When a person truly loves someone then you don't need to do anything to please them, they love you for who you are.

Hi Amber, welcome to the forum!

I'm curious, what is the quote in your signature?

thanx

my signature is in regards to the love for the Lord.

"Amber" wrote:

thanx

my signature is in regards to the love for the Lord.

That explains a lot

It reminds me of Dante's Paradiso where as he comes closer to God he starts to write in mathematic terms, and finally when even mathematics fail him, he admits defeat with this line:

Shorter henceforward will my language fall
Of what I yet remember, than an infant's
Who still his tongue doth moisten at the breast.

very good Dave you're full of poems - do some more

i esp like poems that lift the spirit and talk of doing impossible things which arnt really impossible at all if we were all heros which we are

"almas" wrote:

very good Dave you're full of poems - do some more

i esp like poems that lift the spirit and talk of doing impossible things which arnt really impossible at all if we were all heros which we are

hmm.. well it's not a poem - it's actually the preface to a book but you might like it:

[i]Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. [/i]

some nice lyrics here....always good 2 listen to when reflecting upon the day...the tune is beautiful as well. for anyone who hasnt heard it - Dawud Wharnsby Ali

Oh the moon has come
The day is done
The night has covered up the sun.
I have stood so often before you to pray
But I wonder Allah, tell me, what did I do today?
Did I remember the words of Al-Fatiha?
Did I take time to thank you for all that I have?
Did I call on you to guide my way?
Tell me, what did I do today?

I have whispered to you
As I made ruku
Subhana Rabiy'yal adheem.
But was my faith
Bright or grey?
Oh Allah, tell me, what did I do today?
Did I smile at my brother?
Was I kind to my mother?
Did I teach another something that I know
Or did my love of this world lead me astray?
Tell me, what did I do today?

Sami Allah hu liman hamida
Rabanna lakal hamd.
Sami Allah hu liman hamida
Rabanna lakal hamd.
La illaha il Allah.
La illaha il Allah.

Though I've bowed to you
with my face in the dust,
subhana raby'yal a'la
Did I turn to you
And did I obey?
Oh Allah, tell me, what did I do today?
Did I use my mind?
Did I use my time?
If I search my heart what will I find?
The light of your guidance is a glimmering ray,
Tell me, what did I do toady?
Oh Allah, tell me, what did I do today?

[b]What did you do today?[/b]

Again, Dawud Wharsnby Ali - Madina Tun-Nabi. Beautiful nasheed with a great tune...Chal Madinah challey!!

There was merriment and joy, a smile on the face of every girl and boy.
The streets of Yathrib welcomed in the prophet of Allah,
Muhammad, sullallahu alayhi wa salaam.

A full white moon shone down upon the land,
rising from the valley between hills of sand.
Being grateful to Allah was The Prophet's demand,
spreading peace through the streets of Madinah.
Madinah Tun-Nabi, Madinah Tun-Nabi,
The city of the prophet is like home to me.
[b]I'll travel through the world but I doubt that I will see
A city with such wonder as Madinah.[/b]

Now the narrow winding roads are so full of history,
streets shake with the azan from Masjid un-Nabi.
I feel the shadow of the prophet gently cooling me
as I walk through the streets of Madinah.
Madinah Tun-Nabi, Madinah Tun-Nabi,
The city of the prophet is like home to me.
[b]I'll travel through the world but I doubt that I will see
A city with such wonder as Madinah.[/b]

The man who reads Qur'an `neath a date palm tree,
And the smile from the child on the street selling tea,
Enchant me with their beauty and their simplicity
As I walk through the streets of Madinah.
Madina Tun-Nabi, Madinah Tun-Nabi,
The city of the prophet is like home to me.
[b]I'll travel through the world but I doubt that I will see
A city with such wonder as Madinah.[/b]

Al Madinatul Munawarah, Oh enlightened city!
Al Madinatul Munawarah, even in my sleep you call to me.

Time has hurried by, time has traveled on so fast
And though wisdom and truth will always last
I wish, I wish, I wish that I could climb into the past
And live with the Prophet in Madinah.
Madinah Tun-Nabi, Madinah Tun-Nabi,
The city of the prophet is like home to me.
[b]I'll travel through the world but I doubt that I will see
A city with such wonder as Madinah.[/b]
My heart is never far from the home of the Ansar
And the city of the prophet, Al-Madinah.

cant find the lyrics to Sami Yusuf's new song 'Mother'...and i cant be bothered transcribing em..........But what a beautiful and touching song. reminds me of my mummy all the tym

this 1 you have to listen to, and i cant wait 4 the new album!

That bland one?

Is it not... erm ... bland?

"Admin" wrote:

That bland one?

Is it not... erm ... bland?

are you dissing Sami Yusuf's songs? :evil:

"Hayder Hussain" wrote:

"Admin" wrote:

That bland one?

Is it not... erm ... bland?

are you dissing Sami Yusuf's songs? :evil:

No just that one.

I haven't heard many, so ask me the opinion of each one (giving me a link to listen), and I'll diss the ones I don't like.

"Admin" wrote:

"Hayder Hussain" wrote:

"Admin" wrote:

That bland one?

Is it not... erm ... bland?

are you dissing Sami Yusuf's songs? :evil:

No just that one.

I haven't heard many, so ask me the opinion of each one (giving me a link to listen), and I'll diss the ones I don't like.

Ha! i suppose you think your better Mr Admin??? :evil:

every track on his 1st album was great, and so far this one sounds good. which 1'z dont u like? how can you not like the Mother one? you have no heart!!

"Hayder Hussain" wrote:

Ha! i suppose you think your better Mr Admin??? :evil:

every track on his 1st album was great, and so far this one sounds good. which 1'z dont u like? how can you not like the Mother one? you have no heart!!

As I said I can't recall any others, so will need to listen to them to form an opinion.

but the mother one is... bland.

Having no heart? That has been said about me by alot of people.

I don't let emotions cloud my judgement. Mostly.

"angel" wrote:

admin i suggest you listen to it once again with a more open and less cold hearted way (was that harsh?)

No its not harsh (I don't think it is... but u know the whole cold hearted thing... it means I would not find it harsh even if it was. Was it?).

As I said its too bland, It puts me to sleep (well zombie mode) before the lyrics get a hold.

There's this half-decent website wich lets you put words into George Bush's mouth.

http://www.bushspeech.org/

Takes a bit of getting used to. Hopefully they'll come up with a better version soon.

The mother naat is in no way bland, even without the lyrics, the tune grips your heart, perhaps you had it on mute Admin?

As for a contribution here's a little convo I had wwith my mate John over MSN, he's half joking when he say's he's depressed, he likes to be philisophical now and then, he's Vatican guy i'm the everest one:

climb everest and ill be on a real high says:
don't be so negative
the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:
how do u expect me to be positive when my dreams are fallin apart all around me
the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:
i could have been a contender, i could hav been a someone instead of a bum which is what i am
climb everest and ill be on a real high says:
I remember the times you said you could ber top of the sports/business/law world
the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:
yes
the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:
i could have
the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:
but now look at me
the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:
ive put on two stone
climb everest and ill be on a real high says:
you talk about fear of falling
climb everest and ill be on a real high says:
but only warriors and brave men can fall
climb everest and ill be on a real high says:
how can you fall when you are to scared to get off the ground
the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:
true
the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:
but i know i can be the best, but im afraid of trying hard for it and failing
the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:
cos when i fall, i dnt get back on the horse
climb everest and ill be on a real high says:
I hear you there
the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:
im not a gymnast
climb everest and ill be on a real high says:
But if you are too scared to dream then what is sleep but a paralysis of the limbs for death comes not till its due, yet you persue death as if life held nothing but your precious memories
the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:
i like it
climb everest and ill be on a real high says:
Simply remember that those memories are the dreams of yestr year, what 'memories' will grow and take flight from the bud of the dream you nurture today
climb everest and ill be on a real high says:
The heart dreams and oft times it beats don't be afraid of the rhythm, it is who you are.
climb everest and ill be on a real high says:
When the time for dreaming vomes do not fly-
climb everest and ill be on a real high says:
simply relax and let go
climb everest and ill be on a real high says:
breath is for the body and light is for the soul, let your heart beat for you could never stop it dreaming
the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:
amen
the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:
u can take away my car
the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:
and u can take away my keys
the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:
but u cannot take away our dreams
climb everest and ill be on a real high says:
indeed
the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:
'no, cos we're like asleep when we have them'
climb everest and ill be on a real high says:
yeah alright, your getting there
climb everest and ill be on a real high says:
lol
the holy document of vatican law cannot be changed says:
if u wanna make the world a better place take a look at urself and make a change
climb everest and ill be on a real high says:
exactly
climb everest and ill be on a real high says:
you can either be somebody or be somebody's fool.
climb everest and ill be on a real high says:
and don't forget to have and cherish hope
climb everest and ill be on a real high says:
because even when you hurt and cry its only because you remember what it was to fly and in that lies salvation.

Also, a song by Skunk Anasie song called Weak, is inspirational, I mentioned it in another thread but hers's the chorus:

"Weak as I am, no tears for you
Weak as I am, no tears for you
Deep as I am, I'm no ones fool
Weak as I am

In this tainted soul
In this weak young heart
Am I too much for you

Weak as I am
Weak as I am
Weak as I am
Weak as I am, am, am

Weak as I am
Am I to much for you
Weak as I am
Am I to much for you
Weak as I am
Am I to much for you
Weak as I am
Am I to much for you
Weak as I am"

actually nowe that I think aboput it it seems kinda negative, what say you?

A man and his wife were walking on the streets of Lahore. Coming to a corner a begger shouted out to the lady: "Oh sundari!!! andhha huu. sawa panch rupya de de" (Oh beautiful!! I am blind give me five and a quarter rupees)
At once her husband told her: "de de, de de, tujhhe sundari bola hai to har haal me ye andhha hi hai!!" (Give him what he asks, If he thinks you are beautiful then there is no doubt that he is blind!!)

One day a Paki called Shabir, a decorator was painting a wall white. But on climbing the ladder he slipped and fell into the tub of white paint and was covered in white paint. So he decides to go home and get changed. On the way his boss Asif says "Shabir what's up? What's happened to you?"
Shabir says "I was painting the wall and I was climbing up the ladder and I slipped and I fell into the tub of white paint. Now I'm going home to change my clothes."
Shabir started walking down the street when came across his mate Azam. He says "Shabir what's up? What's happened to you?"
Shabir says "Look, I was painting the wall and I was climbing up the ladder and I slipped and I fell into the tub of white paint. Now I'm going home to change my clothes. Alright!"
"Ok Ok I was only asking!" replied Azam.
Further down the street, Imran sees Shabir and says "Shabir what's up? What's happened to you?"
Shabir says "Flippin' 'eck -look I was painting, climbing up the ladder, slipped, fell in white paint, now going home to get changed!!"
Getting towards his house, his neighbour Rashid says "Shabir what's up? What's happened to you?"
Shabir snaps "f@#%$, painting, slipped, fell, white paint, home, get changed!!, for @#%$'s sake"
Rashid goes " Hey , I was only asking!"
On approaching his door, Shabir's wife Saima says "Shabir what's up? What's happened to you?"
Shabir goes "@#%$ hell, I've only been white for 15 minutes and already I can't stand you @#%$ Pakis!!!"

i found them quite funny

albeit for 5 mins lol

THROUGH A GLASS, DARKLY
by Gen. George S. Patton, Jr.

Through the travail of the ages,
Midst the pomp and toil of war,
Have I fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star.

In the form of many people
In all panoplies of time
Have I seen the luring vision
Of the Victory Maid, sublime.

I have battled for fresh mammoth,
I have warred for pastures new,
I have listed to the whispers
When the race trek instinct grew.

I have known the call to battle
In each changeless changing shape
From the high souled voice of conscience
To the beastly lust for rape.

I have sinned and I have suffered,
Played the hero and the knave;
Fought for belly, shame, or country,
And for each have found a grave.

I cannot name my battles
For the visions are not clear,
Yet, I see the twisted faces
And I feel the rending spear.

Perhaps I stabbed our Savior
In His sacred helpless side.
Yet, I've called His name in blessing
When after times I died.

In the dimness of the shadows
Where we hairy heathens warred,
I can taste in thought the lifeblood;
We used teeth before the sword.

While in later clearer vision
I can sense the coppery sweat,
Feel the pikes grow wet and slippery
When our Phalanx, Cyrus met.

Hear the rattle of the harness
Where the Persian darts bounced clear,
See their chariots wheel in panic
From the Hoplite's leveled spear.

See the goal grow monthly longer,
Reaching for the walls of Tyre.
Hear the crash of tons of granite,
Smell the quenchless eastern fire.

Still more clearly as a Roman,
Can I see the Legion close,
As our third rank moved in forward
And the short sword found our foes.

Once again I feel the anguish
Of that blistering treeless plain
When the Parthian showered death bolts,
And our discipline was in vain.

I remember all the suffering
Of those arrows in my neck.
Yet, I stabbed a grinning savage
As I died upon my back.

Once again I smell the heat sparks
When my Flemish plate gave way
And the lance ripped through my entrails
As on Crecy's field I lay.

In the windless, blinding stillness
Of the glittering tropic sea
I can see the bubbles rising
Where we set the captives free.

Midst the spume of half a tempest
I have heard the bulwarks go
When the crashing, point blank round shot
Sent destruction to our foe.

I have fought with gun and cutlass
On the red and slippery deck
With all Hell aflame within me
And a rope around my neck.

And still later as a General
Have I galloped with Murat
When we laughed at death and numbers
Trusting in the Emperor's Star.

Till at last our star faded,
And we shouted to our doom
Where the sunken road of Ohein
Closed us in it's quivering gloom.

So but now with Tanks a'clatter
Have I waddled on the foe
Belching death at twenty paces,
By the star shell's ghastly glow.

So as through a glass, and darkly
The age long strife I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names, but always me.

And I see not in my blindness
What the objects were I wrought,
But as God rules o'er our bickerings
It was through His will I fought.

So forever in the future,
Shall I battle as of yore,
Dying to be born a fighter,
But to die again, once more.

"Constantine" wrote:

To the beastly lust for rape.

wierdo :roll:

that poem didn't make any sense to me....

all those annoying PMs were to test u if u were actually [i]normal[/i] (sorry I pissed u off but u did say something disgusting and u never spoke against stuff when a normal person would, i [i]honestly[/i] thought u were some kind of freak :? )

My poem....

[i]The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings,

But, shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.

We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less

time; we have more degrees but less sense; more knowledge, but less

judgement; more experts, but more problems; more medicine,

but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too

little, drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late, get

up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.

We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life; we've added years

to life, not life to years.

We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing

the street to meet the new neighbor.

We've conquered outer space, but not inner space.

We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleared up the air, but polluted the soul.

We've split the atom, but not our prejudice.

We write more, but learn less.

We plan more, but accomplish less.

We've learned to rush, but not to wait.

We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies

than ever, but have less communication.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and

short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships.

These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure,

but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.

These are the days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses,

but broken homes.

These are the days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw-away

morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do

everything from cheer to quiet, to kill.

It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the

stockroom; a time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a

time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit

delete.[/i]

I bet the stupid mods will delete this like they [i]always[/i] delete my posts...

:roll:

congrats on your 1st good post!!

good poem

"Darth V-Hayder" wrote:

congrats on your 1st good post!!

good poem

Hayder did u really say that :shock:

I thought u h8ed my guts....

still do.....but you didnt write that poem did ya. it made a lotta good points

i was hoping u were in B'ham (that where u from aint it?) on saturday....was gonna invite you to the mosque....and then beat you up :twisted:

"Darth V-Hayder" wrote:

still do.....but you didnt write that poem did ya. it made a lotta good points

yeah it was from "evil" site submission.org :twisted: