Empires have risen and exacted their might,
Words changed and twisted.
What once meant evil,
Had its meaning heisted.
So call me a terrorist.

You huff and you puff,
And you blow my house down.
You break my back,
But I still won't lie down.
So call me a terrorist.

You strike, torment and bully,
Just because she wears the veil?
You seem frustrated,
Seeing her faith isn't for sale.
So call me a terrorist. :rant:

Saw my brothers die across the sea today,
You said not to worry about the dead.
I can't seem to help the fact,
His cries keep ringing in my head.
So call me a terrorist.

You bribe me with gold, silver and green,
Promise me the moon and the sun.
I'd reject it in a heartbeat,
Just to be closer to the One.
So call me a terrorist.

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http://alafasy.tripod.com/ - everyone should download the full Qur'an. Mishary Rashid Alafasy is just tops masha'Allah. Beautiful.

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Pretty shocking I think.

I have managed to get a hold of a pdf scan of this book which I talked about a while ago - a book which has been to have changed the course of Muslim thinking, development, so not to be taken lightly I suppose.

A man woke up early in order to pray the Fajr prayer in the masjid. Hegot dressed, made his ablution and was on his way to the masjid. On his way to the masjid, the man fell and his clothes got dirty. He got up, brushed himself off, and headed home. At home, he changed his clothes, made his ablution, and was, again, on his way to the masjid.On his way to the masjid, he fell again and at the same spot! He,again, got up, brushed himself off and headed home. At home he, oncea gain, changed his clothes, made his ablution and was on his way to the masjid. On his way to the masjid, he met a man holding a lamp.