When someone lives peacefully and never sees those curves coming...finding himself trapped in a situation where he has no exit but one…the way out!! It's when new adjustments take place and new feelings control the scene... And when the play starts...and it will eventually start...he has to be the best performer…and the best director… One must shake away all the fears and the tears and hide what ever he has to hide in order to cut the damages... When big turning points occurs. True personality shows...true colors glows...the genuinity rules... When the test begins. One must recall all his life knowledge. Can't claim...I don't know...anymore…because the clock is ticking and the meter is running and what we'll be ruined today can hardly be fixed tomorrow... Yes...we must take full responsibility for every decision we have ever made...but if one turned to be wrong...the rest doesn't have to be… And what Allah forbids doesn't have to be among everything…
كثير من الناس تفكر و تعجب مما يحصل فى كل مكان فى العالم من استهداف للاسلام.. يقولون: كيف و هذا الدين الحق؟؟ كيف يستهان به؟؟ كيف يؤذونه و يمكرون له؟؟ اعزائى..هل نعلم ان كل ما يجرى على الارض و فى الكون هو من صنع الله و فى علم الله و مقدر من الله؟؟ الله هو الأغير على دينه.. الله له الحكمة و الامر.. لا احاول ولن احاول و لن استطيع ان اعرف ما هى حكمة الله سبحانه و تعالى.. كل صاروخ يطلق..يطلق بامر الله و علمه.. كل روح تزهق..تزهق بحول الله و امره.. بهذه الكيفيه و فى هذا الوقت.. اما هذا و ذاك.. فهم اسباب.. من اخطا سيحاسب و من ظلم فهو مبتلى و له اجره ان اعتبر و صبر.. و الدنيا دار ممر و ليست دار مستقر.. الفالح من اتقى و عمل للآخره.. و حسبنا الله و نعم الوكيل على الظالم و المفترى..فان الله هو العدل ذو القوة المتين.. و كل انسان مقدر له نصيب..سياخذه رغم انف كل العالم... مهما اجتمعت عليه الظروف او غلبته قوة الناس او حتى اذا اراد هو غير ذلك.. اذا له نصيب...ستاتى الدنيا له و هى راغمه و ان جرى منها.. و اذا له نصيب..سيصاب و ان عدى بحار العالم هربا منها.. كل مقدر و مكتوب.. ليس لنا الا التقوى و السعى.. و الصبر مفتاح الفرج!!
Last night...on my way home from down town…I drove all the way by the It's amazing at night…with all the lights reflecting on the water... Sparkling like it had a million stars shining on its surface... Its little waves dancing with joy...as if it's happy with all the ships that are passing by...decorated with colors and lights... On the Cornish all the way from ta7reer square to where I live…thousands of people standing...enjoying the happy They don't mind the heat and humidity. I thought!! They are so much happy to think of negative feelings…either enjoying their walk by the And every few meters you'd see the corn man…who makes corn on fire wood...you can smell...that special scent in the air…another boy selling soft drinks...and the typical carriages with the guy in the jilbab calling for his…TERMISSSS…..7AB EL3AZEEEEEEEZ…JJJ Very nice a seen. Very homey feeling… What made me really smile…was the seen of a nooby old man in his huge 3emama walking very very proudly wearing a five times bigger than his size…PINK jilbab !! He looked so sweet and nice…really cheered me up… All my life I've been watching theses scenes...feeling that love in the air… All my life I've wished I could be one of those who enjoyed that simple walk by the Nile…I did it once back in college and it felt amazing…I hated seeing and admiring from my car…or just having a peak as I enter a big hotel by the Nile.. Last night I wished I could stop and go stand next to those wonderful people who are used to finding joy in little things... And as I thought that I saw a big white wedding dress with a groom holding her hand…and I thought…what???Wedding by the That's it!!….I think the most amazing thing about Egyptians that they know how to smile at all time...with what is less than any one would imagine...Egyptians are charming…attractive people and it all comes from the simplicity they have and the sense of humor they tend to force on every situation… We are imperfectionists…but we have great Great Spirit…
Why… -….did they savagely pull the olive trees from their roots?? -…..are they trying to slaughter their history ,legacy and children's food?? -…..they think they're with precious blood when all blood isred?? -…..they pick poor,deprived countries to drop their wastes and drag the bodies of it's kids?? -…..They are so deaf when it comes to stereotyping islam…when all religions are true?? -….Do they want to shut us up..cuff our hands and put chains on our legs?? -….there are still tobacco companies when all the world knows by now they mean to get us addicted?? -….Let money replace the brains ,and stones replace hearts when it comes to standing up for human rights..we are all human!! -…..the world feeds on the sweat of children's labor??
ممكن الانسان يتغير اوى كده فى شهرين؟؟ معقول؟؟ ميه و تمانين درجه؟؟ مشاعر تتفتح.. و احاسيس تموت.. مفاهيم تتغير...ثوابت تتزلزل.. كل ده فى شهرين؟؟ اليوم طعمه يختلف.. الساعه ترجع لورا.. و النظاره البمبى تتشال.. ينفع؟؟ يكتسب حس جديد.. فرح جديد.. و جرح غائر يوصمه طول العمر.. فى شهرين بس!! يبتدى و يخلص.. يبنى احلام على شط جميل ونقطة ميه تهده.. سنين تفقد معناها.. ايه الدنيا دى....ايه البنى آدم ده؟؟ غريب قوى! مش حاسال ليه..لكن بسال ازاى؟ ستين يوم يغيروا الفين يوم؟؟ القوه تدوب فى ضعف.. و الحق يضيع و يغرق فى العسل.. والفهلوه و الذكاء يتحول يبقى احلى غباء.. كل ده فى شهرين؟؟ العقل يفقد معناه..و المنطق يتجنن!! يدى ..و يدى..و يدى و بعدين ياخد على قفاه؟؟ يا نهار ابيض....ها ها ها ها ها يا خرابى!! ها ها ها ها ها هاها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها ها بجد بجد....يستاهل!!
هى الحياه فعلا كده.. حبه فوق و حبه تحت.. شويه الواحد يحس ان الدنيا ضاقت بما رحبت..و شويه تبقى مش سايعاه.. ساعات..ساعات.. و على راى الشاعر.. غريبه..و غريبه..نفس اللى بيفرحنى ما يفرحنى.. و غريبه..نفس اللى بيجرحنى ما يجرحنى.. و الواحد ماشى و خلاص.. كل شىء فى الدنيا بيزيد و بينقص..حتى الايمان..و اللى مش حيبقى فى زياده..حيبقى فى نقصان.. ما فيش حاجه حتستنانا لحد ما ناخدها على مزاجنا...هى الحاجه الحلوه قوى بتيجى فجاه..يا نمد ايدنا فورا يا باى باى!! زيها زى الحاجه الوحشه..تيجى فجاه..و احيانا بالكوم.. عارفين حكاية كناس؟؟ كان فيه واحد سفير..احسن واحد ادا صوره حلوه عن بلده..ما كانتش في اى ازمه تستعصى عليه.. كل الناس كانت بتحترمه و تقدره.. و فى يوم و هو نازل من بيته..وقع و فقد الذاكره...نسى هو مين و رايح فين.. باع هدومه الفاخره عشان يلاقى ياكل..هام على وجهه فى الشوارع.. لغاية ما لقى راجل طيب اخده عنده...قاله: انت من النهارده حتعيش معايا فى العشه دى و حاشغلك معايا.. ايه؟؟ كناس... و بقى السفير يكنس شوارع البلد اللى كان بيمثله... و فى يوم لقى واحد بيقوله :ايه ده سعادة السفير؟؟؟ايه اللى عمل فيك كده..تعالى ..تعالى معايا..السفاره اهه...وراك..معقول انت كناس!!!! بصله السفير بعجب..و قاله : سفارة ايه يا بيه...ايوه انا كناس....و حابب ابقى كالناس!!!! احنا يا جماعه الدين هو اللى بيدينا قيمه..يا جماعه..اعتزوا باسلامكم..و بدينكم...لان ربنا خلانا سفره لدينه بس احنا نسينا.. ربنا قال:"كنتم خير امة اخرجت للناس .."....ليه؟؟؟ قال بقية الايه:"تامرون بالمعروف و تنهون عن المنكر" و المقصود هنا عمل الدعوه اللى النبى كلفنا بيه...احنا ممثلين هذا الدين..ازاى نتحول نبقى العيب الذى يؤخذ على الدين؟؟؟؟ اما انشغالنا الزائد بالدنيا..بيضيع خير كبير اوى علينا و على غيرنا.. و زى ما قالوا..دوام الحال من المحال.. و النبى قال فى حديثه" حق على الله الا يرتفع من الدنيا شىء الا وضعه " او كما قال صلى الله عليه و سلم.. و نطلب التثبيت.. و ارحموا عزيز قوم ذل!!
Silly people make fun of it and find great mockery in bullying someone and keep calling him a wacko!! Around our countries. This science is still a fetus. Saw the light only among mental institutes. Where only crazy people are admitted... But in the west. This kind of therapy is a normal issue…when someone feels down or troubled because of any tragedies or new circumstances affecting him. It is only natural to seek professional help... My advice. Is not to seek it unless you are positive that it's not a lack of faith matter. Cause sometimes being way far from faith causes discomfort and disorders out of guilt. If that was the case…reach out for Allah. Maintain proper praying and quran...then ask for help... Psycho analysis is great in giving tools in letting one know how to deal with himself better. How to acknowledge his needs and faults and deal with them. How to seek direct answers. And confront it and others... It is great in pointing ways to deal with past circumstances...and accept life as it is and search inside for true skills... Open up your mind and welcome a great healing process...only if god forbids you ever need it...
Back grounds. Lovely sounds... Happy faces...flying rice... It is nice...all is nice... A thousand roses stand in lines... In my hand. A holding hand... Feeling numb but...i will stand... Say the word. Grin and grin... But for god…why feel like sin? Braid all light into my heart... Now I'm starting from the start... Now I'm leaving another part... Never meant to say her name... Never meant to fit her frame... Never meant to burn her flame... Never meant for her to claim... My heart. Will never be the same!!
كل واحد فى الدنيا دى مهما يدور مهما يلف... مهما زاد او قل سنه..فيه فى حياته نقطة ضعف.. كلمتين باين كتبهم بهاء..برضو!! بس..صحيح.. ايه نقطة ضعفك..و ضعفى...و ضعفه و ضعفها؟؟؟؟؟ كل واحد عنده حاجه.... فى واحد يبيع ابوه عشان الفلوس... وواحد بيحب الروقان و مش عايز يعيش اصلا..فبيتوه.. وواحد الانا عنده زايده حبتين..و عايزه تعلا و تعلا و تعلا... وواحد متسلق فلازم يطاطى يطاطى يطاطى... وواحد العيال... وواحد الستات... وواحد..وواحد...وواحد... كله عنده حاجه كسراه و ركباه و ممشياه.. مين بقى..رضا الله هواه.. و الجنه عشقه و منتهاه... و السنه فى حياته ما لها..مدى.. و شوية ايمان قد كل الحياه.. مين؟؟؟
The peace maker… Attached with expectations...desires and you're wildest dreams… It's your own time machine. And what ignites the rocket… It's your nirvana…the paradise in you…the window of your mind… It's that white cloud that would take you up above...beyond rainbows and sun rays... Imagin...let go...live the dream...want all heavens... Claim your own cotton cloud. Your place in space... The rivers that will tickle your toes… The pearl that will wrap you up… Imagination… Imagine…give your ordinary senses a break…
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —
And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone —
Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still —
From the torrent, or the fountain —
From the red cliff of the mountain —
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold —
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by —
From the thunder, and the storm —
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view —
IT revives the heart…breaks the heart or maintains the heart... It's a sign of selfishness...a sign of low self esteem or a sign of passion. We should be flattered by it...crazy...or cocky... We should hide it, Be cool with it or brag about it... To be or not to be…..jealous!! It makes young people grow old and mature people act like a five year old!! When it doesn't exist…a whole set of feelings must be dead... When it does exist, it alerts the whole feeling set... What is love and living without it...? And how do we live with it?? It requires a skill...intelligence...honesty and decency...to enjoy it. We shouldn't want all...we should like one...and if that hits right...then jealousy glows to enthusiasm... Jealousy is what men are... Jealousy is what women fear...for real... Its genuine humanity...its true feelings...It drives some crazy...but the smart manages to keep his sanity... Who wouldn't appreciate it?? A free lancer...a hunter who lives and wants to be hunted... To be or not to be…jealous!! 
My bro. Al-hajeji...got me thinking about this... When we decide that we want to live differently…with different standards and scales. We force ourselves to see things in a very special way... We might be on the contrary of the whole world...or the society around us...But we know deep inside that our choice is the greatest...yet people manage to get to us...to shake our basis...life doesn't like extraordinary very much…people want what is common and convenient.. That is so general...right??!! Let us try to be more specific...MONEY... When it comes to money...people are slaves...of money and sometimes of people who own it...I've seen that most of my life and it actually got me sick… We call them A class people…and the A goes for whoever has more than a million up till several billions...And I've seen those too...Well I won't write again about them...no...I'll write about precious people with more treasures than any amount of millions… And to set the right scale...i have to quote from the famous story that was mentioned in the quran… Surat...3abas:" The prophet (PBUH) had what was higher than great manners...Allah (SWT) said so…and the prophet was so kind and loving that he really lived his life with a main purpose...he wanted to save his people and take them towards the light of Islam...he wanted to guide them away from worshipping statues and into worshipping Allah the almighty. And he was always busy working for that.so one day he managed to gather some of the "A_ CLaSS" people of mecca...and finally got to have a chance to talk to them about Islam…When at the same time there was a poor Muslim blind and old man who was searching for the prophet from one place to another because he wanted to learn more about Islam and loved to hear the prophet..He loved clearing and purifying his heart from the prophet's words. Finally he found him in meeting with the high class people…the prophet (PBUH) slightly frowned and thought: no ya Abdullah ibn maktoum...not now…he didn't say it...he only felt that this man is already a Muslim and that he wanted to concentrate with the others whom will be a great asset in attracting more people towards Islam if they became ones……. So. What happened??? ALLAH…GAVE US THIS GREAT SURA OF THE QURAN TO TEACH USTHE RIGHT SCALE… And for the first and only time in all the quran...he blamed the prophet (PBUH) AND TOLD HIM….NO…FOR THE FIRST AND ONLY TIME!! Allah sob7anaho said in the meaning of the aya:Do you concentrate with the ones who don't want your religion and neglect who came to you for purification…NO...This is a reminder… So this blind old poor man was better in Allah's scale than the A-class people from And in a prophet's saying… (PBUH) said…it could be the prayers of a dusty, uncombed man that Allah wouldn't refuse!! So…money is a way. A tool to make things better. For us and for others… But it's not a goal nor a standard…it won't make you a better man…and if all people bow to your money that would worth nothing if you had a crooked heart… "الله يعطى الدنيا لمن يحب و من لا يحب..و لكن لا يعطى الدين الا لمن يحب " 
I don't know about other Arab countries... I'm only gonna talk about The social system sucks...really...we have that weird idea about the sequence of living... Where...men are expected to be men after they finish college..!!!! And women are expected to be women after they get married!!!!! Families...most of them...think that education is a great difficult task and that the boy is still a boy even when he turn 21 or 22..up until he finishes his education...then he becomes a man project until he gets proper work then try to get married..So when that happens most men turn 28 and sometimes 30 something before they even start to be a man...and the result is…massive irresponsibility…childish acts…failing to excel in any career…besides that he is not used to working and having to make an effort so..He gets grumpy and he'd have a hard time coping with supervision... Sorry...but to me...I think that a man becomes a man way earlier than that...we must build a character...he might be a child yet you could fill him up with manhood...having chores and rewards for them build the sense of accomplishment…and encouraging young men to have there own dreams …and that is when excelling starts..Most successful men started their dream in an early age... Pursuing that dream would take hard work and interactions with people...learning social skills…and if we set our minds to rooting him with religion...then it'd be most likely that we are gonna have true men before he goes to college!! And only that character is allowed to get married early. And save him self from infatuations... As for girls…you would want to marry such a man... Only if you know the simple truth about your femeninaty...your needs your instinct... You are the basis of a great building... Women should be raised to cherish their role…to appreciate that Allah gave her rights...more than any human laws could give her...that her mind is a treasure. That she shouldn't let anyone or thing devalue her or patronize her... Our education is crutial...but educating a mind needs more work than ordinary education...needs of you to devotedly respect your self and your being... You must know how to treat your husband...cause rebel or not you want it and you want your babies...you must know how to feed them...how to run your home...how to be his friend and mom and wife… Too bad not all men are lucky enough to enjoy such marriages...sometimes they have stupid wives...and sometimes they are so stupid to appreciate!! Please let us all be men…true men…NOW!!
I read the book...although the whole idea is not tempting... She is an actress so what is it that she has to say in a book???!!!!! That would be the normal thought…but the fact is...she is every one...in a way... I related to the idea...the book is called" burnt toast "...and unless you're a mom you won't know what that means... It means…mothers…ordinary mothers who find themselves having the burnt toast and giving the great golden ones to their kids... That is almost every mom...when we choose...we choose what's best for our kids...i know...one would ask...why not throw the burned ones away and share the good?! I honestly don't know. But I think it's an extra act of love. As if we're declaring full loyalty and the will to sacrifice... Some times having the burnt toast is fulfilling...satisfying...we like to give and over do it. In the book she talked about another serious matter…Child molestation… She was abused as a child...it was her uncle and that left her scared forever...damaged her soul as she always thought that it was her fault!! That same uncle after decades did the same thing to another girl and that made her kill herself...Teri...couragously turned him in...She testified against him and he was put in prison for life I guess that's what abusers do...they make one feel guilty...even though they are the ones who're guilty...they make them believe it's o.k..then put all the guilt on them to keep them around for the lom And those abusers are very smart...they are usually relatives or close friends to the family…they are usually the least one anyone can think that of!! But they are monsters...beasts...waiting around some hidden dark corner to ruin someone's life and corrupt some innocent soul…They should be so burned in hell and life...they are ruled by daemons and they lost their humanity long ago…psychiatrists said that they are mostly abused themselves as children…well…THEN they should've known better!!! But regarding anyone who has had this unfortunate incident in his life…I say this… It is not your fault…you shouldn't feel guilty. As bad as it hurts. You shall find healing in Allah's hands…he can mend that broken soul and sooth that troubled heart... Allah would accept anyone. Who ever did anything…we may not think that we are worth it. But Allah is the generous. He has the mercy that should wrap u up in light... Reach for Allah and you'll be guided...ask Allah to take the pain away...to take the memory away...and help others realize that taboo... WE should educate our kids rather than living as if there is nothing wrong in this world. We should talk to them with an open mind. We should expand this narrow heart of ours so it can contain them. And the world within it... We should continuously ask Allah to guard them and keep them safe... We should try to fear Allah, More and more and more and more……
و حياة عيونك عندى لو جيت تترجى ودى ما تلاقى دموع..ما تلاقى دموع ما تلاقى رعشة يدى و حياة الحب اللى بكيته و حياة الشعر اللى حكيته اللى كذبته و عصيته و حياتك ما تلاقى دموع و حياة القمر ال كان بايت فى حضنى و تاه..اصبح شارد و الحلم اللى فى قلبى قايد و حياتك ما تلاقى دموع لو فاكره ضعف حاقول قوه و حاشيل سكينك من جوه قلبى المجروح طاب هو و حياتك ما تلاقى دموع
No other president was as loved or respected or looked up to. Prior to 1952 the year of the Egyptian revoloution... The power of the king who was drowned to his ears in partying and the power of the English colonization to Egyptians hated every ounce of that situation and along the years they united their lines into on big NO to the situation where the country was taken by some royalties or royalty's friends. Who divided the land among them and divided ranks too... The ordinary Egyptian man was either working for them or serving them...Egyptians didn't own anything in their country...yet suffered hell from these arrogant families. The officers in the army and military forces. Hated that as well and were able to collect them selves into a movement called. Free officers. Among these were gamal abd elnasser...All his colleagues praised how strong, smart, rebellious and devoted he was to his country and freedom... They made the revolution on 23 of May 1952...and We tasted dignity. And will power... Gamal abd elnasser was the second president after the revoloution...he was a true leader...his personality was dominating yet he was a kind man... He was attacked internally by lots of people because he was a communist. From Islamic parties to who were left from the kingdom era? To some of his own colleagues. He made historical utterly changes that affected Building the high dam…nationalizing And again let me tell you that among ordinary Egyptians he was loved dearly by every single one of them... He never thought of the Arabic situation as far from the Egyptian. He fought with alyaman... Unfortunately he was fighting too many battles on too many battle fields... Inside Externally. He fought After we were beaten in 1967 war. He was sad to the bone and declared full responsibility for the defeat that took place...the whole country was sad and frustrated... And things started to take a new turn. Where some of his colleagues started to be against him. Plotting and planning to set him aside... All historic witnesses said that he planed the October war ahead and the plan was almost finished before he died... Some say he died because someone poisoned him. And some say he died because of the famous deal on selling Any way. But until this day. Egyptians hold his name and pictures when they demonstrate to say NO. To the government... We love him. And see him as one of few decent Arab leaders ever known to history... 

السلام عليكم.. كيف الحال يا شباب؟؟ ايه الاخبار؟؟ طيب ..ان شاء الله انهارده حاحاول ابدا موضوع بسيط التجويد ده!! انا زى ناس كتير كنت فاكره الموضوع صعب..خصوصا ان المدارس المصريه مش بتعلم عربى كويس.. لكن الحمد لله ربنا رزقنى سيده فاضله احسبها على خير..علمتنى شويه معقولين فقلت اشارك الخير ده مع حبايبى المدونين ممن يرغبJ عشان الحرف الممدود ده كنز!! فمثلا..آ..الممدوده..بالعلامه دى ~ فوقها..بتنطق باربع حركات..طيب ايه هى الحركه؟؟ هى مد نطق الحرف لمدة ثانيه..يعنى كلمة : السمآء..نتطق السمااااء..ويمكن ان تعد على الاصابع..بعد اربع ثوانى من النطق المتواصل للالف..و بيجى مد الالف ده لما يكون بعده همز..ء.. كما ان حروف ..الالف و الياء و الواو فى آخر كلمه من كل آيه و يكون موضعها الحرف ما قبل الاخير..تمد مقام حركتين..بنفس الطريقه السابقه.. مثال::بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم::" عمَ يتسآءلون " الالف الممدوده فى يتسآءلون..تمد باربع حركات..و الواو فى آخر الكلمه تمد حركتين..فتنطق كالتالى..يتسآآآآءلوون. الظريف جدا فى الموضوع ده..ان كل حركة مد بمقام تلاوة حرف من القرآن..يعنى الالف لو مدناها ناخد عليها حسنات مقام اربع حروف..يعنى الالف الممدوده باربعين حسنه..ايه رايكم؟؟ مش كنز؟؟
I finally found someone... Who can be my son's hero for this day and age... I finally found some one to look up to...to reinforce my sense of power...my sense of strength...my sense of freedom and true humanity in Islam... Hasan...i found you some one...and his name is hasan too... Look at the character that pins you in place when he talks...look at the intelligence glowing from his eyes...see how organized his thoughts are..how he puts amazing sentences together. See that will power. I want you to have that…cherish your dignity and never sell your religion...sacrefice your life to defend your right to be free... Be the leader that all people deprive now... Have the faith that gives you the power to stand against the wild wind solidly... He has mercy...don't mistake that...he said... we are the owners of love, passion, tenderness and compassion... He said. But we are tough and won't be beaten. We won't be betrayed to loose our own identity... Ahh ya hasan...i'm glad I finally found someone to make you feel honored you're an Arab...to never make you wish you were one of them nor be their slave.. I found you someone...a leader in the time when there are no leaders...a Muslim...who never found his ideas far from Islam...who never related liberty far from religious dedication...who never needed to go left or right for answers. Cause he had them from Allah... I'm happy for you my son…you're gonna have some one...Who can't be bought Who won't retreat nor surrender... I want you to be a man…THE MAN, like hasan nasr Allah.
I KNOW MOST PEOPLE WOULD DISAGREE WITH ME...BUT...MAYBE THAT'S WHY I'M WRITING IT IN THE FIRST PLACE,.I MISS SOME ACTION;) As most of you know...i was born into music!! My dad welcomed me to the world with a song...actually, I'm smiling know that I remember itJJ I inherited his musical genes along with some other things. I thought music,ate it and drank it...Absorbed every tune that I ever heard...blues...jazz...hip...se3edy...pop.old new...it didn't matter I could find amazing soul in each and every one. Being among the musical factory made it attach even more...i went through the whole process from the words till composing them and recording it...yet I was never able to see the trick in the whole thing. Coming up with the right tunes made me dizzy... it's beauty is always amazing...seeing song writers use words as threads of silk was astonishing. To see all this talent in one place...at studios I'd see instrument players that are so so good and highly respected... Yet music to me was always like drugs!!..i get all emotions and dreams from it..It's the interpreter of what I feel and I'm its reaction!! After my blessings of knowing how religion soothes ones soul and comfort the troubled heart. I started to feel funny about music. I started to feel something is wrong with me... I had no idea that it's 7aram or makrooh or anything..i never heard before that religion talked about music.. But one day I was in the car with my dad..and he wanted to know what I thought about a recent romantic song he composed..you can imagine ofcourse what kind of sound system he had in the car…the melody and lyrics penetrated every single cell in me…the words were so so sweet and romantic..he did an amazingly loving melody that made my eyes water…and it hit me!!! They are fooling people!!! Dad isn't that sensitive with love!! The writer which was a good friend of mine,has nothing to do with these words!! He's actually in and out of affairs all the time...i've seen how he talks about women..joy puppets!! What is that?? I thought…how can they sell us this illusion..do men really love this way?? Do they hear the breeze sighing when it passes through her hair?! Do they really love her smile and need no touch!! I was convinced then that they are selling illusion to people…people hungry for affection and aren't able to get it in reality so they dream of it with songs.. Men like it cause it moves them and expresses how they are moved..which is great for them because all the girls, who are fools by the way, would believe that men loves them like fadl shaker or think that she is the most beautiful in the universe like saber!! Music sometimes can be ..el7aga elasfara elly wa7ed momken yeshrabha lewa7da 3ashan yed7ak 3aleeha!! Just like old Arabic movies!! Funny but true.. It is like a consperecy...and song makers are actually making a great living plotting it... And let me tell you this...the music business doesn't stop at that! It affects and leads to more serious damage. It's when the lady singer appears half naked to sell her record. When it is used in night clubs for dancing and drinking…most artists do drugs. And I'm not exaggerating. Thank Allah that my dad is into sweets!! Seeing an artist stoned is common. If you're interested in music You'd know that most pop and rock stars get high before any concert...It becomes so normal that we won't find it rebelling in time...we loose the right scale.. And please reconsider when u listen to sting or seal or even Michael Bolton. No one loves this way..so, save the tears and heart ache.. Even drama songs that scratch And do you really need heshek beshek to celebrate?? It's just customs..social traditions..when infact all this music leads to that every one attending the wedding is looking for a mate..just like African tribes do!! May be some people take songs as entertainment and don't allow it to make much influence on them…I guess these are fortunate people..really lucky… Cause until this day I find it very difficult to shut my ears when I happen to hear it not to mention what is stuck in my head till this day.addictive it is!!. Actually now I think of it as part of whom I was...but part of what messes me up... I try to stick to what's in my memory for some fun... "Killing me softly with his song!!"
I guess it's a creature within the creatures that we are... In it we survive and by it we're alive.. It loves and we're sensing and revived again.. It fears from the unknown..the powerful..it fears from hurt!! It hurts and aches so we can run for cover and ask for help. It understands..who said we understand by brains??!! No we don't..we comprehend by the heart and analyse by the brain…asl el fahm da mesh 3ayez zaka2!! You can find an uneducated badawe understands Allah and life more than a scientist in NASA...because Allah is greater and more merciful than we could ever imagine...he made humans believe his existence and power by their hearts...so he can be in everyone's heart without interference... Hearts are amazing. It could love deeply in war time. Think of soldiers. facing death every second but still they even love more than anybody else. They love their religion and fight for it. their land. their families and their wives Hearts can't stop pounding with love. With life. No matter what... We can't control it how ever we try. We just can't. It leads its own path. We can be hard and controlling on the actions but not the master...not the heart. They say: That civilization started when man postponed or regulated his needs. That's what brains are for. Along our life journey to complete faith...we intersect with what hearts dictates...sometimes fight...it is when we awake to the fact that we are holding the matter...our heart is the master...but we are regulating it's beat… And our prophet said (PBUH): "Who loves for Allah, dislike for Allah, give for Allah and takes for Allah? Completes his faith" We should love for Allah. At least try to...expose ourselves to what Allah loves and try to love it...life will taste differently...living and existing will have a different meaning. We shouldn't worry about the master. Cause he will rule. But we will rule too.
Now..i want to renew my vows..i want to say why i want to reamain.." THE CALLER" not anything else.. DOES THAT MEAN I AM AN ANGEL?? My call is not for muslims only,nor for other than that..my call is for every one to be true muslims..wether they are muslims or not.. It is when we forget the goal we loose our way..if i leave allah's love and security and purity for any other creature's giving..i would only get humiliation.. ""من ارضى الله بسخط الناس رضى الله عليه و ارضى عليه الناس و من ارضى الناس بسخط الله سخط الله عليه و اسخط عليه الناس"" "من ابتغى العزه فى غير دين الله اذله الله" الله هو العزيز ذو الرحمه..الواحد لو عرف الله حق معرفه لما سال انسان ملح الطعام.. سامحونى للتطويل
I envy myself that i'm blessed with friends like you..a place at jeeran..this wonderful, cosey,warm community.
I am back because of allah's blessings to me and because of ur generous and loyal friendship..
Non of you had to care or had to say one word of what has been said for the last couple of days..it is allah's mercy to me in the hardest time.
The caller to me means..some one calling for what they think will save all souls..what will minimize all worldly damage.
calling for allah because i believe it's the most worthy thing that any human could do in his life..
waaaaaaaaaaay no..nor a saint..nor a sheikha monazaha..nor a faqiha..nor anything that would make me other than any second human being passing in the street..
All the previous posts announced that..all my backstages declared that..from day one i wanted to make sure that i'm not some one who thinks he's good so he calls others to his high tower..no..may be i'm the worst but calling for what i hope for.
i revealed a lot about myself because i wanted this to be clear..i wanted to have a family here as i have home..friends like my calling friends..poeple who care enough to share and affect eachother..
who care so much for each other that we no longer think individually..but together..we want to make it together..think out loud..purify..may be sin and learn from it how to be more pure..how to think staright..how to mend what's inside..and love each other.
islam to me is the spirit that turns humans on earth to humans in paradise..and there is no one on this earth that i don't wish that for..BUT..i'm doing this originally for me..so i could earn that..be that..transform into that.no one can be better alone..no one.
And when allah loves someone he doesn't let him find that some where else..he might keep strengthening the hurt to make him wake up..
allah loves us..and with testing us he wants us closer.
النبى صلى الله عليه و سلم قال فى معنى الحديث:
سيدنا عمر رضى الله عنه قال:
ربنا عزيز و يغار ان ينشغل العبد بغيره و ان يعصيه و هو رازقه و كافيه.
و مهما عرفت و اتعلمت مش هتعلم الا لما ابتلى و ساعتها اعرف ازاى اقوم تانى و احمى نفسى من اعدائى..
الشيطان يعدكم الفقر
و اللى حيتبع هوى النفس لن ينجو...ربنا خلق الانسان ارقى المخلوقات..عشان روحه..الروح التى هى من امر ربى..ازاى احنا نهينها و نستهين بيها؟؟
و الدنيا لعب و لهو..مش لازم الواحد يبقى عنده كل حاجه..مش لازم..اللى لازم هو انه يصبر شويه عشان ينال الجنه..اللى لازم ان يبقى قادر يقول لأ..لما يحس ان شهواته حتذله..
الكيس من دان نفسه و عمل لما بعد الموت
و مهما الواحد نسى او بعد او زل ربنا رحييييييم ما فى رحيم غيره..و توقع الرحمه و المحبه وانتظارها من الناس زياده فى البعد و تطويل للعذاب..
الله يغفر لنا و لو بلغت ذنوبنا عنان السماء و لا يبالى لانه الكريم.. الكرييم
و من كرمه ان الانسان يعمل حتى ينال الدرجه من حب الله و منزله فى الجنه لكن عشان رحمة ربنا تسع كل شىء..حندخل الجنه برحمته مش باعمالنا..
لكن من يستحق رحمة الله؟؟
بس،اللى فى قلبه رحمه!!
هى دى النعمه اللى مش ممكن حد يقدر يديها لحد..
انما الرحمان الرحيم هو الله
المشكله بتحصل لما الواحد يلتزم تماما و بعدين يرتاح على وضعه و ينسى ان حتى سيدنا ابو بكر رضى الله عنه قال فى معنى حديثه: لو كانت قدمه فى الجنه و الاخرى خارجها لما امن مكر الله.
و الحمد لله على كل حال
حابدا تانى و كانى ببدا من الاول مشوار دعوة الخير لى و للناس كلها
و ان شاء الله بعد سنين لو لى عمر..افتكر الايام دى و احمد الله على كل حال
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