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Al-Aqsa March 6, 2010

A thousand tears I cried for Al-Aqsaa … I can’t think what I will do or how will I feel if one day I wake up and the mosque is gone!!

I keep picturing the day I stand before god and when he asks me what have I done to save this holy mosque, the holy place which we all long to pray in and all I have to say is I cried!

I am ashamed that no one is stopping what is going on. It’s not just the heritage we are losing, this is even more than the land of Palestine itself its a religion.

When the prophet (Pbuh) first prayed he looked toward the Aqsa and the night journey (Mi’raj) was also from the Aqsa…

We must do something for this mosque, we can’t stay and wait and say that god would create a miracle to save the place, for the time of miracles is long gone. In the Quran its written “إن الله لا يغير ما بقوم حتى يغيروا ما بأنفسهم” God does not change the condition of people until they change it themselves; so i wish that everyone would start with himself write something do something, try to make a statement. Make people hear what you have to say.

Take the issue personally this is a holy place in the land of peace it brings us all together no matter what our religion is we have to make a stand to save peace, to save history and most of all save humanity. Enough with war when it comes to god when it comes to a holy place…

I pray that soon there will be an up raising and a change! I don’t want the prophet to be disappointed of his people of us; he fought for a cause and we have to at least save what he spent all of his life teaching. He taught us to spread our religion in peace and when it comes to fighting we have to fight for our religion when its under assault. Lets not bring him shame and make him proud; and last but not least lets make god proud and show him how much we care and cherish him and cherish his religion.



Favourites February 2, 2010

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“Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it. . . . It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk everything, you risk even more”. Erica Jong in How to Save Your Own Life (1977)

Never say goodbye when you still want to try.
Never give up when you still feel you can take it.
Never say you don’t love a person when you can’t let go.
~ Dons ~

Dorothy Parker, A Very Short Song
Once when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that was very bad.
Love is for unlucky folk.
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.

Charlotte Bronte, Parting
There’s no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part:
There’s such a thing as keeping,
A remembrance in one’s heart…

The Great Way has no gate.
Clear water has no taste.
The tongue has no bone.
In complete stillness, a stone girl is dancing.
~Seung Sahn


Refuge… October 17, 2009

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Feeling like a refuge

Butterflies…followed with tears

Need the one; Feeling fear

Look around for a safe place

Need shelter to hide from the rain

In the heart there’s a strain

That’s a desperate, needy day

Looking for comfort all around

Stop running for a while

All that’s needed is solid ground

Hope, look up and pray

The heart just says:

God send someone kind

I’m a refuge;

I need someone to save me,

Let him come with the sun,

I want to be around him and have fun;

Challenge him every day,

All in a teasing but loving way;

His presence would make me safe;

Let it be here, make it home

And feel right, he’d be there to stay

I need shelter, let him be comfort.

I’m a refuge, I lost my way!


One way! October 6, 2009

Life’s song played at the background

Light a candle to shine like the sunlight

The sand covers all the land

And a girl uses both her hands

To carve a crest on the side

Fill the sky with stars at night


A farm house in a deserted land

A linking road made with her flowing hand

With some flowers and a bench

Two lovers holding hands

That’s life and happiness


In a split second it could all just vanish

On the radio a trouble voice announces

The world is at war out of the blue

A girl looks up her life is doomed

Up there he is on a flight

To somewhere, she dies that night…


Comes to life a new born child

To fill a single wife’s empty life

A light of hope gives her a smile

A bomb is thrown and before it lives, it all dies!


Enemies shout and scream

No one cares but for their own needs

They turn heavenly earth around

Is that what they want; a living hell for crying out loud!!


Families wait, all night they pray

A letter gets to them one day

They don’t understand what it has to say

Will he come back, or is he dead?

The words just won’t get into their head


Holding the letter she’s twenty three

Seventy years of waiting

But where is he?

She waited her life away

Only when she closed her eyes united were they


The past dies and present arrives

Building new towers from the scraps they rise

Old problems die and people start to live

It’s no longer a framed picture on the wall

From the window everyone can see it all


A young girl by the window

The wind blows her hair

She cries and thinks life is unfair

In a blink her lover is ready and there

He’s in a suit and they unite

A baby boy comes to life

At the same window there is he

Like his dad a sailor; he says he wants to be


What she drew is all symbolic you see

Change is not always to the worse; only if we agree!

Hand in hand that’s how it’s done

Without peace a life can’t become…


Fight For Me September 28, 2009

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I know what I want, or do I?

I hope it’s not a scam or a lie

The promises are what keep me alive

I don’t want to keep asking why

Let things happen whatever they all go by

Trust I made the fight

Stood for what I knew was right

Did all I could do!

And never gave up on you

It’s a race we’re living

The clock never stops, it keeps ticking

“Time takes time, never give in”

Wait and wait that is what I’m doing

When will I smile like I used to that day?

I still remember it was Wednesday

I keep Reminiscing; it’s been a while!

Over and over I’m recapturing your smile

The way we stared all through the night

I kept wishing you’d miss the flight

Years have passed, I want to see you

I fear that I’ll run as soon as I do

Some things time has undone

I hope the distance hasn’t just won

We argued a lot; will it be alright?

Will the old feeling from the sight ignite?

Book a ticket and don’t miss this flight

Call and tell me your comming tonight

Don’t give up on me, please for once just fight


Irony September 27, 2009

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“I love you. It’s not a weight you must carry around.
I love you. It’s not a box that holds you in.
I love you. It’s not a standard you have to bear.
I love you. It’s not a sacrifice I make.
I love you. It’s not a pedestal you are frozen upon.
I love you. It’s not an expectation of perfection.
I love you. It’s not my life’s whole purpose (or your’s).
I love you. It’s not to make you change.
I love you. It’s not even to make you love me.
I love you. It’s as pure and simple as that. “

– Anonymous

Then why is it never simple?!
People “in love” seem to think its the exact opposite of what is said..
Ironic isn’t it?



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    At night I cry wishing out of my window I’d fly

    The hurt the pain all gets to me

    All day I’m fine, but the night exposes me

    The night should hide, I am different you see

    The morning’s all smiles; everyone thinks I’m care free

    I shouldn’t cry, what are my problems? I think twice

    Grateful I should be; I’m under a roof with my family

    I hold back my tears weeks or even years silently

    All would be suppressed held back temporally

    One day a broken nail could pull the trigger of what used to be

    From lost love, a fight, a bad grade or a pound I gained lately

    Are that even problems? But if not then what are they?

    Love’s pain will be forgotten or replaced all books say

    Even if it didn’t! By the way after years it still isn’t

    It hurts so badly but a pain-killer won’t do

    It’s emotional. What should I do?

    As for the fight a true smile would make it alright

    A bad grade I should be tougher!

    Study and concentrate. So why the hustle

    Does that make me shallow? I feel ashamed!

    When I’m in the problem I just can’t see

    When will I feel better? I look in the future, how will it be?

    In a small apartment alone I’ll be?!

    I don’t want to go there the thought just petrifies me

    I put on running shoes my songs with me

    I run for miles till I’m out of breath bending down holding my knee

    My heart beating fast burning, did I fool me?

    It makes me feel better for a while

    I think “yes I did it” and feel powerful stand confidently

    Some positive energy to make me feel free

    I call some friends or do something I just want to be busy

    I’ll try to do my best and see how it all turns out finally

    I have faith and know that whatever there is

    It’s all for the best, later on I’ll see

    Just like the old friends that bailed on me

    I cried for nights thinking the reason was me

    What I didn’t know that better friends were coming my way

    At night on the phone when I cry soothing they’ll stay

    I hope that’s how my so called problems will end to be

    Something forgotten or just funny

    Or maybe reflecting positively on my identity

    I’ll keep that in mind, thank god I’m alive

    I close my eyes before I know it in my dreams I fly