Musa AS

Born to a mother so humble and so pure
She trusted in Allah when guards came knocking on her door
Demanding from her daughter, for her baby brother born
But she kindly denied a birth and her mother was already gone
Believing in Allah, she put the basket in the river, letting it drift along
The grief she felt in her heart, beating so hard and so strong
The daughter came up, creeping slowly by the bank side
Keeping an eye on her baby brothers basket on the tide
The basket reached the steps of the pharaohs’ back door
His beautiful wife, promised to enter from any Jannah door
Took the basket from the river and held the baby in her arms
Begging her husband to keep this child so tender in her palms
He was afraid; a boy would be born to be

An emperor in the Far East was growing old and knew it was time to choose his successor. Instead of choosing one of his assistants or his children, he decided something different. He called young people in the kingdom together one day. He said, "It is time for me to step down and choose the next emperor. I have decided to choose one of you."

The kids were shocked! But the emperor continued. "I am going to give each one of you a seed today. One very special seed. I want you to plant the seed, water it and come back here after one year from today with what you have grown from this one seed. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next emperor!"

This story is about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco.

"Mum and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favour to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me".

"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."

"There's something you should know," the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mine and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."

"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."

"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."

I wish you all a very happy new year and I hope that this year you fulfill all of your dreams and for some of us to rediscover the strength and faith within ourselves.
To rejoice in simple pleasures and gear up for new challenges.
Today is a new year, with new hopes and aspirations.
New resolutions and promises.

This is a prayer that I am going to pray for you, I don't know any of you, but I'm starting to see you all as my friends now, maybe we can't pray for strangers I don't know. But we can definetly pray for friends! I want to thank you for all your nice and encouraging comments you gave me on my last blog (Custard and Jelly) I don't know how to word duas, but I believe that Allah (SWT) listens to what my heart says and understands.

the closest meaning in english would be "the estates"

that's the type of thing i grew up in, scaled down though.. even though my cuz lived round there and this was second home
"Les 4000"

never seen nowt like this in England. <--that pic just goes to show how this buildings get engraved into our identity, people love them, its kinda part of us.

I've always wondered what if a kid reached out to try and touch one of the flowers or birds...

Wonder how many people avoided this blog cuz of the title. hmm

Death isn't really something I like to think about, it's scary! But as much as I ignore it, I do end up thinking about it sometimes. :S

Today while writing a new years message I was going to say "2011 is going to be a great year for you - cuz I'm going to be in it"

And as soon as I was about to type that, I just stopped; my heart must have skipped a beat, as my head just thought "what if I'm not"

I don't think I've ever felt like that before. Like such a serious thought for something quite small. It's scary. Like as if I'm being given signs cuz I'm gna die soon o.O lol ok I don't really believe that but it was weird!

As we grow in this world of devastating lies
In which we're comforted by the corruption and fail to realise
how many more times are we made to see blindly?
Many More?
No not many more as we realise how blind we've become
but fail to act as we act to wana do more
more for who?
more for me or more for you?
too many questions or too little answers
no! just our eyes closed for to long
we're dreaming of a closed world of just us, our ears closed to the cries of its song.

(add to it people)
create your own verse and continue the poem in the comments