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There is no Prefixes to the word Muslim a journey in the meaning of words

May 10th, 2013, posted in MESSAGEs, POEtRY.., Sufism
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Are You a Muslim?

Who are you to say I am a Muslim?

Who am I to say I am a Muslim?

I want such declaration to come from

No one but Hu, no one but Hu, no one but Hu...
If you meet my soul, perhaps you may believe him,

But I want to hear it from Hu Himself, from Hu Himself, from Hu Himself…

I find it most amusing to hear people speak,

“Oh… I am Muslim!” and “Oh… he is not a Muslim!”

When the light of their knowledge is barely a flicker

In the cosmic chasm of their manners,

Go on… name your country Islamic!

Name your company Islamic!

Name your trade and your title Islamic!

Name your book Islamic…

For Allah Almighty loves a challenge!

Oh Lord! I am cowering in my sickness,

I am hiding in a mousehole in the plain of my soul,

For I am not worthy to be there, to be here, to be anywhere

Where the where is without You!

Oh Allah the Just! Oh Allah the Wise!

You have given humanity Islam,

And now they think they deserve Islam!?

I am prepared to laugh now,

But all I do every day is cry

And I don’t even know why…

Oh God

I don’t even know why…

…………………………
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Good Manners Melt A Hard Heart

May 3rd, 2013, posted in Islam, Islamic Teachings, MESSAGEs, Saying Of Hazrat Ali ( A.S ), Saying Of Holy Prophet ( P.B.U.H), Sufism
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Before Its Too Late

April 30th, 2013, posted in Ink On PAPER, PAKiSTAN, Scarface'S DIARY
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Conceived, as nothing but a mass of cells.
Growing everyday inside the mother, the feeling of joy that parents feel, when they think about their little baby boy, when the mother couldn’t sleep because of him, never did complain.
When the father had hectic days but still a smile on his face every time he thought about his son , and then , after nine months ,  a beautiful baby boy ready to take on the world with his angel like smile and fragile body.
The joy that his first step brought, the feeling of your own self being conserved in your son and the never ending father-son emotional moments.
The mother’s cry when her son got ill and the father’s fury at someone who hurt him.
The bundles of love he would get every now and then, and the apple of her elder sister’s eyes.
Grows up to be a perfect school boy, playing, growing every day.
The pride on his parents face, the feeling of joy brought about by those innocent questions.
Enters university for his professional education, seeing new people, inspiring some and loving others.
Finds the perfect girl to hold his hand.
And out of nowhere.
– Gun to his temple, Hands in his pockets.
Nothing found from him , so shoot , shoot and run like you’ve no soul , no conscience and no respect for the human life.
Lying there bleeding , nothing but a mass of cells.
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* Dedicated to all the sons of this soil , who’ve lost their lives to the terrorism , to the politically organized crimes , and to the self righteous bastards that rule our country. Respect , yourself and others , before its too late *
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So Persevere, Sunshine. Have Hope Always

April 29th, 2013, posted in MESSAGEs, Sufism
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There are many things we cry over, and there are many things that sends a chill into our heart. Death and illnesses, poverty and bankruptcies – these are the stuffs that will turn our day grey, as we sigh “Oh dear me…”

In our conversation last night, Heche said that “Well, you gotta learn how to swing the bat every time God throws you a curve ball.”

“Well, I don’t want to play baseball with God. He plays mean!” I protested.

But of course, we have no choice in the matter. We have all the choices in the world, but not this one. And of course, God doesn’t play mean. He lets me off so many times that I cannot even count.

In fact God has rigged the game for us to win. But to win, we must win over something – Which is to conquer our tears and our fears, and be that person God knows we can be, if only we would persevere.

So persevere, sunshine.
Have hope always.

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Everyone Brings His Own Fire

April 26th, 2013, posted in COMiCS, Sufism
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