[color=purple]People [/color] [color=blue]in the real world [/color][color=cyan] are nice [/color] [color=red](To me, specifically)[/color][color=green](mashallah, hamdoulillah) [/color]

[color=yellow] I'm happy! [/color]

[color=orange][size=8]this is basically a very LOOONNNGGG blogpost summarized to its basic atomic core, which i feel is enough to convey what i meant. [/size][/color]

i know all them and you've told me SOO many times, but i cant help it. and now im really upset, so i'll just gush everything out here (without thinking about it and without proofreading)

:Cry: im so scared for my younger siblings! i KNOW they are still young, but i want them to love the deen and not see it as a burden. Im sooo scared they wont be able to give up their little wordly desires, im so scared they wont see the VALUE of Islam and the knowledge they need to acquire. and it makes me SOO sad and upset when i have to tell them repeatedly, "go read Quran" "go do your memorizing" i want them to like it and enjoy it, NOT see it as a burden where big sis always NAGS and NAGS about it :Cry:

Hiii there.

Disclaimer: I can't be bothered to make all my pronoun i's capital so if you can't handle that, don't read on (:

So... i haven't written a proper blog in a while now but i have now and then thought how cool it would be to have a proper set of blogs that people followed and enjoyed reading, like on blogspot or whatever, but unfortunately, i haven't got enough interesting things to say.

I doubt many people will read this, but i'll just put it out there, just my general thoughts while i'm pretty much here with just my own mind for company.

As an all-out daydreamer, there's nothing i like more than time to just think so it's not a problem. Any quiet opportunity to just pretend to be reading something or be staring out of a window and think about stuff.

A 10 second stop to sayyyy

You know sometimes you hear something and it just makes you feel good?

Well howww about this for a feel GREAT song:

Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell - 'Ain't No Mountain High Enough'

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# ‘Listennn, baby
Ain't no mountain high
Ain't no valley low
Ain't no river wide enough, baby

If you need me, call me
No matter where you are
No matter how far
Just call my name
I'll be there in a hurry
You don't have to worry

'Cause baby,
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you’ #

They had such great voices - Loveeee it!

Mum quickly tired of having to keep it out of my reach. So she tried to hide the cake, but I always found it. I mean comeon, im an eight year old, i know where all the hiding places are! So she tried putting the cake on top of the frige, but my freakish climbing abilities soon proved it to be an unsatisfactory solution.

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To realize The value of four years:
Ask a graduate.

To realize The value of one year:
Ask a student who Has failed a final exam.

To realize The value of nine months:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn.

To realize The value of one month:
Ask a mother Who has given birth to a premature baby..

To realize The value of one week:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize The value of one minute:
Ask a person Who has missed the train, bus or plane.

To realize The value of one-second:
Ask a person Who has survived an accident.

Time waits for no one.
Treasure every moment you have.

extract from email i found...

I love watching the Fresh Prince, it's hilarious! I love it so much that I watch the repeats even though I’ve seen them like ten times already. I watch an episode (or two) every time I’m at work now – someone brought in the entire series on DVD – without the subtitles though (I like the subtitles on but the remote for the TV is nowhere to be seen - sigh).

‎"O my Lord, if I worship you" ~ Rabia Basri

"O my Lord,

if I worship you
from fear of hell, burn me in hell.

If I worship you
from hope of Paradise, bar me from its gates.

But if I worship you
for yourself alone, grant me then the beauty of your Face."

This poem made me feel weak in the heart and bought tears to my eyes. It's a beautiful poem.

Salaams,

What would come under this particular jihad?

How do we fight the evil of our own soul?

What is the evil of our own soul?