Sunday, 11 November 2007

A Dialogue Between A Flower & A Pearl

One day, a brilliantly beautiful and fragrant flower with attractive colours met a pearl that lives far in the bottom of the sea and has none of these characteristics. Both got acquainted with each other.

The flower said; " Our family is large; roses and daisies are members of the family. And there are many other species that are various and countless, each has a distinctive scent, appearance, etc."
Suddenly, a tinge of distress appeared on the flower. "Nothing accounts for sorrow in your talk; so why are you depressed?' The pearl asked.

" Human beings deal with us carelessly; they slight us. They don't grow us for our sake but to get pleasure from our fragrance and beautiful appearance. They throw us on the street or in the garbage can after we are dispossessed of the most valuable properties; brilliance and fragrance." The flower sighed.
And then the flower said to the pearl; " Speak to me about your life! How do you live? How do you feel? You are buried in the bottom of the sea. "

The pearl answered; " Although i have none of your distinctive colours and sweet scents, humans think i am precious. They do the impossible to procure me. They go on long journeys, dive deep in the seas searching for me. You might be astounded to know that the further i lay, the more beautiful and brilliant i become. Thats what upraises my value in their thought. I live in a thick shell isolated in the dark seas. However, i'm happy and proud to be in a safe zone far from wanton and mischievous hands and still the humans consider me highly valuable. "

Do you know what the flower and and the pearl symbolize?
The flower is the unveiled woman ( who shows her charms ) and the pearl is the veiled woman ( who conceals her beauties).

Wednesday, 31 October 2007

First Day Of Forever

27 Ramadhan, 611 C.E

It is a typical day in all respects. The inhabitants of Makkah wake up to the fierce rays of the Arabian sun. In the Batha quarter of the city, the chiefs of the Quraysh slowly begin to recover from the hang overs which last night bought. The recovery rate from repeated nights of drinking, and vibrating music is nearly static.

A group of men leave the rich segment of the city and make their way towards the depression in the central part of Makkah. Here lies the Ka'aba and the house of Hubal. The men enter the circled arena, bow down with respect and one by one kiss the unclothed red-agate statue. Hubal remains unmoved. The group begins to stroll up and down the Ka'aaba, bowing to statues of various shapes and sizes; the rising sun throws immense shadows of the men over the 365 stone gods.

Right adjacent to the Ka'aba a household is in mourning. The rising sun bought an addition to the family; a daughter. Two men leave the house, with the baby wrapped in muslin. With their faces down they walk with the crying child towards the cemetry. In the centre of the city a caravan arrives; camel after camel loaded with spices and silk, wines and perfumes, followed by, in a slow single line, a multitude of slaves. Some local men dance and sing as the slaves march towards the market. The Makkan market is a place for the deaf and the blind; a continuous irritation to the ears, a constant offence to the eyes, a pleasure (if somewhat crude) to the nose, the pungent odour of aromatic liquids, distilled elsewhere, diffused through an ob scene, spectacle of gamblers, habitual drinkers, and barterers of slaves. Commodities as well as wealth and property change hands. A young man, after losing his wealth, gambles his freedom away.

Free from the attachment to self, to social games, to Makkan indulgence, to worldly awareness and even to this moment, a middle-aged man leaves a modest dwelling of the city. Avoiding the centre of the city, he sets out on a long, narrow road which slopes gently uphill. That half hour, between his house and the end of the city, was one of the most irritating moments of his day; and for hours afterwards he would brood over its pestiferous existence and pray for the end of this godlessness in Makkah.

The man- of middle height, slim but with broad shoulders and wide chest- walked with steps quick and elastic, yet firm, towards the henna-coloured mountain. His dark, slightly curled hair flowed in a dense mass down almost to his shoulders. His long arched eyebrows d ominated his bearded face. He walked quite undisturbed by camel dwellers gathering their flocks. The dust raised by the herds caught the last rays of the setting sun, turned into gold, and scattered in the night air.

From the peak, the man looked down on Makkah. A city at the bottom of an abyss. The moonlight could hardly do anything for a people so deep in darkness. He turned his face, thereby turning his whole body away from the city, looked towards the desert, and gazed at mountains lined up one behind the other. The man remained at the summit for several hours, then he moved down to a cave, a place of retreat, some fifty yards from the peak. There he laid himself down to rest.

He was in a state of meditation and prayer when a vivid light shone into his eyes. He opened his eyes in fright, and heard a commanding voice: 'Muhammad!'

Sweat broke out all over his body.Trembling, he answered;
'Who is it?'
' Read!' said the voice.
' I am not of those who read.'
The angel Gabriel took hold of Muhammad, hugged him vehemently and then released him.
' Read!'
' I am not of those who read.'
Once again Muhammad was hugged till he was exhausted.
' I am not of those who read.'
He was hugged for the third time.
' Read!'
' What shall i read?'
' Read in the name of your Lord who creates, created man from a clot of b lood.
Read, for your Lord is most generous, ( it is he) who teaches by means of the pen, teaches man what he does not know.'

Muhammad recited.
The rays of the emerging sun embraced his trembling voice.

Saturday, 27 October 2007


Kalimataan Habeebatani Ilar Rahman
Kafeefatani Alal Lisaan Thakeelatani Fil Meezan

Do Kalimay Hain Jo Rahman Ko Mahboob Hain
Zubaan Par Halke Pulkey Hain, Tarazoo Main Bharee Hain

There Are Two Phrases That Are Beloved To Allah
Light To Speak Yet Weighty In The Scales:

1)SubhanAllahi Wabihamdihee
2)SubhanAllahil Adheem


Friday, 19 October 2007

A lesson from disabled people...

Once, a visitor was being shown around a leper colony in India. The colony was built to provide a shelter for those people who were poor and had various physical disabilities. At noon, a gong sounded to gather the inhabitants for the midday meal. People came from all parts of the compound to the dining hall. Suddenly, everyone started laughing at two young men, one riding the others back, pretending to be a horse and a rider. They seemed to be enjoying the charade. As the visitor watched, he was told that the man who carried his friend was blind, and the man being carried was lame, and was unable to walk. The one who couldn't see, used his feet; the one who couldn't walk, used his eyes. Together, they helped each other and reached their destination.

Let us use each other's strengths to make up for the weaknesses of others. Our strength is in Unity, not in division.

Wednesday, 17 October 2007

The Role Of Women In The Work Of Tabligh

People who like to mock and disagree with the work of Tabligh often bring up the role of women, in households etc where the men folk are Tablighi. There are a lot of mis-conceptions on this subject and id like to post a link to an article written by Barbara Metcalf on this matter, its extremely enlightening, not to mention, an extremely interesting read.

Monday, 15 October 2007

Look After Your Rocks...

A professor of Philosophy stood before his class, lazily picked up a large, empty jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

So, the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly and the pebbles rolled into the open areas between the rocks.

He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up all the remaining spaces.

'Now,' said the professor, ' This is your life. The rocks are the important things like family, health, children, things that if everything was lost and only they remained, your life will still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter, like your job, your house, and your car etc. The sand is everything else, the small stuff.
If you put the sand or pebbles into the jar first then there is no room for the rocks. The same goes for your life, if you spend your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have time for the things that are important.'

So, pay attention to the things that are critical, worship Allah, bring up your children properly,Look after your health, spend time with and look after your family.
There will always be time to go to work, clean the house and do errands...

Take care of the rocks first, the rest is just pebbles and sand!

Thursday, 11 October 2007


Eid Mubarak!!!

Wednesday, 10 October 2007

What Do I Want...?

Knowledge of God be my capital
Reason be the root of my faith;
Love be my foundation;
Enthusiasm be my horse;
Remembrance of God be my friend;
Firmness be my treasure;
I find compassion in sorrow;
Science be my weapon;
Patience be my mantle;
Contentment be my booty;
I find pride in poverty;
Devotion be my art;
Conviction be my power;
Truth be my redeemer;
Obedience be my sufficiency;
Struggle be my manner; And
My pleasure be in my prayer...

Friday, 5 October 2007

Whats New?

Assalamu Alaikum

Well,its the 23rd fast today!Ramadhans just flown by,as i mentioned in a post beforehand!Last night was one of the odd nights,and although i didn't do enough of Ibaadah (worship) i hope it was enough,and that my prayers were accepted.I sincerely hope this Ramadhan finishes with 30 fasts and not 29,Eid on a Friday would be awfully hectic!But khair,whenever Allah wills.

Iv been thinking about my birthday which is approaching be hitting 20,you know,the big 2-OH,and i really dont feel it.i'm still 16 at heart and probably look it too:P But yeah,i hope i haven't wasted the years and that i wont waste the years to come.
On a completely different note-thinking of the one-ness of God (Tawheed),i came across a couple of couplets that caught and held my attention.
In everything there is a sign
Which attests to the fact that He is one.

When the droppings (of a camel) indicate the presence of a Camel
And the footprints (of a human being) indicate the presence of a human
Then why would the heavens and the earth,with all their magnificence and glamour
Not point to the existence of a Mighty Creator!

eloquently spoken by a Bedouin when he was asked how he knew that Allah exists.

InshaAllah i will be going for Hajj this year-:) i thought id include a beautiful picture of one of the Holy mosques,Masjid-e-Nabawi (the prophets mosque) in Medinah.

Monday, 10 September 2007

Flecks Of Dark

Something i wrote a few years back,when i was pretty ill,hmmm,badly ill would make more sense i guess.

Whispers in the dark
Darkness in my heart
Light searing my eyes
Words stuck in my throat
Tears at bay

What day is it?
What time is it?
Why do i sit
Like i will never have a chance to contemplate
Pain radiating through my heart
Like a poison dart
I reflect
And Reflect...

Floating like dust specks
My thoughts take wind
My heart wants to sing
But tears clog my throat...emotions
Choke me deep
I will never sleep

Sleep,the transporter,the helicopter
That will snatch me from sanity
And take me deep into dreams
Dreams from which i am awoken
Too late...

Awakening to light
Falling on my face,light
Like dust flecks dancing
In the sunlight
Praise God i am awake

Deep,raw fear
Makes my heart sear
...But,behind the darkness
Of my mind
Beyond the unhealthy whiteness of my skin
There is a light
A bright glow
It has the power
Flow along my veins like quicksilver
fill me with hope...


Thank you Lord,for the gift of Iman which has the power to lift me from inner and outer darkness,from ill health,from sadness.

Thursday, 30 August 2007

How quickly it has drawn near


Well...Another month of Ramadan just round the corner!Less than two weeks to go!
The time has just flown by...i guess what our Grandma's/pa's say is correct...
That there is no Barakah (blessing) in time these days.

I wont be at home this Ramadan.Hmmmm...well,i'll miss my mother obviously and also my dads making sure we
all make the most if this month...but it'll also be a good experience for me,
will i pray and make an effort without any pushing?Hoping to see some positive results!

I was thinking today...not that its a big deal,thinking i mean,but regardless...i was thinking
of what Ramadan was like when i was like 11?In junior school...well in that day
muslims-most-really had some respect for this blessed month.You wouldn't hear
music blasting from cars...not so many sisters bare headed.At least in Ramadan they endeavored to cover their hair...the males put on their skull caps...but now,
even all that is gone with the wind.The music blasts,its just like any old day,any old month.
I wish we could be like we were in those days....

But i guess its too much to ask for.Anyway,i intend on making an effort this Ramadan.
And i hope every muslim makes an effort too!

Wednesday, 22 August 2007


Pretty women wonder where
My secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a
model's fashion size
But when i start to tell them
They think i'm telling lies
I say
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman
Thats me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees
I say
Its the fire in my eyes
& the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
& the joy in my feet
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman
Thats me.

Now you understand
Just why my heads not bowed
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say
Its in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need of my care
Cause' i'm a woman
Phenomenal woman
Thats me.

Sunday, 5 August 2007

Students of Deen!

Offering some Naseehah (advice) to those pursuing the knowledge of Deen (Islam),
Shaykh Ashraf Ali Thaanwi said:

'I address the students of deen with utmost respect.I have some advice to offer..Your need (to the community) is only on account of knowledge,and righteous deeds.Without these you have no value.Remember that the more delicious a food is,the quicker and more does it deteriorate and develop a foul smell.Just as it is beneficial in its condition and goodness,so too will it be corrupt and harmful in its state of corruption and decay.It is therefore essential that you become concerned with your Islaah,(moral reformation).

Your islaah can be achieved in two ways.One way is to search for a pious teacher from whom you acquire the knowledge of Deen.Never join the company of an irreligious teacher.The time of acquiring knowledge is the period of sowing the seeds.

Secondly,after having spent some time in the acquisition of knowledge,stay in the company of some AhlAllah (pious people).Only then will you gain the qualification for becoming a servant of deen.

Nowadays,students deceive themselves with the idea that they will practice righteousness after completion of their studies.This is a downright wrong idea,which will deprive the student from righteous deeds through his life.He will not gain the ability for performing good deeds.Remember that first impressions do not return.The initial impression and effect should be valued.The impression which one gains while acquiring knowledge and the effect of having gained awareness of deeds of reward are sin are special in the initial stage.If the student takes advantage of this initial impression and act accordingly,it will benefit him enduringly.If he ignores the impression (i.e tawfeeq) and abstains from giving it practical expressions in the form of righteousness and abstention from sin,the ability will be eliminated.This ability will not easily return.

If the injunctions and warnings of the holy Qur'an and Ahadith,which you are pursuing academically,do not exercise an influence on your heart during your student days,what hope is there for the future.When you study with the intention of the days of knowledge pursuit not being the time for righteous deeds,then,O'honourable friend,there can not be hope for the knowledge to exercise a beneficial influence on your later life.'

Monday, 30 July 2007


Peace & Blessings

Old as the stars probably,but this short piece is definitely something to ponder over.

To realise the value of one year,ask the student who failed a grade.

To realise the value of one month,ask the mother who gave birth to a premature baby.

To realise the value of one day,ask the editor of a daily newspaper.

To realise the value of one hour,ask the bride waiting to be wed.

To realise the value of one minute,ask the man who just missed the train.

To realise the value of one second,ask the person who just avoided an accident.

To realise the value of one milli-second,ask the Olympian who qualified for the bronze.

Treat everyday as your last.
Treasure every moment you have.
And remember that time waits for no-one.
Today is history.Tomorrow is a mystery.
Today is a gift.
The gift of life.

Sunday, 22 July 2007

The Two Wolves Inside Of Us...

Peace & Blessings....

I read this short tale a while ago,it really enabled me to think of how less we try to stop ourselves doing bad.We have a choice between doing good and bad.We are good at laying the fault at shaitans feet,but if we were really strong in faith,and if we tried we would be able to free ourselves from the same time free ourselves from our own evil thoughts.

An old Indian grandfather said to his grandson,who came to him with anger at a friend who had done him an injustice...

'Let me tell you a story.I too,at times have felt a great h8 for those that have taken so much,with no sorrow for what they do.But h8 wears you down,and does not hurt your enemy.
It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would vanish.I have struggled with these feelings many times....'

He continued:

'It is as if there are two wolves inside me:
One is good and does no harm.He lives in harmony with all round him and does not take offence when no offence was intended.He will only fight when it is right to do so,and in the right way.He saves all his energy for the right fight.
But the other wolf,ahhh!
He is full of anger.The littlest thing will send him into a fit of temper.He fights everyone,all the time,for no reason.He cannot think because his anger and his h8 are so great.It is helpless anger,for his anger will change nothing.Sometimes it is hard to live with there two wolves inside me,for both of them try to te me spirit.'

The boy looked intently into his grandfathers eyes and asked,'Which one wins grandfather?'
The grandfather smiled,and said quietly....

'The one i feed...'

Helping Hand

Peace & Blessings

Walking back from Asda the other day,i spotted an old man walking along,huddled in
an inadequate coat against the rain.He gripped a walking stick in one hand and several
bags in the other,he had difficulty walking.Anyone would have felt pity at the sight.Actually
i'm sure you would see plenty of old people like this around.With no one to help them carry there bags,or offer them a lift home.if i hadn't been carrying a bag in each hand,i would
certainly have stopped and asked if i could assist.

As muslims,shouldn't we know better?We have our Prophet Muhammad,the mercy to both the
worlds for a beautiful example.The man who mended his own clothes,and helped with the
housework,the man who never sent away a beggar empty handed,the man who told us to be kind
and caring towards our fellow sisters and no other than our prophet,Gods greatest
messenger,Muhammad,peace be upon him.People these days seem to favour following the
examples of irresponsible 'pop stars' and what not,if people followed the example of Muhammad,the world would be a better place.

The messenger of Allah,Muhammad peace be upon him said:'Whoever relieves a believer of distress in this world,Allah will relieve him of some of the distress on the day of resurrection.Whoever makes things easier for those who are in difficulty,Allah will make things easy for him in this world and the next.Whoever conceals the faults of a believer in this world,Allah will conceal his faults in this world and in the hereafter.Allah will help the slave so long as the slave helps his/her brother/sister.' (Mishkaat)

InshaAllah (God-Willing) lets take a lesson from the Prophet and help others and therefore,help ourselves...

Saturday, 14 July 2007


Peace & blessings

Thought id type down a few thoughts on my blog for a change!
...iv been thinking a lot these days.All these atrocities committed in the world today....
and the media never lets up blaming the Muslims...its gone past the point when you can say
oh,omg,astaghfirAllah,how can muslims do this?because now its getting extremely
difficult believing the media,considering all the media does is directly target the muslims,
blame all and sundry act of 'ter rorism' on us muslims and cause more racial discrimination
and unrest.I don't believe that my muslim brothers and sisters are responsible for these
acts,but if they are,then any muslim can clarify for you that Islam forbids the killling of in nocent
Now looking at it from a different point,IF-and its a big IF- these people ARE muslims,
can you honestly blame them?Palestine...the situation is always reported biasedly on the
news,palestinians are always the 'baddies' and israel is oh so good.well actually,read
what a jewish rabbi has to say on the matter of the zionists oppressing the palestinians:

'We have come to Boston today to protest the celebration of the founding of the blasphemous
and heretical zionist state taking place here.we represent Torah true jews who remain loyal
to authentic judaism,who know that the root cause of the conflict and instability
plaguing the middle east and hence the entire world,is the heresy against God,called
zionism,and the heinous crimes committed in the name of its ille getimate 'state of Israel.'

Zionism!an ideology that is antithetical to judaism,one formented by unabashed atheists,
heretics and even some ostensibly 'religious' collaborators who have sold there souls to the
irreligious zionists for money and power.'
Rabbi yisroel feldman of neturei Karta
at a rallyhosted by the new england committee to defend Palestine,to protest the'Boston
celebrates Israel festival.')

interesting isn't it.Not to mention the disgusting attacks on Afghanistan and Iraq.
Yep,its disgusting and saddening.
Although i do not believe that Muslims are committing these atrocities,if it IS Muslims
then a true muslim will condemn such acts,as Islam does NOT support such acts.
Do Not Judge A People Because Of The Actions Of A Few.


When i was the first Qiblah,you faced
praying me.
What a sacred place i am,why don't you see.

The cities of Makkah & Medinah are sacred to you.
These are cities sacred to Allah,but i am also sacred to

Now that i am in danger,look how you have deserted
The enemies are planning to take over,yet
you are watching peacefully.

Please get up,O' dear Muslim,and show the world you
Come on and lets be united,so then they wont dare!

And if you dont do something to show that you love me,
on the day of Qiyaamah,it will be Allah,you,and

Take heed oh muslims,and help the suffering Muslims in the land of Palestine.

Sunday, 8 July 2007

My Beloved...

There was a time in my youth
when Islam was only a custom.
They said,'Say Laa Ilaaha Illallah
And pray,you'll go to heaven.'

AH,how simple,
no struggle in this,
just a word,and a simple act.
Thereafter,im absolved in this world,
with my 'assured' place in paradise intact.

But this was not to be my fate
for ALLAH chose to guide my heart.
I learnt of a man who struggled so hard,
When his mission was difficult from the start.

The story of someone who had morals
spoke gently,kindness as he knew.
Never fearing to say what is right,
his conviction in ISLAM was true.

The touch of his hand was as soft as silk,
to comfort the crying child.
To mend his clothes,or do the chores,
never complaining,he always smiled.
A living he made with his bare hands,
the same that held his mighty sword.
Valour shone from the edge of his blade,
every heart and soul he adored.

His smell was always of musk,
and cleanliness he kept at his best.
Stark contrast with the heroes of today,
who stink of b eer and sweat.

He held the hands of his companions,
unashamed to make children happy.
So modest,so humble,a perfect example,
that even a stranger could recognise him.

His eyes slept very little,
for nights were precious.
His prayers he treasured much greater,
To wake and pray in the depths of night,
Seeking forgiveness,and being near to his creator.

He broke his teeth for me at Uhud,
and bled for me at Taa'if.
He cried for me,tears of concern,
Just so i could have this belief.

His enemies admired his teachings,
Uniting every religion,every clan.
Till ISLAM came to every corner of this world,
yet,indeed,he was only a Man.

To own a house,or build his wealth
was not his main concern.
To establish ISLAM was more essential,
to bring us under a Higher Authority.

Don't you want him to plea for your case,
when before Allah,the judge,you stand?
Don't you wish to be around his fountain,
a burning desire to drink from his hand?

So love him more than all creation,
our leader,OUR Beautiful Prophet
MUHAMMAD~was a mercy to all mankind
and to me,he is MY BELOVED!

Friday, 6 July 2007

Who is a poor man?

Hadhrat Abu Hurairah narrated that the Holy Prophet peace be upon him
asked the companions:'do you know who is a poor man?' The companions answered:
'He who has neither money nor property is poor in our eyes.'

The Holy Prophet peace be upon him said:'The poor man amongst my people is he
who shall come with an abundant amount of prayers,fasts and charity
on the day of judgement,but who would also have abused someone,produced
false charges against an individual,stole someones belongings,or beaten
or killed a person.'

he complaints of the oppressed people will be heard by Allah and a case made out for each
of them.The wrongs they suffered will be made amends for by the good deeds of the wrong
doers.On the day of judgement the good deeds of the individuals shall be the currency,
with which the dues shall be paid.

Monday, 2 July 2007


'The parable of those who spend their substance in the way of Allah is that of a grain
of corn;it groweth seven ears,and each ear hath a hundred grains.Allah giveth
manifold increase to whom he pleaseth;and Allah careth for all and he knoweth all things.'

-Quran 2:274-

'Those who (in charity) spend of their goods by night and by day,in secret and in public,
have their reward with their Lord:on them shall be no fear,nor shall they grieve.'
-Quran 2:274-

Six Bridges

Ibrahim Bin Adham said to a man during the circulation (Tawaaf) of the Ka'abah:

'Remember dear brother,you shall never be counted among the righteous
ones until you have crossed the six bridges.Firstly,that you close the door of
favours on yourself and open the door of hardship for yourself.Secondly,that
you refrain from love of honour and prefer humility.Thirdly,that you refrain
from comfort and accept hardship.Fourthly,that you discard love of sleep and
enforce on yourself love of remaining awake-for worship,Ibaadah.Fifthly,that you
discard riches and prefer poverty.Sixthly,that you disassociate yourself from hoping and
prepare for death.'


The Robes Of Humanity

A Student engaged in the acquisition of western education switched to Deeni (Islamic)
studies.Someone asked him the reason for cutting short his western education.
The student replied:
'I desired to don the robes of humanity,for it is well-known that people are identified
by there national garb.Allah Almighty has specified the type of garment in the Quran.he says:
'And the robes of Taqwa (God fearing) are best.

This robe of Taqwa is not obtainable without the knowledge of the Dean.True and perfect
knowledge of the Deen is in the arabic language,hence the robes of humanity lies in arabic.
I have,therefore,switched from english to arabic to commence my Deeni education.'

(Maulana Maseehullah)

Tuesday, 26 June 2007

The Western Youth

May seem a little harsh,but it holds an important message for us;to prepare for the hereafter.

He thought he was only twenty and was going to live to seventy.

The West taught him to be free and to acquire a useless degree.

Filled with selfishness and greed,never did he perform a single deed.

When told to change and repent,he said why?i'm happy and content.

If only he knew what contentment was,he may not have made such a loss.

Satisfaction is what he chased,with disbelievers he embraced.

The wrong he saw with his eyes,the tongue he used to utter lies.

But one night he was given a fright,he was told,'Take your final breath for in front of you is death.'

Your life,indeed you wasted,the punishment shall now be tasted

Now he lies below the ground,unable to make a single sound.

But one thing for sure,it was the only cure.

He finally stopped sinning.

he point being made here is not that do not acquire secular knowledge,as in this day and age
you cant get far without secualar knowledge,but the point is,acquire secular knowledge,fine,but
don't forget that your a Muslim and you have a duty as a Muslim to acquire Islamic knowledge also,and practice it and teach it to others.

Monday, 25 June 2007

Did You Ever Wonder...

When a christian or a Jew murders someone,religion (Christianity/Judaism) is not mentioned,
but when a Muslim is charged with a crime,its islam that goes to trial.

When a Jew practices his religion he is called 'Orthodox.'
When a Christian practices his religion he is called 'devout' but when a Muslim practices
his religion he's called a fundamentalist.

When a Jew or a Sikh grows a beard he's just practising his faith,and
when a Muslim does that,he's an extremist.

hen a Nun is covered from head to toe,she's respected for devoting
herself to God,but when a Muslim woman does that,she's Oppressed.

When a western woman stays at home to look after the house and children,she's
sacrificing herself and doing good for the household,but when a Muslim
woman does so,she needs to be liberated.

Where's the justice in this???

If You Are...

...RICH,Follow the merchant of Makkah.
...Poor,Look at the prisoner of Shi'abe(valley) Abi Taalib.
...A King,study the life of the ruler of Arabia.
...A Subject,look at the Quraish.
...A Conquerer,look at the conquerer of Badr,Hunayn & Makkah.
...Defeated,take a lesson from the battle of Uhud.
...A Teacher,look at the holy teacher in the school of Suffah.
...A Pupil,look at him who sat before Jib'rael.
...A Preacher Of The Holy Book,look at the prophet in Makkah and when successful,
watch him preach on the pulpit of Madinah.
...Wishing To Be A Prosperous Business Man,look at him who owned the lands of Banu Nazeer,Khaybar and Fadak.
...An Orphan,do not forget the child of AbdAllah and Aaminah.
...A Young Man,read the life of Makkah's Shepherd.
...A Husband,do not forget the husband of Khadija and A'aishah.
...A Father,watch the father of Faatima and the granfather of Hasan and Husain...

IN short,whatever you may be,
unto the prophet muhammad is your guidance.

The Poison Of Betrayal

Once along his travels,Prophet Isa came across a snake,which complained about a certain
snake charmer that was hunting it.Addressing Prophet Isa,the snake said:
'Oh RoohAllah!Convey to the snake charmer that my bite is terrible.He will not escape
the consequence of my poison,which is fatal.Do warn him.'

After some time,when Prophet Isa passed by the same place,he saw the same snake
curled snugly in the snake charmers basket.In surprise,Prophet Isa exclaimed:
'You had that day issued such and such a threat.What are you doing in the snake charmers basket?'

The snake replied,'Oh RoohAllah!he has pledged to release me after a certain number of days.
If he betrays me by violating his pledge,the poison of his betrayal and deception is worse for him than my poison.'

The spiritual ruin caused by the poison of deception and betrayal is worse than that physical harm caused by a snakes poison.

Friday, 22 June 2007

The Poets Lament

Protect him whose father is d ead;remove the dust from his
rainment,and injure him not.Thou knowest not how hard is
his condition;no foliage is there on a rootless tree.Give not
a kiss to a child of thine own in the sight of a helpless orphan.
If the latter weep,who will assuage his grief?If he be
angered,who will bear his burden?See that he weeps not,
for the throne of Allah trembles at the orphans lament.With
pity,wipe the tears from his eyes and the dust from his face.
If the protecting shadow of his fathers care be gone,cherish
him beneath the shadow of thy care.

Upon my head was a kingly crown when it reposed upon the
bosom of my father.Then,if a fly settled upon my body,
many were distressed on my behalf.Now,should i be taken
in captivity,not one among my friends would come to aid me.
Well do i know the orphans sorrow,for my father departed in
my childhood.

-Bustan Of Sadi-

Spiritual Darkness

There is always spiritual darkness in the talk and writing of an irreligious
and deviated person even if he speaks or writes about the Deen,(Islam).On the
contrary,the conversation or the writing of a religious man radiate Nur (spiritual re)
even if it pertains to a worldly subject.

The reason for this is that the fountain of speech is the heart.The heart
exercises its effect on the tongue and in the writing.If the heart is spiritually darkened
such darkness will become manifest in one's speech and writing.If the heart glows
with spiritual brilliance,such light will glow in ones speech and writing.It is,therefore,
essential to abstain from the company of irreligious persons and from reading the books
of irreligious persons.The effect which the company of an irreligious person exercises will also
be the product of his writings.This then is the danger in studying the books of deviates and modernists who are defective in Imaan and wanting in virtuous deeds.

An Anecdote-(Maulana Ashraf Ali Thanwi)

1.Adopting a Holier than thou attitude

In the army of Gwaliar was a muslim soldier who was clean shaven.
Other muslim soldiers continually criticized him for shaving his beard.However,
he ignored their criticism and stayed clean shaven.Coincidentally,the King ordered that,
henceforth,all soldiers will have to be clean shaven.

The others told him:
'Now you may rejoice.All have to be like you.'

'Until now i refrained from keeping a beard on account of the mischief of my nafs.
Now i shall not abstain from a law of the Sha'riah because of an order from a non-muslim
king.I shall rather work elsewhere as a labourer.'

e resigned and grew a beard while the others,who had criticized him shaved their beards.It appears in the Ahadith that whoever criticizes another persons action,adopting a holier than thou attitude,will not die before having committed the same misdeed.Only Allah Ta'ala was aware of the condition of his heart.

This is for my brothers out there^^at the same time we sisters should also take a lesson;never a judge a person.

Thursday, 14 June 2007

Peace...A little something about my posts...

Peace & Blessings


The things i post are usually taken from the various books,and magazines
i like to read.
However much id like to write my diary online,well,i wont because i'm better
at expressing my emotions with pen and paper!It's something else to grip a
pen in one's hand and see the ink flow onto the paper,words from my mind
to my fingers to my pen onto paper.
Here id prefer to post pieces that appeal to me from books i read or flick through.
So if anyone's reading my blogs,i do hope you enjoy them,and if not enjoy them
then i hope you at least find it interesting!
Read Lifesavers poems on my blog,she is extremely talented and they are
worth reading!
peace & Love!

Poem On Muhammad peace be upon him

A sun like pinnacle over the nine ferments
Wherein the seven planets lie,
The last of the prophets and messengers divine;
Like dust under his feet lay
Like prey by huntsman bagged the two worlds
Hung to his steed;
Unlettered though,in tongue eloquent he spake
Of what Adam to Messiah had said;
Like lemon,the first fruit of the spring,
He bought in his wake beauty and bloom.

(May Allah perpetuate his choicest blessings on his soul)

Monday, 4 June 2007

Dont read this...

'Why is it so busy?'

'Don't you know?Its 7 AM and everyones off to work.thats why this time of day is called
rush hour.its this busy everyday,and in larger cities its even busier.
Hey look at that car!It looks like a muslim is driving it.yeah.thats Doctor Abdullah!'

'What?are there muslims living in this town besides you?'

'Of course!actually,forget about town,there are over 30 muslim families just in my neighborhood.'

'Hey!do you mind if i ask you a question?'

'No,not at all.'

'Well,about an hour ago,i went to the masjid for fajr and no one was there...i was
wondering...did all of these people become muslims after fajr...?'

Women Of Piety

I take oath by Allah Ta'ala and say:

women Deeni education and then see their superiority.You will witness
in them intelligence,understanding and even accomplishment in such worldly affairs
which concern them.Women who possess degrees of B.A and M.A cannot compete
in understanding and intelligence with women who have acquired Deeni knowledge.
Yes,in deception and schemes,the western-educated woman may be ahead.
But remember,that words of intelligence will come out from women of piety.

~Maulana Maseehullah~

The Veiled One

Ignored, left and abandoned by association
Seen as a germ, convicted of the sin of abandoning assimilation

The veil of hers, not combined with tight jeans or cute ditsy little shirts,
With an attitude that says no to flirtation--not wanting attention, even if it hurts

A person of that type and especially a female
Is not well liked, for many believe that she should be on sale

For all to see,
bought cheap as eyecandy

They say its freedom to dress as if there's a shortage on cotton,
And its apparently fine for everyone to look at her bottom

But when a girl wants to cover up and respect herself and her deen, they call her oppressed--
Sling at her names, give odd looks and try to make her depressed

Nonetheless, she's patient, persevering, and not succumbing to their jargon,
For the duniya is a prison to the believer and to the kafir, a garden...

Looking Back At Me

She was sitting there, staring at me straight in the eye--
Not moving, not a flinch was made, on a face so dry
Then suddenly, her eyes fixed on the ground and released a heavy sigh
As her features turned softer, she gave a low sorrowful cry

Tears running down her face, frown after frown
What ever made her feel so down?
Outside she's happy, very nice, and at times acts like a clown
But there she is, in her own reality, with drooping eyes of brown

After sitting there observing her, I thoughtfully said:
"Why are you putting yourself in this mess, don't let it get to your head--

Take all that bothers you and bury it in the ground,
You better believe in Allah more than this, stop bein' a fool and keep your heart sound"

With that she smiled, smacked her head silly and right away went her frown,
And putting her life and aspirations in Allah's care and mercy...

I put the mirror down...

A Feeling Within

The feeling of pain is hard to sustain…
But don’t just sit there and cry in the rain,
The world is like this, if you’re on the faith train

It seems like no one cares, no one can bear
To heal his brother and listen to his pain’s share
They treat you like you’re not there, only because you are a treasure and rare…

An instant your fellow, another your foe
One day you’re appreciated and the other not so…
Before, was nice and mistakes would kindly flow, but now you know…

The good thoughts you thought and wished to think…
Are shamefully and deeply sadder than you wished to sink--
Into that mind of yours that was hopeful of the best even at the edge of the brink…

Know that Allah is your only One to wish to and to face
In all times, happiness, excitement, trouble and disgrace…
Allah is the Merciful and the Ever Forgiving - Creator of the Human Race

No one can rely on mankind for everything
So keep that in mind, if you wish to accomplish anything---
True of real value and reward, something----
That is ever-growing, never boring and everlasting

This world is full of troubles, problems and pain…
Nothing could wash all of the bloodshed, not even the rain…
We know where our place is, it’s not this, and it’s definitely more sane

Jannah is its name and inshaa'Allah our domain!
AlFerdous is our wish to attain
Inshaa'Allah no more pain and inner peace we shall gain,
Alhamdulilah, we are Muslims, we’re on the right lane!

The Eighth World Wonder

Have you seen the 8th world wonder?
It's amusing, strange, and takes a deep mind to ponder

It's not a monument or a gigantic mountain,
Neither a mystical star nor a magic fountain

It's a creation that denies the existance of The One who made him,
He, once living the darkness of his mother's stomach, a place so dim

In the darkness of his father's back, there was this oath he took,
That Allah is his Lord, and never to associate with Him any other--but Look!

See him roam the earth-- See him deny and disobey,
Poisoned by Duniya's toxic venoms and excessive play

Poor eighth world wonders out there, believe and don't fear
Don't despair, no matter what, Allah is always near

Wake up from your stupor and look around,
Who created the heavens above, the water below and the earth round?

Do you think the creator of all that which you see and more--
Will not accept you if you come back to Him, shook in your heart's core?

Do you forget, Son of Adam, that you have been honoured and elevated above the others?
When will you join your obedient brothers?

And find solace in your heart like before--
Before you opened to Satan your heart's door?

Brothers and Sisters in Humanity, Islam is truly beautiful,
Allow your open hearts and minds to discover this way of life that is simply wonderful

A Heart's Concern Over It's Friend

In the midst of the enchanted night, there comes an hour
A time of deep thought, one that gives me power
And at times cultivates a pain of worry, at times, so sour

Reminiscing back to the better times we spent
"I wonder what happened and where you went"
I pray to Allah all is fine, as I cry and repent

A friendship so dear to me can make me feel
So blessed and content, for real
I pray to Allah that you're fine, I supplicate as I kneel

Raising my head from the ground, I cry
"Oh Allah, I fear to live and see my friend die!
I have no one but you, Allah, but a human is weak" I said with a sigh

A voice came in and said: "I know that a human is weak but one must
Fight against this weakness as much as they can and trust
The Almighty, who is capable of everything and anything, creating man from dust!"

Without looking behind my back I said,
"Yes, thats right, its just the pain in the head,
that can get one to struggle from moving ahead

I seem to you weak right now, in the middle of the night
but in the day, I laugh, open up and keep the sadness out of sight
I shy from showing my thoughts and weaknesses out in the daylight"

The voice came back and I felt it sit beside me on the floor,
It told me to knock at optimism's large, wide open door
And how unwise it is to make oneself suffer and feel so sore

"Allah is the caretaker, do you not agree?" the voice said
"Of course! I do indeed!" I replied. "Then don't worry about your friend, clear your head,
Your friend is in Allah's care" the voice reassured me--- and almost right away-- it fled...

Khadija and the Wise Woman

"I cannot take it anymore!" shouted Khadija in frustration
"The pressure is driving me nuts, I never get what I want" she sobbed with burning sensation

*A Wise Woman puts her hand on Khadija's shoulders*

"Dear", said the wise woman, "look at what you possess,
So long as you firmly believe in The One and Only, there is no need to stress

Don't think of this duniya as your eternal home,
You are like a guest; In a house that is not your own

What is it but a bridge to the next and a test?
One that few pass and fail the rest?

*The wise woman brings out a rose*

Observe the beautiful rose; for a short time its lovely and vibrant--
It only takes a short time to see it wilt, crinkle and dormant

Feel its thorns, painful, right?"
"Yes Indeed, sharp as a knife" Khadija said, looking towards the sunlight

The rose is like the duniya, its short-lived and if you get close to it, it will hurt--
Its pain is not limited to your stay, but extends after you're dug under its dirt"

*Khadija cries* "It seems as though everytime I dare,
to wish for something, I see it not there, why is it that life's unfair?"

"Listen" said the woman "If Allah took something away from you, know its for the best"
or Allah is testing your faith in him and gives it to you in a way your couldn't ever expect

Don't you know that to everything, there is a wisdom behind it?
"Everything?!" said a perplexed Khadija on the verge of a fit

"Of course, Remember..."the woman chuckled "that time you wanted to buy that car?"
"heh, oh yeah" blushed Khadija "It turned out to be a rip-off, It wouldnt've taken me far"

"And by the way" the woman warned "I'm giving you an example we realized,
Imagine the ones we may have never noticed or recognized?

"Listen child", the woman said tenderly placing the rose aside,
"Know that pain here is inevitable, it comes in some shape or form, it can't slide"

The pain you feel comes to either cleanse your soul or elevate your status in the hereafter,
And think once more, pain makes you grow and understand on a deeper level thereafter

*Khadija nods in agreement*

The secret for happiness in this world is to be content what what Allah has ordained,
This, for many, may not be easy to do--for these people have their souls tamed

The key to this secret is complete trust in Allah and hope,
Without hope, you won't even try, and if you try then you've got to cope

Daughter, you have a long way to go, Masha'Allah,
Try your best and you'll find yourself in Jannah insha'Allah"

"Insha'Allah!" said Khadija with a smile radiating her face,
"So Khadija," said the woman "I rest my case?"

"Yes, thank you so much, I can't tell you how better I felt"
The wise woman looked at her and smiled, Khadija knelt

And gave the wise woman a hug, so tight...
But to her surprise she opened her eyes and the wise woman was out of sight...

Inspiration By His Creation

I open my eyes and witness Your splendor
Subhanak, Allah, the Perfect creator

Creator of the glimmering stars and vast sky,
Amazingly in a great way, Lord of the Universe, Most High

People of the Earth, can you see--
The Bounties of your Lord given to you with no fee?

Did you pay for the breath that you just took--
Or have you written a check for these eyes by which you look?

You know these bones you use to walk,
And the mouth that lets you talk

Are blessings of your Lord
-Such favors that money can never afford

Ever seen the beautiful clouds on a clear sunny day--
See how the grass bows and the tall yellow flowers sway?

Ever sat out in the rain and thought--
"Without this, we'd suffer drought"

Have you witnessed the majestic thunder--
How it glorifies Allah in its own way and wonder?

Have you woken up on the song sang by the Rooster--
Trying to wake you up for Fajr--his way of giving you a booster?

Ever seen a praying mantis building its nest--
that insect that you might consider a pest?

Watch the Sunset on the horizon and contemplate,
Or look upon the moon and stars and meditate

Verily, we can't count the blessings and creation Allah made
If we were to list them out with the ink of several oceans, before finish, the ink would fade

Oh Allah, the Most Devine,
Please show me a sign

To soften my heart,
A sign that shows if I really do my part
Before the time comes for me to depart

Ameen, Ameen, Ameen Ya Rab

Cries in the Midnight Hour

The winds of my heart whistle
As the thunder of my faith roars

The cries of my desires becon once more
As the pacifier of my taqwa shushs them away

*silence fills the mind, the heart begins to speak*

Fearing the destruction of my soul, helping myself set it on Guidance road
Before a Satan instills his whispers in my head and leads me to hell's abode

I pray to you, the Most Merciful,
Ya Allah, you made your servant weak and sinful

Nonetheless, your compassion for him surpasses that of his Mother's
And all of his friends, combined, along with his brothers

O my Creator, you gave us forgiveness and told us to never lose hope in You,
I come to you broken-hearted, with a chest ridden with pains felt in my soul, feeling blue

O Allah, Creator of the crooked rib of which is made Eve,
There is no one besides you where I can find relief

With my forelock fixed on the duniya's unforgiving ground, I plead...
Oh Allah, the All-Knowing, you know what I wish for and need

Oh the Guide, Guide my heart closer to your deen,
And make it to your service more and more keen

The illusions of this duniya are simply mirages,
That any wise person recognizes and dodges,

For the sake of your pleasure and his salvation,
For without our obedience, our souls will suffer starvation

Oh Allah, the All See-er, the All Hearer,
My invocations to you make me feel to you more nearer

What beauty is this, the beauty of faith so sweet, My Lord
And yet the many say "For the sake of this duniya, I cannot afford--

To give up my exceeding luxury,
my desires, my fame, my usury

Life's short, you gotta have fun" they say,
But what will they come up with on Judgment Day?

There will come a time where a man will cry--
Oh Allah! Give me another try, I will change, but let me not die!

And to him will be said "Nay, but fool, you have been given a chance"
Sorrowful indeed, is his last hopeless glance...

Oh the Sustainer, sustain me on your Halal
And save me from the way of Dualal

Oh Allah, make this temporary world not a pose a danger to my final abode
Truly, for every Muslim's heart who is true, for Hell Allah has forbode

I do not wish to have much in this life,
But wish for a moderate, quiet one with not too much strife

A wish I truly hope for is also this--
A spouse who firmly believes in You and makes this tiring world seem like bliss

In return, I would promise that person my devotion for your sake,
and of course, Allah, that person I will never forsake

Oh Allah, my master, I am your humble slave in this duniya underneath,
I wish to attain the Gardens of Ferdous, with rivers flowing beneath

But only with your guidance and light
Can I ever get myself to think right

To make the right choices along life's way
And not from the straight path stray away

Crying with need, and asking you with my supplications
I ask you Allah, please help me and my parents establish deeper communications

SubhanaAllah, Master of the Universe, You made humankind so diverse
With your mercy unite us on your truth, and lift from our hearts hatred's curse

May Allah unite us all at the fountain with the Prophet,
For truly indeed, this is our ultimate target

~Ameen Ya Rabal Alameen~

Alhamdulilah--You created me a Muslim Believer
Knowing this gives me more relaxation than any pain reliever

Ash-Hadu All-La illaha illa Allah, wa Ash-Hadu Anna Mohammadan Rasulul Allah

A Moment Of Silence

So you want a moment of silence?
And we are all left speechless
Our tongues snatched from our mouths.
Our eyes stapled shut.

A moment of silence
And the poets have all been laid to rest
The drums disintegrating into dust.

Before i begin this poem
You want a moment of silence
You mourn now as if the world will never be the
And the rest of us hope to hell it wont be.
Not like it always has been.

Because this is not a 9/11 poem
This is a 9/10 poem
It is a 9/9 poem
A 9/8 poem
A 9/7 poem.

This is a 1942 poem
This is a poem about what causes poems like this
to be written.

And if this is a 9/11 poem,then
This is a september 11th poem for Chile,1971
This is a september 12th poem for Steven Biko in
South Africa,1977
This is a september 13th poem for the brothers at
Attica prison,New York,

This is a september 14th poem for Somalia,1992.
This is a poem for every date that falls to the
ground in ashes
This is a poem for the 110 stories that were never
The 110 stories that history chose not to write in
The 110 stories that CNN,BBC,The New York
times,and Newsweek ignored.
This is a poem for interrupting this program.
And still you want a moment of silence for your
We could give you lifetimes of empty;
The unmarked graves
The lost languages
The uprooted trees and histories
The dead stares on the faces of nameless children.

Before i start this poem we could be silent forever
Or just long enough to hunger,
For the dust to bury us
And you would still ask us
for more of our silence.
If you want a moment of silence
Then stop the oil pumps
Turn off the engines and the televisions
Sink the cruise ships
Crash the stock markets
Unplug the marquee lights
Delete the instant messages
Derail the trains,the light rail transit
If you want a moment of silence,put a brick
Through the window of Taco
And pay the workers for wages lost
Tear down the liquor stores,
The townhouses,the white houses,the jail
houses,the penthouses and the
play boys
If you want a moment of silence
Then take it
On super bowl sunday
The fourth of July
During Dayton's 13 hour sale
Or the next time your guilt fills the room
where my beautiful people
Have gathered
You want a moment of silence
Then take it
Before this poem begins.
Here,in the echo of my voice
In the pause between goosesteps of the second
In the space between bodies in embrace
Here is your silence
Take it
But take it all
Don't cut in line.
Let your silence begin at the beginning of crime
But we,
Tonight we will keep right on singing
For our dead.

Emmanuel Ortiz 9/11/02

Saturday, 2 June 2007

Dear Teenager...

Your world is changing quicker now.
Your choices are unfolding.
The future lies within your grasp,
A vital force worth molding.

Your task is not a simple one;
Your course has not been set.
You must avoid the obstacles,
Steer clear of every threat.

You may seek all the answers;
Be content to find a few.
Don't grow impatient with the world-
Tommorow 's world is you.

(Adapted from Bruce B. Wilmer's 'Dear Teenager')

Friday, 1 June 2007


People struggle to achieve unity;but they have shunned the basis of unity.
The basis of unity is humility.Unity always rises out of humility.True
humility is that a man considers himself to be inferior to the next man.

~Hakimul Ummah Maulana Ashraf Ali Thanwi~

Speech that issues from the heart,
A magic influence exerts;
Wingless though the discourse be,
Yet it has power to soar on high
Holy is its origin,and so
Its gaze to heaven converts,
And though from the dust it rises,
It can over pass the sky.
~Allamah Iqbals 'Jawaab-e-Shikwa'~

The thoughts of the wise are more
Trustworthy than the convictions of fools.

God is not a reality to be explained;he is the explanation of reality.

~Shaikh Abdul Hakim Murad~

Never be ashamed of not knowing a thing,but always be ashamed of not wanting to know.

Burdens are the foundations of ease and bitter things the fore runners of pleasure.

~Shaikh Jalaluddin Roomi~

A Gem From The Words Of The Wise

'He who looks to the fellowship of creatures will sometimes be crooked
and sometimes straight.But he who looks to The Creator is bound to
the straight path both inwardly and outwardly.'

Do not hasten in taking revenge from a person.Do not delay in
benefiting and doing good to any person.

~Hadhrat Shaqeeq Balkhi~


Woman was made from the rib of a man.

She was not created from his head,
To top him.

Nor from his feet,
To be stepped upon.

She was made from his side,
To be close to him.

Beneath his arm,
To be protected by him.

Near his heart,
To be loved by him.


Hey,Peace & Blessings...

Its a really sunny day today....

The grass is green,the sky is blue,and the roads are clean.
The houses around are intact.
The shops are at every corner,there is no shortage of food and

People walking past with bright smiles on there faces
Children playing,there voices sweet and full of innocence.

We are quite nice and cosy with our lives are we not?
W e wake up to a normal day each day,with breakfast ready,
and nothing to worry about but what school will bring,or how
work will be.

No need to worry about Bombs dropping down.
Or innocent people being killed.
No worries of whether we'l come home
to find our families dead and our our houses no more.

War does'nt have an impact on our lives,we are living in comfort.
But war is going on out there,in many parts of the globe.People,children,
old people,and babies are dying everyday.

If not anything else,atleast spare a prayer for the oppressed in this world.

The Perfect Mother

The Mother Is A Madressa (School).

If You Prepare Her,You Are Preparing A Nation Of Noble Descendants.

The Mother Is A Garden,If Modesty Maintains it.
By Irrigation,It Sprouts out Whatever It Wants To Be Visible.

The Mother Is a Teacher Of Teachers;Her Glorious Deeds Fill The Entire

Count Allah's Blessings

If you have food in the refrigerator,clothes on your back,a roof
overhead,and a place to sleep...

If you have money in the bank,in your wallet,and spare change in a
dish someplace...

If you woke up this morning with more health than illness...

If you have never experienced the danger of battle,the loneliness of
imprisonment,the agony of torture,or the pangs of starvation...

If you can pray in a mosque without the fear of harassment ,arrest,torture or death...

If your parents are still alive and married...

If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are truly

If you can read this message,you just received a double blessing in that someone
was thinking of you,and furthermore...

Have a good day,count your blessings to thank Allah and pass this along to remind everyone.