O Believing Men - A reminder

Upon reading the article - Homely Homemaking Homebodies? Why the Quran Commands Muslim Women: "Stay in Your Homes" by Sadaf Farooqi,  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:


O Believing Men - A reminder
“And remind, for indeed, the reminder benefits the believers.” [Quran: 51: 55]

Autho billahi min ash shaytaan al rajeem Bismillah Al Rahman Al Raheem!


So I begin with this, the most powerful reminder :

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: “Surely the true losers are they who lose themselves and their kindred on the Day of Resurrection.” Lo, the wrong-doers will be in an enduring torment. [Ash-Shura 42:25]

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.

"And enjoin on one another goodness towards women; 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 ]

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?

Islam outlines our gender roles in astounding perfection. It encompasses our nature as males and females; acknowledging our God Given strengths and weaknesses.

“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]

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 subhanhu wa tala 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 subhanhu wa tala 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 mainly 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!

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.

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!

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 duty and the rights to fulfill his task - the ball is in his hands!

“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]

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.

"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]

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!

"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)

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.

May Allah subhanhu wa talaa 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

May Allah forgive me if I have said anything wrong for all good is from Him alone and wrong/bad is from myself.

Your sister in Islam,


Shireen


References:

What are the rights of the husband and what are the rights of the wife?

http://www.islam-qa.com/en/ref/10680/husband%20duty

The Ideal Muslim Husband

http://www.missionislam.com/family/husband.htm

Holy-Days (author unknown)

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:




Sunday Services:

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.

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!)


Birthdays:

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.

New Year's Day, January 1:

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.

April Fool's Day, April 1:

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.

Ground Hog Day, February 2:

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.

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.

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.

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.

Valentine's Day, February 14:

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".

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.

Family day in Canada & President Day in America, February 15:

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.

Easter Sunday, Always Falls on a Sunday Between March 22 and April 25:

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.

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.

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.

Mother's Day, Second Sunday of May:


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.


Thanksgiving, 2nd Monday in October (Canada), 4th Thursday in November (United States):

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.


Halloween, October 31:

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!)

Christmas, December 25:

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.

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Thinking outloud

From Imam Malik's Muwatta: Book 47, Number 47.1.7:



Yahya related to me from Malik that Yahya ibn Said said that he heard Said ibn al-Musayyab say, "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)."


"You do not do evil to those who do evil to you, but you deal with them with forgiveness and kindness." (Sahih Al-Bukhari)
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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.

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

Meeting with Allah -very beautiful!!

**Guy's point of view***

I found this in my 'drafts' box. I find it amusing and enjoyed reading it! So I'm sharing with you all  :) I have no idea who wrote it, but enjoy!
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 ***Guy's point of view***

This is very cute! And even written by a guy!

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:

We don't care if you talk to other guys. We don't care if you're friends with other guys.
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.
 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.
We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.
Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till he morning.
Also, when we tell you you're pretty/beautiful/gorgeous/cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it
Don't tell us we're wrong.We'll stop trying to convince you
The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.Yeah, you can quote me.
Don't be mad when we hold the door open.
Take Advantage of the mood im in.
LET US PAY FOR YOU! DON'T 'FEEL BAD' We enjoy doing it.It's expected.
Smile and say 'thank you.'
Kiss us when no one's watching.
 If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed.
You don't have to get dressed up for us.
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.
We like you for WHO you are and not WHAT you are.
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.
Don't take everything we say seriously.
Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.
Don't get angry easily. Stop using magazines/media as your bible.
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.
Whatever happened to the word 'handsome'/'beautiful'.
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.

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

Someone who will honor your morals.
Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.
Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.
Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.
Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes....and say 'i love you' ..........AND ACTUALLY MEAN IT!

*****Give the nice guys a chance*****

Holdin Hands-
Girls : If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of times.
Guys : Grab it if it happens more than once.

Cuddling-
Girls : When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold.
Guys : Automatically move closer to her.

Movies-
Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder
Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her.

Loving each other-
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 mean it.

Laying below the stars-
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
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!!!

The Power of Dua'a/Supplication

Some might feel that whenever they pray to God and ask of Him it's 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:

"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]

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??

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.

I asked Allah swt one day out of my own stupidity and youth (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 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  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)

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, attempt 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. 

This is the 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!!:)

Truth stings but lies burn

Flaming through bridges,through pillars meant to keep us firm

For all the truth there is the reality of it

But for all the lies there's only chaos in it

Uncontrolled, unexplained, confusion by the sane

Selfish let it be it's name,for deceit is designed to protect the ego and destroy the mind

A lie runs through veins that had to bear witness to the truth

On fire within the flesh it breeds a greater test

For it's carrier it may fuel until only ash remains

But for others, it's trust that will never be the same

No, this isn't the blame game

It's the sting of the truth that I face whilst stating my claim

Down on me for I got stung twice

Who is he that walks the earth like a dice?

But I do have one protection and pray it remains mine

The beauty of intention makes outcomes always be fine

So I rhyme........I just rhyme as every thought comes to mind

Praise the Lord I still have my faith, thank the Lord for keeping me safe

Hoping for my success in this world's test and my lifelong rest (InshaAllah)

Would have liked it to not be this way
But every step leads to a greater lay, to a lasting stay ( InshaAllah)

So I end this ready for a brighter day; thankful mine wasn't harder than they

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They say it's just all "conspiracy theory"

... That no one can confirm it's a reality
But that seems to be words of the deaf ,dumb and blind
Content with being ignorant, unaware of the unbearable stench
The earth reeks of the filth administered by the New World Order
Marching in bands; a drone like solider
It's the end'a time I keep telling
But that's the crazy one that keeps on trippin'
"Relax, stressin' ain't gonna make it go away"
Those being the words that 'they' say
But hey, this isn't all news to us
We've been warned but our nature makes us weak and so we speak in brained washed masses
It's a lifestyle set up in classes
Broken down by the level of how hard you can clown
Propagating the need to be sinful
Making piety appear to be an evil within society
So I ask myself, "why with all the knowledge of light do we find so much darkness?"
And I realize it's all just a way for the TRUE believers to have success
So I stress
Relaxing for a minute will make me weaker
Need to try to keep on my toes, to keep striving for better
Aiming towards piety never goes unrewarded, even if society calls me distorted
So I choose to stay a 'stranger'
I'd rather walk alone than be amongst such danger
And I fume with anger, hatred towards this Order
For it's messed the minds of the young and old
Making the odds of a pious future, lesser, and lesser
So yes, I stress due to this mess
....... and I supplicate


O' God Protect us from these evil effects,and keep us amongst those you love and not those that you detest..Ameen

'Nun-Jabi'

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!

Diagnosis: Verbal Diarrhea

What is the word of a man worth in this time?...




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!!

BREATHE O' UMMAH
..................... BREATHE DAMMIT!!!!

Our Starvation

We know it's there, we've heard of it's existence....
We've been told and constantly reminded
But we've been brained washed and branded
Turned from humans of intellect to animals
Making survival of the fittest nothing but greed
It's a selfish realm we breed
Eyes walk with death lurking near
Body begging for someone to nurture
Ribs bearing all that words can say
Neglect of priorities has made it this day
Hearts don't breathe any more
For hearts with life would turn deathly sore
Not just blue in the face and then back to me and you
No, our hearts are filled to its capacity
Though blessed with space and flexibility
It encompasses nothing but drama
Too busy trying to make 'right' our self inflicted wrong
When we've got a world of worries to keep us busy
Stripped of dignity, void of mercy
Forgive us for our neglect beautiful child
For we are diseased and unable to find time to go beyond a tear in our eye
Please don't spite us on the day of Reckoning
Please don't hate us, pray for our awakening
Ya Raabi stir our soul, Ya Raabi make us whole again
Protect us from the wrong we place on our own
Make easy for those we fail to embrace and hold....Ameen




Preparing Wedding Feast

Spirit

The depth within each self

The understanding of life

Seek the bounty and guidance

Cherish the truth one may call defiance

Uphold it's potential

Go deeper then the root; this is essential

It is the soul of man alone

It is the sustenance beyond the flesh and bone ...

Spring Forth

Exhale a tale worth concealing; you've broken the roots
Breathe a story not worth hearing; you've burned the grass
Live a life dampened by lies; you've been coated with pesticides
Project a being not upholding dignity; you've been infested by grubs
Devour an image ignited by desires; you've been stomped upon by millions
Continue a path of digression; you witnessed your eternal state
Utter arrogance; you've removed every bud before it could blossom

Caress a weak frail flower; you've touched life at its peak
Prick in knowledge and gently place it at the root; you've secured your purpose
Sprinkle a layer of light; you've nurtured your existence
Spray with constant reflection; you've understood reality
Hum the Praises of the Most High and sit firm; you've earned the worlds greatest contentment
Awe struck by such perfection; you've been a witness to the truth!

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

Fasabrun Jameel

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 :)

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.... :)

"Verily by the remembrance of Allah (subhanahu wa ta'ala) do hearts find ease"

Slumber's Truth

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.


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.

~Slaughtering Peace...!!!

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.
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Written 5-6 yrs ago

Let Death Be...

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!

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?

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.

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.

Let death be all that it is ......... the reality of what this is!

Touch the Sky!!

It is the nature of humans to seek out the easiest possible way to accomplish a task. For some a half 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.

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...

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.

Verily, nothing is impossible for Allah swt, and with your right foot forward go touch the sky! :)

One Step at a Time..

Look to the future and not the past

For a heart that is broken shall never last

Like a lion that stalks its prey...

..........hmmm now how did that poem go again?

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....

....Like a lion that stalks it's prey

Success will come it's way

with patience and prayer

We have nothing to fear

And though it hurts from the pain of emotion

Time will heal and love will form a new potion

In the end, life must go on

Who are we to truly know what is good for us or not

Praise be to He

That says 'BE' and it shall be!

Give a little of yourself......

I was forwarded this email and I found a lesson within which we all need to be reminded about every lil while....

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

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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!!!

The desperate mother deliberately caused the child to be handicapped so that the child could go out to the streets to beg.

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.

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.
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.

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..... .
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.

"Contentment is not the fulfillment of what you want, it's the realization of how much you already have."

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.
It's so very true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it.
But it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything.
They just make the most of everything that comes their way.
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.
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.

Cupid Revealed - cupid doesn't love you!

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Mistakes

"Mommy, next time I make a mistake on a beautiful thing will you cover it?" ....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?"

Women wearing headscarfs - Give me a break!

I love this!!..haha (I'm laughing at HOW he says it, not what he says)
...It's true...just watch!

Only Ask God

O'God Let me die knowing I've touched the world
I've aimed to land on the sun, afraid of none
Let me die with purpose, with conviction
Let me be placed within the soil, the debris knowing my soul is full
O'God let me die having reached my fullest potential
Let me die looking the enemy in the eye knowing that I did try
Let me die having feared no one but you
Having trekked through knowing my return is only to you
O'God allow me to live fighting the war of good vs evil
Let me live in a world where good stands a chance to prevail
Let me live in on an earth that sees day and night as a purpose
Where birds and butterflies are not just words from a poetess
Let me live with an intellect and an understanding of truth
Let the boundries of this world be none around me
Let me be free to live for the the next life
Let me be strong and inspire to be stronger
Let me be caring and inspire to give more
O'God show me the way of the blessed
Show me true success!

Lost In Darkness

sWritten in April 2002-- 5 yrs later, I feel exactly the same, and have no answers....

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.

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Ponder...

"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?" - The Noble Quran

Perfecting Patience

Have you heard that all that's meant to be will be, whether you wish it or not?

Have you seen with your heart and not just those two holes above your nose?

Have you seen how wonders work around us, how perfectly planned things can be

Some argue love is destiny, others argue it's a sought out commodity

I say, it's a thing that once you strive to fulfill it, ultimately you will receive it

But timing is everything

Patience, is a choice of happiness or without it you're left with mere depression

Some say success is a matter of will power, others say it's just luck

I say it's a tied camel and a two hands facing upward

It's the ability to work knowing all your affairs are taken care of

Some argue freedom is a right, others say it's a luxury

I say it's a choice of knowing what you want, and fearing none but the Almighty

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.

Glory be to He, the Lord of all the Heavens and the Earth and everything in between!

It takes 30 seconds...

It takes 30 seconds to hit "reply" and say a friendly "hi"
It takes 30 seconds to smile and dispose of the lie in their eyes
It takes 30 seconds to drop food in a bin
It takes 30 seconds to inspire the sick to have hope
It takes 30 seconds to hold out your hand and help
It takes 30 seconds to lift a spoon and place food on a ones empty plate
It takes 30 seconds to speak up and defend one against a bully
It takes 30 seconds to inspire
It takes 30 seconds to learn a lesson
It takes 30 seconds to make the weak strong
It takes 30 seconds to see life before us
It takes 30 seconds to realize the reality
It takes 30 seconds to forever change lives

.................In 24 hours, find 30 seconds and change tomorrow today!

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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 Prairie".

Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....let each of us vow today to make a difference. Be it small be it big. We ALL have the potenial 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!!!

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....Ameen.

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/article1290331.ece ..

Parental Love

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!

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?

Sweet lil angel, sweet lil child, you make me want to smile and cry at the same time. O' sweet lil 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.

Sweet lil angel, sweet lil child, this love of mine may be blind but I can't help loving such a beautiful thing (Masha'Allah).

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.

Sweet dreams my lil angel child, sweet dreams baby of mine ......

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Sketched Soul

mini reflection .....

One will not find greatness in physical or mental ease. For greatness lies in the ability to work mind and body in sync of ones passions. To yearn for ease is in fact to yearn for something less than great! Indeed when greatness is achieved ease will follow............. trust the Plan of the Almighty, a plan only disclosed by the practice of patience :) Insha'Allah

Night Light

Many moons ago I used to look up in the sky and I used to wonder why...
O'stars, stars why are you up so high?
Many moons ago I used to gaze into the night and I used to wonder why...
Moon, moon why are you up so high?

And as I got older, I got a tiny bit wiser
No need to wonder any longer
Because if the moon and the stars were down low
By the greed of man they would be no more
We'll be staring at a dark hole for sure
The black of the night
That of earths current sights
Where we fight, fight and fight
But no ones has their rights

Many moon ago I used to look up in the sky and I used to wonder why...
O'stars, stars why are you up so high?
Many moons ago I used to gaze into the night and I used to wonder why...
Moon, moon why are you up so high?

It's easy to see now, that if we able to pluck you from the sky
There would be one less reason for us to sigh
To awe and to cry
As there would be nothing left above us, other than a darkness
The result of each selfish gain trying to make claim to what's not theirs

And so if you find yourself asking why, o'why?
Remember it's not always easy to see wisdom but just try
Eventually you'll come to see it
And realize the best isn't always what you see fit

Now I gaze into the open night air and I say
Luminescent moon suspended above us, radiant in the night sky
Beautiful bulbs; the stars beating within it's blanket of black
I'm glad you're up above the reach of man
This is indeed is God's Master Plan
I put my trust in you O'Creator of all I see
For your wisdom is beyond our understanding
Beyond that of humanity!

Ahhh

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.

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....

"Ohhh when you're smiling, oh when you're smiling the whole world smilesss with youuuuu"

:) Smile cuz it'z sunnah ;)

Missing a Soul

They call it a war on terror but I'm sure you now know...
It's a war no doubt, no morality - just the stench of man as he falls to the bottom of earth's greatest pit
It's a pit of hell, where those that feel torture and murder are a hit
Repugnant actions ridiculed, joked at and poked at, making it seem as though we're all down with that
Made to stand 24 hours in a day, handcuffed to a rail
Stripped bear made to walk, ankles handcuffed as they laugh and stare
Made to fear as dogs tear their flesh apart
Rejoicing their pain, rejoicing their death
And I ask again and again..how can we not feel for others when we know the feeling of pain?
And again I am lost with no reply
Tears can't save a life, no - it can't ease a burden , it can't change a past
The war is no doubt that of terror, no doubt one designed to inflict as much hate and hurt possible to human kind
It's a pit of hell that they've fallen in
Enjoying the feeling of power over another human being
"Do unto others as you want done to you"
Words of wisdom but a deaf and blind nation cannot adhere
Disgust hardly speaks of my hearts emotions
Anger and hurt make up only a portion
Would it be okay if it happened in America?
The land of the free, home of the dead and empty
Would it be a mere torture scandal or would it turn into 'a war on devils'?
It takes evil to allow ones soul to take part in this injustice, in this filth
It takes the bones and flesh of hell's abode to enjoy such nauseation
It takes a mindless, eroded soul to have a hand
May you die with more fear in you than that you've tried to put in man
May bliss be taken away from you in this life and the next
How can I want any better for a man or woman that enjoys torture?

Let it be a Nightmare!

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.

I don't know about you, but my heart grieves desperately and I'm lost in not knowing what I must do!

http://judicial-inc.biz/35_jewish_idf_soldiers_rape_a_11.htm

Be strong my brothers, sisters....mothers, fathers, children - be strong! You'll be home soon Insha'Allah...Insha'Allah...Insha'Allah :( :(

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Statistic

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!

Rebeating of the Heart

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.

A Mercy!

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.

Protect them, scold them because you love them, teach them......embrace them - the most priceless luxury in the entire world!