So tomorrow evening is the dinner, I mean Iftaar. I decided to cut a few things from the menu since my brother (I think is was) was saying that everyone will be full quickly and that the food will be left, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing but the fridge gets pretty full and then we have no storage space.
So I’m doing one thing per um section (let me just copy, paste – oh and edit, it here):

Starter:
Lebanese Borek
Chocolate-covered Dates (doesn’t really count because it’s just to open the fast with)

Salad:
Tabbouleh

Side:
Batata makhliya
Black and Green Olives and pickled chillies (I forgot what they’re actually called and can’t be bothered to go down to check)

Main:
Shawarma lahm kharoof

So everyone seems to be totally ‘on’ marriage. Marriage Feverrr (ok not everyone but a few of us – you know who you are).

Continuing my sentence (http://www.therevival.co.uk/forum/general/7299#comment-161691): A friend from uni suggested that I join Single Muslims. Com (is that the right one – I’m not sure now but anyway it was one of those online things where you can meet other single Muslims – preferably to marry that is and not waste time with). She was joking of course, um I think.

So yeh I joined.

JOKE!

To all the G's out there, I do not mean the Nissan Skyline.

Picture taken around 8pm on 30 August.

The view just a couple of minutes earlier was even more captivating, but I dithered while questioning if I should take the phone out of my pocket.

Just commenting on the Newstatesman piece about howThe Times ignores Mark Thompson's criticisms of Sky - The Times generally being considered a "proper" newspaper and thus generally above such editorial tinkering with content.

There is also "Sky News paper round up: Wot no Guardian?" that someone blogged about Sky News not showing the Guardians front page when doing its paper review since it featured a front page criticising Rupert Murdoch.

Is it me or has Murdoch's media become terribly emboldened since (before) the last elections?

After the demise of our Beloved Messenger (blessings and peace be upon him) the venerable Bilal (may Allah be well pleased with him) felt quite forlorn. He would go round the streets of Madina saying: O people! Have you seen the Messenger of Allah anywhere? Show me too if you have seen him. In discomfort of love he left Madina and went to Halab in Syria. Six months passed when he saw the Beloved Messenger (blessings and peace be upon him) in dream. The Messenger of Allah (blessings and peace be upon him) said: 'O Bilal! You have stopped visiting us. Don't you want to meet us?'

When he woke up, the remembrance surged so passionately that the next moment he was on the camel back riding fast towards Madina chanting: labbaika ya Rasul Allah! (O Messenger of Allah! The slave is coming.)

Did you ever have a time where you wanted to have a lot of friends? Like say wayy back when you were mere teenagers (ok I said that on purpose - cheesy grinnO).

Seriously though when MSN first came out (well became popular) and you had like your entire year added because, well why? I remember that time, I had people I didn’t really talk to on there, I had people I didn’t necessarily like on there – and why? Well I don’t actually know.

You, you're not aware
That we're aware
Of your despair
Don't show your tears
To your oppressor
Don't show your tears

CHORUS:
Try not to cry little one
You're not alone
I'll stand by you
Try not to cry little one
My heart is your stone
I'll throw with you

Isam:
'Ayn Jalut where David slew Goliath
This very same place that we be at
Passing through the sands of times
This land's been the victim of countless crimes
From Crusaders and Mongols
To the present aggression
Then the Franks, now even a crueller oppression
If these walls could speak,
Imagine what would they say

For me in this path that I walk on
There's only one way
Bullets may kill, bones may break
Still I throw stones like David before me and I say

CHORUS

You, you're not aware

She looked at the dreaded door of the room at the end of the corridor..walking towards it reluctantly, she pushed it open, waiting for the door to stick onto the door stopper and reveal the whole abomination.

Walking in, she found her closest friend, Jacket, hanged at the back of the door. And lying there, suffocated, was her second in command, SideBag, he has succumbed to the quickclothes.