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Friday, June 30, 2006
Pink is for girls and blue is for boys...o.k..!
I'll go with the green then.
We made those kind of rules...we did...and if we'd see a man walking down the street in a pink t-shirt we would go..euuh.
Also,if we saw a girl wearing blue all the time we'd call her ..boyesh..
what's the point??
My point is not to reconsider the colour palette..no, but to reconsider what we set and then take for granted and use to judge others.
We must accept the differant and call it special..not weired..
We must learn to measure things through the scale of allah not by our scale..
humans differ from country to country and within the same country..cause people tend to make a special set of rules when they are grouped within the same circumstances..
the only valid set of rules that could succeed anywhere are the rules that allah made for humankind cause his rules doesn't hurt anyone ..anywhere;but on the contrary..it makes people more nobel and human..
remember how the arab's island was like befor islam...harsh,statue worshippers,sinfull and stone hearted ,that they used to bury their girls alive..those are the same people that later after islam wre kind,muslims,virtuousand had allah's bless in their lives..
Other than allah's way..is no way..
Other than the rules of alsunnah ..are no rules..
Any rule,idea,theory,manner or discovery made by a human..is open for discussion and can be proven wrong..
We have been taught all our lives(unfortunatly)that it's wrong to walk half naked in the street..but at the same time it's o'k to be almost naked on the beach....hello!!
While socities that don't live as ridiculously open..struggel now to take off their veils in order to be liberated...
We can't be that twisted..and if we are jenuine beleivers in allah..we must trust his religion..we must stop being selective when it comes to obligations..
It's not about pink or blue..it's all about who are you...who?
Friday, June 30, 2006
WE go to sleep, wake up..eat drink,laugh
and want.
Desires drive us..we love,then want and do..
and although we think and calculate,we simply choose to ignore our minds as soon as we love..desire is the most powerful drive.and it's all cooked in the heart..we see..then love what we see then go for it..hear,we love what we hear then go for it..and when the heart loves and desires..the mind start to flood with that desire..we start thinking about it and talking about it..
only then..we loose all control and we pass from the gate of our heart cause it swallows up our desires and get all over us..
Then we become..just that..drived truck,going overhill with no breaks ..no one can tell what will happen to it..
and to gain back control of our hearts we must regain control on our senses..we must choose what to see..what to hear..what to think and what to talk about..with only one key......what we really want out of this life..
all those four senses are like wild rivers that run in parallel lines yet gather at the end to fall into one big sea ..that sea is the heart ..long time ago, they said that the heart is like a carrot..if you put it in sugar it becomes jam and if you put it in salt it becomes pickels..it's what you expose your senses to therefore your heart..hearts are like sponges if you put them in milk then squeez they'll give you milk but if you put them in vinegar it will give you just that..and don't ever think that one dipp will do good if in sugar or do no bad if in salt...it needs continuos exposer ..cause what you will record on the tape will fill the tape and last for ever.. if i listened to music all day long it will touch me and control my moods and my senses,and then quran won't make me shiver down my spine..unless i expose my heart to it long enough to deleat what was recordered previously..
We need to maintain pure invironment for our hearts in order to love what allah loves..desire what allah wants for us..see it..hear it..think of it and talk about it..
we must re-evaluate our companions..cause friends do drag,even if you think you are strong as hercules !!
we must re-evaluate our time..what we expose to.. if i begine to love how others dress ,say,live and want ..i will be encripted by that..if i keep looking at money..hearing about money..thinking about money,then i'll talk only about money because i will love money..that allah said about it that it's a distraction..it's only a tool not a goal..
we have a jewel inside us..let's trim it ..and keep it sparkling..let's not drop it in the mud..let's fill our hearts with faith..let's fill mosques all around the world..let's use that treasure that allah gave to us.. let's all meet in paradise..
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Socializing on line..that's what it is!!
Just like real life..what's even worse is that the mascara doesn't do any good..
The masks do fall,if there is any..
And like the law of the jungel..the strongest will survive.
He will win what??!..absolutly nothing material..morals,self esteem and sometimes just more traffic.
It is the question of your entension..what you want from it..living fantacies..re-encarnation..sharpening your social or language skill....or simply you are being yourself in another form of community..
When i surf around i can see amazing types of humans including myself..enriching learning experience..you should try not to get emotional or you'll get squashed!!
I have a great idea..like all socities,every group of people tend to get around and set some rules..that keeps them secure and safe..a code of blogging ethics..
so let's agree on a ten points set of ethics..
if you agree to give me ten suggestions of what you think should be common grounds for blogging..then we will choose the most popular and get all signatures and that will be our constitution..
And then we can sit back and watch the violations and the excuses ..
Smart or not it's an intresting idea to get some brows up..yeh!!
know what i like to see among bloggers??
I don't want to see a post with out a comment link..
I don't like to see any bad language..
I don't like to see news bullitens without some feeling or openion involved..
I don't like to see anyone devalueing a blog..
I don't like to see someone calling bloggers stupid or ignorant..
I don't like seeing pages of bloggers interactions with a fellow blogger and he's silent..
I don't like private responds on a post via e-mail
I don't like blog bulling
I don't like repeatation
I would like to see a goal
I know what you're gonna say..freedom and liberty..
how come loose that freedom and privelege of being faceless and with no finger prints
o.k..it's exciting..if you want it..take it by all means..but keep your hands in your pocket!!
Let us make blogging a unique experience..
Let it be authenticated..
Let us smell the paper and the ink..
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
..
The underground people are just like those people ..with special set of rules
different air..different faces,hands and redish eyes..
All the weiredness of how humans mis lead whole communities into thier womb..
When everything you ever read in books start to sound childish and vague..
It's where reality have another meaning..sweet and sour yet fatal.
most of night wombs..not clubs..no..have the same design..you walk from the door to find a totally different world..you must walk way in on long narrow lanes or go down lots of stairs to reach the big gate of the other side of midnight..you open the curtains on the wildest play..when humans are in thier lowest stage of humiliating them selves..what you see in movies or abroad is not the case..
Ironicly,and because of the twisted minds..night clubs in hotels are looked on differently and they are set and thought to be a prestigious thing..infact they are worse cause they spend trible the money and the rooms are too near to have second thoughts..
getting drunk is a fact that no one think about..going to the bathroom is a communicating skill,when it's easy to exchange phone calls..arranging most of the business deals among the thiefs who steal from the poor..and with the pressence of the double agents who are always the dancer..
don't you dare be poor and cheap and not make the longest necklace made of cash to decorate the bare chest of the belly dancer..
every one is walking around doing absolotly corrupted,low,indecent jobs with the most serious looks on thier faces..disasters happen if the drummer skiped a note..thunder and lightning shake the stage..aint working a worship.?!.
the biggest surprise when you see your bully friend's father sitting and doing horribles and then acts as if he was nice and ask the ten year old who came over by mistake to shut up and don't mention the lady in red that sat on his lap..
that is the other side of midnight..when thier day begin..like bats or vampires..they would disappear by sunrise..
they have no idea about the other side of mid night ..when kind,pure people stand on thier feet for hours not to serve booz or dance..but to talk to allah ..using his own words..
people who spread thier forheads to allah and try to get closer and closer to him..people who are simple yet great..powerless cause they surrendered to the almighty's power..
people who didn't loose control on themselves..thier senses are still functioning..thier bodies are holy..can't afford the shrimp besides the wine..
but still walk with thier heads held high...
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
I can taste my tears
I can't touch the sky
But, can see moon beems
melting with water streams
I can't reach the stars
I can try and try
as hard as i can try
to wave goodbye..
sins,mountain high
and start to cry
pray from the heart
will reach seventh sky
demand and plea
and cry and cry
to clean with tears
rusty viens and heart
to clear the page
or turn the page
or shred the page
or switch the page
defeat the rage
and reach the stage
to break the cage
set free my soul
secure and whole
i might run or crawl
i'll earn my place
re-embrace my faith
I can see the lighthouse
the guiding hand
I can't neglect my fate
the reason i was made.....
Monday, June 26, 2006
قال الله تعالى فى الحديث القدسى:
"يا ابن آدم..جعلت لك قرارا فى بطن امك..و غشيت وجهك بغشاء لألا تنفر من الرحم..
و جعلت وجهك فى ظهر امك لألا تؤذيك رائحة الطعام..و جعلت لك متكئين عن يمينك و عن شمالك
فاما الذى عن يمينك فهو الكبد و اما الذى عن شمالك فهو الطحال..و علمتك القيام و القعود فى بطن امك
فهل يقدر على ذلك احد غيرى..
فلما ان تمت مدتك اوحيت الى ملك الارحام فاخرجك على ريشة من جناحه..لا لك سن يقطع و لايد تبطش و لا رجل تسعى..
و اجريت لك عرقين رقيقين فى صدر امك يجريان لك لبنا باردا فى الصيف..حارا فى الشتاء.
و القيت محبتك فى قلب ابويك فلا يرقدان حتى ترقد و لا يشبعان حتى تشبع..
فلما اشتد ازرك و قوى ظهرك..بارزتنى بالمعاصى فى خلوتك و لم تستحى منى ..و مع ذلك ان سالتنى اعطيتك و ان تبت الى قبلتك..
فهل لك رب سواى.................."
click here for english translation
Monday, June 26, 2006
When you feel so desperate and think that you have no one..when everything looks dark and you feel your senses numb..when you just can't find the words or speak your mind anymore..you lock yourself up and enjoy your inner dumb ,while holding those spagetti bars and feel sorry for yourself..your jail tend to call for visitors..but you blind fold your eyes..when voices faint you,just can't stand a sound..
It's when you seek attention in refusing all...when you want someone yet neglect them all..when you pray for help ..when god bless you with someone who understands..
They could lift you up..melt your bars..defuse you sparks..and earn your heart..
They lend you their ears..their heart and souls..look back ,up,down and forward for you.
They point out the light..the hope and the right..
They help you with your luggage,what's heavy and tiering..
They stay up the nights and claim your rights and put down your knives..
after all..it's o.k..cause that's what friends are for..
Celebrating all true friends..
Dedicated to eno..my friend:)
emoussa.jeeran.com
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Actaually i dare to say that i don't like it...
We say in egypt ..it's not worth a dime..but in arabic..
It's those words that are supposed to make that magical effect on someone's mind and he goes..ooh ..chic!!
So when someone feels so smart and hipp and outgoing he sais things like..i am a trend setter not a follower!!
Isn't that chic??
ofcourse then,after throwing that amazing bomb they feel that they have the right to slam anything..and as someone who appreciates individual openion it's always o.k for me to listen,think then mind my own business..
ah ah ..except for one issue..i just can't...they can call me narrow minded..stupid..hard headed even ignorant..just don't care and can't look away..
Ladies and gentelmen...leave our religious matters away from your outstanding mental capacities..Be genious else where...leave something unstained by the human amazing discoveries...have your unique openions reagarding any other subject....pleaaaaaase!!
cause things are as simple as this...if you are full of that great awareness that makes you have your own openion that disagrees with what allah set for his world regarding his creations who live from his goods and use his tools and think with the mind that he made then what that makes of you??!
Isn't it enough that our religion get insulted from others..is it gonna be anybetter for us if we start to devalue our own religion.?!.is sparkling words and ideas that actually are tests for us claim all that applause and hurrays..?!
When people stand up for their rights or their countries we call them heros and idols..but what about standing up for allah who created that ignorant human that is being unfair to him self and to his religion...
Is she that amazingly smart when she makes fun of veiled girls or the veil itself??isn't that some kind of cover for the actual refusal towards that matter only because they just can't do it..?
Is he that amazingly phelosopher when he thinks that the world was created by itself and that humans are the only force that make everything happens?
Is it o.k to bow to these people and quote from their magnefisnt words even though you know that they don't believe in allah the almighty?
What kind of croocked instinct is that ??
Looking for role models...symbols...idols.??
you have 124000 companion of the prophet...search among them to find your favorit type..
(pbuh) said..my companions are like stars..if you follow any of them ,you will be guided...
what about the prophet himself..the best among mankind..?!!
not chic enough for you???
any way,,you can say everyone is free to think his own way..
and i will say ..you are absolotly right...
but allah said..remind ..reminding benefit the faithful..
I think that following allah in every thing regarding obeying allah is an honour to anyone..
as for setting the trend i say...it's been set for more than 1400 years ago..so ,don't bother!!
قال الله تعالى" قل هل ننبئكم بالاخسرين اعمالا* الذين ضل سعيهم فى الحياة الدنيا و هم يحسبون انهم يحسنون صنعا"
Thursday, June 22, 2006
There are three kinds of mothers..
you can be one or more at the same time!!
you can cause some one to be one!!
Mothers..those heavenly creatures that we are blessed to have ""most of the times""
Skip mothers..those creatures that we are blessed not to have ""most of the times""
and,Mother in lows..those creatures that we end up dealing with""most of the times""
Categorizing mothers here is not to devalue them..naa..i wouldn't dare..
it just a simple way to illustrate how turning point choices can ruin someone else's life..and i'm not talking about the exceptions here..cause exceptions don't need analysis..they need bows and tender smiles with some prayers..
Moms..so, you are so blessed to have your child so you feed,clean,play and put to sleep so hardly that it breaks your back..especialy if you're not used to that..he transferes from being weak and vulnerable ..to tall and built and hard headed and he starts to nagg you ,irritate you ,demand too much and finally bring some girl to you ..and ofcourse in most cases you say ..mabrook ya 7abeby..(cong.sweetie) while keeping your mouth shut..then he takes her and his kids to you on vacations and kiss 90% of your son goodbye....ONLY if you chose that!!
skip moms..
no..not you just yet..but you cause someone else to be one!!
so, for some pathetic reason or a silly flaw or even a serious matter..you burst into tears and swear that you are taking the kids and leaving your hubby hungry and alone..you run anywhere else to teach him a lesson which in most cases is never taught!!
forgets all about you or even teaching you a lesson of his own and all of a sudden your kids have a skip mommmmm a mia!!
so ,all of a sudden and without doing anything wrong they get all kindds of dirty looks,complaining,hear horribles about you,seeing in apropriate actions that you would never 've done infront of them..and on top of everything..they loose everything about their dad but his name..may be yourss too if you decide to take the next bus to marriage!! 
momies in low.
yes you..in a while..but to be one you must have one first..
..wow..that's funny..cause it's all depends on how ssssssmart you are!!
do you really think you can compete with his mom to win him over..
the score would always be..you 0/1000 mom..
your words against hers..your demands vs hers..your love compared to hers....equal..a big laugh..you might even end up doing what's on SKIP MOM!!!
Wrapp your sweet brains in foil and think realisticly..
you are the only looser if you end up being the child who neglects his mom..
the wife ..or husband who lets his marriage slip away...
the wife or husband who plays one to one with his mother in law!!
cause women are incredebly affective when they are one of these three..
and yet they ruin their lives if they are encountered with them stupidly,and their kids blame them for the corrupted psychological state they are in most of their lives..it like swiss knieves..cuts all ways!
i thought about sharing my story ..it's a mess by the way...
but i really loved to hear yours this time..good or bad..come on spell it out and let's communicate and cultivate!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Asalam 3alaykom,
I heard these stories from the source..i lived among them and i sensed their humble sacrifices and their families too..in order to make something for their fellow humans all around the world..they are doctors and business men,and also mechanics , carpenters and farmers.
There were students and scientests among them..but all of them were equal callers the minute they gathered to give their religion some time ..at least ,just as they give everything else.............
click here to read some of their stories in germany..
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Sometimes i have flashes clicking in my mind of things i observed or sadly been a part of.
And when that happens i get astonished as if i was seeing something for the first time,and as if i did something bad that i regret.
While regret is a painful process i keep reminding my self that it's better to experience and come out with something than not to experience at all..but still i wishe i was never exposed., i wish i was never there..although i don't like remembering the whole phase, i can't help but feel like trying to unveil the truth around this..claimed to be..glamourous life..
at least with the so little i can reveal!!
VEGAS!!
everything went smooth on the u.s trip..although the veil irritated some people..yet it was less than she thought it would be...her veil and her brother's little beared stood out and oneday their friends opened the discussion..
michele said: we look at this beared as the unclean look..cause in order to be presntable you must have what we call as the clean look..shaved,combed and dressed nicely..
strangely she answered instead of her brother: i noticed that boys in the u.s like beckham's hair cut and no one is hipp without ronaldo's t-shirt(at the time.)...
he said:yes...
she said:they look up to football players and imitate them..and we look up to our prophet and we imitate him..and i won't question who is more worth looking up to cause i don't need to!!
and he never said another word!!
as i said that was the thing ..just o.k..till those friends decided to take their guests in atrip of the life time or so they called it..to VEGAS...
The unbelievable hotel dazzeled them and some buisnessmen and artists were waiting for them to celebrate their fathers arrival..and the presence of kevin costner among them made an incredeble fuss..wows weews..whoos..every kind of human sound..no one was left unamzed..the dinner went on smoothly and the brother and sister were hypnotized by the whole thing ,still didn't forget them selves...
after a while the americsn friends thought they wanted to play...the kids saw that as a normal thing for americans to do ..but the pain started when the arabs went in as well so excited as if they were gonna ride the roller coaster not commite one of the biggest sins in islam.....
the girl wouldn't stay in the lobby..she felt chocked and tears kept falling on her cheecks like rivers..she couldn't bare the place that is so full of sin and except for her dad and brother the whole place was filled with sinners..sins..the whole city may have been disobaying allah..it felt like hell ..it felt like there was no way out..she didn't know what to do..she took the small book of allah from her purse and started reading quietly while leaning towards the wall of the parking..
tears where all over the pages..she kept thinking of allah's wisdom to leave all this wrong be..luckily after a little while her father and brother came with another car to drive back to L.A...
p.s.
to answer a very important question for some;)
i never saw ruby....
i was around way before those people..but i've known that my dad don't like dealing with them either.!!
FUN!!
Well, don't think for a second that devoted people don't have fun...
Infact ..they have the most fun ever..know why??
cause life is full of unsinful kinds of fun and if you realy concentrate on having 7alal fun..the fun will be multiplied..i believe that when you do something bad wrapped up in good..you don't enjoy yourself to the max..cause there's always something nagging in the back of ur mind..most people ignore cause they don't know what it is..it is your consionce saying...i don't feel good about this!!
know how??
if you ever experience spending the day on a private beach or swimming pool with no one there looking at you (if u r a girl)...or make you stare(if u r a boy)..you would enjoy the most amazing feeling of sun,sea,sky and playing with your family ..it would be great..
if you go to a restaurant and concentrate on not ordering forbidden foods or drinks..you will be having a great time....if you go to the park and ride things or get in a roller coaster ,you'll be having so much fun...if you even stay home with your family or friends or wife and play some silly game ,you'll be having fun....i could go on forever setting examples!!
come on let's enjoys allah's blessings and have 7alal fun:):):)
you can even have a few of these and have the yummy fun!!
take one..............
Friday, June 16, 2006
يا له من يوم..
كان المفروض النهار ده يكون زى ايام كثير..احاول فيها انى اعمل حاجه من ولا حاجه..
لكن الحاجه الرائعه جت لغاية عندى..ارزاق!!
اليوم الخميس دائما فيه حلقه من فضل الله..ولو مش عارف يعنى ايه حلقه..زور اصدارات سابقه...:)
و يا سلام على الجمال لما بتكون الحلقه فى بيتى.صدقونى بجد البيت بينور و بيوسع وحاله يشرح القلب..
عملنا المعتاد الحمد لله من سماع كلام الله عز و جل و الوقوف عند احاديث النبى صلى الله عليه و سلم..و لان الاخت اللى كان المفروض تتحدث عن صفات الايمان لم تاتى و طبعا فى الحاله دى تكون صاحبة البيت هى المتحدثه..عادى جدا..و لكن اليوم كان مختلف بالنسبه لى لان كان بيننا ضيفه عزيزه جدا..
جارتى الجديده..
جارتى انجليزيه جت الى مصرمن حوالى شهر و نصف..اسلمت حديثا..و كانت دى اول مره اتعرف بيها
اثناء الجزء الاول من الحلقه..ترجمت احدى الصديقات ما نقرا..و عندما جاء وقت الصفات..كنت اقول شويه بالعربى و شويه بالانجليزى..و لا يمكن ان يتصور احد ما شعرت و انا اتحدث و انظر لها..
اولا..كان هذا رزق كبير من الله احمده عليه..كل مشاعرنا الايمانيه تحركت بشكل عجيب..شعرنا كم نحن فى نعمه كبيره كثيرا من ننساها..اتولدنا نتكلم عربى..بنفهم القران..جاء لنا الاسلام على طبق من قضه..ما تعبنا و لا عانينا ولا ضحينا عشانه..بل كثير نسيناه و فرطنا فيه..و استبدلناه بافكار ثانيه لم تزدنا الا غرابه و انكسار و احيانا ذل..
طبعنا كنا حنتجنن..عايزين نعرف قصتها..كانت زى الفمر فى العبايه و الحجاب..و على استحياء سالتها..قلت لها..كل واحد فينا له قصه عجيبه غريبه عاد بيها لربنا سبحانه و تعالى..فايه قصتك..؟
و بدات تحكى..قالت::
من خمس سنين كان لى اصدقاء من الاردن مسلمين..و كنت اتحاور معهم على النت(فرحت بالظبت كانى اردنيه و على طول فكرت بجيران)..كانوا اثناء الدردشه يقولوا كلمات مثل..انشاء الله..الحمد لله..و احيانا جمل قصيره دينيه للدلاله على شىء ما..فكانت تعجبنى جدا و كنت اطبعها عندى..و كنت لما استفهم عن معناها يشرحوا لى بايجاز..كنت افرح جدا بهذه الكلمات و لا اعرف ليه..
سالناها:هل كنت مسيحيه متدينه؟؟(لان هذا يفسر حبها للكلام عن الله)
قالت:لا ..لم اكن على اى دين..اهلى مسيحيه و انا كنت اعتقد ان بهذا الكون قوة ما تخلق و تقدر و لكن لا اؤمن بشىء..
و بعد فتره من احاديثي مع اصدقائى من الاردن اللى استمر سنوات..اتجهت لطريق سىء و كل الدنيا ضاقت بى و حالى بقى خانقنى..مشاكل و احداث سيئه جدا..و كان وقتها لى صديق مسلم مصرى احدثه من وقت لاخر على النت..حكيت له ما بى و قال لى ..الم يان الاوان ان تتوجهى لله سبحانه حتى ترتاحى من سؤ البعد عنه..
تقول::وقع فى قلبى فورا راحه عجيبه و كانى ارى رحمة الله بعيناى..ذهبت فورا وحدى الى المسجد فى مدينة ويلز و قابلنى الشيخ و قلت له انا عايزه اسلم و بعدها اعرف عن الدين..و فعلا اسلمت و شاركها الفرحه مرتادى المسجد و صديقها المصرى عبر الهاتف..
سالناها:كنتى لوحدك تماما؟؟
قالت :نعم
سالناها:ما خفتيش..بدون اى سند..كل هذا التغيير المفاجىء؟؟
قالت: بالعكس..لم اطمئن فى حياتى مثل هذا اليوم و لبست الحجاب فورا..
طبعا ذهلنا..ايه القوه و الوضوح و التفانى ده..احنا ممكن نرفض او نتردد ان نطيع هذا الفرض سنين..سبحان الله..ذكرتنا بنساء الانصار اللى اول ما سمعوا ان الحجاب اصبح فرض..اختبؤا فى المفارق بين البيوت و قطعن الاقمشه حتى يستترن..
احدى الاخوات سالتها::ما زعلتيش ان شعرك الجميل اتغطى او انك اختلفتى عن الناس فى انجلترا؟؟
قالت::لم اكن ابدا سعيده او مرتاحه قبل ذلك..بل عرفت الراحه وقتها فقط
سللناها:منذ متى و انت مسلمه؟؟
قالت سنتان...و تزوجت.....من؟؟؟..الصديق المصرى ..:)
فلقد ذهب اليها و تزوجا بعد اسلامها بعام و اتت الى مصر معه و مع ابنائها من زواج سابق...اما الجميل ان ابنتها البالغه من العمر خمسة عشر سنه تفكر بجد فى ان تسلم و تريد ارتداء الحجاب...و لما سالتها امها لماذا تريدين ارتداء الحجاب قالت..استحى من نظرات الشباب...
ما هذه الفطره السليمه؟؟
و كيف فقدناها نحن و نحن وسط مجتمعات اسلاميه..كيف يصعب علينا الدين هكذا..كيف فقد كثير من الناس هذا الحياء الفطرى..
ما سمعته اليوم..اكد لى ان الكلمه الطيبه اصلها ثابت و فرعها فى السماء..كما قال النبى صلى الله عليه و سلم..و حاشا لله ان يحتاج كلامه تاكيد..و لكن لنعرف ان كلمه طيبه يراد بها حق تنفع ناس فى اقصى الارض و تكون فى ميزان حسناتنا..
تخيلوا ان التدوين و المشاركه دى ممكن الله يجعلها سبب و تغير حياة بنى ادم و تنقله من الظلام الى النور..
النهارده زاد حبى لموقع جيران جدا...
و زاد اهتمامى و حبى لجيرانى جدا...
و الاثنين بجد...جيران الهنا..:):):)
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Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Believe me,it doesn't need dramatic changes from what you know and lived through,to raise a child with solid grounds..
when allah blesses us with children,we realy get happy and overwhelmed by the bless
among us..we struggel to know how to perfectly feed and nurture and take good care of our baby..
with time so long ahead of us all the preparenting planes that we dreamed about is forgotten and we raise the child on a day to day basis without thinking ahead or re-evaluating our principals and techniques..
that is why we end up having duplicats of both parents with same characters and same faults..
No..we mustn't think that they are our children..we made them..we own them..it's not that at all..
they will grow up and judge you..at least in their hearts..and because it's our responsibility
to raise correctly ,allah will ask and weigh our deeds with them..
wether you're a parent or becoming or want to be one..calculate..plane and aim for only one thing..that you're gonna do your best to make them true,human,strong and successful in life..and to teach them the way to paradise..
it's so strange when we find fathers travel and stay away from their kids and work their bones off just to give his kids enough money to be happy in life..and doesn't think that without quality time and good parenting and setting religious bases within them,they might end up in hell..3eathan bellah..
the world is full of well educated,rich,jeniouses..that don't believe in god and all they did in life will be a waste..
we must know that allah created us only to worship him and any thing else is a way of living during our journey of knowing and worshipping allah..
allah won't ask you what kind of car you bought to your son..but he'll ask you,did you teach him alsunnah..praying..!!
and when it comes to character..you should cherish being arabic..it's your identity..
it's who you are no matter what you do..if you're dressed as a cowboy or a duke..you'll still be an arabian..this is what makes you special..
allah chose the middle east to bring out all religions because they are the center of universe..
Islam is great within it self it doesn't need us to give it value..we need islam to be valuable..teach your kid integraty..make him proud of who he is..despite any flows..
make baby steps to experience that in your life..
you might buy your baby girl ..FULLA..instead of barbie..........
then,you might give your kid the ultimat gift ever...
Monday, June 12, 2006
Well..i have to say that things weren't always that terrible...Sometimes it was just..strange...overwhelming at some occasions.
I remember the first time i went to paris with my father as a teen..it's different ofcourse..cause travelling as a child would bring up answered questions in my mind..but teens feel the answers before learning them..
The seconed i steped out from the plane i realized that the same surrpoundings would be there only limited..
a weired man in his late twenties was waiting for us in the airport..he was moving too much,makeing a fuss about dady's arrival..as if he were the presedent of god knows what..he looked silly,exadurating like that ..
After a couple of hours..the phone rang in dady's hotel room..it seemed strange to me..who would call us that fast..unfortunatly i answered to find the extra-femenin sound of an arabian woman...being cute and freindly asking about my father..the surprise was that he didn't know her..
she was a fannnnnnnnnnnnnnn!
ofcourse the next morning i had another small accident with reality when i saw a couple of girls a little older than i playing around when i went to
iffel tower..they were literly quarter covered......and arabians..!
i wasn't veiled at the time and rather funky but their outfits were outragious as any thing not just arabs..
isaw a lot of artists and important people on this trip..they would gather at a cafe on the champselese...one night i was sitting with my dad when a very old man came over with his family to say hi..i knew that he was a very rich man from saudi arabia..and he was asking my dad to call a very well known artiste to convince her to take only 250 thousand dollars ...i was so curious to know what for..they kept talking for about 10 min. and i was dieing to know...i was more curious when my dad refused politely.to interfere...at last his wife said..well,i will not ask her to sing or dance..the kids just want to take pictures with her on their sister's birthday party..
and i burst in a hesterical laughing case...i just couldn't stop or not show..the man and his family stared at me and my dad was embaressed and saying..what's wrong honey??something must've happened on the street!!
after a minute they were gone....and i said to my father...250 thousand dollars just for photos?!
he said..yes..but she insists on 300..!!
Realy that was it..i knew that it was all fake..worthless..
some people spend their life time to study and work hard and live respectfully and they don't get to do half that amount of money..
humans aren't fair..and when they screw decency and morals and common sense...life is turned upside down...
Back then i wasn't aware that i will meet a different kind of humans that will make me restore faith in decent people again..
Back then i just had to thank allah that my father is not that corrupted..
hhhe never drank or smoked..never thought he was so much..i realy admired his humble soul..he's the kind of man who wouldn't go into fancy restaurants without his driver sitting among us on the same table..talking and laughing with us...
he would always point out the uglyness around him and teach me lessons on how to stay away from all that..he didn't shut my eyes..but made me see the truth...whats behind the scenes...
To be continued...........
Friday, June 09, 2006
As you all can see..i have this counter on my blog that tells me what nationalities checked my blog..
so,a few days ago..i found the israelian flag on the counter..
The first feeling was..yuuk!!
but a second later i thought..who knows..allah yahdi man yasha2..may be a simple word on my blog will be usefull to some one out their..so i would benefit lots of 7asanat..:)
but suddenly i wondered..could it be a palestanian visitor??
when a palestanian visits my blog..which flag will show...palestanian..or israelian?!
The wondering itself broke my heart..and i felt a sharp pain in my heart..
Does the neocounter as a foriegner consider that direction a palastanian..or not..?
and,what does palastanians feel when they visit and find their entry tagged with their enemy's flag..
Within the simpliest issues..lies the injustice of humans..
i know that i can't do anything..but i do feel sorry for my brothers ans sisters who face human evils every day..
May allah save us from ourselves..............ameen
May allah judge us with his mercy and not upon our actions...........ameen
May allah show us truth.....and protect us from all evil............ameen
Thursday, June 08, 2006
I would always be so happy when he takes the kids out and leave me asleep for these extra wonderfull hours..
But that friday i found them dressing up and preparing to go out and for some strange reason i was up and ready in 15 min.dressed and holding my cup of coffee and going with them..
Where to??
i had no idea..he kept driving by the nile which is near by our home..after 10 min.he stoped and i looked to see two or three other cars parking in the same place..i have to tell you that on friday mornings at eight..no one is awake yet..
i stepped out of the car to find the cutest,most lovely scene..
it was a place lower than the street level where small boats parked..we call them (feloka)...the water level was so near you could touch it with your feet and there were two small islands..one on the left and the other on the right..the islands where bordering the tiny harbour..and filled with all kinds of trees and flowers that seem to hug the place ..
very very nice fishermen were in the boats selling their fish quitly and decently that the scene can never be spoiled..
the early morning breaze was so refreshing and birds were flying near by..having their breakfast fresh from the nile..
butterflies with incredable colours ..like orange and white flying over our heads..
it was so fresh,peacefull and quite..i felt like i was into a painting..something poeticly beautifull..an hour passed by and i didn't feel the time and didn't say a word..just filling my senses with what i see and feel..
i felt his hand batting on my shoulder..he was pointing at the island on the right side and said..look..
i could see a small hut near the shore and a feloka attached with a rope..and a very old man preparing the feloka to sail and he looked like he was waiting for someone..then came this well built woman wearing a big 3abaia and a face veil..she stepped into the boat..held the pedal and started rowing..her husband was standing on the front edge of the boat and when they reached half way towards us..he threw the net and she kept turning the boat in circles untill the net were in the propre place..
she rowed to our side of the shore..and after saying asalam 3alaykom to her and she shaking hands with the kids..a very well dressed and neat girl came and got into the feloka with them..again the fisherman's wife went to her island ..waited for a couple of minutes till their daughter changed into something suitable for work..the girl took her father's role of throwing and collecting the net..
my husband turned to me to find my watery eyes..he gave me that nice,understanding,assuring smile and said:this is my dream...this is rich..
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
have you ever had a plain phone call..totaly normal..and after you hang up you feel weired..
you feel as if the friend you were talking too didn't like you so much or have some hard feelings towards you..
you get these strange vibes of discomfort and anxiety..?!
Have you ever been somewhere drinking a cup of coffee..with your friends and you put your cell ohone on the table..and after a few minutes you feel those strange vibes telling you that you should put the phone else where.. now!..but you neglect that vibe and after minutes you loose your phone..?!
have you ever been so much in a hurey and late for an appointment and as you get into your car you think vaguely that you might run out of gas and for some reason you don't look at the gas sign and suddenly your car stops and you find out you are actually out of gas..?!
well ,i think you must've had one of those incedents..
we get the vibe..it's something created in us..something you can't control or be aware of at all time..
allah made us this way ...it's just like a security alarm that we tend to neglect most of the time..
That instinct is in animals too..they can feel upcoming danger..recent presence of earthquakes..and they can sense human adrenaline..
it's allah's way to keep us safe..although we don't benefit that great gift cause we corrupted our instinct by some of our new discoveries and modern life style..
We have limited our abilities to the stage where we surrounded our self with a hi-tech comfortable fence..that is why we tend to malfunction..
scientists say that the energy within one man is enough to provide full power electricity to a small city for a time period of seven days..
imagen the gift and power that allah gave us..what's amazing is that he created us to be the superior kind on earth and gave us such an enormous power and asked us for one thing only...To worship him sob7anaho w ta3ala..as he wishes..as what would please him..and benefit us in life : maitaining sunnah in our lives..
and the reward will be another bless..heavens as wide as the skies and earth..
undescribable gorgeous paradise..
Sunday, June 04, 2006
And i see your true colours shining through
i see your true colours
and that's why i love you
so ,don't be afraid
to let them show
your true colours
true colours
are beautiful like a rainbow
i seem to get some trouble every time i let my true colours show..the varity of colours in our hearts are intemedating for some..
people have certain expectations that they look up to and judge through..but i think that such people miss a lot..they cant enjoy various mentalities..mannaers..beliefs
such things that makes us more open and understanding...it makes us more flexable and tolerant..
it's like a garden..full of different kinds of flowers and plants..with birds and butterflies flying around...in such place you can relax..apreciate life..and in such place you can play ..and feel frre to speak your mind and to let your true colours show...
remember??:
you say tomato..i say TomAto
you say potato..i say potAto
tomato,tomAto
potato,potAto
let's not call the whole thing off....
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Dedicated to neverland...
I was born in a family that is of a strange mix..my father is one of the well known music composers..and so does his family except for one or too exceptions..
my mom 's family is an aristocratic..but she was too simple..the most devoted reader and an idealist..and because water and oil don't mix..there was no future family..
and i was like a bird that had two different wings..it could fly well but strangely..
one wing takes me high above the sky with my mind and soul..and the other is pulling me down to nasty reality.
mom,is a sub angle..my dad was great and differant from his fieled..but yet..stained...
i was taught to use my senses to the maximum and to be aware of various cultures and beliefs..yet i'd face the other side of the moon..and watch the big illusional lapse of morals ever existed..
regarding living sometimes on the other side..BACKSTAGE was shocking to me..cause artists tend to reciete stereotypes to wrapp what they do with silk..they lie and believe the lie..they feel great..they use lines from movies and songs in their own conversations..and believe me reality bites..
values like integrety,honour ,honesty and purity are very rare and not even talked about by the same meaning that we know...
it's perfectly,absloutly normal for people to drink or use drugs or commit adultry..even if few people don't do it..they see it happen every day and don't mind dealing with such people..there's a very very well known songwriter that i know who has to make out with almost most ladysingers in order to feel her so he can write proper songs for her..
most of my life i was only an observer..but i must admitt that despite my moms efforts to raise me unstained..those measurments scrwed my brain..the value was...my artistic general knowledge..traviling abroad..wearing funcky..being hipp..
the final straw was when i met a very very important man who was a novelist and very intellectuale..he was a name that anyone who reads dream about meating him...
i dressed up for the day..i knew he was coming at my father's house for dinner..i had a hundred question and topic..the proud wing was flipping when he arrived..i was shocked..may be because i had some of my mom's idealizm...
he kept giving me nasty looks...and then he started whispering to his friend..this friend is a very big busnissman that i knew all my life..he was asking for alcohol for the writer..my dad didn't have any...he returned and whispered to ask permission to bring the writer's bottel from his car.....
the man couldn't sit down calmly for ten minuets without drinking...
suddenly i had a lightbulb moment...how come he's that intellectual when he is that stupid..i thought..
if he is smart..he would understand that the ultimat treasure that we have is being a muslim and that tells us not to worship anything but allah..not to humiliat ourselves and commit a great fault that drag us to jahelia again..
It is all a myth..a sherade..
they believe the unbelievable...
they think they are big..huge.!!.
fame and money does that to them..
fame and money makes people applause continueously.to them.
so when they strip,kiss,dance halfnaked or write abusivly about religion..they get so selfcentered and call it creation..
no one has the courage to say that om,koulthoum may..just, perhaps be judged and may be punished..just like any other human being...they would kill you..
myths that was created within me was destroyed. now,.i believe in the good within us..the good that was given to us...i don't jugde the book by it's cover anymore..i have to read every page and may quote or may not..
we don't have to listen to other people's openion all the time..every one have to search for his own truth..his own set of rules..his own facts and values..only then we can take full responsibility for our choices..only then we will learn..we will grow up.
i was lucky to know that talent doesn't make you a symbol..an idol..
talent is given to us and we may or may not nurture it...but it doesn't make sense that presidents stand up and applause for an actor that puts makeup and wears red gowns after mid night..
it's wrong...disgustly wrong...
i think i said it with too much grafic.
didn't i tell you..?
reality bites..!
Friday, June 02, 2006
السلام عليكم و رحمة الله و بركاته....
الحمد لله ربنا رزقنى الحلقه هذا الاسبوع ايضا و من فضله على و نعمته اجتمعت باحبائى و جلست بينهم و كانى واحدة منهم،فبالرغم من مرور سنوات و انا بينهم الا انى لم اعتد هذه النعمه لان هذا النوع من البشر حرمت من رؤياه او التعرف عليه معظم حياتى لم اكن لاصدق انهم موجودون لولا ان عاشرتهم ستين طويله..اناس احسبهم على خير و لا ازكيهم على الله..اناس لا اسمع منهم الا خير و لا ارى منهم الا خير و لم يعطونى الا كل خير و محبه ليس ورائها رياء او مصلحه.. و عرفت معهم معنى كلمه كانت غريبه على..عرفت معنى الحب فى الله..
كان لقاء جميل كالعاده و لم يكن هناك موضع قدم..كان يغلف المكان شعور عجيب بالسكن و الطمانينه..كنت اشعر بنقاء و صفاء..اشعر اننى احبهم جدا..حتى من لم اكن اعرفه من الجالسين..كنت اشعر اننى اريد ان يشعر كل الناس بما اشعر به الان..و بدأت اخت لا اعرفها ببيان آداب الجلوس فى حلق الذكر من الآداب الظاهريه مثل الوضؤ و غض البصر و عدم المقاطعه..والآداب الباطنه من احتساب الاجر و الاستعداد للتعلم من كلام الله سبحانه و تعالى و سنة النبى صلى الله عليه و سلم.. ثن بدأت فى القرائه من كتاب رياض الصالحين..عن الايمان و الذكر..ثم فتح الله على انا بالكلام عن صفات الايمان.. و كنت بالرغم من ضعفى و قلة حيلتى اشعر انه شرف لى ان اتكلم و لم اكن لارد هذه الهديه..و تفضل على الله بحوله و قوته ان ذكرنى الانى:
فى صفة اليقين على انع لا اله الا الله
ان الله هو الرزاق لا غيره و القادر لا غيره و لا نافع الا هو ول ضرر الا باذنه و ان اليقين هو الا انشغل بالطلب الا من الله وان اعرف ان فلاحى و نجاحى فى الدنيا و الاخره هو بالايمان الحقيقى بالله..و كما قال نبى الله (ص) ان من كان آخر كلامه لا اله الا الله دخل الجنهو ان ذللك لا يتأتى الا بان يكون عندنا هذا اليقين فى قلبنا و اذا كان موجود لن يؤخرنا شىء عن رضا الله سبحانه و تعالى
و حسن اتباع النبى صلى الله عليه و سلم
قال الله تعالى: "قل ان كنتم تحبون الله فاتبعونى يحببكم الله"
قال سبحانه و تعالى: و ما ينطق عن الهوى ان هو الا وحى يوحى
الصحابه رضوان الله عليهم كانوا يطيعون نبى الله صلى الله عليه و سلم ..و كان الصادق الامين هو الذى بلغنا القرآن وعلمنا الصلاة و كان لنل بشيرا و نذيرا..فهل يعقل ان نؤمن ببعض سنته و نتناسىالبعض الاخر..و هل يمكن ان يكتمل ايماننا الا باتباع السنه على مراد الله سبحانه و تعالى؟
الصلاه ذات الخشوع و الخضوع
الصلاه هى الصله بيننا و بين الله سبحانه و تعالى..فاذا وصلتاها وصلنا..
قال العلماء ان حال الانسان فى الصلاه بين خمس:
تارك الصلاه..هو مجرم يعاقب على تركه..
مؤخر الصلاه..يعاقب على سهوه
المصلى بلا توجه..لا يستفيد من انوارها
المصلى بتوجه..الله يفيده بها و يرزقه بالاسباب
المصلى بالخشوع و الخضوع..الله يرزقه بدون الاسباب
جزاكم الله خيرا و رزقنى و اياكم بصفات الايمان
Thursday, June 01, 2006
I realy don't know how the transformation and the change of heart happened..i only know that he was that big rock star that used to shake the heart of his fans..
and, i sure know that he became the big islamic da3iah in the united kingdom and around the world too..
i don't know how did he change..but i've heared that story about him..
*years ago..yusuf islam was visitin saudi arabia..and he had a saudi friend that wanted to visit several people to call them into islam..
among those people there were two young men that were so into rock music and all the materialistic aspects of the western culture..
so, yusuf and his friend went over to their place..and as he entered he noticed that their bedroom walls were covered with posters of singers and actors..and he couldn't help but notice that his photo of his former self was hanging on the wall as well..
the boys were realy rude..refusing to reason and they wouldn't seem to find the words of faith convincing to them..
and as yusuf islam was refering to the fact that sunnat al nabey(pbuh)is a treasure that arabs should cherish..one of the boys looked down to him and to his gelbab and 3emama and said:do you want us to look like you?!
and sheikh yusuf couldn't stop his tears..and quickly the boys asked:why is he crying??
sheikh yusuf pointed at the photo on the wall
the boys said:oh, that's cat stevens..he's the greatest..
sheikh yusuf said to them...i'm crying because you loved me when i was wearing like devils in the leather pants with bare chest and long sweaty hair and now you detaste me when i looked like mohamad sala allah 3alaih wa salam...
ofcourse i don't need to tell you what that made to the boys and how do they look now...
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among us..we struggel to know how to perfectly feed and nurture and take good care of our baby..
Well..i have to say that things weren't always that terrible...
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