On the day in question, the sun was shining bright. Temperature was a comfortable 21 degrees. I’d just finished work, enjoyed the two mile cycle to Springfields (a small ‘relaxing’ area just outside the town centre)

I was sat on the grass munching on my Twix, taking in the rays, getting a tan (not that I really needed a tan, my ethnic origin being what it is)

The big screen was on and there were a lot of people gathered round it.

During the wintery days I used to get the bus to college after work and wait in the canteen or library for lessons to start. But on days like this I loved sitting in front of the big screen watching the world go by. I still had 40 minutes before lessons started.

"I really need to go now, we've got the regional manager coming round and he failed us on the availability of soft drinks last time. I don't want the same to happen again." Stuart, the supermarket express store manager, really didn't want to lose his quarterly bonus for a sixth time. Everything else was ok about his assistant, but he was just not too good at ordering the right levels of stock. He didn't want to (or should couldn’t) fire him as it was his son in law and his daughter would give Stuart a hard time if he had fired her husband.

"Ah look Tahir and Mary are just walking into the shop. See, you can go now. Now I have enough cover." Kevin was a bit strict about the policy of having more than one member of staff on site at all times.

Once upon a time, in a land not so far from here there lived a young Muslim couple in a house by a field. Life couldn't get any better they often said to one another. Then, one day it did. It got better, a lot better (or so they thought). They had a lovely baby daughter who they named Sonia.

They loved her, cared for her, protected her, brought her up with Islamic values, sent her school, sent her to masjid. Made her to wear the hijab to preserve her modesty. How very special she was to them both.

I saw this and remembered: Rawrrs_isarollingstone

Hi World__

I hope you have time of your live today___

I know it’s not really safe. But there’s not many cars about. From glancing down I noticed it’s  a text message from Shabeer, I haven’t heard from him a long while. He always made time for me while I was going through my depressed stage in 6^th form. I know what, I’ll just pull up on the side of the road and check the text.

SHABEERS TEXT: Salams bro, can you please call me when you have a minute, I need to discuss a concern I have about a mutual friend of ours.

Oh dear, it sounded serious, so I was glad I’d pulled my car to the side of the road. Now I could safely call him, So I switched off my engine and dialled his number.

“Hello” he answered

“Salams Shabeer, it’s been a long time. Hope you’re well.”

Taken by me. a while ago.

Don't worry its all long gone so you cant have any.

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PsyBlog has gone gratitude-mad this week, what with reporting experimental evidence that practicing gratitude can increase happiness by 25% and reviewing 'thanks' , the book by the study's author. To round it off here are Dr Robert Emmons' top 10 tips for actually becoming more grateful, and consequently more happy.

 

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An incident transpired when Muhammad Ali's daughters arrived at his home wearing clothes that were quite revealing. Here is the story as told by one of his daughters:

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