all of the smaller labels within it. These labels are Sony, Universal, and Warner Brothers. Now, what most people don’t realize is that these record labels are all owned by certain Elite families. Just because a company is a publicly traded one doesn’t mean that it can’t be privately owned. A publicly traded company is broken down into three parts, bonds, preferred stocks, and common stocks. A corporation is issued bonds from a bank and it then begins to invest into itself with the banker money. The stocks are issued out,first to the preferred stockholders, and then the general public gets a shot at investing into the stocks, as common stock holders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A corporation is simply a vehicle, called an artificial person in law, that is used to move finance from one place to the next. The bond holders are the true owners of the corporation and as I said above the bond holders are bankers. It is common knowledge that the global Elite run the world through the practice of banking, which is rooted in lending. The Rothschild family are the money manipulators and masters who control banking in Europe and the Rockafeller’s control banking here in the Corporate U.S. Thus, at the end of the day the entertainment industry is controlled and owned by the bankers, just like every other industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that takes place in public is first planned in private through secret societies. This is the way the world has always worked and the music industry is no exception to this. Before a entertainer is given a recording contract they must first be a member of a secret society. A so called X member of the Illuminati, who was a music executive in the 70’s spoke about this publicly, his name was John Todd. According to Todd, every musician and entertainer in the music industry and Hollywood, has to be a initiated wizard or witch before they are offered a recording contract. This is what some writers have called the selling of the soul or light to Lucifer. In his speeches John Todd further demonstrates that after the record is cut and the master is finished, it is then given to a coven of witches and wizards who conjure up a demon. Once the demon is conjured the witches and wizards ask the entity to attach itself to every copy or duplicate that is sold to the public, which guarantees the success of the record and also takes control of the listener. If you want to research Todd’s work in full I have all of his recorded material on MP3 and would be glad to send it to you. (Email me at 13signsastrology@gmail.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point I am making above is that the music industry is a cult and once one gets a record deal they are now an initiate and are a part of the cult for life. Whitney Houston was no exception to this rule and she took the oath back in the 70’s. Once the oath is pledged you become the property of the record labels and the machines and you can NEVER retire. The only way out of the game is death! If you think I’m lying, please email me with one entertainer who has successfully retired from the industry, never to come back again. There is no way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney Houston reached the peak of her career in 1992 when she starred in the film Body Guard, with Kevin Costner. If you notice all of the big entertainers have to do a film when they reach their peak so that they can generate more capital for their masters aka the label. Whitney had a pristine image, for the most part, and this is why many, including myself, respected her. In her music and even in the Body Guard film she played the type of person she was in real life. Little did Whitney know that the people that control the industry love to breakdown the image of pure and clean folks and this is exactly what they set out to do after the Body Guard film. She later starred in Waiting To Exhale and Cinderella, but information began to leak that she was often late for interviews and a no show sometimes. This was around the same time she met and would eventually marry Bobby Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, in the music industry nothing happens without the consent of the label and Whitney meeting and marrying Bobby Brown was no different. The life of an entertainer doesn’t stop when the cameras go off, the entertainment spills over into your personal life, because as I said above, when you sign the deal you are now the property of the labels. The labels allowed Whitney to Marry Bobby Brown and if one does any investigation they will see that her life began to go downhill shortly after. Now I’m not blaming Bobby for Whitney’s fall, because he took the oath and made a deal with the goat just like her, so I believe they used Bobby to make Whitney’s life more interesting and to begin to tarnish her image. Like I said the music industry is not for those who are pure at heart and Whitney was a pure soul indeed! The labels knew what kind of person Bobby was and they knew he would be a good pick for their goals with Whitney. So, the labels began to work rituals based on Bobby and Whitney’s relationship, remember everybody in the game aka the industry plays a part even when the cameras go off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney Houston stated in her interview with Oprah in 2010 that she was attracted to Bobby because he, “took control of her and their relationship, and she liked that.” In reality Bobby was acting as Whitney’s handler, which is a term used in mind control. A handler is one who is used within a mind control experiment to break another and to get them to do what the controllers of the experiment want, this was Bobby’s role. The labels wanted to spice up Whitney’s life aka destroy her pristine image, which they had been targeting since she got into the industry. You may wonder why they would want to do a thing like this, but if you’re not in the industry then you can’t imagine how diabolical the people are who run the show. These people thrive on drama, sex, violence, and drugs. As they say, sex sales! Entertainers are products of the elite and they are treated as such, they (The Elite) don’t give a shit about human values morals and the likes. The people that are behind the scenes are master witches and wizards and their goals are constant control and power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney Houston was addicted to cocaine and she became infamous for this habit. You have to ask you’re self why was she addicted to cocaine, because from a metaphysical point of view, people that use drugs are using them to cover up something. According to her 2010 interview with Oprah, Whitney said, “Bobby would draw eyes all over their home.” Could these be the all seeing eye that depicts Lucifer’s eye within the occult. I already proved above that these people are witches and wizards. She further states that, “Bobby was her drug”, which further proves that she was using the drugs as an escape from her life with Bobby. Whitney wasn’t happy with herself and the way her life was ending up and in the same interview with Oprah she even referred to herself as “the devil.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Bobby Brown’s sister, who would go on drug binges with the couple, “Whitney hallucinates and sees demons when she’s high; she bites and beats herself black-and-blue but blames the devil for the injuries.” Bobby’s sister Tina goes on to say that, Houston sees ‘demons’ everywhere she goes, and beats herself up while saying “The Devil be hitting me.” Tina claimed that drugs have made Whitney so paranoid she sees evil apparitions and once drilled a spy-hole in her bathroom to look for “demons.” She said: “She’ll point to the floor and say, ‘See that demon. I’m telling you somebody’s messing with Bobby.’ She always thinks it’s something to do with Bobby.” She added: “She breaks everything – mirrors, phones, cabinets, appliances.”Now, ask yourself, what’s really going on within the music industry? Is it just drugs or was Whitney demon possessed? Why are all of these celebs hooked on drugs and why are all of these celebs dying young?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney was of no use to the industry anymore because as many of you know she couldn’t sing the way she use to. The drugs and the demons drained her life force, because Whitney was pure and wasn’t built for demonology. Whitney was sacrificed aka thrown from the freedom train, and done away with a day before the Grammy’s as a industry ritual. She was found dead in a bath tub within the hotel of Clive Davis Pre- Grammy Awards party. This was a ritual, just like every other aspect of Whitney’s life. Whitney was born on August the 9th and died on February 11th. (9-11) 9-11 is a numerical code used by the elite to perform human sacrifice rituals and Whitney’s death was no exception. She died a night before the Grammy’s because within the occult one can harness the energy of the deceased to attain the ends of their choice. Whitney’s energy will be used for the awards tonight and this is why the media jumped all over her death before the cause was even discovered. This is a ritual folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last piece of information that I will submit, about the occult connections to the music industry, is Madonna’s performance at the Super Bowl. This performance, by Madonna, was a High priestess ceremony. The costume worn by Madonna speaks volumes as to her rank with the secret society within the music industry. Madonna was interviewed, prior to the Super Bowl, on Anderson Cooper show and she said, “The Superbowl is kind of like the Holy of Holies in America. I’ll come at halfway of the “church experience” and I’m gonna have to deliver a sermon. It’ll have to be very impactful. Don’t take her words for granite, as she is telling you that her performance was a ritual. The Holy of Holy’s is the name of the most sacred place found within Solomon’s Temple. No one was ever permitted to enter the Holy of Holies but the High Priest. This privilege was only granted on the Day of Atonement, to offer the blood of sacrifice and incense before the mercy seat. Whitney Houston was the Blood sacrifice that was offered on the Sabbath day, or Saturday, exactly 7 days after Madonna’s performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it folks. The music industry is really a secret society in disguise and it’s much more than music. If you’re considering being an entertainer do your research and know what you’re getting yourself into. Without knowledge of the occult one doesn’t stand a chance of surviving within the music and film industry. If you enjoy your own self expression and individuality then the industry isn’t for you. Once the deal is made your life will be ritualized and controlled forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By. 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-5803784262899224237</id><published>2012-02-12T15:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T23:52:54.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Truth needs no defense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Standing in it's place is our fitra, hence ..&lt;br /&gt;You may cut me where it hurts most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But falsehood remains your host&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My account is before Allah subhanahu wa'tala alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What's worse than the lie upon another ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Is the belief within oneself supporting, justifying slandering others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But the examples and the experience have been passed on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If Ayesha (radiullahu anha) was to bear such a trial, the reality of man lives on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's disheartening no matter which angle I look at it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I shake my head and wonder how the soul of man can rest at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How do you live with yourself, when you go against what's right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't understand, nor do is there benefit in trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My tests have come and I pray by His Mercy I keep standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Searching for truth bears an ugly reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Life of falsehood encompasses us as the majority walk blindly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i9Q2ko4LUus/TzgfuV994_I/AAAAAAAAANI/hpYpVDTdMsI/s1600/truth+lies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202px" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i9Q2ko4LUus/TzgfuV994_I/AAAAAAAAANI/hpYpVDTdMsI/s320/truth+lies.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;May He the Most Merciful, Compassionate, All Knowing, All Aware, Mighty Lord, Master of All things, Ruler of the Day of Judgement.. MAY HE, Guide us to His Pleasure, make us among the truthful, forgive us for our wrongs, and allow to understand the true reality of life and our actions.... AMEEN, Ya Rabi.. AMEEN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-5803784262899224237?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5803784262899224237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=5803784262899224237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/5803784262899224237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/5803784262899224237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2012/02/truth-needs-no-defense-standing-in-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i9Q2ko4LUus/TzgfuV994_I/AAAAAAAAANI/hpYpVDTdMsI/s72-c/truth+lies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-3138296862474759767</id><published>2012-02-12T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T13:11:06.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Do they think that they will be left alone on saying, 'We believe and that they will not be tested'? For sure we will test them as we have tested those who came before them, to show (them) the truthful of the honest and the liars in their falsehood."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Quran 29:2-3]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-3138296862474759767?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3138296862474759767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=3138296862474759767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3138296862474759767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FKbWCk6OUpc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-7783367672869467352</id><published>2012-02-04T20:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T20:41:22.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Hearts are distracted- Abu Taubah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hpXzEyB8M4A" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jkhCmp3kDFA" frameborder="0" 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Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hpXzEyB8M4A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-6631298966920830323</id><published>2012-02-04T14:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T20:48:30.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Matters Return to HIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It's not meant to be apparent by attire&lt;br /&gt;The beloved Messenger (peace be upon him) wore those clothes &lt;br /&gt;But it can't be seen a symbol of piety&lt;br /&gt;In this day and age, it's only&amp;nbsp;intention that will determine the faith behind it&lt;br /&gt;'Submission' fears being worn on the sleeve, just to be seen&lt;br /&gt;Can't claim to love if you don't choose to live&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can rock a thobe or a kufi ; doesn't signify sincerity&lt;br /&gt;The heart remains a mystery&lt;br /&gt;But actions speak when tests draw out the weak&lt;br /&gt;It's not for one to judge another&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrisy isn't just a disease of our brother&lt;br /&gt;In us may be the the same cover&lt;br /&gt;Repentance is a step in the right direction&lt;br /&gt;Cleansing the heart to commence the forming of a truthful relation&lt;br /&gt;One with our Lord and all that He has prescribed&lt;br /&gt;For us to LIVE ISLAM, for us to abide&lt;br /&gt;There's no pleasure in disobedience&lt;br /&gt;The heart feels it when shaytaan gets near him&lt;br /&gt;I can't get past this feeling&lt;br /&gt;That I really don't know the condition of any being&lt;br /&gt;Looking but what am I suppose to be seeing?&lt;br /&gt;There's no safe pattern&lt;br /&gt;It seems though, that a believer makes truth happen ...&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to determine how&lt;br /&gt;The reality remains that the decision isn't mine anyway&lt;br /&gt;All matters are Decided by Him, I submit and pray it's comfort and truth , one Pleasing to Him that comes my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-6631298966920830323?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6631298966920830323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=6631298966920830323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/6631298966920830323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/6631298966920830323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2012/02/all-matters-return-to-him.html' title='All Matters Return to HIM'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-604106387385873620</id><published>2012-02-03T15:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T15:00:26.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="verse_5145_language_7_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And be not like those who forgot Allah (i.e. became disobedient to Allah) and He caused them to forget their ownselves, (let them to forget to do righteous deeds). Those are the Fasiqun (rebellious, disobedient to Allah)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.[Quran 59:19]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-604106387385873620?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/604106387385873620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=604106387385873620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/604106387385873620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/604106387385873620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2012/02/and-be-not-like-those-who-forgot-allah.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-2093773483565262997</id><published>2012-01-30T13:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T00:02:33.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like it or Not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My sisters I write this because I keep hearing the same riff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm going to say it as it is, so please take a breath in the name of understanding and not emotional standings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Many sisters start to trip when their man says .. "hey I'm looking ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Looking?" she says, as though she doesn't quite know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Yes, looking for number two!" he replies as though it's was in scripted in their lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She's taken a back and it starts ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wife number one thinks she's not good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wife number two thinks she's his dream come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Perhaps you didn't know this so let me clarify ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If he could'a married all four at once he would have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If he could go past four you better believe he'd try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's not because he's a "dog" like society likes to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's the nature of man, God just made him this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just as a woman, we can't help to feel a pinch of jealousy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We're a lioness defending our territory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But the truth remains we're created to comfort and console&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Not to dictate and control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Laws have been laid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He gets up to four, and each should be paid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Paid in equality; shelter, clothes, food; the bare necessities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For a man if he really saw to the needs of his woman/women, there would be little room for insecurity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Somewhere it all got messed up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He decided she'll work nine to five, pants and scarf that will have to be modest enough and that it's fair her rights she gives up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But for him, it's a matter of sin and so he asks that she toughens up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Justice is prescribed upon us all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Look within yourself before you all decide it's worth another family brawl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Success at its best is being selfless in nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If everyone just decided they'd be concerned sincerely for each others akhira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If they both made it about their duty before their Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It would all be in sync&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No one would feel disloyalty, no one would be hurt for they understand their unity....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;All bases would be covered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just the three of them or maybe five ... they'll work it all out with their Iman burning high!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Why choose to give it all up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There's Shirk in loving beyond what Allah has chosen for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Polgyny is our belief and we are obliged to submit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Not through an ultimatum for our hearts are known to Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No man is worth giving up your place in the akhira, for the home of the rebellious is the heat of His Promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Submit, so He will admit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And forget not your worth, for no woman will be the same as you no matter how you cut it up, he'll love and respect your loyal support more than any extra comfort!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Don't consider it competition, this is our way, our complete submission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mypCoAYtbWI/TybanAv62aI/AAAAAAAAANA/2F5nAlHi6ZQ/s1600/71157_149033452163_3282617_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mypCoAYtbWI/TybanAv62aI/AAAAAAAAANA/2F5nAlHi6ZQ/s1600/71157_149033452163_3282617_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Polygny is a concept that has existed and still exists in other cultures and religions before the advent of Islam. The only difference is Islam&amp;nbsp;sets limits and rights for the women invovled. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be a hater just 'cause your ego feels threatened........ just keeping it real!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-2093773483565262997?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2093773483565262997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=2093773483565262997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/2093773483565262997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/2093773483565262997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2012/01/like-it-or-not.html' title='Like it or Not!'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mypCoAYtbWI/TybanAv62aI/AAAAAAAAANA/2F5nAlHi6ZQ/s72-c/71157_149033452163_3282617_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-952314453554943967</id><published>2012-01-30T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T00:20:20.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Abdullah reported Allah's Messenger (may peace be upon him) as saying: &lt;strong&gt;It is obligatory for you to tell the truth, for truth leads to virtue and virtue leads to Paradise, &lt;/strong&gt;and the man who continues to speak the truth and endeavours to tell the truth is eventually recorded as truthful with Allah, and beware of telling of a lie for telling of a lie leads to obscenity and obscenity leads to Hell-Fire, and the person who keeps telling lies and endeavours to tell a lie is recorded as a liar with Allah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muslim :: Book 32 : Hadith 6309&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-952314453554943967?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/952314453554943967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=952314453554943967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/952314453554943967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/952314453554943967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2012/01/abdullah-reported-allahs-messenger-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-2088750162417215193</id><published>2012-01-28T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T18:43:08.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>. . . ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Count your blessings before they're all gone, stressing ain't worth having when it's all in the name of "fun". Forced to look deeper for the reality of life has stung. Where does the path of success lead; we question yet we've have not even begun. Driving in random directions; to our lowly desires we have succumb. The beat of the the beast within; echoing on our tongues. The theft of a thief in bright daylight; our dignity is numb. Robbed and rapped by a chosen fate, stripped by our inability or desire to equip. Or maybe the times are such where we're just all "whipped". Controlled masses, dancing like dervish training classes. In a state of hypnosis, no one seeing how we're on the cold shift, the last bit, frozen by past occurrences we're an ice stick. Every sin that existed we're holdin', yet we think we're rolling. Yelling "I've got the right *beep* ". Never mind vulgar it's a heart in contempt, arrogance it's friend. Deception lies in the lives we call free, yet chained by our own lack of integrity or sincerity. Honor and dignity, basic morals and principals a concept only known as piety, a choice made only when in dire need.Maybe, if we can rise above our greed? How did we come to bleed such an evil existence? How do we sleep when we're harvesting our own resistance? Pray hard for we're losing the purpose of our existence......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-2088750162417215193?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2088750162417215193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=2088750162417215193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/2088750162417215193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/2088750162417215193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='. . . ?'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-2947243886074614530</id><published>2012-01-15T14:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T14:15:34.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The optimist is the one who sees opportunities in their difficulties and the pessimist is the one who sees difficulties in their opportunities".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-2947243886074614530?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2947243886074614530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=2947243886074614530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/2947243886074614530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/2947243886074614530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2012/01/optimist-is-one-who-sees-opportunities.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-5020927980035753787</id><published>2012-01-07T20:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T00:14:18.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The difference between a man and a woman..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A man will start something but often doesn't know how to finish....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&amp;nbsp;a woman on the other hand&amp;nbsp;may appear to&amp;nbsp;finish but never quite stop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So men if you ever give your woman a gift then make sure it's a complete package with love, meaning and HER in mind. Women, when you accept the gift then finish it by appreciating&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;stop there. Do not continue&amp;nbsp;and go on about&amp;nbsp;about how it wasn't finished right (ie. no thought, odd show of love, or lack of HER in mind [too much of&amp;nbsp;HIM in the gift])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-5020927980035753787?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5020927980035753787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=5020927980035753787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/5020927980035753787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/5020927980035753787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2012/01/difference-between-man-and-woman.html' title='The difference between a man and a woman..'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-8750237414601943002</id><published>2012-01-06T16:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T19:59:57.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Age of Entitlement...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really dislike the phrases "I'mah get mine" or "get yours"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What made you entitled to anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't you realized nothing belongs to you ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all belongs to the Almighty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while you're "getting yours" you're neglecting your core; your duty out the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You ain't entitled to heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just 'cause you say you believe, doesn't mean you earned your seat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The seeker will be granted what it's after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll regret how "yours" got you locked out of a blissful hereafter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not about getting what you THINK you deserve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's about striving, about keeping your duty, understanding your responsibility&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Begging and pleading for His Mercy, while purifying yourself for your soul's eternity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reality is we've been brained washed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what is, isn't actually reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we continue thinking that we're making it while maintaining our piety&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got rap songs singing our emotions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it's feeding us poisons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man's destruction comes from his own greed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not satisfied even if he's roofed, clothed and harvesting obesity's seed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gifted with education and riches of a '1st World Nation'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet he's still pushing to "get his"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;............the age of entitlement &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cash flow moves all around me ..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greeeeed, got the betta of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'mah chase it even if I lose my own dignity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta get my mines foo', cause that what I was taught&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dolla dolla billz y'all...........it's hell I bought, for the life of this world I fought.........now I rot.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjZBLZ03W10/TwdmiewxaEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/paYttrjdqmQ/s1600/sense-of-entitlement.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjZBLZ03W10/TwdmiewxaEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/paYttrjdqmQ/s320/sense-of-entitlement.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..........tsssssssss...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-8750237414601943002?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8750237414601943002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=8750237414601943002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8750237414601943002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8750237414601943002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2012/01/age-of-entitlement.html' title='Age of Entitlement...'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjZBLZ03W10/TwdmiewxaEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/paYttrjdqmQ/s72-c/sense-of-entitlement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-6847734569578883450</id><published>2012-01-04T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T18:16:27.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DJ2bwJrpX-E/TwTdFQ0pTtI/AAAAAAAAAMM/NGGFRpEsaHA/s1600/KeatsQuote.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DJ2bwJrpX-E/TwTdFQ0pTtI/AAAAAAAAAMM/NGGFRpEsaHA/s320/KeatsQuote.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You can't find love nor buy love&lt;br /&gt;It isn't in an instant spark - it is only gifted from above&lt;br /&gt;The reality is true love is not an emotion, it's a state of mind&lt;br /&gt;You can only develop it when you understand it&lt;br /&gt;Understanding can only be established with time&lt;br /&gt;For memories of moments aren't enough to form an inscription&lt;br /&gt;It takes trial and sincere sacrificing to earn such a lofty position&lt;br /&gt;If love were to be reached merely by a greeting&lt;br /&gt;We'd find little animosity or hurting&lt;br /&gt;That's only a characteristic of heaven; a blissful eternal abode&lt;br /&gt;Of which "peace be upon you" is exclaimed with affection, with a sincere hold&lt;br /&gt;Love seems to be that ever sought after commodity&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in search of "love" through some type of "click" reaction&lt;br /&gt;How'd that ever work out? It takes a soul content in a state of satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;Boils down to true appreciation&lt;br /&gt;Controlled by ethics and values of our creation &lt;br /&gt;Find one that speaks to your soul by their role&lt;br /&gt;Deal with their shortcomings by reminding yourself of the goodness they hold&lt;br /&gt;For no being is perfect&lt;br /&gt;Their perfection lies in the realization that that's how they're created&lt;br /&gt;Point being is, flaws we all have ... that's inevitable&lt;br /&gt;As long as your soul isn't constantly fighting to stay whole&lt;br /&gt;You've got yourself a time precious pearl forming into gold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LpdidWgTY3s/TwTdVRbSBHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JLityLrwHkA/s1600/helping-hand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LpdidWgTY3s/TwTdVRbSBHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JLityLrwHkA/s320/helping-hand.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-6847734569578883450?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6847734569578883450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=6847734569578883450' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/6847734569578883450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/6847734569578883450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-cant-find-love-nor-buy-love-it-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DJ2bwJrpX-E/TwTdFQ0pTtI/AAAAAAAAAMM/NGGFRpEsaHA/s72-c/KeatsQuote.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-8361888139861259221</id><published>2012-01-01T15:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T15:48:40.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4efVZkgulo/TwDA1fP7ykI/AAAAAAAAAMA/1hdk95Vue_U/s1600/bookdriveflyercl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4efVZkgulo/TwDA1fP7ykI/AAAAAAAAAMA/1hdk95Vue_U/s320/bookdriveflyercl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NRRLZyNF26s" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Details of project:&lt;/span&gt; Collect NEW and USED  books. Islamic and secular books in all subjects. Ages 5 years old to  College students.&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions: Arts and Crafts, Trades, Math, Sciences,  English, Arabic, Mechanics, Computers (current).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="yiv2049317573yui_3_2_0_15_131446857744762"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book drive in YOUR area?&lt;/span&gt; The books will be  shipped from Capitol Heights, Maryland. If you are able to collect books in your  area and ship them either to Maryland (U.S.A), Toronto (Canada), or Zambia  (Africa) please let us know, so I we can direct people to the closest  contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="yiv2049317573yui_3_2_0_15_131446857744762"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How they will be delivered:&lt;/span&gt; Shipped from  Maryland (U.S.A.) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.irhsca.org/"&gt;&lt;span id="yiv1780912691yui_3_2_0_30_1325299200766139"&gt;IRHSCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accepting  cash donations for shipping costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="yiv2049317573yui_3_2_0_15_131446857744762"&gt;&lt;span id="yiv2049317573yui_3_2_0_15_131446857744762"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;  (Maryland):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="yiv1780912691yui_3_2_0_30_1325299200766139"&gt;IRHSCA&lt;br /&gt;Atten: Book Drive&lt;br /&gt;1  Chamber Avenue&lt;br /&gt;Capitol Heights, MD 20743&lt;br /&gt;U.S.A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Contact:  irhsca@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="yiv2049317573yui_3_2_0_15_131446857744762" style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span id="yiv2049317573yui_3_2_0_15_131446857744762"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="yiv2049317573yui_3_2_0_15_131446857744762"&gt;&lt;span id="yiv2049317573yui_3_2_0_15_131446857744762"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;Canadian&lt;/span&gt;  (Ontario):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Contact: amtullah79@yahoo.ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Areas you can  drop books off: Mississauga, Markham, Durham Region&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="yiv2049317573yui_3_2_0_15_131446857744762"&gt;&lt;span id="yiv2049317573yui_3_2_0_15_131446857744762"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc; font-weight: bold;"&gt;U.K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (London):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart Ark Ltd&lt;br /&gt;PO  Box 61244&lt;br /&gt;London N17 1AZ&lt;br /&gt;UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Contact:  info@smartark.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span 1az="" 61244="" ark="" box="" id="yiv2049317573yui_3_2_0_15_131446857744762" london="" ltd="" n17="" po="" smart="" span="" uk=""&gt;&lt;span id="yiv2049317573yui_3_2_0_15_131446857744762"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;Africa&lt;/span&gt;  (Zambia):&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Makeni  Institute Trust&lt;br /&gt;P.O. Box 31721&lt;br /&gt;Lusaka, Zambia&lt;br /&gt;Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b id="yui_3_2_0_19_1325343185628429"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_19_1325343185628428" style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;CUT OFF DATE for all  books is March 1st, 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span id="yiv2049317573yui_3_2_0_15_131446857744762"&gt;&lt;span id="yiv2049317573yui_3_2_0_15_131446857744762"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come  together even if it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; book and donate  to a worthy cause. Knowledge is a great gift, so please donate with good  intentions!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Makeni Institute Trust is a registered charitable  organization: 7000000726808&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please email if you would like a flyer to print out or email to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-8361888139861259221?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8361888139861259221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=8361888139861259221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8361888139861259221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8361888139861259221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2012/01/details-of-project-collect-new-and-used.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4efVZkgulo/TwDA1fP7ykI/AAAAAAAAAMA/1hdk95Vue_U/s72-c/bookdriveflyercl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-8262405690599516592</id><published>2011-12-29T13:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T00:16:42.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Money doesn't talk ... it just whines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At what point did we get it all so confused?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of money being a source of assistance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has become a source of our existence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would be the sense in creating for the purpose of maintaining?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surely our purpose isn't to secure such a temporary fortress?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There has to be more to this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet we run in rings chasing our tails &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making an effort yet we continue to fail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For our duty and our mission remains simply through Submission&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Him who Created us from dust, said "BE" and it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The One Alone, not in need anything, Aware of everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still this knowledge, this truth, some how keeps getting twisted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whispers that are whispered keep enticing us to invest in our lusts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foolish enough even when God PROMISES an increase we plan our own decrease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just doesn't make any sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wealth is gifted not attained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wealth is released for purpose in due measure to ensure we are saved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tested through the dollar or lack of; &amp;nbsp;just means we need to let go and submit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does it really matter? If He Provides what's all the clatter?&lt;/div&gt;Our role remains that we make an effort our goal proclaims that we rely solely on He who is Perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="verse_4110_language_7_content"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do they not know that Allah enlarges the provision for whom He wills, and straitens it (for whom He wills). Verily, in this are signs for the folk who believe!" Quran 39:52&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-8262405690599516592?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8262405690599516592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=8262405690599516592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8262405690599516592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8262405690599516592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/12/money-doesnt-talk-it-just-whines.html' title='Money doesn&apos;t talk ... it just whines'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-1063456429248894210</id><published>2011-12-27T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T16:38:00.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Observe your limits"!! -- reminder for us all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RVYmkLWnZzk" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-1063456429248894210?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1063456429248894210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=1063456429248894210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/1063456429248894210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/1063456429248894210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/12/observe-your-limits-reminder-for-us-all.html' title='&quot;Observe your limits&quot;!! -- reminder for us all!'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RVYmkLWnZzk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-5680403325335103342</id><published>2011-12-26T23:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T19:26:01.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It's gotta go back to basics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take it all off, drop it all down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quit the races&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's rooted in you; with pure intentions guidance is found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People after one another &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nit picking, thumb flicking, air stinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's an open mouth, in a drought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to be replenished but you've got your thoughts caught with the devil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to understand, truth in your effort reflects your stance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it all goes back down to basics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every question, every reply will come from simplicity , with a tear in your eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really all that simple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the devil takes his seat upon every lying victim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's our social standing we're all caught up in the corrupt system&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morality lost , ethics comes last and our understanding of life and death is mismatched&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to balance this extreme perception &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So even at our finest we're weakened in our own deception&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We excuse our stagnation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blame our inability to keep up with our natural inclination &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shame over shameless ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need I remind us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Social change remains a reflection &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we don't have it right inside it's gonna be tight outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we won't ever piece the puzzle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until we realize the basics rule our lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if we just focus our energy on correcting and implementing truth will be clear and will easily turn away the stench of falsehood as it's fermenting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....... yah, there I go venting .. &lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;On the authority of Aboo `Abdillaah an-Nu`maan the son of Basheer (radiAllaahu 'anhumaa), who said: I heard the &lt;em&gt;Messenger of Allaah (sallAllaahu alayhi wa sallam) say&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That which is lawful is clear and that which is unlawful is clear, and between the two of them are doubtful matters about which many people do not know. &lt;em&gt;Thus he who avoids doubtful matters clears himself in regard to his religion and his honour, but he who falls into doubtful matters [eventually] falls into that which is unlawful,&lt;/em&gt; like the shepherd who pastures around a sanctuary, all but grazing therein. Truly every king has a sanctuary, and truly Allaah's sanctuary is His prohibitions. Truly in the body there is a morsel of flesh, which, if it be whole, all the body is whole, and which, if it is diseased, all of [the body] is diseased. Truly, it is the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related by al-Bukhari and Muslim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-5680403325335103342?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5680403325335103342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=5680403325335103342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/5680403325335103342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/5680403325335103342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-gotta-go-back-to-basics-take-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-4479709155669111953</id><published>2011-12-21T23:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T23:33:21.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Command to shun Shirk and lying -Ibn Kathir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quran &lt;strong&gt;22:30 That  and whoever honors the sacred things of Allah, then that is better for him with  his Lord. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cattle are  lawful to you, except those (that will be) mentioned to you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="fbUnderline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So shun the Rijs  of the idols, and shun false speech.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Command to shun Shirk and Lying &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah says: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shun the &lt;strong&gt;Rijis&lt;/strong&gt; of the idols, and shun false speech. &lt;br /&gt;From this it is clear what &lt;strong&gt;Ar-Rijs&lt;/strong&gt; means, i.e., avoid the abomination, which means  idols. &lt;strong&gt;Shirk&lt;/strong&gt; is mentioned in conjunction with  false speech, as in the &lt;strong&gt;Ayah&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say: "(But) the things that my Lord  has indeed forbidden are; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al-Fawahish&lt;/strong&gt; (immoral sins) whether committed openly or  secretly, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sins (of all kinds), &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;unrighteous oppression, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;joining partners with Allah for which  He has given no authority, and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saying things about Allah of which you  have no knowledge''. (7:33)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This includes bearing false witness. &lt;br /&gt;In the Two &lt;strong&gt;Sahihs&lt;/strong&gt;  it was reported  from Abu Bakrah that the Messenger of Allah said: &lt;br /&gt;أَ&lt;br /&gt;Shall I not tell you about the &lt;span class="fbUnderline"&gt;worst  of major sins&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;We said, "Yes, O Messenger of Allah.'' &lt;br /&gt;He said: Associating others with Allah, disobeying one's  parents. &lt;br /&gt;He was reclining, then he sat up and  said: and indeed giving false statements,  and indeed bearing false witness... &lt;br /&gt;and he kept on repeating it until we  wished that he would stop.'' &lt;br /&gt;Imam Ahmad recorded that Khuraym bin  Fatik Al-Asadi said, &lt;br /&gt;"The Messenger of Allah prayed &lt;strong&gt;As-Subh&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;Al-Fajr&lt;/strong&gt;), and when he had finished, he stood up and  said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bearing false witness is on a par with  the association of others with Allah. &lt;br /&gt;Then he recited this &lt;strong&gt;Ayah&lt;/strong&gt;: ...&lt;br /&gt;So shun the &lt;strong&gt;Rijs&lt;/strong&gt; of the idols, and shun lying speech. &lt;strong&gt;Hunafa'&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lillah&lt;/strong&gt;, not  associating partners unto Him;&lt;br /&gt;Allah says: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunafa'  Lillah&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;means, sincerely submitting to Him  Alone, shunning falsehood and seeking the truth. &lt;br /&gt;Allah says: not associating partners unto Him; &lt;br /&gt;Then Allah gives a likeness of the  idolator in his misguidance and being doomed and being far away from true  guidance, and says: and whoever assigns partners to Allah,  it is as if he had fallen from the sky,&lt;br /&gt;meaning, the birds caught him in  midair,for the wind had thrown him to a far  off place. &lt;br /&gt;means, remote and desolate, dangerous  for anyone who lands there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence it says in the &lt;strong&gt;Hadith&lt;/strong&gt; of Al-Bara': &lt;br /&gt;When the angels of death take the soul  of the disbeliever in death, they take his soul up to the heaven, but the gates  of heaven are not opened for him; on the contrary, his soul is thrown down from  there. &lt;br /&gt;Then he recited this &lt;strong&gt;Ayah&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Hadith&lt;/strong&gt; has already been quoted in our explanation of  Surah Ibrahim. &lt;br /&gt;Allah gives another parable of the  idolators in Surah &lt;strong&gt;Al-An`am&lt;/strong&gt;, where He says: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say: &lt;br /&gt;"Shall we invoke others besides Allah,  that can do us neither good nor can harm us, and shall we turn back on our heels  after Allah has guided us -- like one whom the &lt;strong&gt;Shaya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in&lt;/strong&gt; have made to  go astray in the land in confusion, his companions calling him to guidance (saying): `Come to us.''' &lt;br /&gt;Say: "Verily, Allah's guidance is the only  guidance.'' (6:71) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous  30-31&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-4479709155669111953?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4479709155669111953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=4479709155669111953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/4479709155669111953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/4479709155669111953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/12/command-to-shun-shirk-and-lying.html' title='The Command to shun Shirk and lying -Ibn Kathir'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-7586232560673532024</id><published>2011-12-15T07:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T07:10:13.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exaggerated State</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dDEopFB0jWg/TuniymMCgmI/AAAAAAAAAL0/TxA_ujkpG3w/s1600/exaggeration.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="309" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dDEopFB0jWg/TuniymMCgmI/AAAAAAAAAL0/TxA_ujkpG3w/s320/exaggeration.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How did exaggeration become so day-to-day?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I catch myself doing it, embedded into our daily speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The phrases we say, like "I've done it a million times today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Really? No, not literally but that's how it ends up to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What is, isn't actuality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Even within our own being it's a hard catch to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How did truth get distorted so dangerously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Where we've said it so many times we're convinced it's part of our reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Like, "I'm trying my best..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh yah ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If that's the case then you fail in patience for you just complained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For "my best" becomes&amp;nbsp;an excuse; exaggerated and strained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yet for some reason we're convinced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That amidst our test we should raise our flags and give up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The battle internally rages, it's fire fumes in stages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And instead of humbling ourselves we become engulfed in fluff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The fuzzy-ness that we choose to describe our state of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The exaggerated phrases and over the top lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Keep us mentally deluded or in stress arrogance can find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I suffer no less than the rest in my confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Steps to reform I've been told come from acknowledgment and confession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Corrections greatest enemy is the concept of realization&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So I question....... how did our speech become so loose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Where did we come up with the phrases we use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Does it reflect a reality or is it just what society will approve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.........I question, come walk with me in this mental concession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-7586232560673532024?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7586232560673532024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=7586232560673532024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/7586232560673532024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/7586232560673532024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/12/exaggerated-state.html' title='Exaggerated State'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dDEopFB0jWg/TuniymMCgmI/AAAAAAAAAL0/TxA_ujkpG3w/s72-c/exaggeration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-7018921437886030222</id><published>2011-12-10T15:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:16:39.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunar Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;During the Jaahiliyyah, people used to believe that eclipses happened to mark the birth or death of a great person, but the Messenger of Allaah SAWS (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) declared this belief to be false and explained the divine wisdom behind the occurrence of eclipses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaam al-Bukhaari and Muslim narrated that Ibn Mas’ood al-Ansaari said: “the sun was eclipsed the day Ibraaheem the son of the Messenger of Allaah SAWS (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) died, and the people said, ‘The sun is eclipsed because of the death of Ibraaheem.’ The Messenger of Allaah SAWS (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: ‘The sun and the moon are two signs from Allaah, and they do not become eclipsed for the death or the birth of anyone. If you see that, hasten to remember Allaah and to pray.’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Allaah causes eclipses to happen to these two mighty signs, the sun and the moon, to teach His slaves and show them that these things are created and are subject to imperfections and changes just like any other created entities. Thus He shows them His perfect ability and that He alone is deserving of worship, as Allaah says (interpretation of the meaning): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And from among His Signs are the night and the day, and the sun and the moon. Prostrate yourselves not to the sun” nor to the moon, but prostrate yourselves to Allaah Who created them, if you (really) worship Him” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fussilat 41:37)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is He Who made the sun a shining thing and the moon as a light and measured out for it stages that you might know the number of years and the reckoning. Allaah did not create this but in truth. He explains the Ayaat in detail for people who have knowledge.” [Yoonus 10:5]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0MnNHwrXYE/TuO-dX6k1FI/AAAAAAAAALs/rhtn8K49jnU/s1600/382639_10150448309424356_54118219355_8093144_343845495_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="127" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0MnNHwrXYE/TuO-dX6k1FI/AAAAAAAAALs/rhtn8K49jnU/s320/382639_10150448309424356_54118219355_8093144_343845495_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ADMIN [R.S] - Author/compilation Unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-7018921437886030222?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7018921437886030222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=7018921437886030222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/7018921437886030222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/7018921437886030222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/12/lunar-eclipse.html' title='Lunar Eclipse'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0MnNHwrXYE/TuO-dX6k1FI/AAAAAAAAALs/rhtn8K49jnU/s72-c/382639_10150448309424356_54118219355_8093144_343845495_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-8591422180249085420</id><published>2011-12-02T13:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T13:55:01.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people want it all.... I just don't wanna fall......(in the pit of hell, May He Forgive and Protect us..Ameen)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't need to be organized just need to be clean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't need to be wealthy just need to be heedful of your duty before Allah and the rights over you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't need to be educated but need to be hardworking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't need to have extensive Islamic knowledge but need to practice what you know and desire to keep increasing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't need to be popular or well known but the company you keep needs to be among those that truly remember the Meeting with their Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't need to be articulate but need to do what you say and give weight to your words&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to be interesting just need to be true (ie not exaggerate/attention seekers at any expense/negative)&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to be rich but need to control desires and spend within your means&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dont need to own a house but need to consciously choose to not want to battle Allah (ie be involved in interest)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't need to have it all but need not waste what you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't need to be a comedian/joker but need to know how to smile and be Pleased with the blessings you are given&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't need to have charm but need to have good manners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dont need to be perfect but need to be truthful to constantly be striving towards perfection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-8591422180249085420?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8591422180249085420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=8591422180249085420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8591422180249085420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8591422180249085420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/12/some-people-want-it-all-i-just-dont.html' title='Some people want it all.... I just don&apos;t wanna fall......(in the pit of hell, May He Forgive and Protect us..Ameen)'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-7366842890783709646</id><published>2011-12-01T01:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T01:03:11.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9CFzZRTEBWE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-7366842890783709646?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7366842890783709646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=7366842890783709646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/7366842890783709646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/7366842890783709646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9CFzZRTEBWE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-3319321623190690736</id><published>2011-12-01T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T00:58:46.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The beauty of HONESTY ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rjlGiJAegis" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-3319321623190690736?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3319321623190690736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=3319321623190690736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3319321623190690736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3319321623190690736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/11/beauty-of-honesty.html' title='The beauty of HONESTY ...'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rjlGiJAegis/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-8087691241743418004</id><published>2011-11-27T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T14:08:47.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Logic entails that the louder one is the better the listener can hear. However, in actuality it's the whisper that has the listener's attention. Despite passion behind words, it takes the whisper's breeze to effect the mind for violent winds only&amp;nbsp;trigger an&amp;nbsp;automatic&amp;nbsp;in-built storm board installation &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-8087691241743418004?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8087691241743418004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=8087691241743418004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8087691241743418004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8087691241743418004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/11/logic-entails-that-louder-one-is-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-2662050552161424806</id><published>2011-11-26T17:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T02:09:32.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want a simple man that wants Jannah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truly, sincerely loves the truth and holds it down like a solja'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired of all 'em jokers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bearded or not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whethre it's a thobe and a kufi you rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't mean you love the deen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just means you love the clean that you're in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can't seem to judge it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where's the middle line in all of it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not talking about perfection by no means am I that selection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just talking about sincere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do wanna make it there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need him that's struggling and not constantly trying to find loop holes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to use the religion to justify lowly desires, poor decisions, or a weak role&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't need that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just straight goods -&amp;nbsp;keep it real - strive 'til death makes you alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes dedication and hard work to make anything work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you gotta be true to the cause otherwise you're another clause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this fine print I seem to always miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one that says I come before anyone else, ya hear me miss?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yah I'm hearing you, another " I - own , I - matter, I - don't care as long I got what I need, I - I - I "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M TIRED OF IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The selfish putting claim as the righteous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't you heard..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2TeK2MjAqnU/TtFr_AKhcBI/AAAAAAAAALU/Me1SWNHazJE/s1600/298450_287538207934015_281796581841511_1022863_911302961_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2TeK2MjAqnU/TtFr_AKhcBI/AAAAAAAAALU/Me1SWNHazJE/s1600/298450_287538207934015_281796581841511_1022863_911302961_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span id="verse_5215_language_7_content"&gt;So keep your duty to Allah and fear Him as much as you can; listen and obey; and spend in charity, that is better for yourselves. And whosoever is saved from his own covetousness, then they are the successful ones." (Quran 64-16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-2662050552161424806?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2662050552161424806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=2662050552161424806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/2662050552161424806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/2662050552161424806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-just-want-simple-man-that-wants.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2TeK2MjAqnU/TtFr_AKhcBI/AAAAAAAAALU/Me1SWNHazJE/s72-c/298450_287538207934015_281796581841511_1022863_911302961_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-1714941228160633633</id><published>2011-11-26T00:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T16:34:27.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I'm a lil militant in my thinking &lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean I'm down with killing&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't support the bully's beating&lt;br /&gt;And suggest you abort the mentality by rising above his insecurity .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually talking about the concept of our Owner&lt;br /&gt;If we understand our position in relation to the Creator&lt;br /&gt;We'll learn to understand, "I hear and obey"&lt;br /&gt;Not neglecting the lil things&lt;br /&gt;For the Pleasure of Creator is only to be attained by submitting to His Commands&lt;br /&gt;And by that it means if your tie is silk you need to use it for your curtain instead of your noose&lt;br /&gt;If your abaya is tight you need to get a new size that's loose&lt;br /&gt;If your money is right you gotta let it go and purify &lt;br /&gt;If your can't afford to be ballin' you better take a step back and give the bank a slap&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be living right the only solution is to fight the fight&lt;br /&gt;Weapons are knowledge used to increase in good deeds, with righteousness in sight&lt;br /&gt;Losers are us that choose to submit to the pressure of society&lt;br /&gt;Who are we trying please? Let's correct the mentality&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is in submission&lt;br /&gt;And submission is understanding the relation between creation to His Master&lt;br /&gt;Owner of all, we beg of your Mercy, in prostration we fall.... &lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah Forgive us all.. Ameen!&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: For non-silk attractive ties ($32), go to &lt;a href="http://www.jaanj.com/"&gt;http://www.jaanj.com/&lt;/a&gt; (no excuses!! eh) - Obey on Command!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-1714941228160633633?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1714941228160633633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=1714941228160633633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/1714941228160633633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/1714941228160633633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-lil-militant-in-my-thinking-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-1719574635641995956</id><published>2011-11-23T16:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T16:59:05.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;'Abdullaah bin Mas'ood:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Accept the truth even if it's conveyed to you by a layman or someone you dislike. And shun the lie even if it's conveyed to you by someone you love and respect."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;[al-Fawaa-id p. 217]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-1719574635641995956?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1719574635641995956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=1719574635641995956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/1719574635641995956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/1719574635641995956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/11/abdullaah-bin-masood-truth-even-if-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-1998651080185625966</id><published>2011-11-16T11:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T15:22:51.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Deception</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Instead of saying &lt;strong&gt;"I'm lazy"&lt;/strong&gt; we say &lt;strong&gt;"I'm busy"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Instead of saying &lt;strong&gt;"I'm broke"&lt;/strong&gt; we say &lt;strong&gt;"I'm simple"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Instead of saying&lt;strong&gt; "I'm sorry"&lt;/strong&gt; we say &lt;strong&gt;"It wasn't me!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of saying &lt;strong&gt;"I'm fat"&lt;/strong&gt; we say &lt;strong&gt;"I'm curvy or thick"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of saying &lt;strong&gt;"I'm weak"&lt;/strong&gt; we say &lt;strong&gt;"Life is short, live it up"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of saying &lt;strong&gt;"I'm selfish"&lt;/strong&gt; we say &lt;strong&gt;"It's my life"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Instead of counting our &lt;u&gt;blessing&lt;/u&gt; we say &lt;em&gt;"Why is God trying to punish me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Instead of aiming towards &lt;u&gt;bettering ourselves&lt;/u&gt; we say &lt;em&gt;"I am who I am"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Instead of speaking the &lt;u&gt;truth&lt;/u&gt; we say &lt;em&gt;"I'm using discretion for the GREATER good"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Instead of &lt;u&gt;rising to the test&lt;/u&gt; we say &lt;em&gt;"Life is hard, I'm depressed"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Instead of &lt;u&gt;controlling our tongue&lt;/u&gt; we say &lt;em&gt;"I'm independent, I have my own opinions"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Instead of not being &lt;u&gt;wasteful with our money&lt;/u&gt; we say&lt;em&gt; "It's mine, I can do what I want"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Instead of &lt;u&gt;upholding our responsibilities&lt;/u&gt; we say &lt;em&gt;"hey it's more than I had"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Instead of looking at our &lt;u&gt;own faults&lt;/u&gt; we say &lt;em&gt;"did you see what such and such did?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Instead of &lt;u&gt;admitting our wrongs&lt;/u&gt; we say &lt;em&gt;"you don't understand"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Instead of being &lt;u&gt;happy &lt;/u&gt;we say&lt;em&gt; "if only I had ..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instead of building lives we're breaking down ourselves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ydDWeuInqKg/TsPq-db3JFI/AAAAAAAAALM/a5cfuHP6jtA/s1600/51BAB9624A08F563C4FE7F3B9BF9D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="187" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ydDWeuInqKg/TsPq-db3JFI/AAAAAAAAALM/a5cfuHP6jtA/s320/51BAB9624A08F563C4FE7F3B9BF9D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The deception lies within us first regardless of how religious we look, how often we pray, or how much people like us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If we don't learn to confess to the reality of our state&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll be left dumbfounded by the promise of our eternal resting place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It starts now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It starts with our self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It stays there and the rest will come; clear and sincere (Insha'Allah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-1998651080185625966?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1998651080185625966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=1998651080185625966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/1998651080185625966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/1998651080185625966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/11/great-deception.html' title='The Great Deception'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ydDWeuInqKg/TsPq-db3JFI/AAAAAAAAALM/a5cfuHP6jtA/s72-c/51BAB9624A08F563C4FE7F3B9BF9D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-3663530338034214091</id><published>2011-11-15T23:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T23:40:21.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they go hand in hand &lt;br /&gt;The weapon of a warrior&lt;br /&gt;Obeys on command&lt;br /&gt;By righteousness does he stand&lt;br /&gt;Upright,even if it be against himself&lt;br /&gt;Steadfast in patience, encompassed by true wealth&lt;br /&gt;"Who is it that could be an army for you to aid you other than the Most Merciful?" (Quran - 67:20)&lt;br /&gt;I implore you to question the purpose of creation&lt;br /&gt;Step first by internal investigation&lt;br /&gt;Time is ticking&lt;br /&gt;Minds are sticking&lt;br /&gt;Know maintaining truth and justice is part of the test&lt;br /&gt;It's not just bowing your head but upholding what's best&lt;br /&gt;Fear none but the One Witnessing&lt;br /&gt;You are the witnessed&lt;br /&gt;Stay steadfast and be blessed! (Insha'Allah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-3663530338034214091?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3663530338034214091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=3663530338034214091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3663530338034214091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3663530338034214091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/11/truth-and-justice-they-go-hand-in-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-3120848749517231016</id><published>2011-11-07T00:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T23:00:36.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray Hard!! *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Don't sell your soul to the devil - you need not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;God will Provide, but you forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No need to doubt that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Worshipping the ideas of social standing, how is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Don't lower your standard to thinking success if found in that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You got gold don't turn it in for what fools hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Turn your mind back to Him and do as you're told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Don't be a coward to your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Times are getting harder, we're slippin' unless we keep it tight like coal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Burn our flesh but we remain whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Worship He Alone and forgo the chase ; it's a hard roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I feel the tension when I see what society has chose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I try to keep it real but it's hard knowing where this trial goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pray for my progeny and my own soul to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear God, All Power and Might belong to you Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Make us firm, for I know we ain't got the strength to get through this even full grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's a struggle to see truth from lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To stand up against what most question, "why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Livin' in times foretold; I'm feeling it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My heart is shook, I'm seeing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm afraid I may overlook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O' Master,&amp;nbsp;The One, make us firm, teach us, strengthen us by Your Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Don't let us sell our soul to devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Who has us worshipping ideas or making moves that are only socially driven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Keep it real, pray hard, these times are a given ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q8hrVpspz-s/TrdscUHyKWI/AAAAAAAAALE/Fc5Q0AD-qIw/s1600/flower11+DUA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q8hrVpspz-s/TrdscUHyKWI/AAAAAAAAALE/Fc5Q0AD-qIw/s320/flower11+DUA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-3120848749517231016?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3120848749517231016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=3120848749517231016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3120848749517231016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3120848749517231016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/11/pray-hard.html' title='Pray Hard!! *'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q8hrVpspz-s/TrdscUHyKWI/AAAAAAAAALE/Fc5Q0AD-qIw/s72-c/flower11+DUA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-2018859592152035303</id><published>2011-11-05T15:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T06:19:16.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweettooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You get the box mix&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rKkFijuQLjc/TrWPLWUoRRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/X_gSA_euFQE/s1600/IMG_2913.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rKkFijuQLjc/TrWPLWUoRRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/X_gSA_euFQE/s200/IMG_2913.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you get the 'made from scratch' fix&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One's about quantity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other is about quality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm looking for the 'original recipe' type&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not the made from a box hype&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At first glance and at first taste they both seem fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But after some time ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You get a taste of fake in the 'ready made' make&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not about the icing or the sprinkles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause when it rains that's the first that disappears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's gotta be made with the right substance for it to remain as it appears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one worth your while will be known at first bite &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it'll only allow a select few;&amp;nbsp;the committed within its right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's about integrity and standard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's about it's natural purpose vs fast and worthless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One is after truth and the other is after attention&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm after the one with sincere dedication&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most expensive and the best of it's kind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is a tasty and finely crafted find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the type I'm looking for ; the rare score&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I'm willing greet it's worth with my core&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the truth within it, is all I'll see!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-2018859592152035303?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2018859592152035303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=2018859592152035303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/2018859592152035303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/2018859592152035303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-sweettooth.html' title='My Sweettooth'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rKkFijuQLjc/TrWPLWUoRRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/X_gSA_euFQE/s72-c/IMG_2913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-5548953771959330196</id><published>2011-11-03T23:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T23:09:02.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone who complains about the test life has brought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Mqv5W6cf1g/TrNViMrntZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Xp8z8omLfv4/s1600/384698_10150442270936204_552396203_10345825_706039352_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Mqv5W6cf1g/TrNViMrntZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Xp8z8omLfv4/s320/384698_10150442270936204_552396203_10345825_706039352_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Has done themselves two wrongs . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They've lost the lesson the test has taught&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they've lost the blessings meant to be sought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's no other opportunity in life to grow the way you grow through a test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's hard road is designed to make us our best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's this incredible beauty behind it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such as, our capacity is known to Him Alone, although many times we choose to deny it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet in it's midst we're humbled to realize &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where our priorities truly lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it takes hypocrisy within to break us, before it is able to make us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other times we can clearly recognize the signs and rise against the dust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Often when the wind blows over and we catch a glimpse of our reflection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We find ourselves staring back at a different state of creation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If we understood patience is enjoining good regardless of the emotions attached&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we're staring back at a polished diamond, cleansed, without any scratch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If we choose to take what appears the easy way out, where whispers and emotions dictate our road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we're staring back at a diamond discolouring, losing it's clarity; it's value no longer does it hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of the day, if you choose to to contemplate you'll realize where the benefit lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you'll force yourself to submit and sincerely try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..... There's good in all, just keep your cup half full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At some point in life every being will fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The point is to turn back to Him, Who Controls all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He Knows despite what others say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's got you covered -&amp;nbsp;make today, a new day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;______________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SEEKING REFUGE FROM EVILS AS-SAHEEHAH (no. 3137): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaam at-Tabaraanee reported in „ad-Du`aa·‟ (3/1425/1339) from a hadeeth of Aboo Hurairah -&lt;br /&gt;radiyallaahu 'anhu - who said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From his  supplications was: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[O Allaah! I seek Your refuge from having an evil neighbour, and from having a wife who turns my hair grey before the time of grey hair, and from having a child who is a lord over me, and from wealth which becomes a punishment upon me, and from having a close friend who is deceitful: whose eye watches me and his heart is mindful of me: such that if he sees something good from me he conceals it, and if he sees something evil from me he broadcasts it.]" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Shaikh al-Albaanee -rahimahullaah- said: "This chain of narration is good..."] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Translated by Aboo Talhah Daawood ibn Ronald Burbank] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the week: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In spite of the difficulities that "may" occur in the path of loving one another, love does not hurt". "Love is not painful, deceitful or manipulative"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-5548953771959330196?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5548953771959330196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=5548953771959330196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/5548953771959330196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/5548953771959330196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/11/anyone-who-complains-about-test-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Mqv5W6cf1g/TrNViMrntZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Xp8z8omLfv4/s72-c/384698_10150442270936204_552396203_10345825_706039352_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-1607126796319592873</id><published>2011-10-30T14:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T02:51:31.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's to me I speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It's really hard to reach your potential&lt;br /&gt;Without the support of a righteous, loving individual&lt;br /&gt;Normally that entails your spouse&lt;br /&gt;For they are aware of your weaknesses and your bouts&lt;br /&gt;They're able to refute your retort&lt;br /&gt;Before you become blameworthy for magnifying your worth&lt;br /&gt;It's that time where we're barely making it&lt;br /&gt;If we look deep we'd probably recognize that most of the time we're faking it&lt;br /&gt;It a struggle to stay sincere, for the path of light is being blurred by our own darkness&lt;br /&gt;Our own weakness&lt;br /&gt;Where we succumb to the mentalities around us &lt;br /&gt;And though it doesn't feel like it should be our fault, it really is&lt;br /&gt;We've got guidance, but we're too selfish to acknowledge the truth&lt;br /&gt;I speak to myself before I speak to you&lt;br /&gt;I know I NEED to do better but I've got every excuse&lt;br /&gt;Complaining instead of maintaining, whining instead of timing&lt;br /&gt;It's no one to blame but ourselves&lt;br /&gt;It's no one to fix but ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Its start is from within and stays that way &lt;br /&gt;If our focus drifts our hearts will sway &lt;br /&gt;The message spreads like wild fire when the inside is not a liar&lt;br /&gt;It's the toughest battle to be beat&lt;br /&gt;An upright condition of our hearts we need to seek &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......... It's to me I speak&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;.......... It's to me I speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j-WcYv3pfA0/Tq2X7EHEsnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-FIciACoO5A/s1600/19048_1342734898238_1527183023_30841465_8014933_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j-WcYv3pfA0/Tq2X7EHEsnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-FIciACoO5A/s320/19048_1342734898238_1527183023_30841465_8014933_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-1607126796319592873?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1607126796319592873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=1607126796319592873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/1607126796319592873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/1607126796319592873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-to-me-i-speak.html' title='It&apos;s to me I speak'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j-WcYv3pfA0/Tq2X7EHEsnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-FIciACoO5A/s72-c/19048_1342734898238_1527183023_30841465_8014933_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-4300637222362197750</id><published>2011-10-27T17:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T17:41:45.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your objective?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span id="verse_5962_language_7_content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What's your objective I wish you'd say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Understand your thoughts, I encourage you not to delay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We live wandering unsure of our moves&lt;br /&gt;There's no point in doing it, if you don't know why you do what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So ask yourself, every 'lil while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What's the objective?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What am I trying to achieve , what I am I hoping to receive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's crucial that we keep ourselves in check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Everyday needs to be a day to reflect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If we don't, we leave an open door for Shaytaan to whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He's an open enemy to the believer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If you deny this reality you're denying the truth from the All Seer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Protect your heart and home from the evil creeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Know your mind and purify your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Successful is he who purifies himself" &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Quran speaks wisdom; let's apply to self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Woe to he who recites but does not contemplate" &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Even the Prophets used to meditate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We need to learn to condition ourselves to be reflective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, I ask again... what's your objective?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)&lt;br /&gt;Indeed whosoever purifies himself shall achieve success" ( Quran 87:14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verily! In the creation of the heavens and the earth, and in the alternation of night and day, there are indeed signs for men of understanding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those who remember Allah (always, and in prayers) standing, sitting, and lying down on their sides, and think deeply about the creation of the heavens and the earth, (saying): "Our Lord! You have not created (all) this without purpose, glory to You! (Exalted be You above all that they associate with You as partners). Give us salvation from the torment of the Fire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surah al-Imran: 190-191&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The below is extracted from ibn Katheer's tafseer of the above ayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وقال الحسن عن عامر بن عبد قيس، قال: سمعت غير واحد ولا اثنين ولا ثلاثة من أصحاب النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم يقولون: إن ضياء الإيمان أو نور الإيمان التفكر&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aamir ibn Abd Qais stated," I heard more than one, two or three of the Companions of the Prophet (SAW) say, &lt;em&gt;"The lamp of faith or the light of faith is al-tafakkur (contemplation and reflection.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibn Marduwyah recorded that `Ata' said, "I, Ibn `Umar and `Ubayd bin `Umayr went to `A'ishah and entered her room, and there was a screen between us and her. She said, `O `Ubayd! What prevents you from visiting us'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, `What the poet said, `Visit every once in a while, and you will be loved more.' Ibn `Umar said, `Tell us about the most unusual thing you witnessed from the Messenger of Allah .' She cried and said, `All his matters were amazing. On night, he came close to me until his skin touched my skin and said, `Let me worship my Lord.' I said, `By Allah I love your being close to me. I also love that you worship your Lord.' He used the water-skin and performed ablution, but did not use too much water. He then stood up in prayer and cried until his beard became wet. He prostrated and cried until he made the ground wet. He then laid down on his side and cried. When Bilal came to alert the Prophet for the Dawn prayer, he said, `O Messenger of Allah! What makes you cry, while Allah has forgiven you your previous and latter sins' He said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«وَيْحَكَ يَا بِلَالُ، وَمَا يَمْنَعُنِي أَنْ أَبْكِيَ، وَقَدْ أُنْزِلَ عَلَيَّ فِي هذِهِ اللَّيْلَة»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O Bilal! What prevents me from crying, when this night, this Ayah was revealed to me,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[إِنَّ فِى خَلْقِ السَّمَـوَتِ وَالاٌّرْضِ وَاخْتِلَـفِ الَّيْلِ وَالنَّهَارِ لاّيَـتٍ لاٌّوْلِى الاٌّلْبَـبِ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Verily, in the creation of the heavens and the earth, and in the alternation of night and day, there are indeed signs for men of understanding.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«وَيْلٌ لِمَنْ قَرَأَهَا وَلَمْ يَتَفَكَّرْ فِيهَا»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Woe to he who recites it but does not contemplate it.).''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-4300637222362197750?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4300637222362197750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=4300637222362197750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/4300637222362197750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/4300637222362197750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/10/whats-your-objective.html' title='What&apos;s your objective?'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-6413837476227229865</id><published>2011-10-25T12:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T02:18:41.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah how I miss you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;The greenery of your warm embrace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sweet smell upon your every resting place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The time we kicked it together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the company of the likes of each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No animosity or hatred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In truth we were bound together, submitted; it was sacred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How I miss you.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your beauty none can surpass &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The comfort and peace that no amount of wealth can ever amass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know we aren't meant to be separated for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know we'll be united again; in your warmth I belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's going to take an effort or I'd risk losing out on the opportunity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Prayers, charity, duty - submitting, faithful and willing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Seeking the reward of the All Knowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;How I miss you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;My first home ... P-A-R-A-D-I-S-E pray for my return&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your perfection, your Promise of Allah's Protection ; you,&amp;nbsp;how I yearn! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n_gJF8mT2Ik/TqbnzZZ0iVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/vghhxnnV-Is/s1600/green_paradise_by_nigeno-d2zqqp4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n_gJF8mT2Ik/TqbnzZZ0iVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/vghhxnnV-Is/s320/green_paradise_by_nigeno-d2zqqp4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-6413837476227229865?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6413837476227229865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=6413837476227229865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/6413837476227229865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/6413837476227229865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/10/ah-how-i-miss-you-greenery-of-your-warm.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n_gJF8mT2Ik/TqbnzZZ0iVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/vghhxnnV-Is/s72-c/green_paradise_by_nigeno-d2zqqp4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-8496923652330463049</id><published>2011-10-25T01:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T12:51:25.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I got burned enough times to start feelin' heat before the fire &lt;br /&gt;I heard enough lies to start sensing the tongue from the unsuspected liar&lt;br /&gt;I fallen one too many times to put my trust in any other than my Protector&lt;br /&gt;I've seen how falsehood destroys to come to cherish and love truth&lt;br /&gt;I've watched how selfish deploys to come to resent its abuse&lt;br /&gt;But despite all life has taught&lt;br /&gt;And that knowledge is experience before it's sought&lt;br /&gt;I realize that my confidence is a disguise&lt;br /&gt;And in trying to let go, the more I don't know&lt;br /&gt;My mind rests, assured, and knowing&lt;br /&gt;That I know nothing of anything &lt;br /&gt;Truly learning the beauty of placing my trust in Him&lt;br /&gt;Trying, though not free from faulting&lt;br /&gt;Submitting, though ever in need of Forgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-8496923652330463049?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-178279261561752526</id><published>2011-10-23T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T11:11:18.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If you ask me my standing know that I am a ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SzbPkRzeWzM/TqQuL-NvPVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/n_zfxHrs7WA/s1600/asma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SzbPkRzeWzM/TqQuL-NvPVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/n_zfxHrs7WA/s200/asma.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Servant of my Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Laborer&amp;nbsp;for my children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Queen of my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Owner of nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Stranger to the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Solider for the hereafter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Shield for my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dagger for my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Controlled by He Alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In His Name I begin, in His name I part (Insha'Allah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-178279261561752526?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/178279261561752526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=178279261561752526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/178279261561752526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/178279261561752526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-you-ask-me-my-standing-know-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SzbPkRzeWzM/TqQuL-NvPVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/n_zfxHrs7WA/s72-c/asma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-7100836310154657503</id><published>2011-10-21T18:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T11:13:57.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Enough!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's not enough to love it if you don't hate the reverse of it ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm not talking about the people for we are all ever changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm talking about values, their worth is never degressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You can't claim to love honesty and not want know the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You can't claim to love integrity and be one to let loose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You can't claim to love consideration when you're selfish in your relations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You can't claim to love modesty when your actions are in arrogance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's not enough to hate if you don't love the reverse of it ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm not talking about the people for we are all ever changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm talking about honor, it's value established at our hardest hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You can't claim to hate slander when you choose to do it in your anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You can't claim to hate showing off when you choose to do it when people scoff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You can't claim to hate anger when you choose release for a false sense of power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You can't claim to hate a liar when you use it to justify actions or avoid your self inflicted fire(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oxmw-0LZmsw/TqHtsBx4EbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/cYpjZQV-l6c/s1600/313927_257585370951023_131437750232453_731047_1906851129_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; height: 202px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 151px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oxmw-0LZmsw/TqHtsBx4EbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/cYpjZQV-l6c/s200/313927_257585370951023_131437750232453_731047_1906851129_n.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It's the hypocrisy within us all; that constantly needs to be checked. We aren't void of error but our wrongs aren't justified by blaming one another. It's upon us to dig within us, and go deeper. Correct our wrongs and not allow lessons in life to break us but make us stronger! Insha'Allah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-7100836310154657503?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7100836310154657503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=7100836310154657503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/7100836310154657503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/7100836310154657503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-not-enough.html' title='It&apos;s Not Enough!'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oxmw-0LZmsw/TqHtsBx4EbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/cYpjZQV-l6c/s72-c/313927_257585370951023_131437750232453_731047_1906851129_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-3448725880442369573</id><published>2011-10-21T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:16:07.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything in life has a lesson ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Don't allow another to justify their disrespect towards you by acting in a similar manner or worse. Rise above and teach the ignorant through kindness. Or turn away and ignore the arrogant with dignity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;- me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(taken from the example of Prophet Muhammad &lt;em&gt;peace be upon him&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-3448725880442369573?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3448725880442369573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=3448725880442369573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3448725880442369573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3448725880442369573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/10/everything-in-life-has-lesson.html' title='Everything in life has a lesson ...'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-8305547812205751878</id><published>2011-10-17T22:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T23:03:33.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmA32YE8P1c/TpzsNQeR29I/AAAAAAAAAKE/XbsJJ0laqDs/s1600/75722_471156026536_503281536_5995941_8356713_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmA32YE8P1c/TpzsNQeR29I/AAAAAAAAAKE/XbsJJ0laqDs/s320/75722_471156026536_503281536_5995941_8356713_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We were raised with the ideal even if we came from a home which wasn't that. Hard lessons teach us to keep it real, even though society is still chasing after that. I've learned to understand that even if I bought the whole world I cannot make the wrongs inflicted upon the wronged right. I cannot fix the mistakes that leave others in a difficult place, because I am not the one in control. At one point I thought I could at least try to make it better, attempt for the "next best thing" but this I also realized isn't in firm standing. Just as you cannot make a wolf eat a flower instead of the little rabbit shivering beneath it's power, you cannot make the blind see his reflection or the deaf hear his voice.....it's not in my control. For some reason I was born with this fire to make right what seems wrong, this yearning desire that if I try, if I really really try it'll be alright. But ...it's not in my control. What might appear good may not be and so really I don't own true reality, I just submit knowing the All Knowing is taking care of me. My duty is where I land, if I'm pardoned early for death to take my hand, I welcome that stand provided HE is Pleased with me. At one point I wasn't sure if I'd like to go Home, leaving behind those that I thought I own. Though I carried them for 9 months and a scar remains forever upon me they remain a duty. And so when I'm called back to the Almighty, I know they'll be safe, and He'll appoint for them a better place even if it isn't the ideal. And it'd be a lie if I said that I'd cry from my depth if they parted from me to&amp;nbsp;a blissful eternity because that's a dream come true. That's the objective to have my babies for eternity, peacefully, so what's the true reality of the love of a mother? And if God willed for them to die later, I pray it's only to increase them in honor.&amp;nbsp;The ideal of being the sole source of joy or affection to one man, is not even up for discussion. The concept is beyond me now, I don't even see how that can be ideal even in fiction it remains a contradiction. But I remain with the reality of my duty, so yes a single mother I'll always be. There's no making that "right" or fixing the wrong, it's just strength God will send down (Insha'Allah). Though I have a lot to learn in this vast world, the touch of knowledge that has caressed me is one that I hold on to firmly. I've held enough doors open to know a woman is her own Queen. I've let go of enough friendships to know that by attaching yourself you'll only suffer the glitch. I've thrown enough fits and spoken enough words to know that I don't control the heart of any being. I've walked enough roads to know what you're told isn't worth a gram of gold. I've looked in enough eyes of a child to realize that I have three that's my primary responsiblity and that I will not let any human dare take that from me; regardless of where they stand in position to me. I remain answerable to ONE, duty bound to some but never at the expense of what God has left within my hands, within my control. There will come a time I must let go, the results unknown....not in my control. So I trek through life.....duty bound and no more. That's the objective, the goal, the path, my role, and if I'm graced with the opportunity to be a wife that's the stance I take. Until I get HOME, where the "ideal" is mine, I'm gonna keep it real, and know in the end Insha'Allah with His Guidance, I'll be fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-8305547812205751878?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8305547812205751878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=8305547812205751878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8305547812205751878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8305547812205751878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-were-raised-with-ideal-even-if-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmA32YE8P1c/TpzsNQeR29I/AAAAAAAAAKE/XbsJJ0laqDs/s72-c/75722_471156026536_503281536_5995941_8356713_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-3116389983129516650</id><published>2011-10-15T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T13:28:03.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The epitome of love, for either oneself or others is to sincerely be concerned for your or their hereafter; even to the extent of scarificing oneself in attempts to acheive the best of it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YcfiXZdHto8/TpnCY_exo9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uBQ74XdhfrQ/s1600/295871_1926027403797_1635526538_1608983_984032107_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YcfiXZdHto8/TpnCY_exo9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uBQ74XdhfrQ/s1600/295871_1926027403797_1635526538_1608983_984032107_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-3116389983129516650?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3116389983129516650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=3116389983129516650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3116389983129516650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3116389983129516650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/10/epitome-of-love-for-either-oneself-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YcfiXZdHto8/TpnCY_exo9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uBQ74XdhfrQ/s72-c/295871_1926027403797_1635526538_1608983_984032107_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-76752186187719177</id><published>2011-10-14T03:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T03:32:44.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PsqCWo7L4EQ/Tpfj-4Qv0eI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XisSuXC7dkM/s1600/321296_10150328371817857_663172856_8189554_575385120_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PsqCWo7L4EQ/Tpfj-4Qv0eI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XisSuXC7dkM/s1600/321296_10150328371817857_663172856_8189554_575385120_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What's happening to the world that we're livin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Open prostitution and ain't nobody blinkin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Worse than a whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now it's about keepin' score&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I cannot imagine the Creator being Pleased with His Creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Challenging His every command in the name of 'liberation'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;All it is now is just "religion"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When you're "ready" then go be a pigeon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What happened to submission?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How did this all turn upside down, making obedience an option&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What was sent as a purification, a guidance for creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Is no longer viewed as its perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Good made to be evil, and evil made to be good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's like the Dajjal is already upon us, deceiving us, making us a fool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And it's all good 'cause society makes us feel "cool"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's a deceptive reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What is, isn't actuality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We're just getting worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Days are numbered, we're living the last years ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;... I ain't got the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let's just open the Quran and contemplate a verse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;May Allah bestow is infinite Mercy upon us, may He Forgive us ALL, strengthen us , guide us, protect us, show us the straight way, the way on which He has bestowed His Grace not of whose portion is wrath...... AMEEN.. AMEEN.. AMEEN YA RABI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-76752186187719177?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/76752186187719177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=76752186187719177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/76752186187719177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/76752186187719177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/10/whats-happening-to-world-that-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PsqCWo7L4EQ/Tpfj-4Qv0eI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XisSuXC7dkM/s72-c/321296_10150328371817857_663172856_8189554_575385120_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-8766025240592196009</id><published>2011-10-13T03:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T03:44:20.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O ' Enemy of Mine</title><content type='html'>I write to you O'enemy&lt;br /&gt;For I don't want you to have any part of me&lt;br /&gt;So I begin, O'Shaytaan&lt;br /&gt;What have you done now that you spend eternity trying to inflict harm?&lt;br /&gt;Was it too much, you had to give in to your ego?&lt;br /&gt;Was it worth it spending your life's work tryin' to be your own hero?&lt;br /&gt;Really though, look at how you chose to go&lt;br /&gt;Been gifted by He, Graced in a land of eternity&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't enough, you've given up your serenity&lt;br /&gt;Aimin' in trying to breed animosity&lt;br /&gt;Spreading evil through a society by making good seem an atrocity&lt;br /&gt;And I ask myself, what's become of us?&lt;br /&gt;Entwined within our hearts is jealousy and nafs&lt;br /&gt;"Want for your brother what you want for yourself"&lt;br /&gt;Successful is he saved from his own greed, his own needs&lt;br /&gt;Shaytaan missed this one and its results are thus&lt;br /&gt;Empty in the soul for it's sold to hold the world's gold&lt;br /&gt;Knowing full well though, there isn't anything in comparison to what's been told&lt;br /&gt;The Paradise an unimaginable site, yah I'd hate to miss out on that too&lt;br /&gt;So I get why you do what you feel gotta do &lt;br /&gt;If you gonna be a hate'a you're doing a fine job of it&lt;br /&gt;Spinning whispers of anger, the attention hungry, stolen wealthy; desires plenty&lt;br /&gt;Limitations are upon the believers for this life isn't what's to grieve over&lt;br /&gt;What you're offering Shaytaan, ain't seem much when you actually review the cover&lt;br /&gt;It's like a pretty picture, and nothing else when you turn it over&lt;br /&gt;An image embedded in the mind, a lottery card telling you what you'll win&lt;br /&gt;And if you give in?&lt;br /&gt;You'll keep turning it over 'n over again&lt;br /&gt;To find the same thing, looking, to find nothing, forgetting ...&lt;br /&gt;Tricked into the devils lesson&lt;br /&gt;Class 101, take away the ability to think&lt;br /&gt;By this Shaytaan, you guarantee your win to sink&lt;br /&gt;To the pit of the hell&lt;br /&gt;For the lesson is in the devil's wail........it comes in truth ...&lt;br /&gt;Words of the Almighty, plant our roots -"Woe to he to recites but does not contemplate"&lt;br /&gt;Make it your goal, make it your fate.&lt;br /&gt;O' enemy of mine, you can't touch me for Power belongs entirely to the Almighty&lt;br /&gt;Your mirage is a broken glass&lt;br /&gt;For it's truth remains and falsehood will never last!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-8766025240592196009?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8766025240592196009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=8766025240592196009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8766025240592196009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8766025240592196009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-enemy-of-mine.html' title='O &apos; Enemy of Mine'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-4751363074690607557</id><published>2011-09-11T05:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T05:18:19.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seize It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Each and every day passes us&lt;br /&gt;End'a time; it's going fast enough&lt;br /&gt;Everyday brings a lesson &lt;br /&gt;The mind needs to question&lt;br /&gt;And so I ask, what am I to learn?&lt;br /&gt;Days are gone, what do I truly yearn?&lt;br /&gt;I find myself in a mix of up and down&lt;br /&gt;Forcing myself to 'hold it down'&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mean I'm trying to clown&lt;br /&gt;But I want it to be a productive life&lt;br /&gt;Not to end in strife&lt;br /&gt;But a 'want' isn't enough to call it an action&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's a desire that only holds the conscience's attraction&lt;br /&gt;No more than stalling the mind . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyday has a lesson&lt;br /&gt;We need to constantly question&lt;br /&gt;Life's works has reason&lt;br /&gt;Seize it to Please Him&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-4751363074690607557?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4751363074690607557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=4751363074690607557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/4751363074690607557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/4751363074690607557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/09/seize-it.html' title='Seize It!'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-3171330495146279720</id><published>2011-09-04T23:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T23:44:23.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AMEEN!! AMEEN!! AMEEN!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8Xacm_zp-dw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-3171330495146279720?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3171330495146279720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=3171330495146279720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3171330495146279720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3171330495146279720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/09/ameen-ameen-ameen.html' title='AMEEN!! AMEEN!! AMEEN!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8Xacm_zp-dw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-6743443106164060588</id><published>2011-08-25T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T16:43:21.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-10CT5QFeKrs/TlazifKYO3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/j4Vec0nP_cI/s1600/perishednations.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-10CT5QFeKrs/TlazifKYO3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/j4Vec0nP_cI/s1600/perishednations.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's the nemesis of our own arm&lt;br /&gt;Inflicting our own harm&lt;br /&gt;World in chaos , suffering it's own loss&lt;br /&gt;Self destructing&lt;br /&gt;Past is reconstructing&lt;br /&gt;Overview of the Thamud and 'Aad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_tcizmo="136"&gt;Overview of the Firaun and Nuh's Ark&lt;/div&gt;Depths of destruction, flooded and shook&lt;br /&gt;The people mistook&lt;br /&gt;Their arrogance lead to depths of negligence&lt;br /&gt;Their defiance lead them to their own death sentence&lt;br /&gt;Put out with the lightening and thunder; Who Controls It? .. Don't you wonder?&lt;br /&gt;Put out by an explosive nature, who Who Owns it?.. The Creator!&lt;br /&gt;Rebelliousness was their nature&lt;br /&gt;The past is suppose to be lessons for the future&lt;br /&gt;But the future chose to get stupider&lt;br /&gt;Ignorancee vast in an ocean of accessible knowledge&lt;br /&gt;What excuse is left that is worthy to be acknowledged?&lt;br /&gt;Dumb chose dumber&lt;br /&gt;Weak chose weaker&lt;br /&gt;Strength chose arrogance&lt;br /&gt;And we remain pleading ignorance&lt;br /&gt;Does it even make any sense?&lt;br /&gt;It's the nemesis of our own arm&lt;br /&gt;Inflicting our own harm&lt;br /&gt;So when you see it strike, know you chose your plight&lt;br /&gt;You picked this fight&lt;br /&gt;And ALL Success belongs to HE&lt;br /&gt;Who Controls every entity&lt;br /&gt;Ya Raabi, Protect us from Your Wrath&lt;br /&gt;For Your Punishment is indeed extreme and harsh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-6743443106164060588?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6743443106164060588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=6743443106164060588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/6743443106164060588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/6743443106164060588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-nemesis-of-our-own-arm-inflicting.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-10CT5QFeKrs/TlazifKYO3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/j4Vec0nP_cI/s72-c/perishednations.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-5678296395733144991</id><published>2011-08-17T00:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T01:19:40.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong closure_uid_1px0oj="113"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Look whats going on in the world...tragic ends and calamities"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_1px0oj="122"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_dv86o1="89" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Soliders fighting for fun, enjoying killin' made-up enemies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wars waged and no end in sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fighting for land, death their only plight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_1px0oj="148"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Crime increasing, greedy for living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_1px0oj="121"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Purposeless opinions, designed to divide unions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cries of stress are now screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hunger a crisis, the world stopped seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Blood shed a reality, stories now aren't even moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Too much turmoil , the world's still snoozing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Caught up in their "lives" , tryin' make it before one dies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Caught up in the 'lies', strivin' thinking it's all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Caught up in the fight, narcissist thinkin' he's in the right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Weakness of man getting weaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Corruption penetrating a veins, getting deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Isolating the mind, the disease is stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Controlled to see one way, the soul assigned to an evil keeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Distracted by the media&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Drowning out the truth, just you and wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Blinded by the strayed view,so you stay confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Relish in your group, their views you root&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Blankin' out the ability to contemplate, it's easier to just hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Why over think it, there's enough out there, just tryin' to 'make it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;System malfunticon , corruption detected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Overload of dung, the stench permeates masses being selected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No one saved from the clutch of society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Unless they hold on tight to piety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_1px0oj="147"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sincerely within their ability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mindful of the Almighty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Seeing the reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bitin' down, fighting against immorality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Values and views not compatibile with society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Understanding who rules, entering the rightous hierarchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Truth your tools, you're strivin' for eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lose the fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And you've earned your victory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-5678296395733144991?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5678296395733144991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=5678296395733144991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/5678296395733144991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/5678296395733144991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/08/look-whats-going-on-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-8781580679396980837</id><published>2011-08-08T23:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T13:29:12.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She Shall Maintain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_re8zd9="95"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pY-uqrPb3d4/TkCnmg4L-jI/AAAAAAAAAJI/iSXLtdDsGrw/s1600/Kirk_Carter_-_Sun%2528flower%2529_and_Moon_%2528by%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pY-uqrPb3d4/TkCnmg4L-jI/AAAAAAAAAJI/iSXLtdDsGrw/s320/Kirk_Carter_-_Sun%2528flower%2529_and_Moon_%2528by%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Often times it's struggle when you're on your own&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you've got some family but they can't make the home&lt;br /&gt;You are the mother and father to your children&lt;br /&gt;Often people don't understand the situation &lt;br /&gt;They take it to a cause instead of following the root&lt;br /&gt;They're trying to determine the reason, instead of focusing on the fruit&lt;br /&gt;But that's the nature of man&lt;br /&gt;They can't understand unless they too have been dealt with the same hand&lt;br /&gt;So you remain, emotionally isolated though you're fighting to maintain&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hold on to your dreams for you and your family, even though your situation is no longer the same&lt;br /&gt;It can be an upward battle &lt;br /&gt;Grouped together like a herd of cattle&lt;br /&gt;So you ask yourself, what path must I take?&lt;br /&gt;Successful is she who makes moves for Allah's sake&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes may be wet in silent tears&lt;br /&gt;But it's The All Hearing, The All Knowing that cures your fears&lt;br /&gt;You can never make another man's wrongs right&lt;br /&gt;You can only purify, perfect and rise beyond the eternal fight&lt;br /&gt;Forgive to be Forgiven by He&lt;br /&gt;Strive purposefully with your objective only on eternity&lt;br /&gt;What appears to be &lt;br /&gt;Isn't actually reality&lt;br /&gt;Light in your life and heart only comes by following One Command&lt;br /&gt;Don't be disillusioned to think it's rising to the social demand&lt;br /&gt;I stand with you and direct your hands &lt;br /&gt;Face them upwards towards He Who Controls All, He who Commands&lt;br /&gt;Even if you stand alone, know Allah is Aware, He upon His Mighty Throne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_re8zd9="110"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-8781580679396980837?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8781580679396980837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=8781580679396980837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8781580679396980837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8781580679396980837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/08/she-shall-maintain.html' title='She Shall Maintain'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pY-uqrPb3d4/TkCnmg4L-jI/AAAAAAAAAJI/iSXLtdDsGrw/s72-c/Kirk_Carter_-_Sun%2528flower%2529_and_Moon_%2528by%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-5423808924828635817</id><published>2011-07-28T14:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T03:35:26.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Altered Mentality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Don't blame us for our social education &lt;br /&gt;We didn't choose to hear it&lt;br /&gt;We struggle with our roles, it ain't all hormonal&lt;br /&gt;The job of a man, the mind of a woman&lt;br /&gt;How do you expect two to flow in a smooth union?&lt;br /&gt;He let's his duty slide upon her&lt;br /&gt;But he doesn't understand she's got her own work&lt;br /&gt;If he says " well then I'm going to have contribute to her role too"&lt;br /&gt;Make it even, so we work as two&lt;br /&gt;Sufficient as it can be in today's society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_op2y2v="110"&gt;But the mind has now altered its natural disposition&lt;/div&gt;No matter how you cut it up, you've divided the situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_op2y2v="111"&gt;It isn't to blame, the he or the she&lt;/div&gt;This is how the times are now, where we've come socially&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the true existence of our being remains intact fully&lt;br /&gt;Some how I think we've lost a part of humanity&lt;br /&gt;The greed of society decided logic makes more sense&lt;br /&gt;"Team work", both working towards dollars and cents&lt;br /&gt;And so he's forced to see more than he can handle&lt;br /&gt;And she forced to be more than she can handle&lt;br /&gt;Then they come back home and wonder why they struggle&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why they can't seem to see eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to make the necessary sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Each experiencing a separate life, devil in the mix to separate man and wife&lt;br /&gt;It's social epidemic&lt;br /&gt;The base of our creation no longer systematic&lt;br /&gt;Everybody just trying to "make it" &lt;br /&gt;Question is, where you tryin' to make it to?&lt;br /&gt;I know the social pressure making us doubt ourselves especially if the hereafter is our endeavour&lt;br /&gt;The stranger remains firm, to be seen no more than the stranger&lt;br /&gt;But give glad tidings, for your life doesn't begin now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_op2y2v="112"&gt;Thrills and frills of life- this can't be how!&lt;/div&gt;They call it the "New WORLD Order"&lt;br /&gt;A one mind design, where sacrifice means loving yourself harder&lt;br /&gt;Where love means you need to fight for yourself stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_op2y2v="113"&gt;Where struggle means you need to live it&amp;nbsp;up larger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_op2y2v="137"&gt;Where success means you ain't got'ta barter .. ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1U8EJ9hL_8/TjGnxP-HAhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/SZWvbP64ceY/s1600/226989_225276247486884_150276778320165_1052768_5026898_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1U8EJ9hL_8/TjGnxP-HAhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/SZWvbP64ceY/s320/226989_225276247486884_150276778320165_1052768_5026898_n.jpg" t$="true" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_op2y2v="114"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.......Though it all boils down to one question&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_op2y2v="127"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the purpose of our Creation??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-5423808924828635817?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5423808924828635817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=5423808924828635817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/5423808924828635817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/5423808924828635817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/07/altered-mentality.html' title='Altered Mentality'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1U8EJ9hL_8/TjGnxP-HAhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/SZWvbP64ceY/s72-c/226989_225276247486884_150276778320165_1052768_5026898_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-7757473819068156360</id><published>2011-07-05T12:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T20:38:41.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It's amazing the degree of arrogance in man&lt;br /&gt;To think that he's more Compassionate than Ar Rahman!!!&lt;br /&gt;To determine what is permitted is merely a boundry in Islam&lt;br /&gt;And that the condition of a person with Shaytaan running through their veins are suffering harm&lt;br /&gt;The harm of such condition is not from Islam&lt;br /&gt;No the harm of such condition is the weakness of Iman&lt;br /&gt;And so, you forbid the words of Allah Himself?!&lt;br /&gt;Within the limits of Islam, you fear the harm of the words of the All Knowing to His Creation?&lt;br /&gt;You restrict the Sunnah to a time frame of when Islam had only just become&lt;br /&gt;You neglect the caliphas because your nafs thinks it's insane&lt;br /&gt;The created thinking he has more wisdom than the Creator?!&lt;br /&gt;As if the All Knowing doesn't understand both women and men's nature&lt;br /&gt;Just because you can't comprehend &lt;br /&gt;Doesn't give you the right to limit men&lt;br /&gt;Verses clear&lt;br /&gt;Yet picking and choosing that which keeps you feel secure&lt;br /&gt;How do you make you own deductions based on a limited scope? Just assumptions!&lt;br /&gt;Success&amp;nbsp;alone is with Allah!!&lt;br /&gt;Sakinah only comes from following the words of HIM, along with the authentic Sunnah&lt;br /&gt;The deaf, dumb and blind&lt;br /&gt;Walking around as though they have unseen knowledge of this time&lt;br /&gt;Allah orders in His book, 'wherein you differ refer back to Quran and Sunnah'&lt;br /&gt;But that's considered a black and white mentality&lt;br /&gt;That's considered not using wisdom, because you seem to think you've got a clear reality&lt;br /&gt;Now how can that be if your test isn't the same as me?&lt;br /&gt;Have you walked in the footsteps of a wife knowing the feeling of a woman?&lt;br /&gt;Have you marched forth after being abused by others nafs because what Islam allowed they themselves made forbidden?&lt;br /&gt;For fear of society&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt the pain of a broken family due to major&amp;nbsp;sin, when there's an option which makes it a win-win?&lt;br /&gt;You put the opinons of man above the Almighty&lt;br /&gt;Justify your stance with a righteous assumption of yourself&lt;br /&gt;People can't play it out in their head&lt;br /&gt;Therefore your ability to have tawaqil is dead&lt;br /&gt;You're suppose to rule according to our God Given tools&lt;br /&gt;It's not based on suspicion of how one might be trying to misuse&lt;br /&gt;Within wisdom and perfection this religion was established&lt;br /&gt;The permissibility stated and the conditions applied to it&lt;br /&gt;Yet without knowledge words are spoken&lt;br /&gt;Arrogance among the tongue of someone unjust unable to see his own&amp;nbsp;condition&lt;br /&gt;Unable to realize his words are poison for they're against what ALLAH Has chosen&lt;br /&gt;But I am reminded that I am only accountable for myself&lt;br /&gt;So I must maintain my dignity and uphold my duty&lt;br /&gt;Though I dismiss this mentality, even if you label me as a "salafi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-7757473819068156360?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7757473819068156360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=7757473819068156360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/7757473819068156360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/7757473819068156360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-amazing-degree-of-arrogance-in-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-3920391538884024619</id><published>2011-07-04T14:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T02:33:05.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the beauty of Khadijah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had the past with her to make her stronger... to make her wiser&lt;br /&gt;She understood the needs of her man, that made him long her&lt;br /&gt;She supported him in truth, she upheld her honor&lt;br /&gt;Her children a reflection of her&lt;br /&gt;Strength in their core&lt;br /&gt;She was the communities envy&lt;br /&gt;Sought after by many&lt;br /&gt;But she rejected their approach&lt;br /&gt;For she knew the worth of a man didn't come with his notes&lt;br /&gt;Widowed, and divorced ; shaped by life's course&lt;br /&gt;Gave it all up, for what she knew was truth&lt;br /&gt;Held it down for she knew it's worth&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom was her legacy&lt;br /&gt;What's the&amp;nbsp;beauty of Khadijah ...&lt;br /&gt;Successful and beautiful yet she yearned only for the truthful&lt;br /&gt;Experience in her dealings gave her the eye to clearly see things&lt;br /&gt;Peace be upon her, greetings sent directly from the Angel Gibraeel&lt;br /&gt;Her worth, a reflection of her sincere work&lt;br /&gt;Her support, her love, her dedication makes her a lesson in our relations&lt;br /&gt;She moved gracefully, like a Queen&lt;br /&gt;Held it down faithfully, like a soldja&lt;br /&gt;Nurtured her bounties, the best mother&lt;br /&gt;Supported her husband, a loyal worker, the sweetest cover&lt;br /&gt;Gave them comfort, like a cushion, the greatest luxury on earth&lt;br /&gt;She didn't complain, she worked like team, together they maintained&lt;br /&gt;She was a 'woman' in every sense of the word&lt;br /&gt;She knew her duty, she knew the worth of her role&lt;br /&gt;She understood that her position was crucial&lt;br /&gt;She knew the of title of mother and wife is lethal &lt;br /&gt;Making her a woman not forgotten to this day&lt;br /&gt;Making others jealous of her even though she passed away&lt;br /&gt;Making her a wife in who's husband heart she always stayed; honoring her even when in peace she lay&lt;br /&gt;Making her a mother, with firmly rooted seeds, who's progeny reached perfection; a leader in eternity&lt;br /&gt;She understood her role&lt;br /&gt;She understood her worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EDHsybLmxO0/ThILwXgZtrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/grlIhk_MVP8/s1600/58779_430854273721_274918593721_5161661_3828968_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EDHsybLmxO0/ThILwXgZtrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/grlIhk_MVP8/s320/58779_430854273721_274918593721_5161661_3828968_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What's the beauty of Khadijah you say..&lt;br /&gt;She was one of few females to reach perfection through the tawakil she displayed&lt;br /&gt;An example of true dedication, her story relayed .. &lt;br /&gt;June 30- 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-3920391538884024619?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3920391538884024619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=3920391538884024619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3920391538884024619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3920391538884024619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-beauty-of-khadijah.html' title='What&apos;s the beauty of Khadijah...'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EDHsybLmxO0/ThILwXgZtrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/grlIhk_MVP8/s72-c/58779_430854273721_274918593721_5161661_3828968_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-550960418918766847</id><published>2011-06-23T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T23:18:26.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MUST.. MUST.. MUST WATCH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="The Issue of Lying which we think is not a Lie - Sh. Abu Usamah"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This covers so many things we don't even realize.. .. plz watch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" dir="ltr" title="The Issue of Lying which we think is not a Lie - Sh. Abu Usamah"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Issue of Lying which we think is not a Lie - Sh. Abu Usamah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kFp7MgTAV4U" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-550960418918766847?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/550960418918766847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=550960418918766847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/550960418918766847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/550960418918766847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/06/must-must-must-watch.html' title='MUST.. MUST.. MUST WATCH!!!'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kFp7MgTAV4U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-686386150589059141</id><published>2011-05-29T12:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T12:02:11.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Masha'Allah.. this is brilliant.. listen to the WHOLE thing... subhan'Allah!!........ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yszyHr07vU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yszyHr07vU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-686386150589059141?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/686386150589059141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=686386150589059141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/686386150589059141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/686386150589059141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/05/mashaallah.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-7064557579221505383</id><published>2011-04-15T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:37:03.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In pursuit of happiness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VGNoeiYfueU/TakOz-CebBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/k9RcKBG0OM4/s1600/quote_363.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VGNoeiYfueU/TakOz-CebBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/k9RcKBG0OM4/s320/quote_363.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;As I watch the world I see a trend, often it's not about trying to blend as some may see it. It seems to be a little more complex, a lil more believing. It's the " I " wondering how they can survive and what makes them more alive, looking for a path, a drive, but often just chasing an empty space within the walls of the world. It's not so much a rat race, it's more like an empty face, broken pace, a sorry waste ......... of time! And though yes this seems like nothing more than a rhyme it's actually meant to cause you to open at least one eye. It's almost as though as humanity we're sleep walking into what goes beyond vanity. It's what they call a "pursuit of happiness" , what exactly is this? This quest the entire world is obsessed with, not realizing at its best within you, it's passing this test.........this test called life. Fools may sing this is 'THE life', this is it! But hold on a minute, just think a bit. Would you consider this a cause to be created, to enjoy a life of everyone being hated, or evil needing to be abated. Surely this ain't it .. let it sit. Because if you seize to ask questions you'll remain a lost lesson. Rolling in the material you'll be void of the real, resulting in the loss of the very thing you desire most. Success at its best, at its finest, is happiness. Why fight it, when you can't honestly deny it.........find it, it's there, closer to you then you dare. Not too far off, just move a lil over, forgo the four leaf clover and turn a new leaf over. I told ya..........it's within you, if you want it ......... question is ....... do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-7064557579221505383?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7064557579221505383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=7064557579221505383' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/7064557579221505383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/7064557579221505383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='In pursuit of happiness...'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VGNoeiYfueU/TakOz-CebBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/k9RcKBG0OM4/s72-c/quote_363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-5256876188408905094</id><published>2011-03-05T17:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T17:31:26.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I love this!! No.. I LOVE this!!! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IN4lFNbANPY" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-5256876188408905094?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5256876188408905094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=5256876188408905094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/5256876188408905094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/5256876188408905094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/03/strangers.html' title='Strangers'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IN4lFNbANPY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-1025603068946998069</id><published>2011-03-01T02:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T02:08:11.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol... I love this!!.. Say it like it is sista!!! Say it like it is!!! :) She stole my words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dbhZBKww7c0" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-1025603068946998069?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1025603068946998069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=1025603068946998069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/1025603068946998069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/1025603068946998069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/03/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dbhZBKww7c0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-1882684811495702479</id><published>2011-02-23T14:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:32:02.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Peace That Sings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My soul breathes a breath it has never quite taken before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So crisp, so clean, so pure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And a giddy little grin will peak upon my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For no particular reason, just a peace within sings so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And though the meaning of life’s lesson is upon me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I can’t help but feel that I know nothing of anything, but to God I remain, to God I bow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Time and time again we search, we befriend but in the end there are things that remain questionable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Should a friend really be so textable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Really, is there nothing else to do other than keep us entertained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Twitter,or Facebook, Blackberry or Iphone, Google and Amazon E books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s all the same really, friends too many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;One or two may know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But never have they given me this feeling I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This ease, this lightness upon my chest, this gushing goodness of “man, God is Indeed The Best!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Why? some may ask. Wasn’t that a test?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, but a test is only a question mark away from a reward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Will you submit to that which you cannot control? Or will your choice be hard, and dramatic turmoil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I resolve with, I need not fight if I have the angels fighting for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I will not wander blindly when I have light making a way clearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I will not speak ill of what’s meant to be, when I have the All Knowing watching over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I will not be among the ungrateful, before I become alone just me and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My life is a breath of fresh air for which I pray lasts until I return home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Though fears I have, it’s not something any human can console&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For words don’t come when I try to speak it, just thoughts and only God Knows the Meanings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So I stop here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Praising the All Knowing, The All Wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoping for the best, fearing my weaknesses and begging for success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-1882684811495702479?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1882684811495702479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=1882684811495702479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/1882684811495702479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/1882684811495702479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/02/peace-that-sings.html' title='A Peace That Sings'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-4516565758185960956</id><published>2011-02-19T21:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T14:59:00.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O Believing Men - A reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Upon reading the article -&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://muslimmatters.org/2010/06/30/homely-homemaking-homebodies-why-the-quran-commands-muslim-women-stay-in-your-homes/#comment-91168"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Homely Homemaking Homebodies? Why the Quran Commands Muslim Women: "Stay in Your Homes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;by Sadaf Farooqi&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;nbsp; I noticed there were many comments. Though I did not go through them, I did read a few which lead me to write this article that I have entitled:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Believing Men - A reminder &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“And remind, for indeed, the reminder benefits the believers.” [Quran: 51: 55]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autho billahi min ash shaytaan&amp;nbsp;al rajeem Bismillah&amp;nbsp;Al Rahman Al Raheem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I begin with this, the most powerful reminder :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You shall see them, as they are brought face to face with the chastisement, in a state of abject humiliation, looking with a furtive glance. But the believers will say: &lt;strong&gt;“Surely the true losers are they who lose themselves &lt;u&gt;and their kindred&lt;/u&gt; on the Day of Resurrection.”&lt;/strong&gt; Lo, the wrong-doers will be in an enduring torment. [Ash-Shura 42:25]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender roles is an issue that seems to be in chaos, what was deemed as "natural" in the past is now considered nothing but "traditional oppression". It seems gender roles has drastically changed throughout the ages with the commencement of the 'Women's Liberation Movement'. Dating back to the early 18th century came the first glimpse of the feminist movement spurred by middle or upper-class white women in search of political equality. The climax of the feminist mentality saturated itself in the 1980's-1990's; this reform campaign altered all forms of social standards -religious, familial, political, professional etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enjoin on one another goodness towards women&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;; verily they are married to you: you have no power over them at all unless they come in for a flagrantly filthy action; but if they are devoted to you, then seek no way against them. And verily, you have rights over your women, and they have rights over you." [Tirmidhi ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of an attempt for progression we found ourselves in the other extreme; regression! It is clear to many the instinctive nature women have; rearing children, their home, their family life. A task that in today's world is immensely underrated, deemed almost as "unaccomplished" if it is ones sole livelihood. However, in the rage of change and a distinct need for human rights initiated by women we are left questioning, what has happened to the men? What are their roles and who have they become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam outlines our gender roles in astounding perfection. It encompasses our nature as males and females; acknowledging our God Given strengths and weaknesses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Men are the protectors and maintainers of women, because Allaah has made one of them to excel the other, and because they spend (to support them) from their means. Therefore the righteous women are devoutly obedient (to Allaah and to their husbands), and guard in the husband’s absence what Allaah orders them to guard (e.g. their chastity and their husband’s property). As to those women on whose part you see ill-conduct, admonish them (first), (next) refuse to share their beds, (and last) beat them (lightly, if it is useful); but if they return to obedience, seek not against them means (of annoyance). Surely, Allaah is Ever Most High, Most Great” [al-Nisa’ 4:34] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as men and women have been placed on this earth for the same purpose (to worship One God and associate no partners to Him), but with entirely different roles. Lets break this down from a visual that we are familiar with in the modern world. Allah &lt;em&gt;subhanhu wa tala&lt;/em&gt; has given the man the sole responsibility to provide for his family food, clothes and shelter. Man is given the responsibility to see that his family receives secular and Islamic education. He is given the responsibility of leading his family towards Jannah. He is given the responsibility of protecting his wife, his children, his sisters, his parents; kith and kin. He is given the responsibility if the need arises to physically denfend Islam for the sake of Allah &lt;em&gt;subhanhu wa tala&lt;/em&gt; or in our current state to accomplish this mentally and/or verbally. He is given the responsibility to socially serve Al-Islam (ie. Daw'ah, helping the needy, neighbours etc.). Women have the responsibility of obeying her husband, guarding their property, teaching his children, and safe guarding herself (maintaining modesty). Not to say a woman should not help the needy, be good to her neighbours, keep relations between kith and kin etc. but her duty remains &lt;u&gt;mainly&lt;/u&gt; within the home. Now compare them! Is it not clearly noticeable through Islamic rights that women carry a lesser burden but equally meaningful? We as a whole Ummah have messed up the system! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man in Islam has been given the role of the Amir; the leader of his household. Brothers do not under-estimate this responsibility! You have been given the rights in order for you to fulfill great responsibilities! It is upon the man to make sure that he lives up to his responsibility and it is for the woman to ease that burden by complying to that which he requires done and/or needs. You cannot run a school without a Principle, you cannot win a war without a Sergeant, you cannot aim for a 'touch-down' without a game plan that others also have to follow through with ... It is the man's responsibility and right to create that 'game plan' and oversee its execution is correctly conducted. If he does not do that then he too bears the failure along with his players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise man knows that in order to be successful in his duties he should learn to adopt 'mutual consultation' - or 'team work'. A manly man, or a 'man' in all essence of the word is not one that should be able to bench press 350 lbs then expect his wife to haul in all the groceries, go to work, see to the children and that's it for him; 9-5pm is all he is willing to contribute towards his family - towards his Akhira. If that was the case what would be the point in having a man around? This is a mentality contributing to divorce on the rise along with many sisters simply uninterested in marriage wa Allahu Alim. The Prophet (peace be upon him) was reported to have helped in household affairs. If any man stood in the shoes of a woman for a day and completed the tasks that it takes to make a home run smooth, clean and Islamic he would understand the value in aiding her. By helping her, he helps his children and by helping his children he is fulfilling his responsibilities of leading them away from the fire (Insha'Allah), therefore securing himself with His Creator Insha'Allah. Plus it creates love within the home and each other. A home is not a 'one man' show. It is not for the man to call the shots and a woman to be void of her needs and rights. Nor is it for a woman to be "independent" and a man to be purposeless and disrespected. There is a fine, delicate, beautiful balance that Islam sets for us. Yet we have gone way beyond these, as a result the consequences are astounding social ills! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a woman is not home and she is the second breadwinner, then who is caring for the children? Who is imparting the knowledge that they need to be righteous Muslims? Who is mentoring the children to help them understand the world around them without it sucking them up and stripping them of their souls? If a man is comfortable with his wife working to provide for herself, interacting with other men, neglecting the household affiars, losing his respect in the home then how can he feel sure that he is fulfilling his God given responsibilities? How can both spouses be a comfort for one another when the whispering of Shaytaan has the husband holding the door wide open? In the end of the day the burden will also still lie upon the man because Allah subhanhu wa tala gave Him the &lt;u&gt;duty and the rights&lt;/u&gt; to fulfill his task - the ball is in his hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“And they (women) have rights (over their husbands as regards living expenses) similar (to those of their husbands) over them (as regards obedience and respect) to what is reasonable, but men have a degree (of responsibility) over them. And Allaah is All-Mighty, All-Wise” [al-Baqarah 2:228] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a heavy burden brothers! Even still, one too many brothers are very comfortable in not taking the responsibility of financially maintaining or sheltering or ensuring the household is heading in the right direction. In fact many men in our 'progressive age' expect their wives to contribute to the household financially, as though it is upon her to do so. Too many brothers are failing in their responsibilities to protect their family from the evils of this world and their destruction in the hereafter, too many are simply not bothered therefore do not demand their rights in order to fulfill their responsibilities. Therefore a man is wronging his family due to his failure in fulfiling their basic Islamic rights (food, shelter, clothes,educating them). And in some cases only when it suits him then he demands his rights from his wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O you who have attained to faith! Ward off from yourselves and your families that fire (of the hereafter) whose fuel is Human beings and stones."[Qur’an 66:6]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the adolescent mentalities plaguing our healthy minded adult Muslim community, the "yes dear" syndrome has infiltrated itself into our homes, into it's own form of extremism. All too many of us forget that Islam is a moderate path, we are neither here nor there but rather in the middle. Do not be a tyrant, yet do not be 'whipped' (agree to everything even when it is wrong). Do not be Scrooge (stingy), yet do not be Santa (comply with everyones wishes - naughty or nice), do not be 'Molly Maid' and also do not be a couch potato, do not make your family all you ever do yet do not ignore them or find excuses to be out of the house constantly. Just walk a middle path and you'll find success, Insha'Allah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fear Allah concerning women! Verily you have taken them on the security of Allah, and intercourse with them has been made lawful unto you by words of Allah. You too have rights over them, and that they should not allow anyone to sit on your bed [i.e., not let them into the house] whom you do not like. But if they do that, you can chastise them but not severely. Their rights upon you are that you should provide them with food and clothing in a fitting manner” (Narrated by Muslim, 1218)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is half our deen not because it sounds nice for you to say that on your wedding day or feel accomplished that you're now married. It is because it carries a heavy weight, you are now entrusted with another person and Insha'Allah children which you will be questioned about on the Day of Judgement. You are entitled to more rights but now others have rights upon you too. You cannot neglect your home and the rights others have upon you yet feel fulfilled as a dutiful Muslim; it is simply not possible. Our religion is an action based religion; it encompsses honor, dignity, truth, justice, kindness all entwined within our worship. It takes sincerity, courage and as with everything great it also requires sacrifice. Success is not within our own mind, it is within the Orders ordained upon us in the hopes that with sincere intention we have earned our seat in Jannatul Firdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah &lt;em&gt;subhanhu wa talaa&lt;/em&gt; Protect us from the evils of ourselves, man, jinn, and shaytaan, may He forgive us for our sins and give us strength to fulfill our duties...Ameen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah forgive me if I have said anything wrong for all good is from Him alone and wrong/bad is from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your sister in Islam,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shireen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;References:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the rights of the husband and what are the rights of the wife? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.islam-qa.com/en/ref/10680/husband%20duty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ideal Muslim Husband &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.missionislam.com/family/husband.htm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-4516565758185960956?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4516565758185960956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=4516565758185960956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/4516565758185960956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/4516565758185960956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-believing-men-reminder.html' title='O Believing Men - A reminder'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-2596203041311593821</id><published>2011-02-12T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T13:08:45.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy-Days (author unknown)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Christian "Holy-days" are ancient pagan feasts that were ushered in by the Roman Catholic Church during the rule of Emperor Constantine (a lot of them). Constantine was a pagan sun-worshipper who had a "Christian experience" that wanted to unite his empire, both Christian and pagan together. He achieved this by re-writing history and re-naming pagan feasts with Christian names. Most if not all of the rituals and symbols that take place during these days have a paganistic background. This is a very general summary of the origins of each festival:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sunday Services:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Early Christians kept Saturday as the Sabbath until March 7, 321 CE when Pope Constantine passed a law requiring believers to worship on Sunday, the day the pagans worshipped the sun-god. Christians still kept Saturday as the Sabbath until another law was passed eleven years later. This law signed into decree by Pope Constantine forbid believers to worship on the Sabbath (Saturday) and it was punishable by death by the Catholic Church. Many believers were burned to death by the Catholic Church for keeping the Sabbath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So many holidays rooted in pagan sun-worship including Father's Day, Mother’s day and Easter, always fall on the Sun-day, the day named in honor of their most powerful god -the Sun! ('A'oodhoobIllaah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Birthdays:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Origins lie in the realm of magic and religion. The customs of offering congratulations, presenting gifts and celebrating-complete with lighted candles - in ancient times were meant to protect the birthday celebrant from the demons and to ensure his security for the coming year. Down to the fourth century Christianity rejected the birthday celebration as a pagan custom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;New Year's Day, January 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Roman emperor Julius Caesar officially declared January 1 to be a New Year in 46 B.C. Romans worshiped "god Janus" who had two faces, one looking forward and the other looking backward. The month of January was named after this Roman god and it gave an idea to the emperor to establish January as a gate to the New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;April Fool's Day, April 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The most commonly accepted theory among historians is that the holiday was first officially introduced with the changing of the pre-Christian calendar of thirteen months to the Gregorian calendar of twelve months. In 1582, Pope Gregory III ordered a new calendar to replace the old Julian calendar. In this new calendar, New Years Day was shifted from April 1, to January 1. Those that continued to celebrate New Years Day on April 1 were referred to as April Fools and were subject to ridicule being taunted by their neighbors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ground Hog Day, February 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Groundhog day goes back to Imbolc, a pagan festival, celebrated by witches, druids and other pagans as part of the wheel of the year. Imbolc is the special day of Brighid, the Celtic "goddess of fire", and thus is deemed a fire festival, celebrated between the 31st of January to sunset on the 2nd of February.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Its transformative powers of the flame signify change and the setting of new goals. As the Crone of winter gives way to the Maiden of spring, this festival of light cleanses to make way for the new. Nature starts to come back to life, and the new agricultural season begins. Basically it refers to the turning of winter to spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It is traditionally a time for new witches and druids to be initiated into the Craft, falling in with its association of change and dedication to new goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The name February comes from the Latin februare, which means “to purify.” For the Romans, February was a time of cleansing and purification. They prepared themselves for various activities that were coming in the Spring, making a fresh start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Valentine's Day, February 14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Romans celebrated a holiday on February 14th to honour Juno Fructifier, "Queen of the Roman gods and goddesses" as well as "goddess of marriage".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In 469, emperor Gelasius declared February 14th a holy day in honor of Valentinus instead of the pagan "god Lupercus". This allowed Christianity to take over some of the celebrations of love and fertility which had perviously occurred in the context of paganism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Family day in Canada &amp;amp; President Day in America, February 15:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;On February 15, Romans celebrated Luperaclia, honoring Faunus, "god of fertility". Men would go to a grotto dedicated to Lupercal, the "wolf god", located at the foot of Palatine Hill and where Romans believed that the founders of Rome, Romulus and Remus, were suckled by a she-wolf. The men would sacrifice a goat, don its skin, and run around, hitting women with small whips, an act which was supposed to ensure fertility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Easter Sunday, Always Falls on a Sunday Between March 22 and April 25:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Easter or Ishtar, also known by her biblical name Semiramis and later called the "Queen of heaven" was the widow of Nimrod and mother of Tammuz. Easter is the bare breasted pagan "fertility goddess of the east". Legend has it that she came out of heaven in a giant egg, landing in the Euphrates river at sunrise on the first Sunday after the vernal equinox, busted out, and turned a bird into an egg laying rabbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To honor this event, pagan sun-worshippers would go out early in the morning and face to the east to watch their "sun-god" arise over the horizon before having a mass (sacrifice) in which the priest of Easter would sacrifice three month old human infants and take the eggs of Easter and die them in the blood of the sacrificed infants. The blood-red colored Easter eggs would later hatch on December 25th, the same day her son Tammuz the reincarnate "sun-god" would be born. Sound familiar? Reincarnate of "sun-god" (son god) born on Dec. 25.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Easter married her son Tammuz who was by legend the reincarnate "sun-god". Tammuz went pig hunting and was gored to death by a wild boar and that is why pagans eat ham on Easter. Because Tammuz was killed when he was forty years old, pagans fast one day for each of the years that he lived leading into Easter. This practice is known as Weeping for Tammuz by pagans but called Lent by Catholics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mother's Day, Second Sunday of May:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mother's Day dates back to ancient cultures in Greece and Rome. In both cultures, "mother goddesses" (Queen of Heaven), were worshipped during the springtime with religious festivals. The ancient Greeks paid tribute to the powerful "goddess Rhea", the wife of Cronus, known as the "Mother of the Gods" (Queen of Heaven). Similarly, evidence of a three-day Roman festival in Mid-March called Hilaria, to honor the Roman "goddess" Magna Mater, or Great Mother, dates back to 250 BCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thanksgiving, 2nd Monday in October (Canada), 4th Thursday in November (United States):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The pagans in Rome celebrated their thanksgiving in early October. The holiday was dedicated to the "goddess of the harvest", Ceres, and the holiday was called Cerelia. The Catholic church took over the pagan holiday and it became well established.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Halloween, October 31:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Halloween is a pagan holiday to honor the dead and evil spirits. They did this by dressing up like the evil spirits and giving offerings to the evil spirits. This is why candy is given out on Halloween, as offerings for the evil spirits. The phrase trick or treat was attributed to this practice because pagans believed the evil spirits would do something bad (trick) to them if they did not leave an offering (treat) for them. ('A'oodhoobIllaah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Christmas, December 25:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Every "sun-god" was born on December 25th. Amun-Ra, Horus, Mithra, Tammuz, and Zeus were born on December 25th. If there was one day that the Messiah was not born, it was December 25th. In fact the Bible is quite clear that Messiah was born late September or early October on the first day of the Feast of Tabernacles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-2596203041311593821?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2596203041311593821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=2596203041311593821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/2596203041311593821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/2596203041311593821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-days-author-unknown.html' title='Holy-Days (author unknown)'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-9182675654951639712</id><published>2011-02-09T06:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T06:18:19.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking outloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From Imam Malik's Muwatta: Book 47, Number 47.1.7:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yahya related to me from Malik that Yahya ibn Said said that he heard Said ibn al-Musayyab say,&lt;strong&gt; "Shall I tell you what is better than much prayer and sadaqa?" They said, "Yes." He said, "Mending discord. And beware of hatred - it strips you (of your deen)." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You do not do evil to those who do evil to you, but you deal with them with forgiveness and kindness."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Sahih Al-Bukhari)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The standard Islam sets for us is a reflection of everything good we can be as people.No wonder the one better in character will be better in religion because they are so closely connected. We as Muslims are very much part of a social religion that forces us to always rise to the occasion. Standard and expectation is high and rightly so. When man feels he is truly functioning at his best, he finds himself in a sense of peace and contentment. If he is not he gets stressed/depressed which either forces him to deal with his conflicts or he/she just gets fat (ie finds a temporary fix to get his/her mind off the core issues, sometimes it's sleep,and worse it's alcohol/drugs/other sinful actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;May Allah swt Protect us from the evils of ourselves and may He make it so we are able to reach the standard Islam sets..Ameen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-9182675654951639712?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/9182675654951639712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=9182675654951639712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/9182675654951639712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/9182675654951639712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/02/thinking-outloud.html' title='Thinking outloud'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-9046106757601205746</id><published>2011-02-03T12:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T08:35:54.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukBX2TvfyQE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Meeting with Allah&lt;/a&gt; -very beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ukBX2TvfyQE" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-9046106757601205746?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/9046106757601205746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=9046106757601205746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/9046106757601205746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/9046106757601205746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/02/meeting-with-allah.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ukBX2TvfyQE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-635024616554653007</id><published>2011-02-01T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T15:14:06.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>**Guy's point of view***</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this in my 'drafts' box. I find it amusing and enjoyed reading it! So I'm sharing with you all&amp;nbsp; :) I have no idea who wrote it, but enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;***Guy's point of view***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is very cute! And even written by a guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might agree with it, but when it actually happens 99% of girls don't realize it 'til it is too late and that guy who did it is so frustrated that he has moved on to someone who will take notice. From a guys point of view:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't care if you talk to other guys. We don't care if you're friends with other guys.&lt;br /&gt;But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till he morning.&lt;br /&gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/beautiful/gorgeous/cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it &lt;br /&gt;Don't tell us we're wrong.We'll stop trying to convince you&lt;br /&gt;The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.Yeah, you can quote me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door open.&lt;br /&gt;Take Advantage of the mood im in. &lt;br /&gt;LET US PAY FOR YOU! DON'T 'FEEL BAD' We enjoy doing it.It's expected.&lt;br /&gt;Smile and say 'thank you.'&lt;br /&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for us.&lt;br /&gt;If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.&lt;br /&gt;We like you for WHO you are and not WHAT you are.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's or my t-shirt and boxers, not all dolled up.&lt;br /&gt;Don't take everything we say seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get angry easily. Stop using magazines/media as your bible.&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk about how hott Morris Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us. It's boring, and we don't care. You have girlfriends for that.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the word 'handsome'/'beautiful'.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with 'Hey handsome!' instead of 'Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy' or whatever else you can think of.On the other hand im not sayin i wouldn't like it ether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: I cannot stress this enough: IF YOU AREN'T BEING TREATED RIGHT BY A GUY, DON'T WAIT FOR HIM TO CHANGE. DITCH HIS SORRY DISGRACE-TO-THE-MALE-POPULATION ASS, AND FIND SOMEONE WHO WILL TREAT YOU WITH UTTER RESPECT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will honor your morals.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes....and say 'i love you' ..........AND ACTUALLY MEAN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****Give the nice guys a chance*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holdin Hands-&lt;br /&gt;Girls : If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Grab it if it happens more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddling-&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold.&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Automatically move closer to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies- &lt;br /&gt;Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving each other- &lt;br /&gt;Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her too... And&amp;nbsp;mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying below the stars-&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you're both laying under the stars put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers. Now make a wish about something you would like to happen Between you and yourcrush .... guys: no grabbing!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-635024616554653007?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/635024616554653007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=635024616554653007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/635024616554653007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/635024616554653007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/02/guys-point-of-view.html' title='**Guy&apos;s point of view***'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-3522351612181671141</id><published>2011-01-30T15:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T15:37:40.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Dua'a/Supplication</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Some might feel that whenever they pray to God and ask of Him it's&amp;nbsp;as though it's just "a thing to do" and they are really not doing much by it. But really.....and I say this from first hand experience, do not under estimate the power of dua'a, especially sincere supplication. Before I continue my thoughts on the subject I want to share a very beautiful hadith:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"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]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We as humans are impatient by nature ( me, myself, and I very much included in this). It is only out of arrogance we say "I prayed for blah, blah, blah and it hasn't happened... either God doesn't hear me, or doesn't care". That's like a human emotionally blackmailing someone else, *ahem*.. trying to guilt trip God?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Allah swt is the All Knowing, All Wise, a leaf does not fall without His Knowledge. Having said that, let me share my experience with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/TUXKXesRlRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EhY1e-bS2G4/s1600/flower11+DUA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/TUXKXesRlRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EhY1e-bS2G4/s320/flower11+DUA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I asked Allah swt one day out of my own stupidity and youth&amp;nbsp;(with good intentions InshaAllah) for Allah swt to test me because He tests those that He loves. I wanted to be loved by my Creator, being young, I made this dua not understanding that tests can also lead to our destruction if we do not deal patiently. Alhamdulilah, when my test did come I immediately realized that it was an answer to my duaa's (which by then I learned not to make such duaa'). Allahu Alim how I faired on my test, but it passed as does most things in life. Then I supplicated to Allah swt to do something for His Pleasure and made the intention that it was only from Him Alone I embarked on this journey in the hopes of doing good by Him. It took me a while to realize that my intention was something I&amp;nbsp;am being tested on. We cannot say we believe and expect to not be tested. And so the next trial sailed through not as gracefully as the first...and now it is the past Alhamdulilah. I find myself maturing through my own dua and now I ask Allah swt to grant me good in this world and the next, a partner in righteousness&amp;nbsp; and comfort to earn His Pleasure together, to protect my children and family from the every increasing Fitna of the world, and to not test me in a difficult way as I am weak.Subhan'Allah!!..( and for us all...Ameen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Allah swt Hears those that turn to Him... He Knows our hearts better than we do. He Knows the hearts of others and their true condition. So me, the normal me that has ants in her pants, afraid life will pass me by without being a productive servant of Allah swt is going to sit still, &lt;u&gt;attempt&lt;/u&gt; to be beautifully patient, trust Allah swt from the depths of my soul and supplicate whilst keeping my heart and eyes open for that which Allah swt brings my way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is the&amp;nbsp;reason my business is on a stand still.... my everything is just pending until I feel it's the right move. We must make an effort, but there's a fine like between effort and haste!! I'm trying to walk the line 'cause I've fallen one too many times; my hands are bruised but my heart is whole :) ALHAMDULILAH!!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-3522351612181671141?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3522351612181671141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=3522351612181671141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3522351612181671141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3522351612181671141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2011/01/power-of-duaasupplication.html' title='The Power of Dua&apos;a/Supplication'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/TUXKXesRlRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EhY1e-bS2G4/s72-c/flower11+DUA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-3872213084278771018</id><published>2011-01-20T01:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T01:34:16.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/TTfYz_Dp_DI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lr2H7OugzWg/s1600/4017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/TTfYz_Dp_DI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lr2H7OugzWg/s320/4017.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Truth stings but lies burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Flaming through bridges,through pillars meant to keep us firm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For all the truth there is the reality of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But for all the lies there's only chaos in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Uncontrolled, unexplained, confusion by the sane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Selfish let it be it's name,for deceit is designed to protect the ego and destroy the mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A lie runs through veins that had to bear witness to the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;On fire within the flesh it breeds a greater test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For it's carrier it may fuel until only ash remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But for others, it's trust that will never be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No, this isn't the blame game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's the sting of the truth that I face whilst stating my claim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Down on me for I got stung twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Who is he that&amp;nbsp;walks the earth like a dice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But I do have one protection and pray it remains mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The beauty of intention makes outcomes always be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So I rhyme........I just rhyme as every thought comes to mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Praise the Lord I still have my faith, thank the Lord for keeping me safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoping for my success in this world's test and my lifelong rest (InshaAllah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Would have liked it to not be this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But every step leads to a greater lay, to a lasting stay ( InshaAllah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So I end this ready for a brighter day; thankful mine wasn't harder than they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-3872213084278771018?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3872213084278771018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=3872213084278771018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3872213084278771018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3872213084278771018'/><link rel='alternate' 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"conspiracy theory"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;...&amp;nbsp;That no one can confirm it's a reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But that seems to be words of the deaf ,dumb and blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Content with being ignorant, unaware of the unbearable stench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The earth reeks of the filth administered by the New World Order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Marching in bands; a drone like solider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It's the end'a time I keep telling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But that's the crazy one that keeps on trippin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Relax, stressin' ain't gonna make it go away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Those being the words that 'they' say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But hey, this isn't all news to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We've been warned but our nature makes us weak and so we speak in brained washed masses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It's a lifestyle set up in classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Broken down by the level of how hard you can clown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Propagating the need to be sinful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Making piety appear to be an evil within society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So I ask myself, "why with all the knowledge of light do we find so much darkness?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And I realize it's all just a way for the TRUE believers to have success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So I stress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Relaxing for a minute will make me weaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Need to try to keep on my toes, to keep striving for better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Aiming towards piety never goes unrewarded, even if society calls me distorted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So I choose to stay a 'stranger' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I'd rather walk alone than be amongst such danger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And I fume with anger, hatred towards this Order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;For it's messed the minds of the young and old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Making the odds of a pious future, lesser, and lesser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So yes, I stress due to this mess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;....... and I supplicate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O' God Protect us from these evil effects,and keep us amongst those you love and not those that you detest..Ameen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/TRnVEeOhDOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LJPdYisj4Fc/s1600/new-world-order.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/TRnVEeOhDOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LJPdYisj4Fc/s320/new-world-order.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-3799987456291676885?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3799987456291676885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=3799987456291676885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3799987456291676885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3799987456291676885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2010/12/titleless.html' title='Titleless'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/TRnVEeOhDOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LJPdYisj4Fc/s72-c/new-world-order.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-3609426251528821637</id><published>2008-07-22T17:05:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T03:14:56.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'Nun-Jabi'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SIZL_E-bbMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/fB8Pffovozo/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225947964649467074" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SIZL_E-bbMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/fB8Pffovozo/s320/love.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm dressed, yes, maybe not dressed to impress, maybe not defined by society as the best, but let me stress that I carry myself for me and only me. I don't want 'em eyes, checking my size, and the other 'ish that runs through the minds of those consumed by their carnal desires. A fuel that's ignited and never to be satisfied for the soul craves a deeper craving. I can see it in your eyes, I can see those questions floating around in the room, words of nuns, ninjas and things making you feel as though your bling is a superior standing. As though before you is a vision of oppression, a victim of Osama's mess unable to see that in the land of the brave, home of stupidity I am undeniably free. Lemme take this second to define freedom, because until we're on the same level you'll never see me as human. Freedom is the right to preserve ones dignity to the highest calibre given to humanity.It's the ability to pick a path one is content with from the depths of their soul. It's choices we make for our own sake. Not the laws a nation imposes on us, trying to expose every last inch of flesh convincing us we're now liberated working nine to five, dinner at six, laundry, then hockey practice, oh wait, I think you missed it....... you just doubled your load now you're on night shift ! Honey, I won't judge you and you don't judge me. I don't hate you and you don't hate me. My mind is not limited to butterflies and fashion, no it's a mind challenged by upholding dignity and respect. If you never met one like me, the so called 'nun-jabi', then let it be known my life represents a path I chose. A love that I know. And though you don't get it, I ask you at least respect it. Rearrange those question marks, one back to front ʕʔ .......find the love to understand each other and we'll be on the path to healing homes and hearts beyond the capacity calculated by any man. For the heart is our vehicle of truth and justice....peace and contentment...the heart erases every colour, every race, every language, every place, the heart unites us to by a power beyond the scope of man. Let's make it pure, open our clenched fists and give out a hand. Let's make salaam, peace, a greeting spread only by Islam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-3609426251528821637?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3609426251528821637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=3609426251528821637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3609426251528821637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3609426251528821637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-love-i-love.html' title='&apos;Nun-Jabi&apos;'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SIZL_E-bbMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/fB8Pffovozo/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-7390724649138309157</id><published>2008-07-18T15:13:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T21:35:17.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diagnosis: Verbal Diarrhea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SID4oGacrAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/S0eWfKZ94F8/s1600-h/AD-WTLB05~Words-to-Live-by-Life-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224448935549774850" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SID4oGacrAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/S0eWfKZ94F8/s320/AD-WTLB05~Words-to-Live-by-Life-Posters.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the word of a man worth in this time?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's merely a ringing bell, a chime, sounds that are benign, that can't get past the hymn. It's a pleasantry upon the palate, beyond that it's just a malice. Words that are baseless, just spill and are tasteless. The words of a man should not be a mere noise or sound.It's a transaction, a receipt of interaction. It's a mark left to console, for the word of a real man is not just a word. It's an intent, it's a step into action. If you don't have your word, then you are nothing more than a soothsayers attraction. Define character by making your talk walk, and not just your talk rock. Words that move come with proof of it's groove. A rare quality to find in these times, where all talk does is talk, and all walk does is get your ego in a buzz. Make the words that you utter be the truth in its entirety.Let it be more than just a disillusioned piety but rather an adjective designed to elevate your weight by the Power of the Most High.C'mon, make your soul fly!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-7390724649138309157?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7390724649138309157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=7390724649138309157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/7390724649138309157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/7390724649138309157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2008/07/illness-verbal-diarrhea.html' title='Diagnosis: Verbal Diarrhea'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SID4oGacrAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/S0eWfKZ94F8/s72-c/AD-WTLB05~Words-to-Live-by-Life-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-8213269379353183407</id><published>2008-06-30T12:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:00:19.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BREATHE O' UMMAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                       ..................... BREATHE DAMMIT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-8213269379353183407?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8213269379353183407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=8213269379353183407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8213269379353183407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8213269379353183407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2008/06/breathe-o-ummah.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-776492927147398381</id><published>2008-06-29T09:11:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T20:42:17.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Starvation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We know it's there, we've heard of it's existence....&lt;br /&gt;We've been told and constantly reminded&lt;br /&gt;But we've been brained washed and branded&lt;br /&gt;Turned from humans of intellect to animals&lt;br /&gt;Making survival of the fittest nothing but greed&lt;br /&gt;It's a selfish realm we breed&lt;br /&gt;Eyes walk with death lurking near&lt;br /&gt;Body begging for someone to nurture &lt;br /&gt;Ribs bearing all that words can say&lt;br /&gt;Neglect of priorities has made it this day&lt;br /&gt;Hearts don't breathe any more&lt;br /&gt;For hearts with life would turn deathly sore&lt;br /&gt;Not just blue in the face and then back to me and you&lt;br /&gt;No, our hearts are filled to its capacity&lt;br /&gt;Though blessed with space and flexibility&lt;br /&gt;It encompasses nothing but drama&lt;br /&gt;Too busy trying to make 'right' our self inflicted wrong&lt;br /&gt;When we've got a world of worries to keep us busy&lt;br /&gt;Stripped of dignity, void of mercy&lt;br /&gt;Forgive us for our neglect beautiful child&lt;br /&gt;For we are diseased and unable to find time to go beyond a tear in our eye&lt;br /&gt;Please don't spite us on the day of Reckoning&lt;br /&gt;Please don't hate us, pray for our awakening&lt;br /&gt;Ya Raabi stir our soul, Ya Raabi make us whole again&lt;br /&gt;Protect us from the wrong we place on our own&lt;br /&gt;Make easy for those we fail to embrace and hold....Ameen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218581537747228322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SGwgQmTV1qI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nO1DEnpjqA8/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SGeK5BRaCNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nqXrAek77_A/s1600-h/072498sudan-famine_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing Wedding Feast&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SGeK5AfgUJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QdQBat4v3-w/s1600-h/56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217291405321326738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SGeK5AfgUJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QdQBat4v3-w/s320/56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SGeK5QmfB8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/uK8MStS_-40/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217291409645569986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SGeK5QmfB8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/uK8MStS_-40/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SGeKtye3gbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2Q98Bau0b_o/s1600-h/072498sudan-famine_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-776492927147398381?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/776492927147398381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=776492927147398381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/776492927147398381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/776492927147398381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-starvation.html' title='Our Starvation'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SGwgQmTV1qI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nO1DEnpjqA8/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-3073016103516073976</id><published>2008-05-30T15:35:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:44:30.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SEBmn7N02bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qQQ3rvFCvQc/s1600-h/islam_385x261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206274005336906162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SEBmn7N02bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qQQ3rvFCvQc/s320/islam_385x261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SEBcw7N02aI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UgpXb2CxAuM/s1600-h/islam_385x261.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SEBcw7N02aI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UgpXb2CxAuM/s1600-h/islam_385x261.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;                                      The depth within each self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                      T&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he understanding of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;                                      Seek the bounty and guidance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;                                      Cherish the truth one may call defiance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;                                      Uphold it's potential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;                                      Go deeper then the root; this is essential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;                                      It is the soul of man alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;                                      It is the sustenance beyond the flesh and bone ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-3073016103516073976?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3073016103516073976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=3073016103516073976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3073016103516073976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3073016103516073976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2008/05/spirit.html' title='Spirit'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SEBmn7N02bI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qQQ3rvFCvQc/s72-c/islam_385x261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-6699438403725520232</id><published>2008-05-21T01:06:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:01:08.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Forth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SDO1k1qKQcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BdyZ-mfq0AU/s1600-h/8777~Spring-Chorus-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202701639026885058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SDO1k1qKQcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BdyZ-mfq0AU/s320/8777~Spring-Chorus-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Exhale a tale worth concealing; you've broken the roots&lt;br /&gt;Breathe a story not worth hearing; you've burned the grass&lt;br /&gt;Live a life dampened by lies; you've been coated with pesticides&lt;br /&gt;Project a being not upholding dignity; you've been infested by grubs&lt;br /&gt;Devour an image ignited by desires; you've been stomped upon by millions&lt;br /&gt;Continue a path of digression; you witnessed your eternal state&lt;br /&gt;Utter arrogance; you've removed every bud before it could blossom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caress a weak frail flower; you've touched life at its peak&lt;br /&gt;Prick in knowledge and gently place it at the root; you've secured your purpose&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle a layer of light; you've nurtured your existence&lt;br /&gt;Spray with constant reflection; you've understood reality&lt;br /&gt;Hum the Praises of the Most High and sit firm; you've earned the world&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt; greatest contentment&lt;br /&gt;Awe struck by such perfection; you've been a witness to the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signs are a Mercy for us within our own capacity to attain wisdom .....with eyes wide open embrace your path knowing it is your own actions that dictate your own satisfactions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-6699438403725520232?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6699438403725520232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=6699438403725520232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/6699438403725520232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/6699438403725520232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2008/05/spring-forth.html' title='Spring Forth'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SDO1k1qKQcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BdyZ-mfq0AU/s72-c/8777~Spring-Chorus-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-6364919266522745248</id><published>2008-04-14T15:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T15:22:13.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fasabrun Jameel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SAOuSw_UkjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YLEmrf2uDXE/s1600-h/Allah4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189182833072312882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SAOuSw_UkjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YLEmrf2uDXE/s320/Allah4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'Beautiful Patience your bud is tightly wound, but your blossom is wide and round. You've been elevated by The Most Gracious, Most Merciful. Walk with me hand in hand, teach me your ways. For your roots are hard to plant but when embedded it runs deep. The stretch towards the top cannot be foreseen. Its road varies by each stem, but all come with their own share of obstacles. O'Beautiful Patience, I know your scent is greater than any my heart and soul has ever known, and I feel your strength in me. Show me the way beyond the obvious route, one that sends me Praising the Creator, Sustainer, Maintainer......the Knower of All things. O'Beautiful Patience you're hard to attain, but I yearn for your fruit, I yearn to know you. With a smile running from one side to the other, eyes filled with a wonder and a truth, I place myself in your care. I desire your teachings. O'Beautiful Patience ..... be patient with me, for my scope can be very narrow. Hold me up when I dangle by the edge, push me up to reach my potential. O'Beautiful Patience, how sweet you are, I daydream a taste of your nectar, a glance at your grace, a stroke of your elegance. O'Beautiful Patience, let me plant you correctly, let me love you for only He ; the Almighty! O'Beautiful Patience smile with me as we embark on this journey, just you, me and the Lord of the Worlds. May we remain steadfast to reap the rewards of a fantasy to be a reality. I can sense the load of this journey will not wear me down once I've firmly planted the roots, covered it and sealed it from the open enemy. O'Beautiful Patience, let me be one with thee....O'Beautiful Patience your bud is tightly wound, but your blossom is wide and round :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allahu Akbr :) :) Praise be to Allah swt Knower of All Things, who just says "BE" and it is......La illaha illah Muhammadur Rasoolulla sullahwho alyahi wa salaam.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-6364919266522745248?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6364919266522745248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=6364919266522745248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/6364919266522745248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/6364919266522745248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2008/04/fasabrun-jameel.html' title='Fasabrun Jameel'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/SAOuSw_UkjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YLEmrf2uDXE/s72-c/Allah4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-7410469153058384208</id><published>2008-03-31T16:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:58:35.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Verily by the remembrance of Allah &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(subhanahu wa ta'ala)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; do hearts find ease"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-7410469153058384208?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7410469153058384208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=7410469153058384208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/7410469153058384208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/7410469153058384208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2008/03/verily-by-remembrance-of-allah.html' title=''/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-5303394757596674344</id><published>2008-03-26T18:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T16:39:57.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumber's Truth</title><content type='html'>The wrinkles across my forehead represent more then just an agitation, it's a result of a soul stirred. Discontented with it's position, and unable to feel secure of the station it wishes to be upon. It's an awakening, a sharp twisting, a realization of a rank lower then one had even imagined. Feeling the affect and I'm definitely not proud. My head lowers in shame, as I need a moment, a span of Grace from the Almighty. It's a terrible feeling, to turn to see so much loss in span of a moment. It's a scary reality to not be able to acknowledge a widened path, that more then always branches to an entirely different path. The concept of seeing with clarity, was what I thought to be my reality. Haunted by the thought of failure or lack of strength to achieve the nearness that I desire. I cannot feel whole, for I fault with many holes. I staggered and I dawdled now the consequence is clear. The creases above my brows, the intense frown is a sadness within the soul, for I now see I am just that person that I never wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah subhanahu wa tala have Mercy on us for our shortcomings and give us strength to be more then just a vision, but rather a reality. Living within humility and intense purpose...Ameen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-5303394757596674344?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5303394757596674344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=5303394757596674344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/5303394757596674344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/5303394757596674344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2008/03/slumbers-truth.html' title='Slumber&apos;s Truth'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-3379955583380881690</id><published>2008-03-23T12:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T12:41:03.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>~Slaughtering Peace...!!!</title><content type='html'>I try to reason with man's decision to cause pain and confusion. I've yet to understand why we thrive on hurting one another, as if we don't also have a mother,sister, father, or brother. Are we really fighting to keep each other together? Or are we misusing power we have over one another? Lest we forget what it feels to pain, to have nothing to gain, just another playing in this bloody game. Awake each morning trying not to go insane, dying in vain, as no honor comes from wanting to join this terror.Do we want to end it, I wonder. Perhaps we should take a little while longer to ponder. Bomb after bomb, tomb after tomb, accomplishes what?...everlasting doom! Are we fighting to keep mankind safe, or just starting a race to see which nation will be the quickest to erase? It's a battle for power,not for a torn down tower, or the thousands for whom we place a flower. Peace is not found in war, for war bears nothing but broken spears, tears, distressed ears, and dead peers. Not forgetting, more hunger, more terror, more anger, being left with nothing to do but suffer. Missing so much- our hearts aching.Looking for someone to clutch- our souls breaking. But we continue misunderstanding the purpose of life, holding on tight to the knife. Our blood spilling, yet together it will always run, for we are all humans, waging a war that can never be won.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Written 5-6 yrs ago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-3379955583380881690?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3379955583380881690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=3379955583380881690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3379955583380881690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3379955583380881690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2008/03/slaughtering-peace.html' title='~Slaughtering Peace...!!!'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-741469730694212444</id><published>2008-03-18T22:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T00:20:00.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Death Be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R-B9dfyaJZI/AAAAAAAAADw/bLIWiiEfd0E/s1600-h/bright+light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R-B9dfyaJZI/AAAAAAAAADw/bLIWiiEfd0E/s320/bright+light.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179277517178676626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be that moment to exhale, to prevail, to know that life has begun and not just hit its end. When death hits let it be a your moment to shine, a day to unwind, a way make the soul smile. Let it be a death worth dying. Let it be a life worth living. When death hits, let it be the one moment in your life you won't regret, let it be the only thing you ever worked for. When death hits let it be ...success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't shy away from what what you can't control, don't run from what even the dumbest foo' knows will always come. March on baby, head up high walking a path that you can only pray is the one to a life of eternity. Not just forever-ness but pure bliss. Now tell me is this what you want to miss? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my mansion, take my bed, take my clothes, my comfort, take my all, just leave me my soul strong. All I wanna know is my book comes in the right hand, and that I've made it to a forever land without stress, hardships... just pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let death be your friend not your foe. Let it greet you in peace and not with "woe" . Let it be your life's work, let it be your ambition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let death be all that it is ......... the reality of what this is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-741469730694212444?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/741469730694212444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=741469730694212444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/741469730694212444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/741469730694212444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2008/03/let-death-be.html' title='Let Death Be...'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R-B9dfyaJZI/AAAAAAAAADw/bLIWiiEfd0E/s72-c/bright+light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-6821377891483188736</id><published>2008-03-09T16:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T00:01:01.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch the Sky!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It is the nature of humans to seek out the easiest possible way to accomplish a task. For some a half&amp;nbsp;hearted job just won't cut it, for others they're happy to just say 'I did it' regardless of the quality of work. Some accomplish their goals, overcome obstacles, and touch success with honor and dignity. Others feel the need to use deception, constantly seek sympathy, and basically 'hustle' to get to where they feel they need to go. Both will reap the rewards according to their struggle and effort, nothing less and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all that life brings us, all we can do is control how we react. Circumstances, people, or anything else are only a matter of distances that we need to go. They are the the moutains we must climb, and no mountain is ever too high. Not unless you decide it is. "Those that say they can and those that say they can't, are probably right" ..... so very true. EVERYTHING in this world is 'mind over matter'. If we believe we can do it, then we can. If we believe we can't, then we won't. It's that simple, no matter where you want to go. Naturally your heart and drive must be in full force...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by hill tops all around us, breaking free from one to find another greater heap has come. From valleys to mountains, from rivers to lakes, beauty in its own challenge but challenges none the less. A swim or a climb towards that which we desire. Attainable! Reach for the stars, for once man thought it was impossible now he can touch the moon. No goal, no desire is unattainable; that is the nature of man. If his will and drive is there, no matter what the task he will achieve it. Through thick and thin, without counting minutes or counting days. Patience comes with ease when the reward is in the battle not only the result. Desire, Drive, and Defy all that comes your way,and you will surprise yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verily, nothing is impossible for Allah swt, and with your right foot forward go touch the sky! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-6821377891483188736?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6821377891483188736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=6821377891483188736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/6821377891483188736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/6821377891483188736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2008/03/touch-sky.html' title='Touch the Sky!!'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-8139245807068821966</id><published>2008-02-22T22:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T22:56:07.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step at a Time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R7-ZSyxViEI/AAAAAAAAADo/xFt9fGcm6rQ/s1600-h/broken+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170019445390018626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R7-ZSyxViEI/AAAAAAAAADo/xFt9fGcm6rQ/s320/broken+heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look to the future and not the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a heart that is broken shall never last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a lion that stalks its prey...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..........hmmm now how did that poem go again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life works itself out in many different ways, often in ways we don't anticipate or comprehend. My life experience has taught me something valuable, and though for the past week I wasn't sure what to think of this lesson I still come back to it. In life, we must always, always seek the guidance of Allah swt. If we do that with a clear heart, mind and sincerity, then we must trust ourselves. Sometimes we spend days and nights analyzing and over analyzing to realize that we're more confused then when we started. There's no telling what is in people's heart's and why things occur in the ways that they do. If we trust Allah swt, then we can trust ourselves to use the wisdom He gives us to make choices in life. My recent incident, yes didn't go as planned, and yes a deathly disappointment.......but I have no regrets what so ever. I went with an open mind, and it didn't happen as planned. Who knows why, or what lesson must be learned, or perhaps it's merely a test of faith only God really knows. The point is after the human emotional aspect is done and the tears have been spilled, we can always feel good knowing that Allah swt is the best of Planners....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....Like a lion that stalks it's prey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Success will come it's way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;with patience and prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have nothing to fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And though it hurts from the pain of emotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time will heal and love will form a new potion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, life must go on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who are we to truly know what is good for us or not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praise be to He&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That says 'BE' and it shall be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-8139245807068821966?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8139245807068821966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=8139245807068821966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8139245807068821966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8139245807068821966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-step-at-time.html' title='One Step at a Time..'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R7-ZSyxViEI/AAAAAAAAADo/xFt9fGcm6rQ/s72-c/broken+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-147159155036509470</id><published>2007-12-22T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T18:12:09.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give a little of yourself......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R22Zf1Kr8xI/AAAAAAAAADg/D0RDxg4fHRA/s1600-h/begging_photo-340x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146938721281241874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R22Zf1Kr8xI/AAAAAAAAADg/D0RDxg4fHRA/s320/begging_photo-340x480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was forwarded this email and I found a lesson within which we all need to be reminded about every lil while....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank you Allah swt for all the favors you have bestowed upon us, forgive us Ya Rabb for being ungrateful, forgive us. Ya Allah swt please help our ailing ummah and stir our hearts to be a means of assisting them...Ameen..ameen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After a conversation with one of my friends, he told me despite having to work 2 jobs that bring in approximately R2500 per month, he's quite happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wondered how anyone could be happy considering he has to skimp with everything because of his low pay. He's supporting his parents, his in-laws, his wife, 2 daughters and the many bills his large household accrues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He explained that his reasoning was caused by one incident that he'd seen in India. It had happened a couple of years before he'd married when he was feeling very low, after a major setback, while touring India. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He said that right in front of his very eyes, he saw an Indian mother chop off her child's right hand. The hopelessness in the mother's eyes, the scream of pain from the innocent 4-year-old has haunted him, ever since. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You may ask why did the mother do so? Had the child been naughty? Had the child's hand been infected? No, it was done for two simple words - - - TO BEG!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The desperate mother deliberately caused the child to be handicapped so that the child could go out to the streets to beg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Taken back by the scene, he dropped a piece of bread he was eating and almost instantly, a flock of 5 or 6 children swamped towards this small piece of bread, covered with sand, robbing bits from one another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How could hunger and desperation be allowed to fester like this? Stricken by the happenings, he instructed his guide to get a truck and to drive him to the nearest bakery. He went to two bakeries and bought every single loaf of bread he found. The owners were dumbfounded but willingly sold everything. He spent less than R200 to obtain about 400 loaves of bread this is less than R0.50 per loaf) and then spent about R100 to get other daily necessities.&lt;br /&gt;Off he went with his bread into the streets. As he distributed the bread and necessities to the children and adults (mostly handicapped)he received cheers and bows. For the first time in his life he wondered how people would do almost anything for a loaf of bread which cost less than 50 CENTS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He began to tell himself how fortunate he was. How fortunate he is to be able to have a complete body, have a job, have a family, have the chance to complain about what food is good and what isn't, have the chance to be clothed, have the many things that these people in front of him are deprived of..... .&lt;br /&gt;Now I began to think and feel it, too! Was my life really that bad? Perhaps... not, should I feel bad all the time? What about you? Maybe the next time you think it couldn't be worse, think about the child who lost one hand to beg on the streets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Contentment is not the fulfillment of what you want, it's the realization of how much you already have." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the next that has been opened for us.&lt;br /&gt;It's so very true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it.&lt;br /&gt;But it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.&lt;br /&gt;The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything.&lt;br /&gt;They just make the most of everything that comes their way.&lt;br /&gt;The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can't be your best until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;Send this message to those people who mean something to you. To those who have touched your life in one way or another. To those who make you smile when you really need it. To those that allow you see the brighter side of things. To those you want to let know that you appreciate their friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-147159155036509470?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/147159155036509470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=147159155036509470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/147159155036509470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/147159155036509470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/give-little-of-yourself.html' title='Give a little of yourself......'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R22Zf1Kr8xI/AAAAAAAAADg/D0RDxg4fHRA/s72-c/begging_photo-340x480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-4617455671024064847</id><published>2007-12-11T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T14:16:00.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupid Revealed - cupid doesn't love you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R16h7Rfa-mI/AAAAAAAAADY/9DZ1DB9ukpI/s1600-h/Adoption-CupidLeft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142725864183233122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R16h7Rfa-mI/AAAAAAAAADY/9DZ1DB9ukpI/s320/Adoption-CupidLeft.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cupid likes to throw darts but he only throws them outside of wedlock. He causes feelings of desire,want and more importantly expectations. All these eventually wear off and can be said that it is an illusion of the mind. Cupid cannot leave his darts within his targets, it just won't be right. These darts are sort of magical and so every dart must indeed be removed as they are irreplaceable. Some darts land deep within the flesh and its removal is slow and painful. Its mirage affects and poison does not leave the body for a long time. Sometimes this slow process also involves twisting and pulling and tearing at the core of its penetration, which is the deadliest of places; the heart. The result is a huge flesh wound, unable to heal itself, unable to be concealed. The hole and the scar will remain. Then there's cupid taking a shot with a tequila in hand. Often it lacks power and aim. Therefore it only grazes the surface. It still leaves a scar but faint and it will completely heal. Then there's the in between, where the arrow draws blood, leaves pain, leaves a scar but heals completely without any indentation. No matter what, when cupid hits the side affect of his drug is always pain. Sometimes a lot, sometimes a little. The trick it to catch the arrow before it hits, launch it back at cupid straight in the eye so he will never fully see you. "Love is not just limited to butterflies and sex.It's to recognise and respect each others intellects." 'Love' before marriage is an illusion based on the daydreams one manages to conceive during an extended period of time. The difference before and after marriage is the difference between truth and lie. Marriage is a sacred bond based on responsibility and care. It's commitment based on the basic understanding of human existence and rights. Cupid in the 21st century has been breeding like a wildfire and I conclude it's the reason "common law" spouses is the new age of marriage sadly throughout all countries and now within all religions. It is also the cause of high divorce rates, a direct result of expectations never fulfilled. And a dramatic increase of AID's where lust has no conscience. Cupid causes a social crisis where children are split between homes, fathers betray their trust, mothers abandon their God given light- their pedestal only a mother can stand on. Is there a solution?...Only on an individual basis. Change is not impossible, it's a matter of mental ambitions synchronized by physical determination. We live as we truly wish because we control when and what we allow ourselves to be hit with; to reason with. Pick your path, study it, know it, walk it with your head high, and your efforts even higher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-4617455671024064847?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4617455671024064847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=4617455671024064847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/4617455671024064847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/4617455671024064847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/cupid-revealed.html' title='Cupid Revealed - cupid doesn&apos;t love you!'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R16h7Rfa-mI/AAAAAAAAADY/9DZ1DB9ukpI/s72-c/Adoption-CupidLeft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-586593716096233735</id><published>2007-12-10T14:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T14:24:18.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R12SOxfa-kI/AAAAAAAAADI/mm46WeG2i5o/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142427132027927106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R12SOxfa-kI/AAAAAAAAADI/mm46WeG2i5o/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mommy, next time I make a mistake on a beautiful thing will you cover it?"&lt;/strong&gt; ....words from a 4 year olds mouth. He came to me with an eraser and a picture he drew and he asked me to erase the mistake he made but being done in marker this was not possible. So I said I will use my white-out pen to fix it up, since he did such an excellent job. This however fascinated him and he enjoyed the "tape" that covered mistakes. And in his innocence and honesty he said the above words. I repeated it out loud and chuckled to myself. A few minutes later I found myself pondering on his words, but in a different light. Would it not be so wonderful if we could indeed cover mistakes made by our friends/family and all the beautiful people around us. And so I ask, "next time I or anyone makes a mistake on a beautiful thing, will you cover it?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-586593716096233735?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/586593716096233735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=586593716096233735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/586593716096233735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/586593716096233735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/mistakes.html' title='Mistakes'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R12SOxfa-kI/AAAAAAAAADI/mm46WeG2i5o/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-405833531711165568</id><published>2007-12-09T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T01:16:46.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Women wearing headscarfs - Give me a break!</title><content type='html'>I love this!!..haha (I'm laughing at HOW he says it, not what he says)&lt;br /&gt;             ...It's true...just watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9H_5K1Mns40&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9H_5K1Mns40&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-405833531711165568?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/405833531711165568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=405833531711165568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/405833531711165568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/405833531711165568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/women-wearing-headscarfs-give-me-break.html' title='Women wearing headscarfs - Give me a break!'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-8554366180227885421</id><published>2007-12-09T00:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T02:22:30.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Ask God</title><content type='html'>O'God Let me die knowing I've touched the world&lt;br /&gt;I've aimed to land on the sun, afraid of none&lt;br /&gt;Let me die with purpose, with conviction&lt;br /&gt;Let me be placed within the soil, the debris knowing my soul is full&lt;br /&gt;O'God let me die having reached my fullest potential&lt;br /&gt;Let me die looking the enemy in the eye knowing that I did try&lt;br /&gt;Let me die having feared no one but you&lt;br /&gt;Having trekked through knowing my return is only to you&lt;br /&gt;O'God allow me to live fighting the war of good vs evil&lt;br /&gt;Let me live in a world where good stands a chance to prevail&lt;br /&gt;Let me live in on an earth that sees day and night as a purpose&lt;br /&gt;Where birds and butterflies are not just words from a poetess&lt;br /&gt;Let me live with an intellect and an understanding of truth&lt;br /&gt;Let the boundries of this world be none around me&lt;br /&gt;Let me be free to live for the the next life&lt;br /&gt;Let me be strong and inspire to be stronger&lt;br /&gt;Let me be caring and inspire to give more&lt;br /&gt;O'God show me the way of the blessed&lt;br /&gt;Show me true success!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-8554366180227885421?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8554366180227885421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=8554366180227885421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8554366180227885421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8554366180227885421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/only-ask-god.html' title='Only Ask God'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-3064034464086016795</id><published>2007-12-07T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T00:50:58.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost In Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;sWritten in April 2002-- 5 yrs later, I feel exactly the same, and have no answers....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed emotions inside, I can't make sense of each compartment it hides. My strength being torn apart in each article, each report, each utter by the breath that doesn't not wish to give support. My love, my happiness so overwhelming like a worldly bliss. But my world, has stress that I can't miss or leave to have vultures continue to kill each last kid. So what do I do? ... Turn ignorance to arrogance? Turn love of family to a distant past? ...Run across the world and die fighting to make a difference? I cannot void the inhumane images I see, I cannot forget the ones who love me unconditionally, I can't continue to listen to them say the truth is the 'corrupted word'. Why is it we forget how pain feels?..Why don't we realize that if we inflict the hurt they inflict it will never end?..Why don't we realize that we are all humans with a heart?.. Why can't we feel beyond our own? Why can't they give us back our homes? Why do we die in a state of hate? ... Children live in terror, they're only knowledge is of the bombs the enemies fire while they slumber. Their fondest memory is to find shelter within a crumbled building. Their only joy is when they take another soul. Never do their tears run dry, as each day it's either, their mother, father, uncle, or aunt. There's an internal wound in each heart, no place to inflict any more pain. Each dart has left a dried bloodstain. Its a life not an understanding of what's wrong or right....for they've been wronged and they're oppressors just want to fight. What can we do in this broken world, but cry endless tears to our Creator to bless them with an eternity of happiness for bearing a life filled with terrorists. Ameen..Ameen..Ameen..my lips will always voice their pain, and my heart will always envy their strength, my soul will always whimper for them till justice will hold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-3064034464086016795?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3064034464086016795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=3064034464086016795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3064034464086016795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3064034464086016795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/lost-in-darkness.html' title='Lost In Darkness'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-710256238756571824</id><published>2007-12-03T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T20:52:49.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Guantanamo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R1S-phfa-iI/AAAAAAAAAC0/03V5-9OQF7Y/s1600-R/gitmo-detainees-bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139942695310653986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R1S-phfa-iI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GRYWuq0Ybm4/s320/gitmo-detainees-bush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELP THEM!! &lt;a href="http://www.amnesty.ca/campaigns/no_exceptions/guantanamo_action.php"&gt;http://www.amnesty.ca/campaigns/no_exceptions/guantanamo_action.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-710256238756571824?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/710256238756571824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=710256238756571824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/710256238756571824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/710256238756571824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/close-guantanamo.html' title='Close Guantanamo!!'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R1S-phfa-iI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GRYWuq0Ybm4/s72-c/gitmo-detainees-bush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-5418201786702185853</id><published>2007-12-02T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T20:17:43.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponder...</title><content type='html'>"Who is he that will lend unto Allah a goodly load, that He may double it for him and his may be a rich reward?" - &lt;em&gt;The Noble Quran&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-5418201786702185853?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5418201786702185853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=5418201786702185853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/5418201786702185853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/5418201786702185853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/ponder.html' title='Ponder...'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-6028946468647641315</id><published>2007-12-01T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T18:38:04.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfecting Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R1Is6Rfa-hI/AAAAAAAAACs/NvjZICrgbko/s1600-R/hampton_beach_sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139219504422386194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R1Is6Rfa-hI/AAAAAAAAACs/DL8ri6Nn0iw/s320/hampton_beach_sunrise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have you heard that all that's meant to be will be, whether you wish it or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have you seen with your heart and not just those two holes above your nose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have you seen how wonders work around us, how perfectly planned things can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some argue love is destiny, others argue it's a sought out commodity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I say, it's a thing that once you strive to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fulfill&lt;/span&gt; it, ultimately you will receive it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But timing is everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Patience, is a choice of happiness or without it you're left with mere &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some say success is a matter of will power, others say it's just luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I say it's a tied camel and a two hands facing upward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's the ability to work knowing all your affairs are taken care of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some argue freedom is a right, others say it's a luxury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I say it's a choice of knowing what you want, and fearing none but the Almighty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the end our fate is the same, destiny is a matter of labour and trust in the One who says "BE" and it shall BE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Glory&lt;/span&gt; be to He, the Lord of all the Heavens and the Earth and everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-6028946468647641315?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6028946468647641315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=6028946468647641315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/6028946468647641315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/6028946468647641315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/perfecting-patience.html' title='Perfecting Patience'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R1Is6Rfa-hI/AAAAAAAAACs/DL8ri6Nn0iw/s72-c/hampton_beach_sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-1557893931838514292</id><published>2007-11-24T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T21:52:10.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes 30 seconds...</title><content type='html'>It takes 30 seconds to hit "reply" and say a friendly "hi"&lt;br /&gt;It takes 30 seconds to smile and dispose of the lie in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;It takes 30 seconds to drop food in a bin&lt;br /&gt;It takes 30 seconds to inspire the sick to have hope&lt;br /&gt;It takes 30 seconds to hold out your hand and help&lt;br /&gt;It takes 30 seconds to lift a spoon and place food on a ones empty plate&lt;br /&gt;It takes 30 seconds to speak up and defend one against a bully&lt;br /&gt;It takes 30 seconds to inspire&lt;br /&gt;It takes 30 seconds to learn a lesson&lt;br /&gt;It takes 30 seconds to make the weak strong&lt;br /&gt;It takes 30 seconds to see life before us&lt;br /&gt;It takes 30 seconds to realize the reality&lt;br /&gt;It takes 30 seconds to forever change lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................In 24 hours, find 30 seconds and change tomorrow today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-1557893931838514292?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1557893931838514292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=1557893931838514292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/1557893931838514292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/1557893931838514292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-takes-30-seconds.html' title='It takes 30 seconds...'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-2139433365684584124</id><published>2007-11-24T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T06:34:35.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*edited*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R0jOcAxPsuI/AAAAAAAAACk/LAlRhrd5mFg/s1600-h/angrysmiliypinbadge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136582355654259426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R0jOcAxPsuI/AAAAAAAAACk/LAlRhrd5mFg/s320/angrysmiliypinbadge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*EDITED*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we as humans can figure out how to get to the moon, surely we can figure out how to defend the oppressed THROUGH OUT the world. But why can't we? Because it's so much easier not to think about it. It's so much easier to close our doors, curl up on the couch and watch the "Little Mosque on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Prairie&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;....let each of us vow today to make a difference. Be it small be it big. We ALL have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;potenial&lt;/span&gt; to touch a life, to cause a chain reaction which eventually will be seen everywhere. If you don't try, how will you ever know? God has given ever single one of us a gift...discover it...use...and make a change!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless those of innocence, God bless those that are oppressed, God bless those that put forth their best with sincerity, God bless those with goodness in their hearts, and give us the numbers to make a change....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ameen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/article1290331.ece" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/article1290331.ece&lt;/a&gt; ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-2139433365684584124?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2139433365684584124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=2139433365684584124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/2139433365684584124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/2139433365684584124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2007/11/bitter-warning-slightly-profane.html' title='*edited*'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R0jOcAxPsuI/AAAAAAAAACk/LAlRhrd5mFg/s72-c/angrysmiliypinbadge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-7379722924828192608</id><published>2007-11-19T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T11:40:09.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parental Love</title><content type='html'>I wrote this poem years ago, it's been lying in one of my books. But in honor of Children's Day I thought I would post it here. Every precious child in the world ......it's for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134768586670191314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R0Jc0wxPstI/AAAAAAAAACc/Ro_aC5buuMo/s320/ucday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever seen an angel sleep? Have see how far he can spread his feet? How he likes his wings to be free? Have you ever seen the glow on his face? A glow no tantrum can erase. Have you ever seen how his lips part ever so slightly and whistle a heavenly melody? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; angel, sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; child, you make me want to smile and cry at the same time. O' sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; angel you'll never know this love of mine. It runs from my veins into your heart, and through your smile back into my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; angel, sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; child, this love of mine may be blind but I can't help loving such a beautiful thing (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Masha'Allah&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love you so much it hurts that these words don't seem to work ... so I'll lay a kiss on your cheek and pray one day you'll come to realize how much I mean it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sweet dreams my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; angel child, sweet dreams baby of mine ......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For more blogs done in &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;honour of Universal Children's Day, please go to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sketchedsoul.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sketched Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-7379722924828192608?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7379722924828192608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=7379722924828192608' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/7379722924828192608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/7379722924828192608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2007/11/parental-love.html' title='Parental Love'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/R0Jc0wxPstI/AAAAAAAAACc/Ro_aC5buuMo/s72-c/ucday2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-4082937392750022838</id><published>2007-11-15T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T09:49:57.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mini reflection .....</title><content type='html'>One will not find greatness in physical or mental ease. For greatness lies in the ability to work mind and body &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in sync&lt;/span&gt; of ones passions. To yearn for ease is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; to yearn for something less than great! Indeed when greatness is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;achieved&lt;/span&gt; ease will follow............. trust the Plan of the Almighty, a plan only disclosed by the practice of patience :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Insha'Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-4082937392750022838?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4082937392750022838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=4082937392750022838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/4082937392750022838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/4082937392750022838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2007/11/mini-reflection.html' title='mini reflection .....'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-3048443533602916898</id><published>2007-11-13T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T21:30:06.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/Rzpcuoc9R9I/AAAAAAAAACU/IN5TsJuqLXM/s1600-h/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132516681544714194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/Rzpcuoc9R9I/AAAAAAAAACU/IN5TsJuqLXM/s320/sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many moons ago I used to look up in the sky and I used to wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;O'stars, stars why are you up so high?&lt;br /&gt;Many moons ago I used to gaze into the night and I used to wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;Moon, moon why are you up so high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I got older, I got a tiny bit wiser&lt;br /&gt;No need to wonder any longer&lt;br /&gt;Because if the moon and the stars were down low&lt;br /&gt;By the greed of man they would be no more&lt;br /&gt;We'll be staring at a dark hole for sure&lt;br /&gt;The black of the night&lt;br /&gt;That of earths current sights&lt;br /&gt;Where we fight, fight and fight&lt;br /&gt;But no ones has their rights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many moon ago I used to look up in the sky and I used to wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;O'stars, stars why are you up so high?&lt;br /&gt;Many moons ago I used to gaze into the night and I used to wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;Moon, moon why are you up so high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to see now, that if we able to pluck you from the sky&lt;br /&gt;There would be one less reason for us to sigh&lt;br /&gt;To awe and to cry&lt;br /&gt;As there would be nothing left above us, other than a darkness&lt;br /&gt;The result of each selfish gain trying to make claim to what's not theirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so if you find yourself asking why, o'why?&lt;br /&gt;Remember it's not always easy to see wisdom but just try&lt;br /&gt;Eventually you'll come to see it&lt;br /&gt;And realize the best isn't always what you see fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I gaze into the open night air and I say&lt;br /&gt;Luminescent moon suspended above us, radiant in the night sky&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful bulbs; the stars beating within it's blanket of black&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you're up above the reach of man&lt;br /&gt;This is indeed is God's Master Plan&lt;br /&gt;I put my trust in you O'Creator of all I see&lt;br /&gt;For your wisdom is beyond our understanding&lt;br /&gt;Beyond that of humanity! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-3048443533602916898?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3048443533602916898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=3048443533602916898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3048443533602916898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3048443533602916898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2007/11/night-light.html' title='Night Light'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/Rzpcuoc9R9I/AAAAAAAAACU/IN5TsJuqLXM/s72-c/sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-8369638620599310321</id><published>2007-10-31T01:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T23:22:37.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/RygTMAAtvJI/AAAAAAAAACM/aJv-PnDWNDA/s1600-h/SMILE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127369272643665042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/RygTMAAtvJI/AAAAAAAAACM/aJv-PnDWNDA/s320/SMILE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, this is seriously getting a lil too depressing for my likings. I think I'm taking out way too much of my negative wordly, poltical views. It all goes back to the same thing really; erosion of morality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, I had intended on writing something on a brighter note but seeing as it's way past my bedtime and that my brain has indeed shut off I will leave you with this.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ohhh when you're smiling, oh when you're smiling the whole world smilesss with youuuuu" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) Smile cuz it'z sunnah ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-8369638620599310321?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8369638620599310321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=8369638620599310321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8369638620599310321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/8369638620599310321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/ahhh.html' title='Ahhh'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/RygTMAAtvJI/AAAAAAAAACM/aJv-PnDWNDA/s72-c/SMILE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-1323359966921982923</id><published>2007-10-27T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T22:18:42.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing a Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They call it a war on terror but I'm sure you now know...&lt;br /&gt;It's a war no doubt, no morality - just the stench of man as he falls to the bottom of earth's greatest pit&lt;br /&gt;It's a pit of hell, where those that feel torture and murder are a hit&lt;br /&gt;Repugnant actions ridiculed, joked at and poked at, making it seem as though we're all down with that&lt;br /&gt;Made to stand 24 hours in a day, handcuffed to a rail&lt;br /&gt;Stripped bear made to walk, ankles handcuffed as they laugh and stare&lt;br /&gt;Made to fear as dogs tear their flesh apart&lt;br /&gt;Rejoicing their pain, rejoicing their death&lt;br /&gt;And I ask again and again..how can we not feel for others when we know the feeling of pain?&lt;br /&gt;And again I am lost with no reply&lt;br /&gt;Tears can't save a life, no - it can't ease a burden , it can't change a past&lt;br /&gt;The war is no doubt that of terror, no doubt one designed to inflict as much hate and hurt possible to human kind&lt;br /&gt;It's a pit of hell that they've fallen in&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the feeling of power over another human being&lt;br /&gt;"Do unto others as you want done to you"&lt;br /&gt;Words of wisdom but a deaf and blind nation cannot adhere&lt;br /&gt;Disgust hardly speaks of my hearts emotions&lt;br /&gt;Anger and hurt make up only a portion&lt;br /&gt;Would it be okay if it happened in America?&lt;br /&gt;The land of the free, home of the dead and empty&lt;br /&gt;Would it be a mere torture scandal or would it turn into 'a war on devils'?&lt;br /&gt;It takes evil to allow ones soul to take part in this injustice, in this filth&lt;br /&gt;It takes the bones and flesh of hell's abode to enjoy such nauseation&lt;br /&gt;It takes a mindless, eroded soul to have a hand&lt;br /&gt;May you die with more fear in you than that you've tried to put in man&lt;br /&gt;May bliss be taken away from you in this life and the next&lt;br /&gt;How can I want any better for a man or woman that enjoys torture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-1323359966921982923?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1323359966921982923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=1323359966921982923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/1323359966921982923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/1323359966921982923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/missing-soul.html' title='Missing a Soul'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-1594236383624969648</id><published>2007-10-23T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T16:15:51.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it be a Nightmare!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/Rx66awwQJaI/AAAAAAAAACE/EL50oQQzrf8/s1600-h/palestine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124738394920854946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/Rx66awwQJaI/AAAAAAAAACE/EL50oQQzrf8/s320/palestine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I used to wonder about hell and it's occupants. I used to think of how anyone can truly be deserving of such a horrid event. And though I believe without a doubt the Almighty knows best, I would quiver at the words etched in my chest. As I grow more aware of what surrounds me, as I can see past my life and my family, my home, my serenity. I quiver just as much. I cannot comprehend the concept of torture, I cannot forgive those that succumb to such levels of disgrace. I am lost for words as the vision of a child no older than that of my own is torn apart, broken and stomped on for fun. He's only crime is that he stayed out past the given time to play in the sand. I'm not being metaphoric, a four year old child truly did experience it. Tragic. I can only wish hell's heaviest punishment upon such filth. My heart stops for the slightest of a second when a man minding his business,with no anger on his face, no stone, no reason is shot and left to bleed to death. Target practice on the human flesh!? I cannot comprehend this. And though my thoughts are to save the world, it is beyond me how I can do such a task. Only the Almighty can rid such calamity, only He can bless those innocent, beautiful victims with eternal bliss. It is only He that can destroy and take such hollow animals to account. And so I supplicate with my heart and soul....O' Lord of mine you know best, without a doubt, without a moment of hesitation. O' Lord of mine show us the way to help ease such stress and punish those that have earned a painful death. I cried for the rebels making child soldiers to be wiped from the map.But it's not an isolated incident, it's a dying morality, it's the closure of humanity.... It is the harshest reality our hearts may have to bear and worse is that their bodies must endure. May we leave this world with our Creator pleased with us, may we leave this world happy to be received at home. May we leave this earth peacefully, and may those who have to bear such horror have every pain and every fear taken away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but my heart grieves desperately and I'm lost in not knowing what I must do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://judicial-inc.biz/35_jewish_idf_soldiers_rape_a_11.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;http://judicial-inc.biz/35_jewish_idf_soldiers_rape_a_11.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Be strong my brothers, sisters....mothers, fathers, children - be strong! You'll be home soon Insha'Allah...Insha'Allah...Insha'Allah :( :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://observer.guardian.co.uk/world/story/0,,2195924,00.html#article_continue"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;http://observer.guardian.co.uk/world/story/0,,2195924,00.html#article_continue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-1594236383624969648?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1594236383624969648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=1594236383624969648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/1594236383624969648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/1594236383624969648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/let-it-be-nightmare.html' title='Let it be a Nightmare!'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/Rx66awwQJaI/AAAAAAAAACE/EL50oQQzrf8/s72-c/palestine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-3782124248333917766</id><published>2007-10-15T01:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T17:47:29.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Statistic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm a statistic, in case you missed it this world is going ballistic. Can't seem to see past it, what's that you ask? I'd like to say but it might be offensive. Might be rude to say that the minds of those are not worried about faith, life or anything that doesn't have a body for goodness sake. It's raw emotion destroying our nations, breaking our families, decaying our society, hurting our children, living corruption without our eternal being. Damn, why aren't we seeing? It's a rotten infection inside the mind of mankind. A weakness they cannot seem to pass, can't seem to weigh between the palm of their hand. Not using brains to decide. So you ask, what's the problem? Am I just going mad? Perhaps, but can't you see it's a lil sad this sick state, it's not fate. Is this justice to the lil ones? No, it's selfish of those ignorant stupid ones. Here's what I say-there's alotta people WILLING to play the game, so if that's what you wish then go on, GO FISH. But don't include the innocent, don't destroy the lives of those who marry for the God's sake, or who live within good and make evil shake. If that's your choice, let it be yours, don't include another because you're trying to fix your damn flaws. Fix it before you mix with those that are pure and clean. Be it man or woman, God ain't lookin'....just pick your path and leave those that don't belong out of it so they can last. It's a sad statistic, man this world's gone ballistic. Marry me, okay divorce me, 'cause this wasn't in lil House on the Prairie...well guess what, that's life! It's not a fairy tale love story, it's a relation between two beings working in one direction. Figure out your path before you screw up the lives of those that are walking the walk, without weighing 'em down by the fools that can only talk the talk. Too many lives being destroyed by one human emotion....... I'm statistic determined to find a way to fix it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-3782124248333917766?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3782124248333917766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=3782124248333917766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3782124248333917766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/3782124248333917766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/statistic.html' title='Statistic'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-4528760669457032277</id><published>2007-10-10T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T01:23:29.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebeating of the Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/RwxhHwwQJZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vuqFNzsBSf0/s1600-h/butterfly_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119573662387676562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/RwxhHwwQJZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vuqFNzsBSf0/s320/butterfly_preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was born a butterfly free of any worry or care. But as my beauty graced society I was snatched away. Within the walls of a glass only enough to allow for air. And as I sit within my new home away from the earthly freedom, the cool breeze, the life I used to know...I begin to wonder. How can there be a way out? Am I captured till death or is my life my own....? I am a butterfly you see, I was born to be free flying atop the fragrant flowers. Whisking myself into all that I wish to devour. But now I am limited to choice of food, air, and space. I am stuck within four glass walls, suffocating while being poked and prodded. I am a beautiful butterfly that I know, but now I am dying within what they call "home". I have devised a plan to become my own, before death takes me and I have nothing to show. I will still my heart long enough to be declared dead. They will rid me as I would be of no use to society. Thereafter when my freedom is secure, playing dead in a sewer, my every vein that I posses will flood with blood pumping into my chest - I will be my best. I will soar freely in the outdoors where I once knew happiness. Where I lived without worry or care for I knew my objective, I knew life's plans are fair.I will live with meaning that I've always known, with the guidance encased within my soul. I was born a butterfly free of worry and care. Now I know that the trick to life with meaning and flair. It is one with which a heart has died and come alive again. Die inside, and you'll be born again living a life you've yearned to spend in a way you know is right for you, without a worry of what society will think to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-4528760669457032277?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4528760669457032277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=4528760669457032277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/4528760669457032277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/4528760669457032277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/rebeating-of-heart.html' title='Rebeating of the Heart'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/RwxhHwwQJZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vuqFNzsBSf0/s72-c/butterfly_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-5078003991981136811</id><published>2007-10-05T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T20:51:23.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mercy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/Rwb7ZQwQJXI/AAAAAAAAABs/bJ5pOwoR8X8/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118054437965800818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/Rwb7ZQwQJXI/AAAAAAAAABs/bJ5pOwoR8X8/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/Rwb7RwwQJWI/AAAAAAAAABk/6cWDWV1T2_I/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt the warmth of a child's hands on your cheeks? Their grasp on your pinkie finger? Their embrace around your legs as they look for their protection? Have you ever looked in their eyes and they look in yours knowing there's a connection that is entirely from the Almighty? Have you stopped to hear their laughter? Have you ever noticed their smiles travel beyond your face but within your heart? Have you ever witnessed their innocence when trying to accomplish a task? Have you ever observed their honesty when making sense of the actions around them? Have you ever taken a second to see a child for what they are........for who they are. God's Mercy to mankind! A child may find a way to drive us crazy at times, but the moment they leave our side a void fills our hearts, our souls. Their laughter, even their tears, their affection, their warmth, their dependence is more for us than them. God's gift to humanity is every tiny soul finding their way in this big ugly world. May the Almighty protect them all......every single angel child sent to us as a mercy..Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protect them, scold them because you love them, teach them......embrace them - the most priceless luxury in the entire world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-5078003991981136811?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5078003991981136811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=5078003991981136811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/5078003991981136811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/5078003991981136811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/mercy.html' title='A Mercy!'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/Rwb7ZQwQJXI/AAAAAAAAABs/bJ5pOwoR8X8/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32728414.post-4004693207189504998</id><published>2007-09-26T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T22:55:01.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder and Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/RvsbcQwQJUI/AAAAAAAAABU/glrOoK7bQCg/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114711974156969282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/RvsbcQwQJUI/AAAAAAAAABU/glrOoK7bQCg/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've got thunder, I've got rain&lt;br /&gt;I've got two 'lil angels which aren't quite the same&lt;br /&gt;One seems loud and fierce&lt;br /&gt;The other seems mild and serene&lt;br /&gt;But both are not as they seem, if we just look deep within&lt;br /&gt;Thunder may be loud and scary&lt;br /&gt;But can't do much more than a boo&lt;br /&gt;Rain though calm at times&lt;br /&gt;Can be brisk and harsh, can destroy all in it's path&lt;br /&gt;Easy to see how both appear one way&lt;br /&gt;But can change depending on the day&lt;br /&gt;Deep within our heart plays an unspoken tune&lt;br /&gt;Our mind isn't what people tend to presume&lt;br /&gt;My thunder and my rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reality of this world's fame&lt;br /&gt;My understanding I can now claim&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful they compliment each other&lt;br /&gt;Thunder and rain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32728414-4004693207189504998?l=thestolenlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4004693207189504998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32728414&amp;postID=4004693207189504998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/4004693207189504998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32728414/posts/default/4004693207189504998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestolenlight.blogspot.com/2007/09/thunder-and-rain.html' title='Thunder and Rain'/><author><name>Umm Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09243525472577620024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-xG6mrqxAFQ/RvsbcQwQJUI/AAAAAAAAABU/glrOoK7bQCg/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
