Sunday, 10 May 2009
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Currently
Love Is Gonna Save Us
By Benny Benassi
see relatedkilling me softly...
pretty. what's so pretty. can't write a letter properly. listening. hearing the sounds. the familiarity. that was once so real. that's now just really gone. that was four years ago. and that was true. love is...gonna save us. from...what. i am not bitter. i am not denying the fact that it saved me. i...just can't feel this beat. it's...killing me. why do i put it on repeat. why do i even go there? divulge. indulge. resist. can't...stop. the beats.
too much attached.
too much.
ooh. and as it ends it attaches to another song.
it's really not the song.
it's the freaking whole album.
no matter what you do...no matter what you do...no matter what you do.
crazy.......
Sunday, 30 November 2008
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okay, to be quite frank with you...i think she's lost all her humor. and that's why life's simply caving her down. i mean, it's great to think seriously, and be weary and ready for whatever's coming. like er, dirty politics, or drugged up celebrities...or simply global warming. the thing is, she's been so engrossed with serious stuff, like having her boyfriend run away, having almost failed to get her degree, and oh lets not forget about her dreams to write that novel-from-hell. like, seriously kid, where are you from? pluto?
which reminds me, there was a kid i know, who made-believed she was from pluto. kids i tell you. such wild imagination. her name was...something i cannot remember. cute, but cannot remember, sorry. anyways, something about her coming from pluto simply means that she couldn't do something. aah. cannot remember.
yes, i think i need a new memory card.
shove it up my butt.
hahahahaah. was that funny? i don't know. maybe a little? i'm trying to get my humor back here. so help me.
ooh, oops. did i just say me? er, i mean...her. yeah, so help her. get her humor back. heh heh. *coughs*
alright...enough drama. what is going on here? i'm simply rambling away about some nonsical material as a web entry on my blog and what did i just say does it make sense i think it does oh my gosh!! that's the thing with this blog ya...i tend to fool around. i don't know why. but i love fooling around. actually...i MISS fooling around. yes, i know i need to be serious. but i need laughter, pain, smiles and more laughter, and tears and all that. i MISS feeling all these feelings.
you know what i'm saying?
sigh.
Thursday, 20 November 2008
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just thought of sharing...
a canadian sister writes this in her latest enrty.
It seems to me that for the majority, money is the universal desire in life. Apparently, money can solve all your problems. The trouble of being poor can be solved by money. The trouble from starvation and lack of food in parts of the world can be solved by money. The suffering of people in third world countries (and some even in first world!) can be solved by money. We would all be happy and smiley smiley because we would buy anything our hearts desired, right?
Not so much, actually.
I know a person who almost married into an extremely wealthy family. They earned something like, $20, 000 a day. I wonder what it would feel like if I were the girl in that situation, but it always leads me to think: would I be any happier?
Perhaps I would be able to buy all the Creme de la Mer's I wanted, or be whisked away to a tropical vacation spot at my slightest whim. I could live in a huge, fancy house, and have a personal chef to cook me 5-star meals. But the thing is, to what extent would I be doing all that? How many cars or thousand-dollar-purses would I need to buy to continually satisfy my appetite? Eventually, wouldn't I get tired of it?
If I think about it now and list the happiest moments of my life, they had absolutely nothing to do with money, alhumdulillah. I know the things that make me happy right now and will perhaps make me happy in the future will also have nothing to do with money. And it is with these thoughts that I feel grateful for everything I have. The real blessings in my life are not the clothes I own, or the pairs of shoes or even a car, but having lungs to breathe and eyes that see clearly, because material goods can only get you so far. The Ancient Egyptians would bury their pharaohs with all the gold and wealth they possessed - but will it really help them in the grave?
This is why I created a list of all the things that make me happy (in no particular order). The funny thing about them is that I probably share some (if not all) of them with you :)
1. Realizing how lucky I am to have been born a Muslim
2. #2's a secret.
3. The time I've spent with family
4. Doing good in school5. My nephew :)
And I know the things that will make me happy in the future insh'Allah will most likely be:
1. Hajj
2. Married life
And perhaps, the most important thing that will give me and you and anyone who does this eternal happiness (literally!), is pleasing Allah, As-Samad (The Satisfier of All Needs), and attaining jannah.
Wednesday, 19 November 2008
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september 13th, 2008...
Subhanallah, glory be to Allah.
I am where I am today because of Allah. Though times have been rough, I thank God, for my path. Everything makes a lot more sense to me every tick of a second. Indeed, 'To Gain Knowledge is a Duty'...as what our beloved Prophet Muhammad s.a.w mentions in a Hadith. I would not be here if not for the people in my life, be it them still being around, or had since long gone. I would not be here, if I had not gone through the feelings of love, brokenhearted, suicidal, madness, insanity, lost, ecstasy, pain, alone, or blessed. or whatever other feelings i've had over the course of my living and breathing this life. I would not be here, if Allah did not put me through everything, because He has preordained it for me. I would not be here, if He did not want the best for me. He gave me choices, and I chose. I live to look back and regret, but since I rediscovered my religion...through His blessings, my only hopes are to look ahead and do more things great.
Allah knows best. Allah knows best. Allah knows best. MasyaAllah...
Islam is beautiful. I was born Muslim but had not understood the real deal about it until recently. If before, it was just something I learnt in school...I am grateful my heart opened to re-learn everything, this time with more experience and ability to relate to reality. It does make a great difference to understand Islam in-depth, and not simply to memorize everything in order to pass an exam.
Allahuakbar. God is Great.
I need not Yoga, I need not see a shrink. Islam gave me peace, and the submission to Allah has indeed instilled so much love in me. I feel complete. Alhamdulillah. The feeling of trust, that Allah is watching my every move and knows my true intentions and all of my good and bad deeds, makes me feel so close to Him. To know that my ceator knows me best. Knows how imperfect I am, and who is the most forgiving. I repent. I make more mistakes but I know He knows if I sincerely apologize. I feel safe. That anything deemed good or bad, has meaning behind it all. Everything's a blessing in disguise. To bless us, to punish us, to wake us up, or to teach us a lesson.
Allah is Fair. Allah knows best. My God, my Lord. Allahuakbar.
As I feel more and more humbled, through more reading and witnessing the beauty and purity of Islam, and the poison and horrid images and experiences, encounters and evidence of the modern lifestyle, I feel at peace. When I read what my muslim brothers and sisters and the elders or the scholars have shared with me and others through the great internet.
For heaven's sake...people are afraid of Islam, because it is beautiful. People condemn Islam, because they have been misinformed. People do not understand Islam, because we are not manipualtive, we do not come up with brilliant foolish plans to condemn other religions (because they are the first of our religions...and because we respect other religions). Read, and thou shall discover. Read...about the jews and the christians. We come from the same God. It is beautiful. Everything is. The only thing is...
this world, is thought of to be the ONLY world.
and unfortunately...we have been blinded. because we will never die.
we can live life to the fullest in THIS world. But to think that when we die, we disappear forever...is a myth.
We will live forever. And I am comfortable to live life to the fullest here, and do more good in the name of God, with a higher chance of tasting paradise...because at least i tried. no harm in trying. but will i enter heaven if I cover up more? if i prayed 5 times a day and all that? Only God knows my fate. Only God knows everything. I don't. But what I do know, is God is most Compassionate, most Merciful. There is no other like God, there is nothing like guidance from him, evidently the Holy Quran. His Creations and His words.
I pray...the truth be spread. We will rise with truth. And the lies will be washed away. Don't try and interpret and manipulate. I am not a suicidal bomber. I am a Muslim. I am not a terrorist. My religion is about peace. If so, the ex- american president is a terrorist. Not his religion. You get my drift?
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peace after almost two and a half decades...
well, i guess i got the polyvore bug with the hijabi fashion. hehe, thanks to some stylish hijabi fashionistas out there, like sisters basbousa, ange, pixie, muneera just to mention a few. but where it really started for me was the sisters at welovehijab.com. MasyaAllah, they really opened me up to a lot. through blogs like these, i fell in love with the abaya, and since i'm a lover of the colour black, of course i'm so into the all black arab style.
honestly, i've begun to admire sisters from all over the world especially those who are in the west. even those in the land down under. and most of them are converts. Subhanallah, they're got stylish fashion sense...and what's more important and inspiring, is that they do not abandon the Islamic way of dressing up. what i mean? for a few rules, covering up, means covering your curves and bossoms. covering up, means modest wear, not over-the-top, not halfway done.


hehe. pictures taken off sister pixie's blog. to find out what she's said about the above pics, give her a visit! :)actually, before i started wearing the hijab, i was reading welovehijab.com and this entry really helped:
7 QUESTIONS TO ASK YOURSELF BEFORE YOU WEAR THAT OUTFIT
1. Am I following my understanding of hijab as best as I can?There are so many different opinions about what hijab is and what it is not. Some Muslim women only wear black, some Muslim women cover their faces, some Muslim women wear specific regional styles of clothing, and some Muslim women mix it all together. Whatever you choose to wear, as a Muslimah, you are responsible for finding out what Allah expects of you. My beliefs of how we have to dress are clearly presented on this website, but you have to do your own research. Ask Allah for guidance and then follow what you understand hijab to be to the best of your ability. As long as your intentions and actions are good, Allah will be pleased with you, inshallah. And that’s all that really matters, isn’t it?
read the rest here.
alright, so there was a lot i had to think about. not to mention, wondering if i'd be able to get through the week considering the kind of clothes i have in my wardrobe! too tight, too short, no sleeves, too hot. and not to mention, the lack of scarves to cover me head!

hijabilove's on a sickie by Dayanabut praise be to Allah...He made it all easy for me. My mom's got only one daughter you see...and she was more than happy to know that i was converting to a hijabi. so she started handing me over bagful of scarfs since then and it's not stopped! to be honest, i've only shopped like, 5 scarfs for myself in the past 5 months or so being a hijabi! Allahuakbar. as for clothing...i thank all the sisters in the internetosphere for sharing their stories, their polyvore sets and their passion for Islam and pleasing Allah. i managed to mix and match here and there and praise be to Allah...i entered the Islamic School. you know...i can't elaborate everything...but that is God's decree and i am blessed and grateful to Allah for it. it's all been predetermined by Him, and He knows best, He knows what we do not. all i had to do was seek Him, pray to Him and open my eyes. everything else just came together.
if it was meant to 'be'...it will, no matter how much we like it or not.
In an authentic hadith, it was reported that the Prophet Muhammad (s.a.w) said:
If you ask, then ask of Allah, and if you seek help, then seek it from Allah. And know that if the whole of the nation were to rally together in order to bring benefit to you in anything, they would not benefit you except with that which Allah has written for you. And if they were to gether together in order to inflict harm upon you with something, they would not harm you except with that which Allah has written upon you. The pens have been raised and the pages have dried.
Don't Be Sad, 2003, p.103
i could say that i would not have been a hijabi, or thisclose to being one, if i was still working at the aussie embassy. i could also say, if not for that 5 months break after quitting, i wouldn't have gotten to know Allah and Islam the way i have. only Allah would know what would have been. on the other hand, everything i have seen and felt in this life, all makes sense to me, that they're all blessings in disguise. always a lesson to learn...always all the time. time is not to be wasted...for time is precious.
"No person knows what he will earn tomorrow, and no person knows in what land he will die"
- Qur'an 31:34 -
Don't Be Sad, 2003, p.427.on the other hand, this is the book that Allah guided me to, that changed me altoghether. don't get me wrong. i still get angry and blow up at times. i still face hard times, and heck it's a different kind all the time...but to be honest with you...and to be seriously no joke with you...
i'm well out of that damn hole. and moving forward. even if some days i've had it and thrown the big Q to Allah like WHYYYYYY??? and sometimes out come flying effs here and there...but He is Merciful, He is Kind...i just need to remind myself what i'm here for, and seek His refuge. seek His forgiveness, seek for patience.
patience. patience. that's my theraphy. Allah, the Qur'an, books, blogs, forums, people, life...and more.
Allah burdens not a person beyond his cope
- Qur'an 2:286 -
Don't Be Sad, p.387Allah does not test us in order to destroy us, but rather to assess our patience and degree of faith
Don't Be Sad, p.384ooookay. this entry is so jumbled uppppp! also, i'm taking quotes and putting it all over the place. twhen you read the book, it's so beautiful to read those words together with explainations and stories and all that. i'm just not doing any justice. sighhhss.
Nevertheless...ALLAHUAKBAR! i love YOU!
Sunday, 26 October 2008
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tumblelogging
i love my xangapage. i began my blogging journey from here. that was a few years ago...and so much has changed since. nevertheless, i feel a certain way when i plan to type something up in here. i don't know...maybe there were too many moments i associated this page with wanting to write in certain ways and with certain emotions, that i actually feel a little somethingphobic whenever i'm here! honest! so i decided to do a little runaway and try other pages...like blogspot and wordpress. all i can say is...i'm so used to xanga, that the two was a little 'dull' for me. or i don't know...it just didn't fit with my taste. maybe it's just me.
but then, i stumbled upon tumblr.com while checkin' someone's site out. totally fell into the community. simple and direct. i signed up and signed in. been throwing in most things in there now. plus, it gives me a different vibe these days to post. i actually miss positive, sunshiny feelings. so...i guess that's good :)
well, interested to check out the site on which i'm finally more positive and finally happy to be outta that damn hole? hehe...well, visit me at
:)
Wednesday, 08 October 2008
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every day i feel a little different. i learn a little more than before and i have new wishes, new prayers, new dreams. i love the new change, the development, the setbacks and the challenges. at the same time, i feel lousy, demotivated and feel like giving up. at times i believe i'm being molded, and other times i feel like a fake. am i a fake? i pray to do things sincerely. that's my biggest goal. and the more i go through this life, the more i am more than happy to do things for Him. it makes so much sense and it makes me feel so much more at peace. honestly, it's such a great feeling...though tough times hitting the hardest, it's the most beautiful feeling i've experienced...actually, one of the most beautiful. cause He's blessed me with a gazillion others.
alhamdulillah.
yes, everything's a blessing. when i think about it, and not giving up, all i think of is Him, protecting me. knowing every move i make, every step i take, everything. nothing happens without His knowledge, and i feel absolutely relieved because of it. it lifted the heaviest burden off my shoulders, off my mind...off my system.
even for love...i love, because of Him. it makes so much difference when i think about Him all the time. and here i am, writing this, because of His light. subhanallah...everything i come across these days when it comes to Him, i wish i could share it with the whole world. no matter what your religion.
islam is...the way of life.
no doubt about that whatsoever.
i dig Islam. He is our Creator. of course He knows best!
what the heck was i thinking? what the heck have we all been brainwashed to think??
shaytaan...you're the reason behind so many things. you've become my good friend for too long. so maybe my childhood days wasn't a norm. but you really had me going.
Tuesday, 07 October 2008
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time's flying, i'm dying for more time. the noise is getting to me, i can't think. i can;t seem to type. i look down at these chains, i wonder why i'm feeling free. i feel too light, but i can't move my body. my minds running but my mind's telling me i'm dying. why am i contradicting myself, what am i losing? i don't understand yet i feel inspired to tell the world everything. if only i never stopped writing. never stopped expressing. even if it sounded shit, it would've have gotten out. spit it out, i long for the ease, but i am unable to do just that. i am stuck. i am sitting here all by myself and wondering how do i do right.
flashbacks won't help. they're gone now that's all there is to it. i should look ahead, what could i learn from my mistakes. strive to do more, mistakes yes...but do more right. i am not sure...am not.
i want freedom...freedom means many things to me. means...
Sunday, 28 September 2008
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Article by Sara Bokker"I am an American woman who was born in the midst of America’s “Heartland.” I grew up, just like any other girl, being fixated with the glamour of life in “the big city.” Eventually, I moved to Florida and on to South Beach of Miami, a hotspot for those seeking the “glamorous life.” Naturally, I did what most average Western girls do. I focused on my appearance and appeal, basing my self-worth on how much attention I got from others. I worked out religiously and became a personal trainer, acquired an upscale waterfront residence, became a regular “exhibiting” beach-goer and was able to attain a “living-in-style” kind of life.Years went by, only to realize that my scale of self-fulfillment and happiness slid down the more I progressed in my “feminine appeal.” I was a slave to fashion. I was a hostage to my looks.
As the gap continued to progressively widen between my self-fulfillment and lifestyle, I sought refuge in escapes from alcohol and parties to meditation, activism, and alternative religions, only to have the little gap widen to what seemed like a valley. I eventually realized it all was merely a pain killer rather than an effective remedy.By now it was September 11, 2001. As I witnessed the ensuing barrage on Islam, Islamic values and culture, and the infamous declaration of the “new crusade,” I started to notice something called Islam. Up until that point, all I had associated with Islam was women covered in “tents,” wife beaters, harems, and a world of terrorism.As a feminist libertarian, and an activist who was pursuing a better world for all, my path crossed with that of another activist who was already at the lead of indiscriminately furthering causes of reform and justice for all. I joined in the ongoing campaigns of my new mentor which included, at the time, election reform and civil rights, among others.Now my new activism was fundamentally different. Instead of “selectively” advocating justice only to some, I learned that ideals such as justice, freedom, and respect are meant to be and are essentially universal, and that own good and common good are not in conflict. For the first time, I knew what “all people are created equal” really means. But most importantly, I learned that it only takes faith to see the world as one and to see the unity in creation.One day I came across a book that is negatively stereotyped in the West--The Holy Qur’an. I was first attracted by the style and approach of the Qur’an, and then intrigued by its outlook on existence, life, creation, and the relationship between Creator and creation. I found the Qur’an to be a very insightful address to heart and soul without the need for an interpreter or pastor.
Eventually I hit a moment of truth: my new-found self-fulfilling activism was nothing more than merely embracing a faith called Islam where I could live in peace as a “functional” Muslim.
I bought a beautiful long gown and head cover resembling the Muslim woman’s dress code and I walked down the same streets and neighborhoods where only days earlier I had walked in my shorts, bikini, or “elegant” western business attire. Although the people, the faces, and the shops were all the same, one thing was remarkably distinct--I was not--nor was the peace at being a woman I experienced for the very first time. I felt as if the chains had been broken and I was finally free. I was delighted with the new looks of wonder on people’s faces in place of the looks of a hunter watching his prey I had once sought. Suddenly a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I no longer spent all my time consumed with shopping, makeup, getting my hair done, and working out. Finally, I was free.Of all places, I found my Islam at the heart of what some call “the most scandalous place on earth,” which makes it all the more dear and special.While content with Hijab I became curious about Niqab, seeing an increasing number of Muslim women in it. I asked my Muslim husband, whom I married after I reverted to Islam, whether I should wear Niqab or just settle for the Hijab I was already wearing. My husband simply advised me that he believes Hijab is mandatory in Islam while Niqab is not. At the time, my Hijab consisted of head scarf that covered all my hair except for my face, and a loose long black gown called “Abaya” that covered all my body from neck to toe.A year-and-a-half passed, and I told my husband I wanted to wear Niqab. My reason, this time, was that I felt it would be more pleasing to Allah, the Creator, increasing my feeling of peace at being more modest. He supported my decision and took me to buy an “Isdaal,” a loose black gown that covers from head to toe, and Niqab, which covers all my head and face except for my eyes.Soon enough, news started breaking about politicians, Vatican clergymen, libertarians, and so-called human rights and freedom activists condemning Hijab at times, and Niqab at others as being oppressive to women, an obstacle to social integration, and more recently, as an Egyptian official called it--“a sign of backwardness.”I find it to be a blatant hypocrisy when Western governments and so-called human rights groups rush to defend woman’s rights when some governments impose a certain dress code on women, yet such “freedom fighters” look the other way when women are being deprived of their rights, work, and education just because they choose to exercise their right to wear Niqab or Hijab. Today, women in Hijab or Niqab are being increasingly barred from work and education not only under totalitarian regimes such as in Tunisia,Morocco, and Egypt, but also in Western democracies such as France, Holland, and Britain.Today I am still a feminist, but a Muslim feminist,who calls on Muslim women to assume their responsibilities in providing all the support they can for their husbands to be good Muslims. To raise their children as upright Muslims so they may be beacons of light for all humanity once again. To enjoin good--any good--and to forbid evil--any evil.To speak righteousness and to speak up against all ills. To fight for our right to wear Niqab or Hijab and to please our Creator whichever way we chose.But just as importantly to carry our experience with Niqab or Hijab to fellow women who may never have had the chance to understand what wearing Niqab or Hijab means to us and why do we, so dearly, embrace it.Most of the women I know wearing Niqab are Western reverts,some of whom are not even married. Others wear Niqab without full support of either family or surroundings. What we all have in common is that it is the personal choice of each and every one of us, which none of us is willing to surrender.Willingly or unwillingly, women are bombarded with styles of “dressing-in-little-to-nothing” virtually in every means of communication everywhere in the world. As an ex non-Muslim, I insist on women’s right to equally know about Hijab, its virtues, and the peace and happiness it brings to a woman’s life as it did to mine.Yesterday, the bikini was the symbol of my liberty, when in actuality it only liberated me from my spirituality and true value as a respectable human being.I couldn’t be happier to shed my bikini in SouthBeach and the “glamorous” Western lifestyle to live in peace with my Creator and enjoy living among fellow humans as a worthy person.It is why I choose to wear Niqab, and why I will die defending my inalienable right to wear it.
Today, Niqab is the new symbol of woman’s liberation to find who she is, what her purpose is, and the type of relation she chooses to have with her Creator.To women who surrender to the ugly stereotype against the Islamic modesty of Hijab, I say: You don’t know what you are missing.To you, the ill-fated corrupting conquerors of civilization, so-called crusaders, I say: BRING IT ON.Sara Bokker is a former actress/model/fitness instructor and activist. Currently, Sara is Director of Communications at "The March For Justice," a co-founder of "The Global Sisters Network," and producer of the infamous "Shock & Awe Gallery "
Saturday, 13 September 2008
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maula ya saali wasallim daeman abadan
ala habibika khairil khalqi kulli hi mi
maula ya saali wasallim daeman abadan
ala habibika khairil khalqi kulli hi mi
maula ya saali wasallim daeman abadan
ala habibika khairil khalqi kulli hi mi
Mohammadun syed-ul quonain-e-wasaaqaalen
Mohammadun syed-ul quonain-e-wasaaqaalen
wal fariqaine min urdin wa min ajami
maula ya saali wasallim daeman abadan
ala habibika khairil khalqi kulli hi mi
maula ya saali wasallim daeman abadan
ala habibika khairil khalqi kulli hi mi
rozay jafil lahe lam turzum walam tahimi
rozay jafil lahe lam turzum walam tahimi
hatta walaj ummat-al-islami fil nujumi
maula ya saali wasallim daeman abadan
ala habibika khairil khalqi kulli hi mi
maula ya saali wasallim daeman abadan
ala habibika khairil khalqi kulli hi mi
habiballah rasoolullah imam-al mursaleen
habiballah rasoolullah imam-al mursaleen
ahh sarayetan haramil lailan iza haramen
kama salal badru fijajin minal ulameen
ahh sarayetan min haramil lailan iza haramen
kama salal badru fijajin minal ulameen
wabitattar taaila an il tamanzilatan
wabitattar taaila an il tamanzilatan
min taame kausain-e-lam tudrak walam turami
maula ya saali wasallim daeman abadan
ala habibika khairil khalqi kulli hi mi
maula ya saali wasallim daeman abadan
ala habibika khairil khalqi kulli hi mi
maula ya saali wasallim daeman abadan
ala habibika khairil khalqi kulli hi mi
maula ya saali wasallim daeman abadan
ala habibika khairil khalqi kulli hi mi
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