How does love taste when…?

I receive a lot of love from my parents,siblings,nephew, niece , and my students as well. Honestly, I’m not that kind of person with whom people  would fall in love instantly because some find me secretive  and serious  while others think I’m quit ,actually quieter than a cat in a cold winter ,but once they know me very well , I always get  the lion’s share of their love,something I consider a God-given gift because winning some’s love is so precious.

We all  are full of flaws .Some can be seized by people around us , and some never flaot around us to be seen.

I believe that tolerating  those flaws  is a token of love,true love.In fact accepting those we love as they are and never try to change them proves that we really love and appreciate  for who they are. We  are human,and human beings  are not perfect,so why looking for perfection  in imperfection ?

I hate it when my mother or father or sister or a friend tries to change me.Change means you’re not good enough or you failed to meet someone’s expectations.I’m not born to satisfy the expectations of any nor was anyone  born to meet my expectations.I believe that I’m a woman with innate potentials and the job of those who love me is  to discove or nurture but never ask me to change.I would prefer to use the word “improve” to change  when talking about my personality because  I feel that  the word “improve” equals caring but change equals ” disappointing someone or failing to meet their expectations.” I love people for who they are and I want them to love me in the same way.Though I’m imperfect ,I’m worthy.

Written by Sihem

pains are coins

A week ago  my little sister was admitted to hospital because  her childbirth was delayed .We always hear  about  heart-rending stories about tough delivery.For this reason  we were worried.

I can’t deny  that I am very excited to be an aunt again , but I was  anxious too ,so anxious.I even  went as far as telling  her the other day  to give up the idea of having another child in the future .I didn’t mean to bother her  though I did ,but  seeing her in pain and the fear that something bad might happen to her scared me to death.

My mother believes  that giving birth to children  is what keeps life beats throbbing and she’s right for  joy  swept our house with the arrival of Jasmin, Joseph, Lina,and Jacob but the fear was great too.

Life is not free ,neither is happiness.It seems like pain is the coin that we must  put in life pocket to enjoy the pleasures in it.As a muslim, I was taught that pain is our God’s way of purifying us  from our bad deeds and that the almighty distributes pains to people according their ability to endure  and   the secret  of survival lies not only in faith but in love for life itself. Yes, though life is painful most of the time,the rewards are  worthy of keep going no matter what happens or will happen.

written by Sihem

 

 

 

 

 

My wOrk :)

A Sword with Bladed Perfume by A.Fawaz

A poem by Ahmad Fawaz ( Lebanon )
Translated by Sihem Hammouda (Tunisia )

On the battlefield of soul, your spectrum wages
Delusive torrential raids,
Your breaths fall in perfume drizzle,
And with the sunbeam, the fall of smile races,
My soul then is split into a hill scented with your jasmine,
The heart at your gaze, shattered into two battlefields ,
And the soul bursts into whimpers,
That I chant and to which respond your topography’s valleys ,
And the echo soars to the head swaggering in glee,
For the melody of whimper is complete with meeting
Even if meeting was a fantasy,
The voluptuous lips lifted me back from subconscious,
And with life I quiver and feel I ‘m still in love!!

A Sword with Bladed Perfume by A.Fawaz

يغير طيفك على جبهة النفس
غارات وهمية كالطوفان
تتساقط انفاسك زخات عطر
يسابق هطول البسمة نور الشمس
تتشظـىى روحي كتلَ أريج من ياسمينك
وينشطر الوجدان لجبهتين من نظراتك
فتنفجر الروح بآهات متناغمة
أترنم بها فتجيب وديان تضاريسك
وترد الصدى لقمّة الراس المتخايل طربا
فلحن الآه يكتمل باللقاء
حتى ولو كان اللقاء حلما
فالشفاه المختمرة تعيدني من اللاوعي
فأنبض بالحياة.. واشعر أنني ما زلت على قيد الحب.!!
أ.فواز- سيف بحد العطر-

Darkness and Mist

A poem by Abdel Hakim Atiya ( Algeria )
Translated by Sihem Hammouda (Tunisia )

Darkness and Mist

Darkness me overwhelmed,
Mist my cities shrouded,
And sorrow in all roads cloaked.
A train I am,
From the steam age,
Inside a tunnel, blindfolded,
Fumbling for gleams of sunshin
Looking for thy smile ,
Appearing on the twilight.
Sorrowful thou art ,
I , like a candle burnt ,
Toward thy doleful world set out ,
Quit,
Me my muse visited,
Words of longing on paper I sprinkled ,
And exploded into passion.
The blaze of my poem,
With life burst,
I my soul surrendered
To the ocean of your eyes,
My love, I am a man into thy immersed,
A gleam of light, I am
With path, our dream I sharpened And with pens of divine secret fate wrote this passion
I defied the maze of nightmares ,
With thy love in my breaths,
I descended my soul’s defeats,
To ascended your hair tresses.
I truly admit,
I turned you into an immortal story
Because thou art
A woman who outdid Cleopatra
Zenobia and all queens of the East
Deeply-rooted thy echo in the cave s of my soul is,
All distances thou art ,
Every crossroad too .

ظلام و ضباب

غيبني الظلام
ضباب غطى مدائني
حزن لبس كل الطرق
انا مثل قطار
من عصر البخار
مغمض العينين داخل النفق
ابحث عن خيوط الشمس
ابحث عن ابتسامتك
تلوح على محيا الشفق
عندما تحزنين
احترق كالشمعة
نحو عالمك الحزين انطلق
لا اكلم احدا
جائني الالهام
انثر حروف الشوق على الورق
انفجر عشقا
وميض قصيدتي
بالحب ينفلق
ارخيت ذاتي
في بحر عينيك
وانا فيك حبيبتي انسان غرق
اني خيط من الضوء
على الدرب سننت حلمنا
والقدر بأقلام الغيب كتب هذا العشق
حملت شعلة عشقك
تحديت متاهة الكوابيس
وحبك بين انفاسي قد شهق
نزلت من انكسارات ذاتي
صعدت جدائل شعرك
اعترفت بلا بهتان و لا كذب
جعلتك قصة التاريخ
لانك امراة تفوق كيليوباترا
وزنوبيا و كل ملكات الشرق
صداك ضارب في كهوف نفسي
وكل المسافات انت
وكل مفترق الطرق

بن عطية حكيم

Have a blessed night wherever you are =)

He can read your thoughts about his wife!

 

That  we can’t  go beyond what meets the eyes  is not only an indication that  we are perfect human beings  ,but also a blessing that  unfortunately go unnoticed by us.

 

  At times , we wish we could read others like an open book and see inside their hearts  to know their real intentions, their hidden thoughts and true feelings to spare ourselves deception and disappointment , loss and pain.  And we go on to  wonder why  Allah  didn’t infuse us with  that majestic power  which is something easy for him, “The Originator of the heavens and the earth . When He decrees a matter, He only says “BE!” – and it is. [Noble Quran 2:117] . We need to remember that whatever Allah does, is for our best. Allah says :’…and it may be that you dislike a thing which is good for you and that you like a thing which is bad for you. Allah knows but you do not know.’ (Surah Baqarah: 216) .

 

Imagine that people can read your mind in the same way you can read theirs .There might be  dreadful  secrets you don’t want to share  or dark thoughts you don’t want others to hear  or speak of, in that some secrets are too dreadful that the most trustworthy friends  would shun you because of them and some thoughts are too painful that they can kill like a son’s feverish wish  that his sick father dies soon to  inherit his lands , a husband’s past love affairs or a saint’s criminal past  .This may explain why most of the people don’t say what they think or say what they think you want to hear or they just keep their opinions to themselves  to spare themselves trouble and spare others pain .The  prophet Muhammad صلى الله عليه وسلم (May peace be upon him) said :”a good word is better than silence and silence is better than evil talks!.”  The same issue was highlighted in Ephesians 4:29 “Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear.”

Also,by not letting others step into your inner world , Allah is giving you a space of your own to reconsider your thoughts before you act,  for once a dark  thought is translated into a word or an action ,it cannot be effaced from people’s memory for  our actions  define us  , even if people  forgive us ,they will never ever forget and they  will always  remind us of our  misdeeds even if they are as old as the hills . It’s  necessary to reconsider our thoughts ,opinions before we  speak and act   .This will help us to  wipe out evil  thoughts  and embrace good ones,  and that we sometimes say or do  what we do not really think or mean proves that we can control our thoughts as well. Then when negative thoughts about others go through your head ,try to  put yourself in their shoes  to understand why they behave they way they do . Also,  try to count your gains once your real intentions  are revealed and you will find out that it is  a zero -sum game .Whereas your gains will outnumber your losses if your actions  mirror your real intentions, good intentions.

 Like  christians ,we  muslims  believe that every man has with him a companion from among angels and a companion from among the a (demons) as prophet Muhammad صلى الله عليه وسلم May peace be upon him said “There is no one among you but he has with him a constant companion (qareen) from among the jinn and a constant companion from among the angels.” They said, “You too, O Messenger of Allaah?” He said, “Me too, but Allaah has helped me against him (the devil-companion) and he has become Muslim.” and the evil thoughts come from the shaitan that  strives to turn us from doing good , and to not fall in his trap  ,we must  discard those evil thoughts  by seeking  refuge in Allah . Say  ” I seek refuge in Allah from shaitan,the accursed one” and the evil suggestions will go away from you. Remember that you can’t blame the shaitan for your actions for you are  the doer  . It is related by Abu Hurairah that the Apostle of God said:“God has forgiven my followers evil thoughts and misgivings and there will be no punishment on them until they are acted upon or uttered by the tongue .Bukhari and Muslim. Do istagfar ,say ” I seek  forgiveness  of  Allah” when you had bad thoughts .Prophet Muhammad used to recite this at least 100 times a day and  used to offer night prayers till his feet became swollen. Somebody said, to him,” “Allah has forgiven you, your faults of the past and those to follow.” On that, he said, “Shouldn’t I be a thankful slave of Allah)?” (Bukhari, Hadith 4459) 

 

One also needs to understand that  iternal thoughts  is  first and foremost Allah ‘s criteria to  measure our  faith   and honesty towards  him  . Allah doesn’t judge us by our actions but by our intentions into our hearts because actions can be soaked with hypocracy  in that  people do things   to please  the creatures not the creator  . Some pray to attain the pleasure of Allah while others pray to be seen by men and gain wordly recognition .The action is the same but the intentions are different, so is the reward. As prophet Muhammed صلى الله عليه وسلم  (May Peace be upon him) said

:”The worst of people with Allah on the day of judgment are the two-faced.”

 Remember that we can fool people but we can’t fool Allah who is all- hearer and all-knower  .And fooling his creature  is equally  dangerous for being kind to others is  a sign of our unconditional faith, a  key to his love and our  passport to  heaven as prophet Muhammad said’“You will not enter paradise until you have faith. And you will not complete your faith until you love one another.” Hence Allah despises the hypocrites whose actions are not congruent with their intentions and loves those who worship him as though they see him . Abu Huraira (may Allah be pleased with him) narrated that the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said:‘if Allah loves a person, He calls Jibrael saying, ’Allah loves so and so; O Jibrael love him.’ And make an announcement amongst the inhabitants of the heaven: “Allah loves so and so therefore you should love him also, and so all the inhabitants of the heaven would love him, and then he is granted the pleasures of the people on the earth.” [Al-Bukhari and Muslim].

So let’s wage a war against bad intentions and dark thoughts .Let’s  tame them in the same way we tamed rebellious  waves  and conquered lofty mountains . Let  our words and actions be a mirror of genuine and kind thoughts and pure intentions not only because we are blessed creatures into whom Allah  breathed his soul and evil doesn’t befit us.Let’s  pour into the world kindness for “Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless. Mother Teresa. 

Written by arabian roses

 

Have a blessed day wherever you are =)

The Mad Poetess

In a  poetry book lives my prince charming

Taken captive by poems.

Being swept , poesy fears,

Into a burning  ocean of  tears

If he enfranchises  him

For his words are enamoured with

 His angelic eye smile,

weaving it into   sighs

for poets every night.

My wrath tore my treacherous poems  asunder

and my jealousy burned down my charmed words

My prince charming is my captive

and no woman but me

Will guard him

not even  my hymns.

Written by arabian roses

عندما يبتسم حبيبي

تجهم وجه حبيبي

فتلون وجه السماء

و تململ البحر الفضي

فقد اشتاق الى دياره الزرقاء

امواجي ماعادت تعرفني صاح البحرفي الم

قد تجهم وجه حبيبها ثانية اجابت  السماء

ابتسم حبيبي

ناديت

فعندما لا تبتسم

يضيع سحر البحر الازرق

بين الغيوم

تمر الايام بدون تاريخ

و تصنع الشمس و المطر

قوس قزح من الوان حزينة

ابتسم حبيبي

فعندما تبتسم

المراة في

تصبح ملكة

تبني مدنها من ورق الياسمين

لكي تكتب على جدرانها  رسائل حب

لم تكتب  قط

ابتسم فقد اشتقت الى مدني

ابتسم حبيبي

فعندما لا تبتسم

المراة في

تصبح ملكة

لا عرش لها

فابتسم لكي تعرف مدني السلام

Written by arabian roses

انا تونسية يا سيدي

انا تونسية  يا سيدي

على خارطتي تعيش كل  النساء

اعشق  شرب القهوة عند المساء

المعطر بالياسمين  و ابتسامة امي الحنون

 اعشق تقبيل جبين  الشجر

فالشجر انيسنا في الدرب الطويل عند السفر

و صيد حبات المطر

لتبوح لي بسرها

كي تحبني  يا سيدي حب الصحراء للمطر

انا تونسية يا سيدي

عشقي لك كعشق الليل للنهار

لا يتغير

و لكن يا سيدي احذر المراة الساكنة في

فان غارت

 صارت كموجة غاضبة

  تشعر بالغيرة من سفينة

تداعب  وجه حبيبها البحر

فان غارت

بكت و دمرت

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Invade your heart ,steal his beats and tune them to the symphony of love ! (part 2)

That he’s different from you doesn’t mean he’s subordinate to you. Difference is the fount of knowledge, enrichment and enlightenment and beauty. Allah has created legion of different species of flowering plants, animals,fish, and human. Nature taught all creatures to live in peace and harmony for in their differences lies the essence of their survival. But she failed to tame human beings whose differences set their hearts apart ,and torn the map of their souls.You can sow the field of the other and he can pick the fruits ,that allured his mind ,or soul or heart ,from yours .I’m the other ,you’re the other .I can teach you a lot about my world to understand it better  and you can enlighten me about yours too  in return to not tread on some traps that might ruin the bridge of harmony we’re trying to build together .Because to understand how the other’s world works, is the secret of a strong bond .So ,when the other steps into your territory ,gift him a big basket that is replete with amazing traditions, inspiring folktales ,healing stories, instead of aiming your rifle to his heart.

Written by arabian roses

Invade your heart, steal his beats and tune them to the symphony of love! (part 1)

That she or he left you behind doesn’t mean you’re not worth his /her love .It doesn’t mean  that she or he is ungrateful either. Beginnings  are like delivering  child ;they’re painful ,but they bear life within them . Breaking up is a beginning.It’s a sea that is replete with  pearls of hope, of life,of love, and of change  .You just have to bend down and gather them to make  out of them a necklace to put around the life and take  that crown of sadness, off her beautiful head. Remember  when you look back at those days , to look at them with grateful heart ,because she or he set you free to taste the happiness that  you deserve, a happiness that you didn’t know with him or her.You wish  sometimes that you can turn the clock back to do things differently to make things work .You wouldn’t wish that if that person is worthless. Deep down you believe  there is good in him or her,and that  giving up on you doesn’t mean she  /he is not . The earth never bears grudge against the earthquake  ,because she knows ,it’s nature’s way to  start a new beginning  the next day. There is no timeless  earthquake , nor timeless  sadness either.

 

I am in love

I’m in love with the wind  that never gets tired of  carrying  my paper  boats .

I’m in love with the moon that sprinkles light in dark paths.

I’m in love with the rain that plays for me music of life when  I feel down.

I’m in love with wild butterflies .They’re angels in disguise.

I’m in love with rainbow that draws  hope everywhere.

I’m in love with my diary that keeps my secrets.

I’m in love in love that makes our tears more precious than diamonds.

Written by arabian roses

When the wind blows out my candle

May that light in those eyes that

Have always watched over me

As a child

 With love , fear and grace ,

Keep  glowing like shimmering stars.

May that smile on your angelic face that

has nurtured hope in me ,

Blooms like  a  dainty rose.

I  pray hard  mother

that your days will be studded

with Jasmine,

 White  and dulcet ever after,

And  that sorrow never finds

  A way to your  heart .

Your blessing prayers are enlightening my path

  when the wind blows out my candle

Heaven is under mothers’ feet,

Allah has promised,

And I vow  like a knight

to be a decent man

to be together again

In paradise .

Written by arabian roses

When the wind blows out my candle (dedicated to Qusai Hanandeh’s mother)

The lonely guitar dedicated to June Pauline Zent

His forgotten heart

Feels lonely.

  So does his old guitar.

His rough hands molded

By faceless  time,

Yearn for

A  tender touch

To rejuvenate

His  antiquated melodies.

So does his lonesome guitar.

The veins of life in the old man

Are parching

Rust  has made of

the strings of  the guitar

His eternal home.

From afar the Northern star

Listens to sad love songs

played by an old woman on a broken guitar .

Written by arabian roses

A sepia tone pencil drawing by June Pauline Zent 18×24  I took it from ″ http://zentcreativeblog.com/

Elusive Love

His hair is disheveled

And he is dressing modestly

Whispered the Northern star

To the  blushing sky

The dusk is approaching

Urged the solemn night .

Their poems

Bathed in passionate  tears

tears him apart ,

the sky said ,

The sigh of  their tortured souls

by the whip of  a mortal  love

torments him

a mortal love

elusive love

like

ship sails ,

 is attuned with the wind

of  beauty ,of  wealth ,of power

and doomed to die away some day.

The sad moon at last peered through the dark veil  of night

He  prayed that their hearts will be invaded by

  an army of  love the flame of which keeps burning

In all seasons ,

A  genuine love

makes soul aglow

it’s the ardent love of Allah .

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Azan makes Muslims and non muslims cry

Surrender

You reproached me for scratching the fair sky

Those are the  love poems

My restless  heart  is repleting with

And only big sky can contain them

so I entrusted her with .

You reproached me for disturbing sleepy stars

You made a wish  last night

I  wanted to give you a shooting star

 To mak it come true,

That’s why I tried to wake them up.

You reproached  me for coloring  my dark hair   blue,

You   love blue sea and I  wanted you to love me too.

My love for you  is bigger than  lofty sky

My love for you is deeper than  blue sea

But today I disown you of my heart  territory

And abdicate  my throne  of servility

  to seek a land

where her lord treats me like a  fairy queen.

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Hide the vices

GoOd night and sweet moments lovely bloggers =)

Our Beloved Muhammad Peace be Upon him, the Mercy to Humanity

Stop Looking For Me So Intently, So That I May Find You.توقف عن البحث عني باهتمام شديد حتى يتسنى لي ايجادك

توقف عن البحث عني باهتمام شديد حتى يتسنى لي ايجادك” جنفير سانتانيالو   “

احيانا تكون الاجابات الني نحتاجها نصب اعيننا . احيانا يتطلب من صديق جيد او شخص لكي يقول لنا بان ” نتريث” !!!! . ربما مانسعى اليه  هو في الحقيقة ينتظرنا بصبر لكي نتمهل و نتوقف عن الركض بشكل محموم حتى يتسنى له اللحاق بنا

نعرف في حياتنا اوقاتا تتطلب منا كفاحنا الاكبر و اذا كنا محظوظين كفاية سوف تطلب منا اجزاء من حياتنا دائما ان نتوغل ذلك العمق مع ذلك نجد في بعض الاوقات من حياتنا ما نحتاج اليه او بالاحرى ما نحتاج ان يعثر علينا في توقفنا و سكوننا . ربما السر في ذلك هو التوازن الصحيح للافعال والمثابرة و الاصرار و الصبر والاستعداد للتوقف حيث نحن و عندما نكون في حاجة  لذلك . لنكن سعداء  ولنبد الامتنان.  لنسمح للبذور التي زرعتاها طوال الطريق بان تعلو  حولنا في  عظمة وبحب

ارنو من كتابة هذا الموضوع الليلة ان اذكركم انه لاباس من ان تتريث في كثير من الاحيان و ان تسمح للاجابات التي تسعى اليها  ان تعثر عليك . فلسترخي الليلة ولتفم بشيء يجعلك سعيداجدا و ان كان ذلك يحنم عليك ان لا تفعل شيئا غير الجلوس في صمت فليكن ذلك! من يدري فقد نتلقى في لحظاتنا الهادئة الاجابات لاسئلتنا المهمة 😉       بقلم جنيفرسانتانيالو

كل حبي و نوري

تحياتي

جنيفر~

مع حبي

Translated by arabian roses

Written by Jennifer Santaniello

Source : http://astoryoflight.wordpress.com/

 

“Stop looking for me so intently, so that I may find you.”

~ Jennifer Santaniello

Sometimes the answers we need are right in front of our face.  Sometimes, it takes a good friend and person to say to us, “slow down!!!!”.  Maybe what we are looking for is actually patiently waiting for us to slow down and stop running frantically about, so that it may finally catch up to us.

There are times in our lives which demand and require our biggest fight, if we are fortunate enough parts of our lives will always require us to dig this deep.  Yet, there are times in life where only in our arrest, in our stillness do we find what we need, or rather, what we need finds us.  Perhaps the key is just the right balance of action, persistence, determination, patience as well as the willingness to stop where we are when need be, and just be happy, feel grateful and allow the seeds we’ve planted along the way to rise up around us in greatness and

My intention in writing this post tonight is to remind you that it is ok to slow down every so often, and allow the answers you seek to find you.  Sit back tonight, relax, do something that makes you incredibly happy and if that entails doing nothing other then sitting in silence, then so be it!  Who knows, perhaps it is in our quietest moments that we receive the answers to our biggest questions (;

♥ All of my love and light ♥

Namaste

~ Jennifer

with love.

     

If you are an atheist congratulation!

Woman is a diamon

 

 

Wish you gorgeous night whoever you are wherever you are =)

Smile tender souls it’s a new day , another chance for a happy ending =)

smile

Smile , for when night spreads his wings ,your smile becomes  the sunshine.

Smile, for when a heart breaks down,your smile becomes the bridge to the soul.

Smile , for when luck frowns, your smile becomes the ray of hope.

A  smile  is your  gift when you’ can’t afford buying him or her a gift

A smile is  the remedy that you recommend  without  prescription.

A smile is your wordless speech of kindness.

A smile is your  outward  message of love.

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Salam generous earth =)

 

 

Peaceful dreams tender earth =)

Wish you peaceful night tender earth :)

Precious الثمينة

 

لقد عثرت على اجمل جوهرة

بعض منها ازرق ضارب للخضرة

البعض الاخر من الخزف الابيض

امواج من السمرة و الذهب

انها تحفة فنية

 احيانا اتاملها وحسب

اعجب بقوامها الممتلىء الجميل

اتساءل من الذي قذف بذاك الكمال على السطح

و لكن هذا الحجر الثمين ليس ملكا لي

و عندما  ينتهي وقتي

سوف يكون على شخص اخر ايجاده

سوف يكون  في  يدي اخر

Written by Richard Voza

Translated by arabian roses

Precious

I found the most beautiful gem

Some of it is a greenish blue

Some of it is porcelain white

Waves of brown and gold

It’s a work of art

Sometimes I just look at it

admire its graceful curves

wonder who cast that perfect surface

But this precious stone isn’t mine

And when my time is over

It will be for someone else to find

It will be in the hands of another

Written by Richard Voza

Quiet… صامتة

تلك اللحظات الهادئة

هي الاعز الى نفسي

في هدوء ذلك المكان

 في ثقته

 في السكون المتقاسم

 هناك قبلتك  من قلبي

اشعر بالم  حياتك

مخاوفك….واحس مغالبة الدموع

في ذلك السكون المتقاسم  اكون انا و حسب

لاشيء غير

كتاب مفتوح……لقد انتصرت علي

ا نا هناك دائما … صامتة اذا كان هذا  ما تحتاج اليه

مصغية…املة ان لا تكون بجانبك

زوايا خفية , اكاذيب , خرافات , الغاز

فتاة ذات قلب  وحسب , القلم الذي يسيل حبرا هدا هنا

القلب و الفتاة التي تهيم بك كثيرا  وحسب….

Written by ~ R

Translated by arabian roses

Quiet…

those quiet moments

they are the ones I hold most dear

in the calm of that place

the trust of it…

the shared quiet…

I kiss you there with my heart

feel the pain of your life

your fears…sense the hold of tears

in that shared quiet…I am just me

nothing more

an open book…

you have the best of me…

always there…silent if that’s what you need

listening…hoping beside you…

no hidden corners, no untruths, no fables, no riddles

just a girl with a heart, the pen that inks here…rested

just the heart and the girl

…who adores you so…

~R

A tender day to kind souls =)

Hava gorgeous moments great souls =)

You cross the line and you have to step back !

You draw a Muslim as a wolfman who  preys  only on  flesh and blood  of the innocent  in your poem that drips  with hatred , prejudice , bitterness  and  ignorance . You  have imprisoned all Muslims  in a bottle  you call ” The suicide Bombers”  and released giant misleading thoughts and unfounded  allegations . You talk as though you know everything about Islam , Quran and  Prophet Muhammad’s words may peace be upon him . But you have zero knowledge about us .

 

 

♥There is no room for  hatred in a true muslim’s heart , that muslim who follows Allah’s commandments and Prophet Muhammad’s teaching .  A true muslim is raised to love , to forgive , and to spread life not to rob it . “The messenger of God said to me (Anas), Son, if you are able , keep your heart from morning till night and from night till morning free from malice towards  anyone ; then he said, Oh! My son, this is one of my laws, and he who loves my laws loves me.”♥

♥A true muslim  respects his  non-muslim neighbor and he has  duties towards him including protecting his interests when he is absent , showing him respect when he is present, helping  him when he is inflicted with any injustice  , not remaining on look-out to detect his faults ; and if , by any chance , he happens to know any undesirable thing about him , hides it from others . And, at the same time,  he tries to desist him from improper habits, if there is any chance that he will listen to him , never leaving him alone in any calamity,forgive him, if he has done any wrong .♥

♥ That was and is  the teaching of our beloved Muhammad peace upon him  whom  Allah Subhanoho wa-T’ala Says to him in The Holy Quran:

وَمَا أَرْسَلْنَاكَ إِلَّا رَحْمَةً لِّلْعَالَمِين

“And We have not sent you except as a mercy to mankind.” (The Prophets 21:107).

Our beloved  prophet Muhammad may peace be upon him, enjoins us to show mercy towards non-muslims as he had always done . Some of his neighbors were non-muslims. He would be kind to them like the  Jewish poor family he would regularly gave charity to . Even after his death , Muslims maintained his charity towards them . Another story bears witness to his mercy ,that of Christian delegation from Ethiopian churches  who came to Medina and  the Prophet opened up his mosque for them to stay in, hosted them generously, and personally served them meals. He said:“They were generous to our companions, so I wish to be generous to them in person…” ♥

♥A true Muslim doesn’t take lives  either for life is sacred even that of small creatures and Allah the almighty will chastise those who   trespass his commandment  about that . Prophet Muhammad peace be upon him too preaches kindness not cruelty and hatred . It is narrated that during a journey the Prophet left his companion for a while. During his absence, his companion saw a bird called hummara and took two young ones away from the mother bird. The mother bird was circling above in the air, beating its wings in grief, when the Prophet came back and said: “Who has hurt the feelings of this bird by taking its young? Return them to her”. The Prophet companion then replaced the offspring in the same bush.Another stories tells that on the way to a battle, the Prophet army marched towards Makkah (now known as Mecca) to conquer it, they passed a female dog with puppies. The Prophet not only gave orders that the mother dog and puppies should not be hurt or disturbed, but posted a man to see that this was done.

 

♥A true muslim is not a murder or a ” suicid bomber ” . Allah condemns killing the innocent . Allah ,the almighty says in his holy book:

[Quran 60:8] GOD does not enjoin you from befriending those who do not fight you because of religion, and do not evict you from your homes. You may befriend them and be equitable towards them. GOD loves the equitable.

[Quran 8:61] If they resort to peace, so shall you, and put your trust in GOD. He is the Hearer, the Omniscient.

[Quran 4:90]”…Therefore, if they leave you alone, refrain from fighting you, and offer you peace, then GOD gives you no excuse to fight them.”

You refer to all muslims as “suicid bombers”  in your poem and that’s wrong, and illogical and too judgmental . You disdain suicid bombers  for taking  lives of  the innocent while you point an accusing  finger at  people ,calling them murders ,stripping them of their honor, kindness and humanity on the ground that a muslim  exploded himself . You try to ruin the reputation of people  who don’t know anything about harming others . Allah don’t punish people for the faults of others , each has to take the responsibility of  their actions. Who gave you the right to judge people ? you don’t even know their names ,their background,their culture, or their dreams !

♥I am  muslim and  I am proud of being Muslim for Islam preaches love, tolerance, altruism and compassion .With every Dawn prayer ,with every Ramadan, with every new sunrise and new sunset ,I praise Allah for being a muslim for the serenity I feel is beyond description .♥

Please make sure   not to twist my words  when reporting them next time . I didn’t say suicider  bomb sisters and brothers  in Islam  . I said sister and brother in Islam , it was a warm greeting that you twisted its meaning .It would be more credible and honest to  report my words as they are  for honesty  is a fabric of us as human  too  isn’t it?

 

 

 Written by arabian roses

 

 

Salam tender earth =)

May your night be blessed whoever you are ,wherever you are ameen =)

Lies, More lies and Damn lies اكاذيب, المزيد من الاكاذيب و الاكاذيب اللعينة

ان اخبار الحقيقة في زمن الخداع عمل ثوري”  جورج اروال” 

الحقيقة هي جائزة يرنو اليها الجميع . سواء  كان الشخص يسعى وراء الحقيقة عن الحياة او الروح او الموت او ببساطة يريد ان يخبر بها فالامر  سيان . لا يرغب احد في الاكاذيب.  لانتمنى ابدا ان يكذب علينا او نخدع .  و مع ذلك  نخدع من وقت لاخر رغم رغبتنا من الاخرين ان يكونوا صادقين  . ان عالم الحقيقة مكان معقد يمنح الحيرة  والتفكير  و الحدس          

لاصدقكم القول انا اشك ان هناك روحا  لم تكذب او لم تخف الحقيقة  او لم تتصرف باي شكل من اشكال الخداع  .هذه سمة انسانية لا يمكن انكارها و هي لاتمت باي صلة للروح .تكتم الروح الحقيقية للحظة عند عملية الخداع  بيد ان الضمير يشعر بالذنب عند ذ لك.

عموما نتعثر في هذا العالم لنحمي انفسنا ونحن اطفالا بيد اننا بالتاكيد نتعلم و نحن نكبر ان للخداع والمراوغة  مخاطرا.   يصبح البعض بارعا في الكذب و التلاعب اذا ما سارت الامور جيدا لصالحهم   .   في حين يتلق البعض الاخر صفعة من كارما  على وجوههم

لم يكن الكذب حصنا لي قط . فلم اكن بارعا  فيه  فكان  تقريبا دائما يرتد  علي على الفور . وبالرغم من ذلك, كان الشعور بالذنب لايطاق .  فهو يصيبني بالاشمئزاز حتى انه لا يمكن ان يغمض لي جفن ابدا مهما كان الوضع    

ذات مرة و عندما كان عمري في  الثالثة عشرة وقعت في مازق تمكنت انا و صديقي الخروج منه  عن طريق الكذب  . كل شيء كان هادئا لمدة اسبوع تقريبا و لكن خلال ذلك الوقت  ظللت قلقا.  بعد اسبوع و نصف تقريبا كشف السر ونزل العقاب كالسندان  .  لن انسى ابدا الصفعة التي تلقيتها من امي على وجهي لانني كنت انظر في عينيها و انا اكذب  .  مازلت اشعر بالالم  ليومنا هذا. حينها  و باختصار تعلمت درسي

لدينا الاكاذيب الكبيرة و الاكاذيب الصغيرة  و اكاذيب اللعينة . يقول الناس ان الاكاذيب البيضاء الصغيرة غير مؤذية .. هل هي كذلك ? ما الشيء الغير مؤذي في الخداع

? تذكر فقط ان شخصا ما سوف يخدع مهما كانت الكذبة و هو  سلوك مدمر

لاتخشى ان تعترف بخطاياك وتدرك اخطاءك . كن منارة للحقيقة  لجميع من حولك . فباماطة اللثام عن روحك و الاعتراف بافعالك تصبح جزءا لا يتجزا من عالم الحقيقة 

تذكر ان الشيء الرائع من قول الحقيقة هو انه ليس عليك ان تتذكر شيئا لان الحقيقة طبيعية  .  اعرف العالم

Written by http://knowthesphere.wordpress.com/

  Translated by arabian roses

“In a time of deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” ~George Orwell

Truth is a trophy that all seek. Whether one seeks “the truth” about life, spirit, death and afterlife or is simply wanting to be told the truth is very much the same. Nobody wishes for falsehood; never does one wish to be lied to or deceived. Yet, we all deceive from time to time despite our desire for others to be truthful. The sphere of truth is a complex place, one that imparts confusion, thought and intuition.

To be honest, I highly doubt that a soul has lived who hasn’t either told a lie, hidden the truth or acted in some form of deceit. This is an undeniable human characteristic that knows nothing of spirit. In the action of deception, the true soul is muffled for a moment, though the conscience feels the guilt of the action.

We all stumble into this sphere generally when we are protecting ourselves as children, though as we grow we certainly learn the perils of deception and prevarication. Some become very “good” at lying and manipulation if it works in their favor. Others have the hand of karma instantly slap them in the face.

Lying has never been my forte. I was never good at it, and it almost always seemed to instantly backfire on me. Despite this, the feeling of guilt afterward was often too much to bear. This feeling would make me sick to my stomach, and I could never sleep no matter the situation.

After getting into a sticky situation once at the age of 13, a friend and I managed to lie our way out of it. All was clear for about a week, but during the time I remained very uneasy. About a week and a half later the cat was out of the bag and the punishment came down like an anvil. I’ll never forget the slap across the face by my mother for looking her in the eye and lying to her. I can still feel the sting to this day. Needless to say I learned my lesson then and there.

We have big lies, little lies and damn lies. But we also have the white lies. People say little white lies are harmless.. Are they? What is harmless about deception? Just remember no matter the lie, someone is getting deceived and this is a destructive behavior.

Travel the sphere of truth. Do not be afraid to admit your wrongs and recognize your faults. Be a beacon of truth to all those around you. In baring your soul and owning your actions, you become whole and one with the sphere of truth.

Keep in mind, the great thing about telling the truth is that you don’t have to remember anything; truth is natural.

Written by http://knowthesphere.wordpress.com/

Salaam lovely lovely lovely universe :)

It takes two to tango

 

Whenever a woman  asks for divorce , all point an accusing finger at her . All are all ears when  narrating evil stories about her  but  deaf to her pleas to listen to her part of story as well. Even when she is a victim of  emotional and physical violence, she shoulders most of the blame .

 

That wife brings marriage  to closure,   proves  that man hasn’t praised  Allah’s grace upon him .  Woman is a soft creature who cherishes appreciation , respect , comfort and love. When a husband  fails to teach  her how to  adjust in his world softly and safely she will seek another territory where she can have a space of her own or set up her own kingdom  to live free from fear , abuse , prejudice and misjudgment.

 

 

A wife has countless rights over her husband, when not fulfilled , her trust and respect vanish and when they do, love perish for love is born  of respect.

 

All women , no matter where they come from , no matter who they’re  , are one and the same  .They love to be tended like a rose , treasured like a precious stone , listened to like sea ripples and taken care of  like a child  for  Allah the glorified and the exalted has created them as  Prophet  Muhammad peace upon him said, ” from a rib and the most crooked portion of the rib is its upper part; if you try to straighten it, it will break, and if you leave it, it will remain crooked, so I urge you to take care of the women.” (Sahih Bukhari, Volume 7, Book 62, Number 114).

 

Remember , if a woman  has ever trod your gracious land, to appreciate her as she is  and never try to change her because putting up with  her flaws or silly habits is a token of your unconditional love . Rememeber to overlook  her mistakes . By doing so, you teach her to overlook and forgive yours .  Remember  to keep your angers secrets from her  for your home  is nothing but a  sanctuary  where only hymns of love and compassion must be sung as a woman’s  soul is so soft  that  angry talks can  break her. Spare no effort to help her with household chores . One day the Messenger of Allah peace upon him paid a visit to the house of Ali and Fatemah  peace upon them . He saw that Ali  was sieving the pulses and Fatemah  was busy cooking. On observing this the Prophet  may peace be upon him remarked, “O Ali, I do not speak except what is revealed to me. Anyone who helps his wife in her domestic affairs obtains a reward of one year of worship equal to the amount of hair on his body. This year of worship will be as if he has fasted during its days and prayed during its nights. Allah will reward him equal to the reward of all the patient ones, Hazrat Dawood (a.s.) and Hazrat Isa (a.s.).”

Marriage is a story that you can make of it a fairytale the characters in it live happily ever after  just with simple but hearty and loving smiles , apologies,gifts  or surprises.

 

Written by arabian roses

 

 

 

 

 

Have lovely night sisters in Islam,brothers in Islam =)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lovely quotes for you and me too ;)

Simplicity is happiness

Safe trip to me :) take best care of yourself whoever you are, wherever you are =)

Breakdown by Richard Voza

Just knowing that the days in her cramped apartment were almost over gave Melissa a little extra energy, so much that she didn’t mind the light rain that began to fall as she stepped to her assigned parking spot. “Just another week,” she thought, “and I’ll be parking in a dry garage instead of this stupid, rainy parking lot.” In the three years she’d lived in the Forrest Lake apartments, only twice had broken glass punctured one of her tires. She wasn’t just moving up from apartment to condo. Two more paychecks would be enough to trade in her dad’s old car for something new.

Her navy blue suit jacket swung on the hook attached to the roof in the back seat as she cut the wheel and sped away from the place where the air-conditioning worked when it felt like it. It was only thirty-five minutes from here to the office. She had timed her new place at forty-six minutes. Even if it were an hour and forty-six minutes, she still would be moving, and moving up, very soon.

She attached the earpiece to her cell phone before reaching 95 North because it would only be about a minute later that her mother would call. Until then, she searched for a traffic report.

“There was yet another assault in Harrison County yesterday,” said the announcer. “The victim was again a female in her early 20′s. She is still in intensive care with internal injuries and a severe concussion. The attacker dragged her out of her car and into a wooded area. Fortunately, a passing motorist witnessed what was –”

“Hi Mom,” Melissa said as she clicked on her phone and off the radio.

“Hi, Dear. You on your way to work?”

Melissa smiled and rolled her eyes. “You call me at the same time every day.”

“So what’s on your schedule for today?”

“Same stuff,” she said. “Cleanings, x-rays, probably get bit by a kid. And some old guy will probably put his hand on my butt.”

“Are you serious?” gasped her mother.

“Oh yeah. I’m due for a few bites and feels this week.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t work there.”

“Mom. I’m kidding. Relax. You got me out of my apartment. Let’s take one thing at a time. I can’t talk now. I’m running late, and I want to hear the traffic report. And I don’t like to talk when it’s raining.”

What had been a drizzle was now growing into a steady rain.

“Okay,” her mother said. “Call me when you get to work so I know you made it.”

“Sure. Ring you once. Bye.”

“Bye, Dear.”

Melissa thought more about the longer drive from what would soon be her new condo. The expressway was quicker, but there was also a toll. County Road 152 was about fifteen minutes longer, but it was free. “Free,” she thought, “or $1.50 a day, times five days a week, times fifty weeks, that’s $375 a year. I could skip the tolls, leave early, and that would pay for my coffee and bagel all year.”

Before she could disagree with herself, her engine sputtered and stuttered a few times but then continued. Stalling on the I-95 would be rather dangerous because there was no shoulder on this stretch, so she said a small prayer that she’d make it off the highway and to the county road safely.

Melissa loved numbers, and she knew it was exactly fourteen point seven five miles to the office once she exited 95. Ten of those miles were along the thick trees of County Road 152. Every one of those ten miles was deer territory. She allowed no radio and took no phone call until she was beyond 152 because all of her attention needed to be on the lookout for “Bambi.” Today, however, the needs of her engine outweighed the need of the wild life.

Halfway across 152, her engine quit. Dad’s Toyota came to rest on a grassy shoulder where not one house was visible. She knew each connecting street, but at the moment she was not near any of them. She was not accustomed to and had no tolerance for a break in her routine.

As she was still guessing whether or not the closest house was either ahead of or behind her, she instead almost slap herself in the head as she remembered her cell phone. She hit the speed dial for work but didn’t hear the ring she expected. “No signal” was on the screen. She looked at the thick trees on the right and the wall of water now streaming down the windshield, making the trees looked like a Salvador Dali painting. As she turned to the driver’s side, she let out a short scream. There was a knock on the glass and a face looking in. She caught her breath, eased her pulse, and glanced left to be sure the door was locked.

“You okay?” asked a dark man in a hat. She didn’t panic. She held up her phone.

“I,” she choked, “I just called my husband. He’ll be here in a few minutes.” She watched to see if he had believed her. “Thanks, Sir. Thank you for stopping.”

The man’s hat was pulled low. Water ran off the brim. He looked left and right, stood, and rubbed his face like someone who had just woken up. “Ok,” he said. “Good luck.” The rain prevented her from seeing him clearly. She thought she saw facial hair, but he was gone. She reached for a pen in the glove compartment and scribbled on the back of a napkin. “Black male, 200 pounds, red jacket, grayish dirty hat, jeans, brown boots.” She peered into the side view mirror. “Limping. Old blue pick up.” The old blue pickup moved around her and headed off. She couldn’t read the license plate through the downpour, but she was content that she had something helpful for the police.

Melissa clicked the radio back on and waited for another news report or anything to erase the sound of the rain. “And don’t forget our news-spotter hotline. Just press star-1-0-6-0 from your cell phone if you see news, traffic, weather, or anything else that you think we should know.”

She was about to call until she remembered having no signal. As she put her phone down, a white car pulled in front of her and slowly backed up, almost touching her front bumper. Melissa smiled as she peered through the wet windshield at a BMW emblem on the trunk. She smiled more when she dropped her foggy window to reveal a very handsome man with an umbrella.

“Need some help, Miss?” he asked with perfect teeth.

“Um. Uh. Help? Y-yes,” she fumbled.

“Any idea what’s wrong?”

“Wrong?” she said slowly. “No.” She knew that the real problem was how to get his phone number without being obvious.

“Pop the hood and I’ll take a look,” the pretty man said. She fumbled on the floor for the hood latch. She pulled both the trunk and gas tank lid before finally hearing a loud “clack” as the hood jumped up an inch. The man with the umbrella walked to the front of her car and easily lifted the hood.

She jumped out of the car and dashed to join his shelter, moving as close to him as possible. He looked under the hood at what Melissa interpreted as various sizes of metal and rubber with various degrees of road grime. She watched impressed as he scanned the engine, occasionally touching parts and wiggling things. She admired him more as he blurted things like “hmmm, okay,” and “not sure about that.”

The umbrella occasionally moved away from her, but she quickly followed it. He smiled when that happened. Her arms instinctively wrapped across her chest as the rain and cool breezes teased her body. He watched her feeble attempt to cover herself, and the umbrella moved again.

“See this?” he asked, pointing at what appeared to her as a random car part. “Feel how hot that is.” She reached as far as she could without putting her skirt against the wet car. When she almost toppled over, his hands were very ready to grab her hips and pull her back from the car. The combination of three-inch heels and muddy ground put her directly in his arms, looking up at his wonderful face.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, struggling to regain her balance.

Her eyes were so focused on him that she barely heard when he said, “Don’t be sorry,” he breathed. “I’m not.” He studied her face, and she adored his. “Lock your car, get your keys. C’mon. I’ll give you a ride.” She said nothing, just nodded and did as she was told while he studied her skirt.

A few miles away, in a far less pretty part of town, a man with a red jacket, grayish dirty hat, wet jeans, and soaked brown boots limped away from his old blue pickup truck. Inside his wife of forty years was responsible for the heavenly smell of bacon that greeted him even before he entered their leaky, one-bedroom home. She turned as she did every morning to smile at him as he returned from work. Her usual “Welcome home, Honey,” was cut short when she did not see his usual smile.

“What’s wrong, Honey?” she asked, keeping the spatula over the frying pan so no bacon grease dripped on her foot. He shook off the rain and cold that he had brought with him before giving her a stronger than his usual bear hug. When he backed away, she could see something different in his eyes.

“A car was broke down on 152. Young woman all alone. I tried to help her, but I could see she was — kind of — afraid.” The woman couldn’t tell if he was crying or just wet from the rain.

“Honey, don’t you fret none. You did the best you can. If she didn’t want your help, then that’s her bad luck.” She kissed him on the cheek and removed his dripping wet hat. Then she kissed him on his shaved head as he bowed it in prayer.

“Lord, I hope you got that girl somewhere safe this morning. I tried. Amen.” Silently, he added to the prayer. Why was I born looking like this, making people so afraid of me? Why, Lord?

Each time the white BMW took another turn, Melissa again thought about how he was not following her directions.

“I’m going to be late,” she mildly protested.

He said nothing, but again he gave her his glorious smile.

 

 Article © Richard Voza. All rights reserved.
Published on 2010-12-27

جهرا دعوتك

Have a lovely night whoever reads this =)

A hearty apology from a muslim woman to a Christian woman (blog Flowergirl4831)

• I don’t know where you come from  but I know that miles ,mountains and seas  which set us apart   can’t t break that human bridge  . I wish I knew your name for friends call each others by their name  and it seems I’m a friend because   you called me so . I would love to tell you that Me being a muslim,and YOU  being a Christian ,or he  being a muslim and she being a christian doesn’t give us the right to hurt or insult each other. I disdain any  Muslim who forgets  who he is and crosses lines Islam commands us not to trespass when dealing with others let alone when they’re non muslims. A muslim, as  our beloved Prophet  may peace be upon him  said: “The Muslim is not an accuser, curser, curser with evil tongue (big curser), or minor curser“.

I  also disdain any Christian who …. I can’t even have the courage and the power to write the words ,it feels like it ribs my heart to pieces – who insults our dearly loved Prophet Muhammad  may be peace upon him . It’s not  Jesus’s  legacy to curse or insult.

A muslim is not a curser, neither  is a Christian .We can talk ,discuss,enlighten each others  gently.We can also answer each other’s questions to clarify  sombre thoughts clouding our sense of good judgement softly . Remember that insults or offensive names will add salt to injury .You’re doing harm to Islam by betraying what Allah and his messenger has entrusted with  as Allah and his prophet Muhammad  may be peace upon him command us to be kind to non-muslims . Allah says

“God does not forbid you from those who do not fight you because of religion and do not expel you from your homes – from dealing kindly and justly with them.  Indeed, God loves those who act justly.  God only forbids you from those who fight you because of religion and expel you from your homes and aid in your expulsion – (forbids) that you make allies of them.  And whoever makes allies of them, then it is those who are the wrongdoers.” (Quran 60:8-9)

Remember that some of  our beloved prophet Muhammad’s neighbors  were non-muslim and  he would be generous to them ,visit them when they’re sick and help them in rough time. That is his of legacy mercy and kindness .

Allah endowed you with a precious blessing  ; being able to write  and read ,so use that gift to draw the  beautiful picture  of   the muslim instead of uglifying  by your insults and  aggressive way  that is strongly disdained by Islam. Violence begets violence . Hatred  begets hatred . Genuine true love begets nothing but a genuine true  love. Tame the power of your pen to unveil the beauty of Islam and mend their misjudgment. Write and when you write  do it  with honor .Prayer  too  is more powerful than violence so pray . Allah and his angels pray  . Abu Umama reported that the Messenger of Allah said, “Allah AND His angels AND the people of the heavens AND the earth, EVEN the ants in their rocks AND the fish, PRAY for blessings on those who teach people good.” [at-Tirmidhi] (Aisha Bewley, Riyad as-Salihin (The Meadows of the Righteous), Book of Knowledge, 241. Chapter: the excellence of knowledge

Rememeber also that through the journey of your life you  must have come across  non-muslims  who respect you being a muslim tha  they are careful when picking their words to not cross lines with you because they know that a muslim should be treated with respect. I have met some . So let’s not lose a friend  who would defend Islam guided by  the  beautiful and genuine picture we gift them  .

I hope you read those words ,they’re meant for you ,you sound upset and sad and that saddens me . You said you have friends who are muslims ,believe it or not a muslim can make  a great friend  when following what Islam commands  him or her  to do ,as friends have rights ,  holy ones so never ever give up on them .

 

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Presidents should start blogging too !

It is a brilliant idea,that I highly recommend for all world leaders ,kings and queens for several reasons,good reasons.

 

 

 

Genuine friendship

 

Blogging  is a golden opportunity to seize  to make new friends of different fabric from the one you as a  president are used to. Friends  from all walks of life ,common people who will point out  to your flaws rather than coloring them with bright glittering colours.The more sincere comments you write the more hearts you captivate.The more useful posts you publish,the more readers you win.Posts stand for your speeches,and  decisions ,while comments stand for your reactions towards  people’s criticism  of your policy.While bloggers are  the sincere counsellors.Blogging will teach you  to accept and deal with criticism .Some will follow you ,while others will block you or mark you as spam.

 

No more treasure hunting

 

Blogging is a new hobby that world leaders can take up.It’s cheap,accessible and most of all safer than playing the part of Ali Baba and  the 40 haramy ( thieves) that some are hooked on . Not to mention the part of Casanova that  many love playing as well .

Besides people love writers . If  you fail to make them believe your credibility as a  politician, you can  win them over as a writer,then as a ruler.

 

 

Practise makes perfect

 

 Practise makes perfect,then presidents don’t need to hire a speechwriter as blogging will teach them how to write their own speech by themselves,  a speech that will touch the listeners instead of  the stony ones we used to,ones that remind us of  the sound of  an old man ‘s heavy wobbling walking stick :monotonous ,repetitive  and  ,nerve- wrecking. Here ,a president can learn how to make  words come straight from his  heart to dwell in the heart of  his audience .I  recommend the use of a cheerful background too,because not  everyone is fond o f  faces . Audience need something warm than  that lifeless face and that  forced smile that reminds you of George Orwell ‘s Big  Brother is watching you .

 

Competitiveness

 

 After election most  presidents  suffer from low performance and  productivity.They don’t  work hard the way they did when preparing for their election campaign  due to the lack of rivals and competitors,and blogging  is the best way  to ignite that flame again because here all bloggers are competing with each other  to have the best blog, to win readers.

 

blogging is a free nation

 

Blogging is a free floor to exchange ideas without one fearing losing his neck and this policy should be extended to real life . Like  your posts ,your  legislations and decisions concerning the nation must be  open to discussion ,and instead of pulling a trigger to a head of a protestor ,take your pen and edit them.

 

Tight shoes

 

Why don’t presidents  start blogging their  speeches instead   of delivering them  face to face.Imagine doing that while sipping  your icy  tea  ,playing your favorite music  ,far away  from  blinding camera  flashes,deafening shouts of reporters ,and a tight  pair shoes that keep you from concentration,that they have to repeat every question for you.The outcomes will be fruitful due to the lack of distraction ,and tense atmosphere.

 

 

Happy blogging 🙂

 

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A beloved’s confessions

It was me who stole your Queen chess piece.

I hate it when you call her my inamorata, that word is mine.

It was me who made your car’s four tires flat the other day ,it wasn’t the delivery boy.

I didn’t want you to go to the mountains ,I had a bad dream.

 

It was me who put your black t-shirt in the clothing donation box, it wasn’t your mum. I hate it when girls liked it on you.

 

It was me who made myself catch a cold, I went barefoot in the rain. I love the way you get worried about me when I ‘m sick.

 

It was me who broke the CD your ex-girl friend gifted you .I hate that look on your face whenever you listen to it.

 

The rise of the sodomist is the downfall of mankind

Adan and Eve

Adam ,that mystical being, from his ribs Allah  the Glorified and the Exalted created Eve to be his companion in life ,is where all woman’s tenderness ,beauty and mystery emanate from .  A woman’s soft gaze melts  the heart of invincible warrior. A man’s comforting embrace shatters  to pieces a woman’s worries and  fears . Allah has created them to complete each other that the universe is doomed to turn into utter chaos once this balance is disturbed. But to take revenge on Adam’s descendants, satan  sprinkled the mischievous seeds of  sodomy in their land  .

 

 

 Sodomy is forbidden by all religious creeds.

Lut was Ibraham’s  nephew and Allah’s messenger to the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah which  were situated on the Jordan river plain in the Southern region of the land of Canaan. Therein ,  men as  Allah says in the holy Quran : بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم“ Will ye not fear (Allah)? I am to you a messenger worthy of all trust. So fear Allah and obey me. No reward do I ask of you for it: my reward is only from the lord of the Worlds. Of all the creatures in the world, will ye approach males, And leave those whom Allah has created for you to be your mates? Nay, ye are a people transgressing (all limits)!” They said: “If thou desist not, O Lut! thou wilt assuredly be cast out!” He said: “I do detest your doings.” (Surat ash-Shuara: 160-168)

When Lut’s people disputed about his warning , Allah punished them . He says: ” When Our Decree issued, We turned (the cities) upside down, and rained down on them brimstone hard as baked clay, spread, layer on layer,marked as from thy Lord: Nor are they ever far from those who do wrong! (Surah Hud: 82-83)

 

The Bible too forbids sodomy.Leviticus 20:13 If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination; they shall surely be put to death; their blood is upon them.

Sodomy is synonym with  human extinction

Marriage is Allah’s blessing the union of  man and woman .It’s  embodiment of that  sacred feeling called love.And offsprings are the fruits of a blessed union and Allah’s genesis on earth which becomes  man’s responsibility to keep life beating  within the womb of universe.That noble mission wouldn’t be fulfilled by the union of two men .What  would happen to human race if all men  descend into sodomy ? Life will perish.

The legacy

Many homosexuals admit they are pedophiles . A research showed that 73 ./. homosexuals committed more than 33./. of all reported child molestation in the United States . It should be noted that homosexuals themselves were preyed on by a male in their tender years ,they were sexually abused as children .It looks like  they have create their own host  to inherit their legacy and make of it a way of life .

 sodomy breaks the law of human body

 Allah molded the human body according to codes and laws that   it collapses once breaking them  as diseases  will start  eating it away to the bone . Homosexual act is considered to be devious by human body, in that there are substances in seminal fluid called “immuno -regulatory macromolecules” that speaks language that is only understood by the female body which will then permit the two in one flesh intimacy required for human reproduction.When deposited else where,this language or signals sent out ,are not only misunderstood ,but cause sperm to fuse with whatever somatic body cell they encounter and thus resulting in the development of cancerous malignancies .

Sodomy is also a thorny route to death because of the incurable lethal disease it generates  .For example  engaging in anal intercourse leads to anal cancer,transmission of the HIV/AIDS, genital warts,cryplosporidium,and other  package of  deadly maladies.

Sodomy is satan’s devious means to mislead  Adam’s children  from the right path  because Allah has chosen Adam whom created of clay over him .It was a trap that will lead to human degradation and loss if  it is not  uprooted  from the human soil.

 

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Invincible army of love

Some build a tower around themselves and with every passing day that tower gets higher and higher and the soul behind its walls becomes  unconquerable filling  the heart of those who pass by  with amusement , bewilderment  and fear.

Historically, that  tower dated back to an ancient time of painful stories that set the heart and  the soul of the his lord or lady on fire of resentment, hatred and isolation  ,it’s a human tower.

Some build them but deep down they hope someday someone  will find the key to set them free and douse that fire .They wait for  an invasion of  an invincible army of genuine human  compassion and pure love . Lets’ not spin horrifying stories about the lord or the lady of the stony  tower  .Let’s leave no stone unturned to find the key to the heart of that tower . The other is full of kindness, love and knowledge .Let’s not leave space for misjudgment or pride to dash one’s hope to rejoice in hi or her company.

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Someday …someone…

Migrating love

I whisper into   withering  flowers  your name to enliven them.

I make of every passing cloud  a love messenger  to you.

I chase moonlight to feel the  touch of your face

When  she  falls on you .

 

 With migrating sparrows  I send you   my love poems.

With rain drops,  I awash away your sorrows.

 

Your heart is my home,

Your smile is my moon.

Seas or deserts set us apart,

Love is a  restless nomad.

 

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5 things you should know about woman in Islam

1-Having  a daughter  or a sister brings  heaven at your feet

 

In pre-islamic arabia , girls were  buried alive .“When news is brought to one of them, of [the birth of] a female [child], his face darkens, and he is filled with inward grief! With shame does he hide himself from his people, because of the bad news he has received! Shall he keep this [child] despite the contempt [which he feels for it] or shall he bury it in the dust? Oh, evil is indeed whatever they decide!” – The Quran (16:58-59) .

But  Islam  has come to draw the curtain on this devious ritual  to teach  barbarians that daughters are nothing but undrained  fount of blessing that  Allah  has promised  those who are kind to their  daughters or  their sisters a place in paradise .Also ,Quran chastises Parents who choose sons over daughters .Like  boys , girls must be provided with everything that will turn them  into  successful , and pious  persons.

 

 

2-Woman is a precious pearl

 

Woman’s hijab is her  holy armor against luscious gazes .She is as precious as sea pearls and earth diamonds. The sea engulfs greedy ships to harbor his pearls. Mountains shield their  diamonds  and so does hijab. Muslim woman loves her hijab and she doesn’t wear it against her will ,a truth that  those who hate Islam do everything in their power to twist it and portray  Muslim woman as a slave deprived of her freedom.

 

3-Woman is  not a public property

 

Woman’s body is sacred in Islam .His secrets must be unveiled only to a husband . When disgracing it, woman will be stoned to death or whipped  to purify her body and soul  .

Allah  wants  man to appreciate woman ,to respect her, to honor her and to love her , and fornication is not the decent way to embody  all that.What apperciation is in putting woman through rough times because of  unwanted pregnancy .What love is in shunning woman after  preying on her body and soul  just because man thought he was in love with her but it turned it wasn’t .

 

4-Woman is treasured as a wife

 

The most  divine moments  shared  by woman and man are  sacred  that Allah commanded  husbands to be kind to their wives . A man for instance is forbidden from forcing his wife  to sex  “O ye who believe! Ye are forbidden to inherit women against their will. Nor should ye treat them with harshness, that ye may take away part of the dower [money given by the husband to the wife for the marriage contract] ye have given them, except where they have been guilty of open lewdness; on the contrary live with them on a footing of kindness and equity. If ye take a dislike to them it may be that ye dislike a thing, and God brings about through it a great deal of good (Qu’ran An-nisa 19)

Anal sex and sex during menstruation are prohibited for their ominous health hazards  as well .“If anyone [resorts to a diviner and believes in what he says (according) to the version of Musa) or] has intercourse with his wife (according to the agreed version) when she is menstruating, or has intercourse with his wife through her anus, he has nothing to do with what has been sent down to Muhammad.”—Narrated by Abu Hurairah, Book of Divination and Omens.

Suna Abu Dawud.

 

5-Why 4 wives?

 

Woman  has outnumbered  men , and  man’s  marrying  four women is Allah’s wisdom to keep woman from falling  in the abyss of evil  and protect society .

It should be noted that  Allah allows but does not command a man  to have four women .And when  marrying 4 , he has to treat them equally. Allah says:
“Marry women of your choice, two or three, or four; but if you fear that you shall not be able to deal justly (with them), then only one or (the slaves) that your right hands possess. That is nearer to prevent you from doing injustice.” [4:3]

or he has to have just one wife . Marriage is  so sanctified that Allah’s throne shakes when the sacred bond between husband and wife is broken . In Islam woman must be honored  for she holds all secrets of life ,beauty and love.

 

My Childhood friend is Christian (dedicated to Lady Day)

My name is Muslim,

I am the descendant of Abraham

Purity is my cloak

Mercy is my law

Love  reigns  my heart

benevolence soaks my soul

Humility adorns my  footsteps

 

You might be Buddhist ,Christians  or Hindu

 you might be my neighbor,or boyhood friend

and a muslim   respects his neighbor,honors his friend

For we all   kneel  and pray that our fellow-men  seize  the light of happiness.

 

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Woman’s curse

Abortion is like turning down Allah’s gift .This is what children are ; they’re a holy gift. Some appreciate it , embrace it, and tend it like a rose till it blooms .Others discard it mercilessly. In a single moment of weakness, selfishness and loneliness, woman can make the worst mistake in her entire life, and the most hideous crime on earth ; dousing the flame of the life of her own child.

remember that parenting is a blessing.  It can be a far-reaching dream for some, while it’s standing at your life door .So instead of strangling the fount of life in you, celebrate it,nurture that seed of life , hope and unconditional love within you.

Children are special gift  that  gets more precious and precious day in , day out . They’re full of  endless surprises, joyous ones. That kid will grow to become a decent  man or woman to protect you against time’s broken promises, and  to sooth your old age. Even if birds  migrate , they always come back to their old home, a home the floor of which is yearning to feel the touch of your kid ‘s toes .

Remember that you’re  not only going to rob  your child of his or her right to try a capricious but beautiful life, of his right  to know what love and joy is , and of his right  to harvest victory after failure ,but you’re also going to  deny yourself  the chance to experience a sublime feeling ;being a mother who  rejoices in seeing  that flower blooms as she or he is  feeding on your  soil  no matter how exhausted you feel or ugly you look.

Also, to  Legitimate  abortion  teaches people that they can get away with their misdeeds. Outcomes cannot be eliminated all the time ,sometimes we have to live with  them.The latter can be beyond endurance that they  will cost one’s life, but they’re the fruit of your choice and you have to pick up them  even  rotten fruits .For instance ,in Muslim society pre-marital sex is forbidden and a woman ‘s pregnancy  out of marriage will cost her  -after delivering her child -her life . A passing desire flamed by liquor or drug will cost lives or honor and termination of pregnancy will add salt to  injury.

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fight for the man or the woman you love,love loves warriors

Lord of The Rain

He made for me  a necklace  from  rain beads

And I was crowned queen of the rain.

He wrote  a symphonic poem

to gift me  the joys of waves

embraced by the passionate sand.

He perfumed his letters with

early morning dew so that

his love resurrects  in my heart

every daybreak.

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The lighthouse

Drop a coin on  the ground.The wind  will carry it and lay it at the feet of  a destitute whose pride kept him from begging compassion. Trust the wind , he’s the  god ‘s servant.

Thank the lemon tree or the apple tree in your yard  . Over years ,she has shielded  you from the ablaze  locks of sun and   given you the most delicious fruits .Like women ,trees love to be appreciated .

Pray for your teachers whenever you read a book .Without them we would have been  trapped in  the abyss of  merciless  ignorance.They’re honored by god,don’t disgrace them, for they’re messengers in disguise.

Don’t hurt the one who loves you but you don’t love.They are the lighthouse when your ship is at loss.They can find you when no one else can.

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Goooood morning ,it’s a new day, it’s a new adventure =)

Have a merry night ,or a cheerful day wherever you are,whoever you are =)

You never know

A woman in love

When I seize that trouble in your mild eyes

My castles of joyousness collapse

And I wish  I were invincible billow

to engulf your ships of sorrow.

When your laughter caresses my restless heart

My ribs turn into  a lyre

And my soul sings the most bewitching song ever

A song of love  .

Your tears are as   ruinous as  falling stars

They torn my soul asunder.

Your laughter is as shining as a  merry  firefly

It  takes me to a place I have never been before,

the kingdom of a  man in love.

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Have a lovely night lovely universe

A jealous woman

I tore my veil to blindfold the sun

I can hear her from afar

weaving love hymns from

the olive tenderness of your eyes.

I banished my daisy flowers  to foreign lands forever

They swayed  whenever  you touched  them

This land is my dancing floor.

I gave my coloring pencils to somber clouds

I bribed them to tangle rainbow’s ribbons

I am the rainbow.

I twisted all fairy tales

Now they are  all about me and you.

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My Northern Star

I am standing on the edge of  life

I spread my broken wings

And flutter.

Unfathomable oceans are ahead of me.

Sunsets and sunrises witnessed my fall

Lofty mountains are yearning for my rise.

Love keeps you from falling,

Into my ear whispered the sky.

I looked into my heart,

His ships of promises were aground

And his sails were torn apart .

I bowed  my head.

Love is more than that,

Said  the blue ocean,

It’s seaman’s love

for the Northern star

that has always taken him home.

It’s shepherd ‘s love

for his gentle lamb

that his fear of wolf

turned  him  into invincible warrior.

Spread your wings

And soar sky-high.

Love has many hands

to catch you when you fall down.

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When he is uneven sea

Be a lulling  ripple

When he becomes an uneven sea.

Shred his armor of sorrow.

Tell the soft breeze to carry his restless  ships

To genie lands and trade them for

Ancient arabian perfumes

To turn his days into a beautiful fairy tale.

Be a shining star

When the sun sets.

Like a fearless shooting star

Break against   his aloof shores

And sprinkle your  light

To tell you his hidden  wishes.

 

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Heartbeats

Dream high !

Lost recipe of happiness

People  around us keep  showering   recipe  of happiness on us , recipes  they tried and worked and they wish with all their heart to work for us  the way they worked for them , to  bring us happiness that  we end up with  a package of happiness . Some recipes  leave  us bewildered ,as we ‘re not sure which one  to choose . Others muddy the serenity and contentment within us as we start  questioning whether  the happiness we live  is true or fake for none of those recipes is compatible with ours .

Happiness  is not a recipe to try ,it can’t be taught either. It’s a unique experience .Sometimes it takes  time   to figure out what makes us happy .Sometimes  we have to endure pain  and loss  to figure out the essence of our happiness .

Some  weave their cloak  of  happiness   from the unconditional love  of a mother , from  helping  people  they barely know, from the mere thought that sharing their  loaf with a homeless keeps hunger at bay ,from  kissing  their  father’s  forehead when asking  forgiveness for raising their   voice rudely or from  seeing others happy even though  they  have a slight share  of their  happiness.

Others  see happiness as a bubble  ; it withers once they have it so they spend their entire life in  the pursuit of things they don’t have and they don’t need .  Happiness is to have what is  in other’s hands as well .

Happiness can wear many masks ;some masks  are  ugly .Other masks  are beautiful and it’s t up to us to choose which one to wear and once choice is defined by   one’s  up bringing, religious belief,  other’s expectations or the way one   feels about themselves .

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Pondering with the heartmind

If you want to…

The sole moon

When your night is starless,don’t blame the lonely  moon. Laugh ,because laughter is contagious, and you will see glowing souls  adorning  the bare sky.

When your flowers fade away,don’t blame the rain. Cry ,and they will wake up, flowers love playing tricks to see how much you love them.

When your heart is broken , don’t blame love.  Gather the pieces and gift them to hope. He will find the right person to seal them.

When you fall down,don’t blame life.From ingratitude of others we learn to be grateful.We appreciate our blessings only when losing them.

When your shoes were torn, don’t blame the rocky road.Walk barefoot and feel  its soft soul.That was nature’s plot to notice her and to be nice to her.

When a friend betrays you,don’t blame honesty. It’s Lord ‘s way to jog your memory.Look back  at your life mirror,you might have betrayed  a friend unknowingly once .

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Pains are like mountains

Human coins

We are like  coins.Capricious life keeps tossing  us mercilessly  but when we fall down, we expect people watching to see both sides of us not only one , not only the ugly side.

Always the beloved beautiful daughter in law or the loving wife  becomes  roots of all evil and must be shunned like a leprous once signed divorce papers. Always ,the dedicated father  turns into a devil’s accomplice once he disinherited his child.What about seeing the other side of the coin, that you have always enjoyed .She might be messy, but sometimes a wife becomes one when she’s torn between family obligation and work.She  is in bad mood .Well a wife can be a nuisance in the neck if you try to twist her genuine self.

Try to polish the side of the coin that your anger and disappointment blinded your eyes to see , that side  on which good qualities  are ingrained ,qualities that you loved once upon a time and your happiness flourished in the land of them.That person is the same ,it’s your interpretation of him  that has changed due to passing circumstances. We do when people do not meet our expectations which is utterly unfair  because we do not live to meet any person’s standards as far as our standards do not hurt others .

His wife was messy but she was  hard-working ;she tried her best .She was  moody but she was understanding and loving .She  never hesitated to admit to her mistake or apologise .Tame yourself  to look at people from both sides  and that will teach you to be fair when judging them .It will even  teach you to never judge them  ,for no one is entitled to be in the position of a judge, only the Lord has the right to because he’s the only one who knows what is in our heart and mind .

Remember by seeing   the two sides of  people  in their fall down and strength ,you learn to put yourself in their shoes to understand why they act that way in that situation towards that person. By doing that  you  find an excuse to them as you, yourself might  act the same way or feel the same way or even go too far .

When people fall down in the abyss of anger, of ingratitude,of selfishness,of lies , or misbehavior ;  don’t shun them or preach them .Rather, give your hand and lift them up. And the best way to Put up with people in their worst parts is you remembering and reminding them about  their best parts they played on the stage of life.

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Your love kept me alive

It’s the love for a childless land that kept a farmer alive.

It’s the love for honor that keeps a wounded soldier alive.

It’s the love for health that keeps the sick alive.

It’s the love for challenge that keeps a mountaineer alive.

It’s the love for hope that keep the unfortunate alive.

Love has many crowns ,but they are all adorned with a precious jewelry  of life.

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invade Your ribs, steal your heart beats and play it in tune with the symphony of love .

That she or he left you behind doesn’t mean you’re not worth his /her love .It doesn’t mean  that she or he is ungrateful either. Beginnings  are like delivering  child ;they’re painful ,but they bear life within them . Breaking up is a beginning.It’s a sea that is replete with  pearls of hope, of life,of love, and of change  .You just have to bend down and gather them to make them a necklace to put around the life and take  that crown of sadness, off her beautiful head. Remember  when you look back at those days , to look at them with grateful heart ,because she or he set you free to taste the happiness that  you deserve, a happiness that you didn’t know with him or her.You wish  sometimes that you can turn the clock back to do things differently to make things work .You wouldn’t wish that if that person is worthless. Deep down you believe  there is good in him or her,and that  giving up on you doesn’t mean she  /he is not . The earth never bears grudge against the earthquake  ,because she knows ,it’s nature’s way to  start a new beginning  the next day. There is no timeless  earthquake , so is sadness.

That  he’s different from you doesn’t mean he’s subordinate to you. Difference is the fount of knowledge, enrichment and enlightenment and beauty. Allah has created legion of different species of flowering plants, animals,fish, and human. Nature taught all creatures to live in peace and harmony for in their differences lies the essence of their survival. But she failed to tame human beings whose differences set their hearts apart ,and torn the map of their souls.You can sow the field of the other ,he can pick the fruits  ,that allured his mind ,or soul or heart ,from yours .I’m the other ,you’re the other ,I can teach you a lot about my world to understand it better ,you can enlighten me about yours too to not trod on some traps that might ruin the bridge of harmony we’re trying to build.Because to understand how the other’s world works is the secret of a strong bond .So ,when the other steps into your territory ,gift him a big basket that is replete with amazing traditions, inspiring folktales ,healing stories, instead of aiming your rifle to his heart.

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gOod morning tender hearts ,goOd morning affectionate souls,

Childish daylight

When the daylight teases you, embrace it , and don’t take  your beautiful eyes away  from him. Spread your arms ,and try to race the sun ,and reward yourself with a tender flower for reaching places she can’t reach. Look up at the sky and trace the migrating moon and if he turns round thank him for lightening  your solitude. Shred your armors of gloom ,and clothe yourself in attire of hope and joy .It’s a new start .It’s a new day. It’s your gift to complete your unfinished painting of life and there  spring is holding in  his hand  bright colors waiting for your commands.So choose a bright color that personates  you , a color of love and hope.

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Marriage the inescapable blessing

“And among His signs is this, that He created for you mates from among yourselves, that you may dwell in peace and tranquility with them, and He has put love and mercy between your (hearts): Verily in that are signs for those who reflect.” (Quran 30:21).

 

“Marriage is an inescapable  evil “I heard this statement by some ,but it’s not , for a true Muslim. It’s a package of blissful gifts. Marriage keeps the hideous evil at bay  including fornication  and other distorted ways to satisfy lust that rot the soul and the body. For example people who fornicate from partner to partner  reap what they sow ,a crop of deadly sexual diseases and  generations of illegitimate children.

Allah created man and woman and commanded them to keep chase till their souls and bodies are united under the wing of marriage.Virginity in Islam is  a token of purity,it’s the gift that mn and woman offer to each other . In Islam ,a fornicator should  marry but a fornicator  not a virgin or a chase person .Allah says:

” The fornicator shall not marry save a fornicatress or an idolatress, and the fornicatress, none shall marry her save a fornicator or an idolater; and all that is forbidden unto the believers.”Surah Al-Nur.

Also The Holy Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him) said: A Muslim man can acquire no benefit after Islam greater than a Muslim wife who makes him happy when he looks at her, obeys him when he commands her, and protects him when he is away from her in herself and in his property.’

 

Marriage combats  deadly sexual diseases,and provides sound pillars for a healthy society and keep the nightmarish future of a clans of illegitimate children away .Besides the spread of  immoral crimes like a brother marrying his sister unknowingly , for one of them was  the output of a gloomy night of  foggy souls driven by lust ,or by wine or by drug.

 

That your marriage collapsed doesn’t mean it’s a barren land.It doesn’t mean that marriage is a house doomed to fall down either .It’s your choice of the  rotten seeds that ate it away to the bone.In Islam, man and woman are advised to choose their marriage  partners . The Prophet Muhammad may peace be upon him  says: “Make a wise selection for your sperm”.He also says: “A wife is chosen for four qualities: her faith, family status, wealth and beauty. Choose the one who is strong in faith”. “If any of you proposes to a woman, he should try to see of her what encourages him to marry her” In another hadith the Prophet is quoted as saying to one of his companions: “Look at her, for that helps to bring you closer together”. It’s very important to choose your partner to ensure the success of marriage psychologically, socially , and sexually.

 

Marriage is that armor that will protect the soul and body of society against corruption ,so try your best to not dim its light by making the right decisions and choosing the right partner.

 

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If you hurt one man you hurt all mankind!

Was it worth it?

Was it worth it to let a  friend in need down ?   If you do, who’s then  going to carry your coffin? Only a friend’s shoulder can bear the weight of your cold bones.

Was it worth it to scream at your old mother ? If you do, how  then are you going to pay her lost whispers  to sooth  your  young frail soul  back? Only your tender voice can empower her weakness.

Was it worth it to unveil a woman or a man’s sins ?  If you do, how then do you expect the Almighty to cover yours? Only your prayers for them can dim the darkness of sin in you.

Was it worth it to argue with your neighbor on worldly possessions? If you do then who’s going to dig your grave? Only a neighbor and a father and a son weep when entrusting the earth with you .

Was it worth it to tak life from people ? If you do ,then who’s going to share with you winter ? Only human beings can dance under  the rain.

Was it worth it to fight for worldly possessions that we will leave behind us when we die and take none ?  Was it worth it to spend all our lifetime drowned  in hatred because of tiny differences that  Allah has created to keep monotony and brooding clouds away from our life and grow seeds of compassion in our souls?

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Just like the river will find the sea

Praise our Mohammad a loooot today ,it’s Thursday =)

Have a lovely day Muslims ,it’s a new day ,another page of blessings =)

Remember that…

I want to be with you

 

 

I love you so

Guide me all the way

 

 

Devil’s bait

Soul is a holy pearl and body is its earthly home. Deep , mischievous waves  were striving  to fling it  on the land of sins but they broke against the sound rocks of a believing heart  till  the guileful evil sewed  for them  disguise costumes  to make the  body yield to its desires and temptation and  it can  steal that pearl of its whiteness  purity and chastity .  Those  costumes are  drinking, lying ,stealing, adultery, but the ugliest one  of them  is masturbation.

It angers the Almighty

Masturbation is evil ‘s bait to entrap a Muslim in committing sins and  strips him  of his cloak of chastity and virtue and  clothe him in corruption and  vice .Chastity  does not  only entail  you keeping  fornication, adultery  sodomy at bay. But it also entails you keeping from the distorted way to satisfy lust; masturbation .The latter rots   the soul and the body and angers the Almighty who commands us to “and those who do not find the means to marry should remain chaste until Allah gives them resources by his grace. Al Muminoon : verse 32.” In that The one who masturbates will be among the seven persons whom Allah will not look at them on the day of judgment ,nor will he include them amongst the learned and Allah will enter them into the hell .They will enter the hell first except those who repent. As for those who repent Allah will accept their repentance .Those 7 persons are :

1-A person who masturbates

2-A  person who performs the act of sodomy.

3-The person upon who the act of sodomy is performed.

4-A perpetual drunkard .

5-The person who hits his parents so much so that they appeal for help .

6-The person who harms his neighbors so much that they curse him.

7-The person who commits adultery with his neighbor’s wife. ( Ibn Katheer . Vol 5 . pg 458)

A journey to the cemetery  of diseases .

An unending journey with diseases

Masturbation is a fleeting  pleasure  that will  chain your body to perpetual  diseases. Medical science have proven that masturbation :

–          enfeebles sexual organ in that it creates looseness in it.

–          creates seminal (spermatic) inflammation in the testicle which causes quick ejaculation of sperm.

–          weakens the very delicate veins and fine nerves and veins of the sexual organs resulting in sexual impotency.

–          causes an excessive loss of sperm  by way of nocturnal emission .( wet dreams)

–           causes an excessive loss of blood as it takes 80 drops of blood to produce one drop of sperm.

–          weakens the eye-sight and reduces its normal limit of vision.

–          – weakens cerebral of glands of the brain which in turn enfeebles the power of perception and reason .

–          weakens memory as well.

To masturbate is growing  a seed of a  tree the fruit of which  are rotten and  you will be  the only  to taste those sickly fruits ,that’s you  have to uproot it if you sprinkled some in your sacred body .

                                   Repentance

When committing sins or transgressing Allah’s laws ,the human feels ashamed and down hearted. When sinned , fall on your  knees and  plead  for his forgiveness . Deep down, we know that we have   a merciful  creator who is there  who ,when we sin ,keeps praying and his angels  for us to go back to him ,to repent and ask forgiveness .Allah loves those who repent because it shows that they know there is a creator   to whom we resort  when  our souls  troubled,a creator  from whom we  ask forgiveness when transgressing his  laws, laws that   he set for our welfare and well-being. When Allah forbids something , we know deep down that he does that  because it bears seeds of corruption,  and sickness in it.

Prophet Muhammad may peace be upon him said:”The person who  repents from sins is the    beloved of Allah and he become like the those who have not committed sins.”( Ibn Majah)

Repentance ‘s seeds are

–          To feel ashamed

–          To discard the sin committed and to resolve on abstaining from it in the future.

–                             Du’aa

–          Prophet Muhammad may peace be upon him said:” Verily ,your Lord is modest and kind .When a slave lifts both hands towards Allah then he (Allah ) feels shy to return them to him empty-handed and disappointed.” ( Abu Dawood,Tirmidhi)

                           Fasting

Hurairah Radia Allah Anhu  said :” For everything  there is a purifier and the purifier of the body is fasting.”

Fasting is the best technique to discipline the self and   dims  its desires as fasting increases the fear of Allah. Regardless to the summer heat  we, Muslims keep fasting waiting to hear azan ;Allah’s  call for breaking our .We do that  not for him Allah not to please anyone else .It  reported  from Abdullah bin Amr radi allah anhu that prophet Muhammad may peace be upon him said:” fasting and Quran will intercede for a servant .Fasting will say :” O my RabbnI prevented him from  food and desire during the day so accept my intercession on his behalf.The Quran will say :” I prevented him from sleeping during the night so accept my intercession on his behalf.” Hence the intercession from both will be accepted . ( Mishkat pg 173).

                       Lower gaze

Allah says :” Say O Nabi to the believing men that they should lower their gaze and protect their private parts.This is more pure for them .Indeed Allah is well-aware of what they do.”

                   Sleep wrapped with purity

To sleep on their right-hand sides  and recite Quran till sleep overpowers you. Death you will be pure  .

                 Allah can see what you’re doing

Allah is acquainted with what we do .He  IS all-knowing omniscient .He’s the king and king  of kings should be respected and revered.Not t o mention his anger  seeing you doing things he forbid .  Ibn Jauzi said:”By the oath of Allah ,a person’s thirst to commit a sin will only be quenched when despite having the ardent desire and capability to do it ,realizes that Allah Talla  is looking at him feels ashamed and consequently discards the sin.”

                                                                                          Punishment of Masturbation

Hadhrat Anas narrates that Rasulullah (Sallallaahu Alayhi Wasallam) said,’The person who performs Nikah with his hands (i.e. maturbates) is cursed. (Tafseer Mazhari vo.12 p.94)

Saeed bin Jubayr narrates that Rasulullah (Sallaahu Alayhi Wasallam) said, Allah Taala will inflict a punishment on a group of people because they played with their private parts.’

Ataa (RA) says, ‘Some people will be resurrected in such a condition that their hands will be pregnant, I think they are those who masturbate.’

A muslim’s sign is childlike eyes and a  body that is as pure as dewdrop,so do not tarnish them with passing evil thoughts.

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Waiting for the call

It’s Friday Muslims =) don’t forget to kiss your parents’ hands

Have a beautiful night ,beautiful world

Jasmine Perfume

I gave  my moody scripts to the waves,

She told me the sea loved every part she played.

I told her that you are as mysterious as her sea

“But he is  not as patient as him” ,she said.

I hope you will love me more,now  without them .

I also taught my heart to keep a diary

your heart didn’t love his   love poems

But  that gave me a chest pain ;

his poems had got fierce lately.

I don’t walk  on my toes anymore

Only foolish woman did  that ,you told me .

I wanted to get taller  so that  I could  kiss your forehead.

My childhood mirror didn’t recognize me this morning .

She was looking everywhere for my  face.

And my jasmine  perfume didn’t tune with my  straight locks either .

He misses my wild curls.

I  wonder  if your heart knows his way

because  my soul moved home .

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Sorry for taking you for granted

Thank you ,you brought me home

He’s always in my heart

Why do we keep hurting each other?

A jar of broken promises

I hunted all broken promises

and hid them  in a jar made of tender earth’s smiles .

then  I set them in the sunshine

to grasp its warmth.

I sprinkled them under the generous rain to grow

and bloom.

I traded my sweet memories for the  colours of a butterfly’s wings

to paint them with hope and love.

Then I entrusted them with the wind

to  whisper them  into the ear of  people

seeking for a wish in the pocket of life.

A wish to seal  the wounded walls of their cracked souls.

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All prophets prayed like muslims, Jesus too.

 

May peace be upon you our beloved Mohammad

 

 

Because you are…

Matchless purity

Don’t forget to….

Have a lovely time at work =)

The gift of life

Be a grateful person even to you cat that makes you smile =)

GoOd moOorning world =)

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Don’t forget to kiss your mother ‘s forehead too =)

Yep ,life is crazy but always keep positive =)

Without Allah,I’m nothing

 

GoOd morning hope,love,and peace =)

 

What is happiness?

“Happiness consists not in having much, but in being content with little.”

A promise of new life

“The sphere of rebirth is a gift to us. It is a promise of new life tomorrow. No matter our beliefs, the rhythm of nature is alive and well in both the physical world and in the spiritual realm. We should recognize and smile at them as they surely smile upon us.”

by knowthesphere

 

Dear my father

I kiss your chapped hands that smoothed the  path  of uneven  life.

I hide your blessing prayers between my  ribs

to make me glow within like a firefly when lost in a dark night.

Your  teach me

to honor man .

From your courage,

I Learned that   a man

is a token of strength.

from your gentle fears,

I learnt that a man

is a fount of   love.

I  bow in respect to you, father.

And I  kneel down on my knees

to thank Allah for blessing me

with such a priceless gift

the gift of being a daughter

of an  amazing father.

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alone

Free

Every day in the life of a true muslim is Eid =)

What you hate

I love you …

The Boundary الخط الفاصل

“هناك اشياء معروفة و اشياء مجهولة و بينهما ابواب الادراك”    Aldous Huxley

لدينا العديد من الحدود في الحياة وهي تحيط  بنا حتى و لم نكن نعي وجودها.يمكن للحدود ان تكون جسدية او عقلية  او روحانية او ثقافية .علينا ان نحرص على تبين  و احترام هذه االحدود  كما عليناايضا ان نعرف  ان عالم الحدود يمكن فهمه و عبوره  اذا ما تناغم مع القلب .كلنا عرفنا ذلك المتحدث الذي يدنو منك  كثيرا عند التحدث  في وقت من الاوقات. لهؤلاء الاشخاص ادراكا ضئيلا لحيزنا الشخصي  فنجد انفسنا  نتقهقر لنجد مساحة و لنعود الى منطقة الراحة الخاصة بنا. يخنلف فهم كل شخص للحيز الشخصي كثيرا . لايمانع البعض من الاقتراب الزائد عند الحديث في حين يخجل البعض من ذلك وهذه هي الحدود الجسدية للناس . في العديد من البلدان بالتحديد الشرق الاوسط والشرق الادنى و الشرق الاقصى تعد رؤية الرجال الذين  يمشون في الطريق و هم  ممسكون بايادي بعضهم مشهداعاديا.ولكن يمكن ان ينظر اليه كدليل على المثلية  الجنسية في المجتمعات الغربية في  حين انه في الحقيقة  ليس الا  مظهرا من الصداقة و الوفاء .هذا حد ثقافي لا يفهمه معظم  الغرباء . نحن مقيدون بفهمنا للمفاهيم الاجنبية في اللغة . فعبارة واحدة ملفوظة او مكتوبة  باللغة الانقليزية  يمكن ان تؤدي الى معنىا مختلفا كليا في كثير من اللغات الاخرى و حتى انها لا يمكن ان تكون مفهومة. فقد ياخذ البعض مديحا بسيطا في لغة ما على انه اساءة في لغة اخرى. علينا ان نخطو برفق في عالم الحدود لكي لا نسيئ للبعض. كما نختلف في  تفسيرنا للدين و الفلسفة فيمكن ان يكون الكلام عن معتقدنا اساءة لشخص في حين يكون منيرا للبصيرة لاخر. و يعتمد ذلك على المعتقد و تجربة الشخص الفريدة . توجد عوالم الحدود العقلية و الروحانية جنبا الى جنب الا انها تعبر من قبل القليلين في حين يقف الاخرون  على الحافة. امش بلطف على امتداد  حدود الوجود فهي قد وجدت لتميز و تحترم .كما وجدت ايضا لكي تكسر بادراك قداستها. يمكن ان نقوم بذلك بقلب العقل .علينا ان نشهد انها هناك و انه يمكن عبور هذه الحدود بسلام  من خلاال الاحترام  و الشفقة     . المصدر عالم المعرفة  

“There are things known and things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.” ~Aldous Huxley

In life, we have many boundaries. These are all around us even though we may not be aware of them. Boundaries can be physical, mental, spiritual and cultural. We must take care to recognize and respect these boundaries, and we must also know that the sphere of boundaries can be crossed and understood if one attunes the heart.

We all have known a “close talker” at one time or another. These individuals have little sense of one’s personal space. We find ourselves backing up to get room; to get back into our comfort zone. Everyone’s sense of personal space varies considerably. Some don’t mind the close talk, while others shy away from it. These are human’s physical boundaries.

In many countries, particularly in the middle, near and far east, it is a common sight to see men walking down the street holding hands. In western society, this can be taken as a sign of homosexuality, but it is in fact, nothing more than a show of friendship and loyalty. This is a cultural boundary that most outsiders do not understand.

In language, we are limited by our understanding of foreign concepts. One phrase spoken or written in English can impart an entirely different meaning in many other languages, or it may not even be comprehendible. Some can take a simple complement in one language to be an insult in another. We must tread lightly within the sphere of boundaries as to not offend others.

We all interpret religion and philosophy differently as well. A statement about one’s faith can be taken very offensively for one person, while another may see it as insightful. This all depends on the faith and the person’s unique experience. The mental and spiritual boundary spheres exist in tandem. They can be crossed by some, whereas others stand on the margin.

Walk softly along the boundaries of existence. These exist to be recognized and respected. These can also be broken by realizing the sacredness of them. We can do this with the heartmind. We must witness that they are there, and that through respect and compassion, boundaries can be crossed peacefully.

Writer: http://knowthesphere.wordpress.com/

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صباح الخير يا مسلمين =)

I asked…

Good night lovely world =)

If you want to make a girl ‘s heart your eternal home

Tell her she  has beautiful soul

Give her tender forehead kisses

And send her goOd night messages

Daisy flowers are sleeping

Butterflies are dreaming

The moon is wispering to naughty stars  “shshhhhhhh”.

It’s time to sleep .         

Close your eyes and sweet dreams

It’s time to sleep .

Close your eyes and sweet dreams.

 

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I’m in love

I’m in love with the wind  that never gets tired of  carrying  my paper  boats .

I’m in love with the moon that sprinkles light in dark paths.

I’m in love with the rain that plays for me music of life when  I feel down.

I’m in love with wild butterflies .They’re angels in disguise.

I’m in love with rainbow that draws  hope everywhere.

I’m in love with my diary that keeps my secrets.

I’m in love in love that makes our tears more precious than diamonds.

Written by arabian roses.

Good night dear world =)

Your smiling is your charity

Prophet Muhammad “Your smiling in your brother’s face is charity; and your exhorting man to virtuous deeds is charity; and your prohibiting the forbidden is charity; and your showing men the road, in the land in which they lose it, is charity; and your assisting the blind is charity.”

Smile world =)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)

Good love morning world =)

وأنت تعدّ فطورك

وأنت تعدّ فطورك

 

‎لا تنس قوت الحمام

وأنت تخوض حروبك فكّر بغيرك

‎لا تنس من يطلبون السلام‎

وأنت تسدّد فاتورة الماء، فكّر بغيرك

‎من يرضعون الغمام

وانت تعود إلى البيت ، بيتك ، فكّر بغيرك

‎لا تنس شعب الخيام

وأنت تنام و تحصي الكواكب ، فكّر بغيرك

‎ثمّة من لم يجد حيّزاً للمنام

وأنت تحرّر نفسك بالاستعارات، فكّر

بغيرك ‏

‎من فقدوا حقّهم في الكلام

وأنت تفكّر بالآخرين البعيدين ، فكّر

بنفسك

‎قل: ليتني شمعةٌ في الظلامْ

محمود درويش

Sweet dreams world =)

Muster your courage and tell the world you’re in love, because once you sing that song you will hear it everywhere, the world is just waiting for someone to beat the drum for the song of love.

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Make a choice

I love cats too

Cats ans islam

The Prophet Muhammad (s) was tender and kind towards cats. He appreciated cats. Muhammad’s (s) favorite cat was called Muezza. There is a well known story regarding the Prophet Muhammad (s) and Muezza.

When the call to prayers was heard, Muezza was asleep on one of the sleeves of the Prophet’s (s) robes. The Prophet (s) wanted to wear the robe to go to prayers. Rather than disturb Muezza, Muhammad (s) cut off the sleeve to leave Muezza in peace. Prophet (s) then stroked the cat three times, which, it is said, granted Muezza seven lives and the ability to land on his feet at all times (as you might know, cats have a self-righting mechanism,a righting reflex, which is a complex series of movements when a cat falls and which protects the cat from breaking her back).

Prophet (s) was so attached to his cat that when he gave sermons he let Muezza rest on his lap and he also drank from water previously drunk by his cat. He also did his ablutions from the same water that was drunk by a cat. He seemed to treat his cat in the same way as cat lovers do today but even cat lovers might think twice about drinking the same water that had been drunk by a cat for fear of transmission of disease from the cat’s saliva (but see below).

Islam teaches Muslims to treat cats well and that the cat is a creature to be cherished and loved. Mistreating a cat is regarded as a severe sin in Islam.

SOURCE: http://muslimmedianetwork.com/mmn/

Lovely night lovely souls =)

Daisy flowers are sleeping

Butterflies are dreaming

The moon is wispering to naughty stars  “shshhhhhhh”.

It’s time to sleep .

Close your eyes and sweet dreams

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Conquer their souls then teach them

I have been teaching for six years now, and they  are the most enchanting moments in my  life.

As  reaching stars, teaching takes hard work, persistence, imagination and good luck to touch the souls and minds of students.

I believe that you have to touch their soul so that they give in their minds . Be a teacher in disguise.You can wear a hat  of  a friend ,or an elder brother or  sister . Students  are not a backet to fill in . You’re not a walking encyclopedia either .They are unfinished paintings and you have to be careful when picking  your colored pencils for fear  you end up with a hideous  living  painting.

 

 

Here are some of  the tips that  may help you to maintain a goOd relationship with your students:

 

a- Fair play .

 

At your first meeting with your students,make a pact with them ,in other words tell them the things that you do not love to happen in your classroom,and make sure to tell them  the reasons. At the age of 15 and 16 , students hate taking orders ,they’re rebellious  and they will break them to prove they are independent.That’s why when putting your rules you must tell them they do exist  for their benefits.   Then show readiness to listen to the things that they do not  love you  doing them ,things that will create a tense atmosphere that might cripple learning process  . I do that every year ,at every first meeting with my new students .It’s an opportunity to show them you do care and you want their best and them doing their best .

 

Among the things that  most students hate are:

*Verbal abuse

*Teachers who doe not return their greeting.

*Teachers  who punish them for the slightest mistake they do.

*teachers  who humiliate them when asking  them to explain things again.

                             

b- Learn your students ‘ names

 

Never ever use  that cold anonymous “you “when calling your student .Use his/her name instead .Our names are part of us .They are our identity.They are what set us apart from another person .  Not remembering his /her name means he /she is not worthy  your attention . I hate it when my close friend mispells my name ,and that ‘s what a teacher should be ;a close friend who never forgets his/her students names.Some students have so beautiful names,let them  know that too.

 

c-Do apologize

                                                   

It is hard to say  I am sorry sometimes ,because  teachers do not tolerate mistakes,we love perfection. But Asking forgiveness when you messed it  up will teach  your  students  a good lesson that even if you have the upper hand you must apologize and take consequences of your actions.”No one is perfect in this imperefect world”, and they will enlighten your day with an amazing smile.

 

d- Wish them happy birthday                

 If attending your  class coincides with one of your student’ s birthday,wish him/her happy birthday.One sentence of love , one  minute  of your time might make a difference in the life of a person.Birth day wishes is our way to show our gratitude for a person for  being  in our  life.

 

 

e- Say thank you

 

 When your class is over,thank  your students  .They will thank you in return with a big smile in  their eyes.Thanking them means you enjoyed being with them and teaching them .They would love that. 

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Happy reading 🙂

 

With the heart …

If only people could look upon others with the heart, perhaps then they’ll see that God is love.

By Jeremiah (author of knowthesphere)

 

Sleep tight lovely world =)

Music box

I took my colored pencils to draw you but their colors melted away under the warmth of your heart.

When a treasure chest for your love poems I made the sea , his heavenly waves shunned him.

I hunt  all bird songs to make for you a music box  but their songs were tuneless  being bewitched with the charm of your voice.

Rainbow was praying for rain to rekindle his fading colors.

The seven seas  wolfed my love letter in bottle I wrote you  to soothe  the envious waves.

Jealous  sea can wash away your name from his sandy forehead.

From your drawings, rainbow can steal colors.

But the warm hymn you whisper to  world’s heart  is invincible , because it’s a hymn of a man of honor.

Written by arabian roses

Good people will…

I will gladly write for you special poems to your beloved ones…for $ happy face =)

I will write for you poems to your mother,your father ,your sister ,your bother,your grand parents, or your teacher .I want to do that because people feel so happy when they receive as a gift a poem that is specially written for them.

A true muslim is a token of purity; body and soul.

Western Media has never been a great fan of  Muslims, always twisting truth,and improvising  bed time stories , far-fetched ones in which , it’s the Muslim who has always  to wear the hat of  the evil in all its shapes  ; that of   killer,that of  rapist,  that of terrorist,and that of  illiterate .

 

Another story  that breaks my heart is whenever the picture of a muslim is evoked  in a movie ,it’s always  painted in dark colours.He is dirty,filthy.He  appears in shabby clothes and unwashed hair as if he was just digged out of oblivion .

 

             *A true muslim is a token of purity; body and soul

 

The other day, while flipping through internet pages ,my eyes fell on a catchy  comment stating that  a Muslim doesn’t know anything about his body. I smiled at the silliness of the speaker .If so, where do all these Muslim populations come from,may be Saint clause factory toy?!

I want to tell anyone who has even the slightest belief that muslims don’t know their bodies ,that they’re  mistaken.We do know our body ,every inch of it,and the function of each piece of it.We appreciate it and tend it like a flower and  Allah and his prophet Mohammed peace upon him  , teach  us a lot on that and warn us against abusing it.This  explains why taking care of personal hygiene is one of the pillars of a muslim’s faith.

A muslim  must Clean his   dress ,his  home  and his  body is number one priority.

The rituals of body purity  ranges from cleaning his teeth ,nostrils,trimming of nails and removing armpit and pubic hair

When  a Muslim woman has her period ,making love  is prohibited,  because sex during menstruation results in severe illnesses .

A woman is also exempted from fasting , prayingand reciting Quoran.Cleanliness is a must after making love,and a  muslim is considered to be diry till he/ she cleans her body.

 

Another facet of knowing our body is that we respect its needs and fabric and there are lot about that in Quoran ,we clean our body 5 times a day  and this is known as woduh, it’s muslim daily rituals of cleaning his body before starting prayer.

                                                          

 A muslim starts  with saying :”in the name of allah the mecyfull the faithfull”

-1: wash your hands to the wrist x3.

-2:Wash your mouth x3.

-3:Wash your nose x3.

-4: Wash your face x3.

-5:Wash your arms to the funny bone x3.

-6:wipe your hair with a lil bit of water.

7:wash your ears from inside and outside x3.

8:your feet x3 then you ready to start prayer.

 

  Taking care of our body is very important in our life as muslims and hurting it is a sin;it’s a gift from Allah and we have to treasure it.

Written by arabian roses

Happy reading 🙂

 

A gift to all muslim ,Christian mothers ,to all mothers wherever they are ,whoever they are.

 

 

Allah ,the greatest

Don’t forget to tell your friend he’s /she’s the most beautiful god-given gift

 

Story of a raven written by dev!l

I slowly lifted myself from the sack of hay. It was morning and as I looked around nothing seemed familiar, everything was vague. Where am I? What am I doing here? What happened to my army? Questions popped into my head all of a sudden after seeing nothing but lush green fields all around me completely surrounded by mountains. The last thing I remembered was the scene of me fighting an enemy soldier when my foot slipped and I fell into the river. I took another glance at my surroundings. It was for the first time that I was looking at nature so closely and leisurely. After such a long time I felt the wind blow against my skin. The fields looked so peaceful, the trees bore fruits.

“Hello stranger, finally you woke up.” I looked around and saw a man standing behind me, it was also for the first time in my life that someone had came up behind me without me noticing.

My addresser was a simple village peasant but his face showed no signs of worries or sadness. He seemed happy. “Hi” I finally muttered, staring at him.

“I found you unconscious by the bank of the river so I brought you here and dressed your wounds. By your suit you seem like an army man to me.” He said to me cheerfully.

“Oh yea, I am. I am a Raven in his majestic army” I replied and expected the villager to back away in fear, it was a common response to our battalion for we were the most brutal and skilled warriors in all the land. Children from all over the kingdom were selected at their birth by mages and then trained in only one art, “The art to kill” but the villager just smiled back and said, “Well you are not far from your camp, you can take the road to the north east and you will reach it in half a day. You are most welcome to stay with us if you want till you regain your health and will to fight again.”

I was baffled by this simpleton; did he not know who he was talking to? Did he not know that I was an assassin? That the only purpose of my life was to serve the king? That my only emotion was hatred? His generosity impressed me. It was the first time that someone had not been scared of me and was still talking to me for more then 5 minutes. I slowly stretched my lips and gave him what of a smile I could manage. “Thank you, stranger.”

“For?”

“For saving me and being kind to me.” I replied and stared into his love filled eyes.

“It’s called humanity, I am sure you would have done the same for me.” He smiled back at me.

I just shook my head while taking another glance at the peaceful land around me. The panorama was magnificent. The cattle grazed and the farmers worked as if they didn’t care what was happening all around them. All they cared for was their farms, they were not afraid neither of a cold blooded assassin like me nor of the war happening a few hundred meters from them. “Are you not afraid?” I finally asked the question which confused me.

“Of?” he said as he gave a bottle of water to me.

“Of me, of the war, of your future.” I took a small sip from the bottle and handed it back to the farmer.

“Death will come when it has to, you are only a human. So am I. I only fear the one who created you, who created all of this beautiful and bountiful land. I only fear God. And even if you kill me right now I would gladly accept my death for I know that God will give me paradise as He promised me.”

I don’t know why but his words had an effect on me. Small drops of water came to my eyes. I touched my eye with my index finger and collected some of them on my finger. I was staring at them in amazement when he spoke again.

“You don’t believe in God, do you?”

“No, I was taught only to kill, hate and obey. I am in shorter words the perfect assassin and the perfect soldier. I only live to kill; it’s too late to believe in him now.” I spoke as tears wet my face.

“It’s never too late; if you regret what you have done then surely He will forgive you.”

“But I have killed the innocent, I have never prayed.”

“So what? You protect the innocents too and He is the most merciful.”

I just smiled at him again. Mercy, another word, whose meaning always eluded me. He somehow sensed my dilemma and slowly spoke again. “It’s a long walk to your camp, Raven. You will have ample time to think about what I have said.”

I nodded and slowly started walking in the direction he showed to me. He was right in that walk I did think a lot and finally came to a conclusion. Unfortunately, just as I reached the camp the enemy ambushed the camp. And as I fought for my and the life of my comrades I kept thinking of ways to redeem myself of all the innocent blood I have shed. Of all the tears I have given to people. Just as I raised my sword to kill another one who was trying to enslave my people an arrow came and pierced my arm. My opponent snatched the sword from my hand and slit my throat. Everything became black. Far away at a distance I saw a light, a man was standing there. “Come into the light, son.” He spoke in a soft loving voice. It was the second time someone spoke so lovingly to me. I slowly made my way towards the light. As I got nearer to the light a beautiful place started to dawn itself on me. It was more beautiful then anything I have ever seen, “What a beautiful sight” I exclaimed. I wished I could stay in that moment forever. And somehow, somewhere, someone heard me and granted me that wish.

“Welcome to your new home, son. Your sorrow was enough to grant you an eternal place in paradise. Enjoy and be merry.” A voice spoke to me. I just let out a smile and felt the cool, calming and happy breeze blow my hair.

 

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You say

in the end

A mooody post

Lyrics

Tomorrow comes another day; happy with us, to give us joy.
Plant life with expectations, love and hope wherever we go.
Tomorrow, days will bring us together in goodness and peace.
Oh, World! Together, together , together we’ll colour the universe with our songs.
Who says we can’t change the face of the world today?
What do you say we erase darkness with the colours of the morning.
Believe! At all the crossroads, the roads will smile for us;
And no one, no one, will pass like a cloud in this life.
Whenever a morning gifts us with a rose, sun and a song;
Whenever an eagle finds us at the tops of mountains;
Dreams talking to us, a laughter calling for us.
Oh, World! Together, together, together we’ll change the universe with our wishes.
Who says we can’t be the weapon for Conscience?
To protect the lair of freedom, and guard its door?
Believe! At all the crossroads, the roads will smile for us;
And no one, no one, will pass like a cloud in this life.

Who says we can’t change the face of the world today?
What do you say we erase darkness with the colours of the morning.
Believe! At all the crossroads, the roads will smile for us;
And no one, no one, will pass like a cloud in this life
Ref. We are the voice of goodness; we are the sun of the days.
We are a new day; we are a banner for peace.
We are the flute of love and the soul of music.
We are a thousand and one nights from the East of dreams.
Tomorrow, the wings of love await us.
Tomorrow will be better with us together.
Open the doors for light, the night of sorrow will fade.
Ref. We are the voice of goodness; we are the sun of the days.
We are a new day; we are a banner for peace.
We are the flute of love and the soul of music.
We are a thousand and one nights from the East of dreams.
Ref. We are the voice of goodness; we are the sun of the days.
We are a new day; we are a banner for peace.
We are the flute of love and the soul of music.

We are a thousand and one nights from the East of dreams.
Tomorrow, the wings of love await us.
Tomorrow will be better with us together.
Open the doors for light, the night of sorrow will fade.

저 달빛 아래 너와 나　　이토록 가까운데
在那明月下 我和你 隔离是多麼近
Under that bright moon, you and I, are separated by so little
손에 닿을 듯 　눈에 보일 듯 　더 아련한데
像要接触到你时 你的目光回转 那朦胧的回忆
When I almost touch you, your gaze turns towards that hazy memory
나 얼마나 더 살아야　　 널 다시 불러볼까
如能活下去 可以不可以再次呼唤你
If I live on, can I call on you again?
목이 메일 듯 　숨이 멎을 듯　 널 불러본다
难以发出声音 呼吸快要停止 尝试去呼唤你
It’s hard to make a sound, my breathing will stop, I continue trying to call to you

널 안고 바람이 불어온다　　 내 마음 씻어간다
你像被风抱拥般来 心像暮色般消失
It’s as if the wind has carried you here, fleeting like the twilight
어린 날에 꾸었던 소녀의 꿈처럼 따듯한

像年幼时梦见 像少女的梦似的 温暖的风
Like a dream of childhood, like a young girl’s dream, this warm wind
널 안고 달려간다　 하늘 끝까지 간다
你自信的挺胸昂首的走到世界尽头
Confidently, you lift your head to walk to the ends of the world.

이미 지나가버린 어린 날 꿈처럼 아득한
像已过去 年幼的梦一般 相隔在远方
It’s already passed by, this youthful dream, and we are far from one another
또 기다림이 머물러 　기나긴 밤을 새워
那不再等待的决心 使你彻夜不眠
The decision to stop waiting, keeps you awake at nights
너를 그리다　 너를 그리다 　또 짙은 어둠

In the dark of night, you continue to paint

널 안고 바람이 불어온다　 내 마음 씻어간다
你像被风抱拥般来 心像暮色般消失
It’s as if the wind has carried you here, fleeting like the twilight
어린 날에 꾸었던 소녀의 꿈처럼　따듯한
像年幼时梦见 像少女的梦似的 温暖的风
Like a dream of childhood, like a young girl’s dream, this warm wind
널 안고 달려간다 　하늘 끝까지 간다
你自信的挺胸昂首的走到世界尽头
Confidently, you lift your head to walk to the ends of the world

이미 지나가버린 어린 날 꿈처럼 아득한

像已过去 年幼的梦一般 相隔在远方
It’s already passed by, this youthful dream, and we are far from one another
언제나 처럼 또 올 것처럼 넌 그렇게 살다가
像往常一样的 探访你像风那样的生活
Life goes on as usual, seeking for you when you live like the wind
내 맘처럼 　저 바람처럼
我的心 像那个风似的
My heart, is like that wind

넌 그대로 와　　 난 너에게 가　　 너를 안아
你身边只有我 我身边只有你 想以这个方法来拥抱
I am the only one at your side, you are the only one at mine, I wanted to use this to embrace you
바람이 불어온다 내 마음 씻어간다

心像风吹过那样被不留痕地冲洗
My heart is being gently cleansed by the passing wind
푸른 언덕 위에서 세상을 비추는 빛으로
你在那个蓝色的山上 发出照亮世界的光
On that blue mountain, you shine to illuminate the world
널 안고 달려간다 　하늘 끝까지 간다
你自信的挺胸昂首的走到世界尽头
Confidently, you lift your head to walk to the ends of the world

깊은 어둠 속에서 내 맘을 비추는 소리로
在深夜中 照亮我的心斐
In the dark night, shine on my fluttering heart
나　나라라라 　나나　라라라
나나　라라라　　나　라라라 　나나나
Na nararara… etc, you get the point.

달파란 하늘 아래 　네 이름 불러본다
在晈洁的明月下 呼唤你的名字

Under the limpid moonlight, I call out your name
어딜가나 주었던 그 따뜻함으로 가득한
不论走到哪里 都感到风中充满对你的思念
Wherever you go, remember to feel the wind’s longing.

source( seveness)

happy reading 🙂

“Mohamed ” a poem by Mahmoud Darwish

 

Mahmoud Darwish (Arabic: محمود درويش‎) (13 March 1941 – 9 August 2008) was a Palestinian poet and author who won numerous awards for his literary output and was regarded as the Palestinian national poet.In his work, Palestine became a metaphor for the loss of Eden, birth and resurrection, and the anguish of dispossession and exile.

         

 

            Mohamed,
nestles in the bosom of his father, a bird afraid
of the infernal sky: father protect me
from the upward flight! My wing is
slight for the wind … and the light is black

Mohamed,
wants to return home, with no
bicycle … or new shirt
yearns for the school bench …
the notebook of grammar and conjugation, take me
to our home, father, to prepare for my lessons
to continue being, little by little …
on the seashore, under the palms …
and nothing further, nothing further

Mohamed,
faces an army, with no stone or shrapnel
of stars, does not notice the wall to write: my freedom
will not die, for he has no freedom yet
to defend. No perspective for the dove of Pablo
Picasso. He continues to be born, continues
to be born in a name bearing him the curse of the name. How
many times will his self give birth to a child
with no home … with no time for childhood?
Where will he dream if the dream would come …
and land is a wound … and a temple?

Mohamed,
sees his inescapable death approaching. But then
remembers, a leopard he has seen on the tv screen,
a fierce one besieging a suckling fawn. When it
came near and smelt the milk, it would not pounce.
As if the milk tames the wild beast.
Hence, I will survive – says the boy –
and weeps: for my life is there hidden
in my mother’s chest. I will survive … and witness

Mohamed,
a destitute angel, within a stone’s throw from
the gun of his cold blooded hunter. For
an hour the camera traces the movements of the boy
who is merging with his shadow:
his face, clear, like dawn
his heart, clear, like an apple
his ten fingers, clear, like candles
the dew clear on his trousers …
His hunter could have reflected
twice, and say: I will spare him till when he spells
his Palestine without mistakes …
I will spare him now subject to my conscience
and kill him the day he rebels!

Mohamed,
an infant Jesus, sleeps and dreams in
the heart of an icon
made of copper
an olive branch
and the soul of a people renewed

Mohamed,
blood beyond the need of the prophets
for what they seek, so ascend
to the Ultimate Tree
Mohamed !

(October 2000)

(*) Translation of 20/11/2000. All rights reserved.

Why do women cry?

Why Do Women Cry
“Why are you crying?”, a young boy asked his Mom.

“Because I’m a woman,” she told him. “I don’t understand,” he said.

His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will, but that’s O.K.”… Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason?”. “All women cry for no reason,” was all his Dad could say… The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God and when God got back to him, he asked “God, why do women cry so easily?”

GOD answered…

When I made woman, I decided she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet, made her arms gentle enough to give comfort…I gave her the inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times will come even from her own children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going and take care of her family and friends, even when everyone else gives up, through sickness and fatigue without complaining…I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances. Even when her child has hurt her badly…

She has the very special power to make a child’s boo-boo feel better and to quell a teenager’s anxieties and fears…I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart…I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

For all of this hard work, I also gave her a tear to shed. It is hers to use whenever needed and it is her only weakness.

When you see her cry, tell her how much you love her, and all she does for everyone, and even though she may still cry, you will have made her heart feel good.

The answer will always be ….

When the sun goes down…

Dog Tale written by dev!l

He was just another stray dog, never knew where he belonged or where he came from. All he ever sought all his life was a home, someone to love him and care for him and he thought he found it in her. She was unlike any human he had ever seen before in his life. He followed her home just because he saw what he wished. At first she like every other girl was delighted with the knowledge of a lost puppy following her home. She took care of him, fed him and gave him somewhat of a shelter in a broken wooden box. But he didn’t mind, he was finally somewhere he belonged. Someone for once wanted him in life.

As time flew by, the new puppy which was a delight slowly started to become a burden. The smile she used to have when she fed him slowly vanished. Clearly she was had started to feel jaded but she was to reluctant to admit it. Their play time soon vanished and was replaced with random practical jokes she played on him but he still didn’t care. For he knew the person who took him in was still in her somewhere. With time her jokes started to get crueler and her attention slowly shifted into her own life.

As time flew by, the new puppy which was a delight slowly started to become a burden. The smile she used to have when she fed him slowly vanished. Clearly she was had started to feel jaded but she was to reluctant to admit it. Their play time soon vanished and was replaced with random practical jokes she played on him but he still didn’t care. For he knew the person who took him in was still in her somewhere. With time her jokes started to get crueler and her attention slowly shifted into her own life.

It had been years since she had actually sat next to him, patted him or hugged him. He still sat in the remains of what seemed to be the ruins of once a wooden box, more shattered than before he still didn’t care. He still wanted to remain by her side and protect her. As he stared at her, his left paw ached again. He stared at the scar of one of her practical jokes and howled in pain as it still hadn’t healed.

“Stupid dog, would you just shut up! Mum was right, should had gotten a parrot or something.”

He put her head under his paws and silently whined. Perhaps it was time for him to search for a new home or just go wandering in the streets like his childhood… He tried getting up but something was pressing him down. It was then he understood that she wasn’t someone he wanted… she had become someone he needed, she had become his obsession and now that obsession had taken over his body. He no longer was the master of his own will.

It was just another sunny day when it happened… He was out on his daily allowed walks when a car ran him over. The pain was unbearable, he knew his time had come but he didn’t want to die just yet. He wanted to see her once before he died. He tried getting up but couldn’t, the world around him slowly grew darker.

“It’s very difficult that he would survive, I would suggest that you make it easy on him and allow us to kill him.”

“Sure, go ahead. I won’t have to clean up the mess would I?”

“No, no… You’re going?”

“Yea, why?”

“Well most owners stay for the final moments…”

“Yea I would like to but I have a job that I have to attend to. I’ll pay the receptionist on the way out, don’t worry doctor.”

He slowly opened his eyes for the last time as he heard her voice but it was too late, she had gone. As the doctor stood over him with an injection of poison, he stared at the door thinking that she might come back… His world slowly grew darker once again, he looked up at his killer and in his eyes he saw something he had missed for years… There was compassion and sympathy in the vet’s eyes. He slowly howled for the last time and closed his eyes forever.

This beautiful piece was written by dev!l

http://albusclosethedoor.wordpress.com/2012/03/11/dog-tale/

Don’t forget to smile !

The best day of yourself

Do it now!

Have a fabulous day lovely bloggers wherever you are =)

Next life …

Even if the sad fate’s shadow covers me

I can’t get rid of myself who loved you

The person whom I feel like I can catch if I close both of my eyes

The person whom I can feel even if I can’t see

The relationship that we established while  alive

Can I have it even after death?

My lingering feeling that loved you

My dreams to start over

I don’t even have heart to feel more pain

In this life ,next life,even if I can meet you………………….

A note too Mr extremist part two

A note to Mr Extremist !

Whenever I feel down,and I need a trustworthy friend to talk to ,a friend who won’t laugh at my funny crying face,a friend who won’t make me feel small for being vulnerable ,hopeless and hapless ;I take my prayer rag ,face the Kaaba ‘above which Allah ‘s throne is located, kneel on my knees and talk to him ;my Allah ,your Allah.

He’s our creator ,he give us life,  sight ,hearing ,taste ,besides priceless gifts.He brought us to life and light .We were born  to savour   all beauty of life, to feel the velvet touch of hope in a flower ,in a tree leaf ,in a rose petal  or in a butterfly caress .He created me ,and he’s  the one ,the only one who has to judge me, to punish me .He ‘s the fountain of all these blessings and I  owe him  ; I don’t owe  you anything.

Islam is a religion of tolerance not oppression.That you wear a veil or grow a beard, doesn’t give you the right to judge people .That doesn’t make of you superior to them or  better than them either. The Messenger of Allah (swt) said, ‘Allah (swt) does not look at your figures nor at your attire but He looks at your Hearts and accomplishments’ [Muslim]

Allah put the rules down in his holy book ,and he clarified the Reward of following them as well as the punishment of breaking them .People do things when they’re convinced to .You can’t force them to do things by power .If you want people follow you  ,try to set a role model for them not by growing a beard or hiding behind a veil  , or by pointing a gun to them .You can win them over  by being a true muslim, and by praying ,for  those who you think are lost, to find their way .Allah asked us to be kind to non-muslim.What if that man or woman was a muslim?  “Allah forbids you not, With regard to those who Fight you not for (your) Faith Nor drive you out Of your homes, From dealing kindly and justly With them: For Allah loveth Those who are just.  (The Noble Quran, 60:8)”

Allah put faith in your heart to enlighten the bridge for those who can’t find theirs to cross it to safety. Yu’re Allah’s light on earth not whip. Do remember that Abdullah b. Amr b. al-’As reported that he heard Allah’s Messenger (may peace be upon him) as saying: Verily, the hearts of all the sons of Adam are between the two fingers out of the fingers of the Compassionate Lord as one heart. He turns that to any (direction) He likes. Then ‘ Messenger (may peace be upon him) said: 0 Allah, the Turner of the hearts, turn our hearts to Thine obedience.

Written bu arabian roses

Give your mind a special treat !

1-If you knew today was your last day on Earth, how would you spend it and why?

2-If you were on death row, what would your last meal be?

3-If you had a snail that could magically grant wishes, what would you name it?

4-What nocturnal animal would you be if you had to choose and why?

5-Why are we asking each other these questions now?

6-Do they have the word “dictionary” in the dictionary?

7-If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like and like so many things we don’t do?

8-What is the one thing you’d most like to change about the world?

9-Would you break the law to save a loved one?

10-If you had to move to a state or country besides the one you currently live in, where would you move and why?

11-How come the things that make you happy don’t make everyone happy?

12-What are you most grateful for?

13-If you were granted three wishes from an angel or genie what would you want?

14-What are the flowers that you believe describe your personality and how?

15-If you were any particular geometric shape what would it be?

16-Do you believe in the afterlife?

17-What is the one thing that you would want your children to learn about life?

18-If you were an activist what would want to protest against?

We can’t shake hands but you can say hi !

 Whenever  you appear online facebook,or msn,and there are  friends on the other side online  ,greet them,because they can see you too .Like gifts ,greeting   brings warmth to a friend’s heart.Greeting  is cheap ,it wouldn’t cost you  a penny ,on the contrary you will gain a lot;your friends’ admiration  and respect.

Even  if you’re in a hurry ,and you just log in to check your emails ,  you can stop what you’re doing  for a  minute and say  “hi” ,and to spare yourself  a long conversation ,use the following expression ‘I just wanted to say hi”,he/she will get the hint.

  

What if  you’re busy talking to a friend , and another one appears  on the stage? Well, don’t say ” Im busy ” because it’ looks like you’re avoiding him /her for one reason or another , that’s why  you ‘d better say” I’ m sorry I’ m taking to a friend , I  can’t talk to you right now ,may be another time or I will be with you in few minutes.Make sure you use the sweetest words to not offend him/her.Most importantly,never make a fool of your friend by telling him/her ” I need to make a phone call  ,be right back,or you have a phone call to take ” then never show up for the whole day while he/she is waiting for godot .

 

It’s virtual,but people in it are flesh and blood and when they come to virtual they carry with them the same feelings ,attitudes perceptions and reactions they have in real life. We feel sad and confused when a friend appeared online but  ignores us or  doesn’t ruturn our greeting ,in the same way we get hurt when  we come cross  a  close  friend in the shopping centre and passes  by without saying hi.I f you don’t feel like talking to someone on your friend list just be fair to him/her and delete him/her .

 

 

I sort of think that GREETING has a vital  part to play in human relationships,and animal as well;ants for example , greet each others when they meet.It’s a gesture of communication.It’s our genuine way to  make our presence known  to each other, and to show attention either through a wide smile,simple kiss,a hand shake or a hug and in virtual we can do all  this thanks to emoticons .

 

power of greeting

-It feels really good to know that although your friends were busy they stopped to say hi.It matters you are there.

 -Muslims all over the world use the Islamic form of greeting, “Assalamu alaikum”, which means peace be to you. Thus, when two Muslims meet who are total strangers to each other, the moment they use this greeting, they immediately feel that they have common grounds, even when they do not speak each other’s languages.

 The rule in Islam is that when we are offered a greeting, we return it with a better one, or with its equal at least. God orders in the Qur’an:

“When a greeting is offered you, answer it with an even better greeting, or (at least) with its like. God keeps count of all things.”
[Surah an-Nur; 4: 86]

Greeting in English

General

1. Hello!
2. How are you?
3. How are you doing?
4. How is everything?
5. How’s everything going?
6. How have you been keeping?
7. I trust that everything is well.

General greetings (Informal)

1. Hi.
2. What’s up?
3. Good to see you.
4. How are things (with you)?
5. How’s it going?
6. How’s life been treating you?

Greeting a person you haven’t seen for a long time (Formal)

1. It has been a long time.
2. It’s been too long.
3. What have you been up to all these years?
4. It’s always a pleasure to see you.
5. How long has it been?
6. I’m so happy to see you again.

Greeting a person you haven’t seen for a long time (Informal)

• How come I never see you?
• It’s been such a long time.

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Beautiful slave

Life is too short

Life is too short to stress yourself with people who don’t even deserve to be an issue in your life .

Anon.

 

The more gentle a man…

The more gentle a man, and the better a man is brought up,the more lowly and courteously he behaved himself ,the more villian ,the more disdainful and fierce.Some times these vices come of dullness and lack of knowledge ,and for this cause ,good learning is called humanity.

If thou salute,and be not saluted back,ascribe it to negligence rather than contempt.If thou be spoken to unmannerly,attribute it to lack of good manners,or to nature,and not to malice or hatred.Be not so light as to be moved with the breath of a man’s mouth.

-from An Introduction to Wisdom,by Juan Luys Vives (1492-1540)

4 reasons why we lOve our mother in law

     Reason 1

         It’s our mother in law who  has given us the most wonderful man or woman to share us our journey of life. Keep in mind whenever she frowns on the use of so much salt in her soup,or  teases the way you knot your tie  ,that she has given you the most precious gift a woman or a man can have;your other half.

 

  Reason 2

Instead of one mother ,you are blesssed with two , and it’s something to be grateful for .Some don’t even know their mother or can’t  find one.Besides most of the time the part that  your  mother  is used to play in your life now  is assigned to your new found  power:your mother in law,a part that she takes with a big heart.

Reason 3

 

 Mother in law is a grand mother too,and grand mothers are the sweetest thing  your children can have,so don’t deny them this blessing because of foundless fears or stupid arguments .No one can tell stories the way grand mothers do.

 

Reason 4

 

Be careful ! through  your  attitudes  towards  your mother in law  ,you’re teaching  your child how to treat his/her mother in law in the future  and mainly elderly people  as children always follow  in their parents’ footsteps.

 

 

 

Notes for man only!

1_Kiss your woman  tenderly at her forehead, she would love the sensation it will leave on her soul .It’s comforting,respectful and endearing kiss .

 

 

 2-Suprise her! women of all sizes and shapes,love surprises besides chocolate,even  if they are  lying on their  death bed.Be in times and places  she  never thought you would be there because she knows you’r a busy man and has more important things to take care of  than helping her with her parents’ silver wedding,or taking  her sick cat to a veterinarian .In your day off,instead of hanging out with friends,dedicate it to her.Go into  the kitchen and cook for her. Seeing her man cooking  is one of the most bewitching view a woman can see,it makes her feel  like a princess.

 

 3- She is from Venus ,you are from Mars, and this makes  her  different to you.She has her own channels of communications, own emotional needs,and even values.,and to fathom her depth ,you have to study her.Keep a  secret diary where you write down every single detail about her  even litte ones ,you know ,little things can make a difference.Ask her close friends or parents about her likes and dislikes.Those notes will come in handy in the future let’s say when you want to give her an unforgettable gift .Besides a diary can save your life if you  don’t have an elephant memory,nothing can  maddens a woman more than forgetting your marriage anniversary .Also , look for books or sites about woman ‘s issues,you can’t read her mind but you can read about her.You will find piles of information to educate yourself on how to boost her self -esteem,dissipate her insecurity and make her love being a woman.

 

Words woman would love to hear

* I’m proud of you*

 

Either she’s a housekeeper or executive manager, a doctor or a baby sitter,tell her you’re proud of her.Woman ‘s worth since the dawn of man,has always been judged by a curvy body and a pretty face, and “I’m proud of you ” shows   that woman  is valued by her mind and achievement too .It’s your acknowledgement that she  is not less  important  than you , and that behind that glittering shell,there is precious pearl ,a thoughtful mind.

 

*you’re the most beautiful thing that has ever happened in my life*

 

 It’s beautiful to wake up in the morning knowing that someone somewhere , is awaiting for you to wake up,because his day rests upon your tender smile or the  sweet words you whisper into his ear .Even when going through rough time ,keep smiling! tell her that she’s your  harbor  .Don’t make her feel  that she’s worthless and that she’s a  nothing but a  burden on your shoulder.

 

 *you’re beautiful*

 

Even Venus, the Goddess of beauty would love to hear this word.Woman is a token of beauty ,that was the way Allah shaped her . She’s the soothing  breeze in a simmering life,and that word  what keeps that spark ignited.

 

 

*I want to grow old with you *

 

 love her in all her seasons, spring and autumn, summer and winter ,even when her beautiful locks and rosy cheeks give in  their fresh colours  to time , give her your hand   to  lean on you when her knees start wobbling,the scent  of roses are refreshing but you can rest under old oaks in sunny days.

 

 

 

 

 

Migrating love

I whisper into   withering  flowers  your name

I make of every passing clouds  a love messenger   to you

I chase moonlight to feel the   touch of your face

When it fells on you 

 

 with migrating sparrows  I send you   my love poems

with rain drops,  I awash away your sorrows

 

Your heart is my home

Your smile is my moon

Seas or deserts set us apart

Love is a  restless nomad.