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Reminiscing or daydreaming?
October 7, 2008

     Reminiscing or was I daydreaming? Was I reflecting back to what had occurred in the past or was I creating new mental facts? Was I allowing my memory to connect back to my conscious like rivers connecting to open seas or was I really guilty of over flowing the banks that hold my imagination intact, and had I finally allowed my mind to run wild on me? Perhaps the later is more appropriate and whatever the case be, it all reminds me as to how I met her. How, a day amongst the days which have come and gone, my gaze fell upon her gaze and my soul, which had kept to itself, jumped from our strict boundaries to meet her soul leading to soul touching soul. It was a meeting of two different worlds, the past and the future, the living and the dead, a meeting that took place but according to history, it hasn’t but it has and only the blindness of history had prevented it from recording its actual existence. Place much value into my words as I declare, the meeting was as real as living life or breathing in the fresh fall air. Such a meeting between the two formerly trapped souls had caused the world, which previously appeared to be an evil place for its harboring of evil of criminals and souls, to appear to be a place for eternal peace, somewhat like the heavens which Allah has described in countless verses in the Quran.    
    
     I call my meeting her a complete coincidence but when I visited my teacher, or should I call him my poetic reciter; upon revealing to him the events of what took place, how I came to find the individual I have been searching for – for some time, he turned down my “it was a complete coincidence” claim inexchange for his, ‘it was qadar wa qada’. Qadar wa Qada? Of course it was Qadar wa Qada and as my gaze met her gaze, words became pearls. Silence upon silence. The world froze and the birds that had been flying freely, landed immediately upon tree branches and all watched very closely as to what would happen next. She spoke and you wouldn’t believe what she said – she said….
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

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Did You know!
June 10, 2008

Did you know….

1) Many years ago in Scotland , a new game was invented. It was ruled
‘Gentlemen Only…Ladies Forbidden’…and thus the word GOLF entered into the English language.

2) The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime time TV were Fred and Wilma Flintstone.

3) (Generally speaking) Men can read smaller print more than women can and women can hear better.

4) Coca-Cola was originally green

5) It is impossible to lick your elbow ( I said, IMPOSSIBLE).

6) The State with the highest percentage of people who walk to work: Alaska

7) The cost of raising a medium-size dog to the age of eleven: $ 16,400

8 ) The average number of people airborne over the U.S. in any given hour: 61,000

9) The first novel ever written on a typewriter: Tom Sawyer

10) At least 75% of people who read point 5 will try to lick their elbows!

11) In Shakespeare’s time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes. When you pulled on the ropes the mattress tightened, making the bed firmer to sleep on. Hence the phrase……… ‘goodnight, sleep tight.’

12) Question: Which day are there more collect calls than any other day of the year? Answer: Father’s Day

13) Question: What is the only food that doesn’t spoil? Answer: Honey

14) 111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321

15) If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle. If the horse has one front leg in the air the person died as a result of wounds received in battle. If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes.

16) Question: What do bulletproof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers, and laser
printers and White-Out, all have in common?
Answer: All were invented by women.

17) It was the accepted practice in Babylon 4,000 years ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride’s father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer and because their calendar was lunar based, this period was called the honey month, which we know today as the honeymoon.

Believe it or not, you can actually read the following paragraph….

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn’t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey
lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh?

You know you’re living in the year 2008 when…

1. You accidentally enter your PIN on the microwave.

2. You haven’t played solitaire with real cards in years.

3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of three.

4. You text the person who is sitting a few seats down from you while you’re both in class.

5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don’t have e-mail addresses.

6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.

7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen

8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn’t even have the first 20 or so years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.

10. You get up in the morning and go on line before you do anything else.

11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile.

12. You’re reading this and nodding and laughing.

13. Even worse, you know exactly who of your friends should read this post because it relates to them in so many ways.

14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on the list.

15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn’t a #9 on the list.

18 Seconds
June 4, 2008

64-64 with 18 seconds left in the game. My team calls a timeout and quickly they huddle together in order to draw out the perfect game winning play. I stand amongst them quiet with my gaze starring off into the empty court. I sought to find my first love; her name, Spalding. We met about 14 years ago and it was love at first sight. A connection that could build bridges between committed enemies and the foundation for my love of Spalding was built upon trust and passion. I needed her. I wanted her. I patrolled the empty court with my gaze seeking to find her whereabouts. I found her in the hands of a foreign man and I became outraged. I grew angry, for when I love someone, I seek to protect them and keep them close to myself.

 

In the silence of the moment, despite the loud cheers of fans and the rough voice of team-mate who drowned the voices of others, I looked towards my love and spoke to her in our language. I asked, “my love, are you betraying our contract even as I stand in your presence?”. Quickly she sought refuge from my acquisitions and reaffirmed for me her commitment to our treaty. She said, “come for me” and I responded, “in a few seconds, I will be with you”. I redirected my focus on my team-mates and I asked for my Spalding. I told them, “it is I who will bring you victory. O my team-mates, don’t you worry”. We ended the huddle and retook our positions on the court. I kept my gaze on Spalding and she asked, “will you not allow me to find security in the comfort of your hands?” I reassured her in due time my love, we will be together. My team-mate in bounded Spalding and she found her place of desire; my hands. I wrapped my palms and fingers around her and held her close to my chest. I wanted her to hear the acceleration of my heart beat at that exact moment when she found her castle known as my chest. I asked, “baby can I have this dance..?” and she said, “O my love, take me where you intend”. I put her gently on the ground, directed her through my legs going left and back through my right, as I kept my communication with her throughout the process. I shook the defender, glanced at the clock and I knew time was up against us.

 

Ten seconds remaining and I needed to stop dancing so I stated, “baby, I’m going to take you to the rack. Drive you home like it’s the ninth inning of the World Series.” She said, “be gentle, don’t you be rough on me. Just pull-up and release me with confidence”.

 

          Seven seconds left, I set my mind on a move that will clinch the game. I said, “Spalding, baby…I don’t wanna let you go but I promise I’ll be smooth with my stroke and my release point will be just right”. She said, “do what you got to do and inshAllah you will find me to be among the patient”. So I focused my attention on the basket, with my mind on the game and my heart on my Spalding, I faked left, went right and with just three seconds left on the clock, I stepped back and I released my Spalding and watched her as she found the decree of Allah.    

An Unusual Night
December 20, 2007

The other night, I came out of my car feeling a sense of joy. I had returned from somewhere that brought peace and comfort to my soul. I was content with the fact that I was standing outside in the dark alone. I reached for my jacket cause it was really cold and suddenly I was blinded, temporarily by a strong source of light.

I glanced around my surroundings and not a single creature presented itself in the open. Than and there, my eyes were drawn once again to the source of light. I was amazed at the masculinity of this particular creation that I had, indeed seen before, but hardly did I ever grant it my time, let alone my attention.

I froze my sight at its beautiful figure like a man overtaken by the beauty of a foreign woman. As the minutes passed, my eyes grew wider and I bravely fought off the natural sense to blink. I’ve seen beautiful women in my life time and I bought material that carries a sense of satisfaction but I had never in the past felt so ashamed for overlooking a creation of Allah (God) that was full of beauty like I felt at that particular moment.

I stood there with my eyes fixed to the object of attention. I stood there until my body, that had been overworked throughout the day, rebelled against me. I tried to negotiate with my body a contract that would allow me to stand there longer but it refused to compromise. At that particular time, my body requested, more like, demanded that we return to our bed and hit the sheets. So I cleverly started to offer it proposals using deceptive words, hoping it would spark some interest to accept my offer but it reacted to such proposals in an ignorant fashion. I, than closed the doors of communication altogether. It continued to demand it’s request but I ignored it.
How can I not ignore it since I had found my new source of enlightenment. So I sat on my car and opened my mind to thoughts that would flow its way to my heart.

Amazingly, I was overtaken by thoughts of the people who lived before me. Those who walked the earth as we do and I couldn’t but help to ask myself, what was the outcome of such people? Where are they today? Are we an arrogant civilization that places too much value in our current situation or do we think that a super-power such as the United States will send F-16 to defend us against time. Rather, no nation will remain longer than it’s ordained period of time.

As you can tell, reality was hitting me from all directions. But I decided to not close myself off from such thoughts so I sat there and entertained them until the light of the sun appeared to me in the distance.

Entering a New Stage:
December 20, 2007

It’s from the blessing of Allah that I’ve found my way to compile some of my words and create this blog. 

It is from my habitual practice whenever I embark upon a new path; I look within myself and state a clear intention as to why I wish to enter that particular stage. Needless to say, blogging won’t take me away from my practice and so with the permission of Allah, I make my intentions pure for Him, wishing to please Him alone. 

I was awaken from my sleep earlier today, while the sun was still down, overtaken by a state of reflection. I laid in the comfort of my bed with my heart beat accelerating, pondering over the rights of time. Living in a society that promotes the “take it to go” fast moving lifestyle, has tried to deceive me from understanding the difference between, preserving time through drive thru machines and barakah. 

I laid there in the silence of my room, reminiscing over the text I read from the early Islamic scholars and the barakah of their particular time. I started the compare their barakah to our situation and my body grew with frustration. It seems like the hours of the day are moving at an all-time speed, unknown before to any civilization of history. We’re trapped between “going with the flow” or enjoying the moment and taking the gift of time for granted. 

Have you ever taken a walk in the darkness of a summer night, when the stars openly present themselves and the moon stands strong, seeking the attention of all? I have many times. 

After years of such useful walks, I’ve realized that time is not on our side. Like the generations of the past, as we live today, we shall be overtaken tomorrow. Shamefully many have the mentality that “we only have one life to live, so enjoy it” but they’ll come to realize that the sky that stands strong without pillars and the transition of the night and day and all that is placed in the earth, has not been created for mere play. 

So I continued to lay there in my bed, until I had the courage to get up and face the reality of our situation as a nation. Hours later, I found myself on the computer, surfing the web until I fell on the blog page of a sister and her words encouraged me to start my own.

I will always visit her blog and comment on her posts as a reminder to myself that she was my source of motivation. Any positive reminders that come from the knowledge Allah has granted me, which in result, cause myself or others to implement and earn His good pleasure, she will share with me in the reward.

Perhaps I will never meet the sister but the fruits of her words that encouraged my soul to strive and accomplish good, she will indeed find the reward of her efforts with her Lord.

May Allah have mercy on her