Salam 3lykm
Nothing important here, because as the title says it all, I've got what you may call 'Blogger's block'. However, I'll be leaving for 7ajj Inshalla on the 2nd of Dec *yep, national day!=D* and will probably comin' back around the 12th or 13th.
For all those I have wronged intentionally or unintentionally - forgive me y'all..
Please remember me in your sincerest Ad3iya, and 3eed Mbarak in advance!=D
Low Allah keteb, I'll be back in blogger's world sometimes after 3eed, Inshalla - maybe just around the time I hit the big 2 - 0!
Take care,
Wes Salam 3lykm w Ra7matullahi T3ala w barakateh
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
'Hunted'
Salam 3lykm
Lately, I've been blogging, deleting, blogging, deleting, so on and so forth. Don't know why really, but today's post is different. What's the saying? A picture is worth a thousand words? :p
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I drew this in Economics class, while the professor was taking our attendance. I don't know why this specific word - 'hunted'- but I think it looked much better when it was in it's initial stages! The 'H' got ruined :'(
With that, I shall now bid thee all farewell :p
'Til next time,
Wes Salam 3lykm w Ra7matullahi T3ala w Barakateh
Lately, I've been blogging, deleting, blogging, deleting, so on and so forth. Don't know why really, but today's post is different. What's the saying? A picture is worth a thousand words? :p
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I drew this in Economics class, while the professor was taking our attendance. I don't know why this specific word - 'hunted'- but I think it looked much better when it was in it's initial stages! The 'H' got ruined :'(With that, I shall now bid thee all farewell :p
'Til next time,
Wes Salam 3lykm w Ra7matullahi T3ala w Barakateh
Friday, November 7, 2008
To YOU
*For therapeutic purposes only - not your entertainment*
Salam 3lykm
Do you know how psychologically unstable you've made me? Or the emotional scars you've carved? I wonder how you can live every second of your life with no regret of the damage you've done - can it be that you're a sadist, and sickly PROUD of your accomplishment?
I can no longer do a lot of things every normal person in the world does, or I always do a lot of things every normal person in the world WOULDN'T do, and you do know YOU are to blame for that, right? First, it was just tears, now..it's blood. Feelin' proud, just yet?
I do not need a religious lecture - you're the LAST person I would tolerate it from. I know what is 7araam and what is 7alaal, so don't preach what you definitely don't practice. I wonder what image people would have of you, if they knew how you thoroughly RUINED my life? I can promise you, it wouldn't be as 'rosy' as it is right now. Not that they'll ever find out - never from my mouth, at least. Those who know have been sworn to secrecy, and they'll take it to their graves.
What kinda devils turned you into who you are today? No one who feared Allah could have pulled the stunt you pulled - you do realize that, don't you? I mustered up everything I had left in me after you left me empty, and miraculously..forgave you...only I wish I had also forgotten you. 'Til when will you leech on my heart, and make it bleed? I don't think anything remains - you may leave. When you do, take with you all the memories along with you...erase history. It's been years now - do you think I can survive this any longer? It's bad enough, living every second of my life wondering, 'what if'...you should know that, right?
I didn't take any revenge, or let anyone who found out do so for me...but you felt the pain pierce right through your heart, didn't you? I know when it all happened - the dreams were not just my mind playing games. That's YOUR job. How did it feel? Did you attempt to take your life away? Did you feel like your heart was bleeding dry? Did you walk around aimlessly, and try to figure out why you were the subject of such intense pain? Did you cry 'til you nearly suffocated, because you couldn't breathe anymore? Did you resort to self-mutilation involuntarily? If you did any of the mentioned - GOOD...because you know what? I went through each and every one, and YOU were the cause.
After all that's been said and done, I STILL won't say I hate you - hate is a strong word. I'll just keep punishing myself 'til the day I breathe my last, for not being good enough. Maybe then, you might learn to appreciate me..just a lil bit.
Dear Readers,
don't judge a book by it's cover - it might look tattered and torn on the outside, but every word you read in it might be worth engraving in white gold. I do not say I'm perfect, I do not say I'm an angel who's never made mistakes *Est'3firullah* - I've made many, some more grave than the rest..but I know one thing FOR SURE...I've NEVER hurt anyone intentionally 'til today...and Allah is my Witness - If there's anyone I've hurt out there..then it's probably just been myself.
Wes Salam 3lykm w Ra7matullahi t3ala w barakateh
Salam 3lykm
Do you know how psychologically unstable you've made me? Or the emotional scars you've carved? I wonder how you can live every second of your life with no regret of the damage you've done - can it be that you're a sadist, and sickly PROUD of your accomplishment?
I can no longer do a lot of things every normal person in the world does, or I always do a lot of things every normal person in the world WOULDN'T do, and you do know YOU are to blame for that, right? First, it was just tears, now..it's blood. Feelin' proud, just yet?
I do not need a religious lecture - you're the LAST person I would tolerate it from. I know what is 7araam and what is 7alaal, so don't preach what you definitely don't practice. I wonder what image people would have of you, if they knew how you thoroughly RUINED my life? I can promise you, it wouldn't be as 'rosy' as it is right now. Not that they'll ever find out - never from my mouth, at least. Those who know have been sworn to secrecy, and they'll take it to their graves.
What kinda devils turned you into who you are today? No one who feared Allah could have pulled the stunt you pulled - you do realize that, don't you? I mustered up everything I had left in me after you left me empty, and miraculously..forgave you...only I wish I had also forgotten you. 'Til when will you leech on my heart, and make it bleed? I don't think anything remains - you may leave. When you do, take with you all the memories along with you...erase history. It's been years now - do you think I can survive this any longer? It's bad enough, living every second of my life wondering, 'what if'...you should know that, right?
I didn't take any revenge, or let anyone who found out do so for me...but you felt the pain pierce right through your heart, didn't you? I know when it all happened - the dreams were not just my mind playing games. That's YOUR job. How did it feel? Did you attempt to take your life away? Did you feel like your heart was bleeding dry? Did you walk around aimlessly, and try to figure out why you were the subject of such intense pain? Did you cry 'til you nearly suffocated, because you couldn't breathe anymore? Did you resort to self-mutilation involuntarily? If you did any of the mentioned - GOOD...because you know what? I went through each and every one, and YOU were the cause.
After all that's been said and done, I STILL won't say I hate you - hate is a strong word. I'll just keep punishing myself 'til the day I breathe my last, for not being good enough. Maybe then, you might learn to appreciate me..just a lil bit.
Dear Readers,
don't judge a book by it's cover - it might look tattered and torn on the outside, but every word you read in it might be worth engraving in white gold. I do not say I'm perfect, I do not say I'm an angel who's never made mistakes *Est'3firullah* - I've made many, some more grave than the rest..but I know one thing FOR SURE...I've NEVER hurt anyone intentionally 'til today...and Allah is my Witness - If there's anyone I've hurt out there..then it's probably just been myself.
Wes Salam 3lykm w Ra7matullahi t3ala w barakateh
Thursday, October 30, 2008
The Outcast
Salam 3alykm
...Aaand I'm back with a new poem. It was inspired by an incident that took place last week at uni. I've always been the odd one out for as long as I can remember - that's why I stuck 'hung out' in the library at school :P I ran outta books to read, because I had literally read everything there, and that was the 'geeky' part of my life.
Even when I became a 'rebel', I was STILL an odd-ball -.- Stood out like a sore thumb. Namely because I was surrounded by girls who only ever talked about cricket, or Bollywood >.< no one looks out for you like your own family <3 Love 'em to bits *no matter how annoyin' they can sometimes get..'specially the GUYS :P*
Enough said, the poem:
It's hard to live on when you know nobody cares
You can't forever be alone
When people pretend like you are not even there
And you pretend your heart's made of stone
You're made to feel like a failure
'Til you finally turn into an outcast
Hurtful judgements are made about your behavior
Mocking comments are passed
Standing on the sidelines, you watch as they fail
Then console them like you were never hurt
They come and give you the most minute details
Forgetting that you were once 'more worthless than dirt'
The fools talk about friendships that will last forever
Unaware of the bitterness you feel inside
It wouldn't take someone remarkably clever
To realize the stagnant water in the well has dried
This poem hardly makes any sense...but I like it...in a strange way. It expresses exactly how I feel when I now look at people who pretend to be my friends: disgusted.
A bitter post from a bitter me,
'Til next time..
Wes Salam 3alykm w Ra7matullahi T3ala w Barakateh
PS. I'm not a bad friend, just one that's always been back-stabbed at every opportunity, and betrayed. *Shrugs* Not that I care.
...Aaand I'm back with a new poem. It was inspired by an incident that took place last week at uni. I've always been the odd one out for as long as I can remember - that's why I stuck 'hung out' in the library at school :P I ran outta books to read, because I had literally read everything there, and that was the 'geeky' part of my life.
Even when I became a 'rebel', I was STILL an odd-ball -.- Stood out like a sore thumb. Namely because I was surrounded by girls who only ever talked about cricket, or Bollywood >.< no one looks out for you like your own family <3 Love 'em to bits *no matter how annoyin' they can sometimes get..'specially the GUYS :P*
Enough said, the poem:
It's hard to live on when you know nobody cares
You can't forever be alone
When people pretend like you are not even there
And you pretend your heart's made of stone
You're made to feel like a failure
'Til you finally turn into an outcast
Hurtful judgements are made about your behavior
Mocking comments are passed
Standing on the sidelines, you watch as they fail
Then console them like you were never hurt
They come and give you the most minute details
Forgetting that you were once 'more worthless than dirt'
The fools talk about friendships that will last forever
Unaware of the bitterness you feel inside
It wouldn't take someone remarkably clever
To realize the stagnant water in the well has dried
This poem hardly makes any sense...but I like it...in a strange way. It expresses exactly how I feel when I now look at people who pretend to be my friends: disgusted.
A bitter post from a bitter me,
'Til next time..
Wes Salam 3alykm w Ra7matullahi T3ala w Barakateh
PS. I'm not a bad friend, just one that's always been back-stabbed at every opportunity, and betrayed. *Shrugs* Not that I care.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
D3watkom
Salam 3lykm
Insomnia strikes again - has it got something to do with the month we're in right now? I don't know. Just like so many other questions that remain unanswered..
I'm kinda going down a spiral of doom - a constant inner battle of feelings is driving me closer to insanity, so please pray for me..
Jzakm Allah 5ayr,
Wes Salam 3lykm w Ra7matullahi T3ala w Barakateh
Insomnia strikes again - has it got something to do with the month we're in right now? I don't know. Just like so many other questions that remain unanswered..
I'm kinda going down a spiral of doom - a constant inner battle of feelings is driving me closer to insanity, so please pray for me..
Jzakm Allah 5ayr,
Wes Salam 3lykm w Ra7matullahi T3ala w Barakateh
Monday, October 13, 2008
'Nostal-Chicka'
Salam 3lykm
No, this isn't a continuation of my last post..this is just something I want to share with you all*I don't clearly know WHY..* but yeah...it's a poem I'd love to hate, lol..
I was going through my poems saved on the PC, and I came across this. It's currently titled, 'Thank You, Bro', but if y'all can come up with a better one, that'll be great! (Y) Once again, don't be quick to judge...إن بعض الظن إثم. It's the very least I could do for someone through whom I finally came back to my Deen, wel7amdulillah.
It was my very first attempt at a direct dedication, and I don't think I ever wrote words like these ever again *the last few lines* This was written around the 10th of June, 2006. It was originally written in my old style of 'chewed up words', but I've converted it into 'proper English', because it now seems retarded, lol *Ibrahim, as always..you were right -.- lol :p*
Take care, y'all,
Wes Salam 3lykm w Ra7matullahi T3ala w Barakateh
*PS. For those of you wondering what language the post's title is in--> Nostalgia + Chick*
No, this isn't a continuation of my last post..this is just something I want to share with you all*I don't clearly know WHY..* but yeah...it's a poem I'd love to hate, lol..
I was going through my poems saved on the PC, and I came across this. It's currently titled, 'Thank You, Bro', but if y'all can come up with a better one, that'll be great! (Y) Once again, don't be quick to judge...إن بعض الظن إثم. It's the very least I could do for someone through whom I finally came back to my Deen, wel7amdulillah.
It was my very first attempt at a direct dedication, and I don't think I ever wrote words like these ever again *the last few lines* This was written around the 10th of June, 2006. It was originally written in my old style of 'chewed up words', but I've converted it into 'proper English', because it now seems retarded, lol *Ibrahim, as always..you were right -.- lol :p*
Thank You, Bro
I think I can safely blame the slight 'weirdness' of this post on Dunkin Donut's iced mint coffee; people, please...don't drink it. I sincerely advise you not to; it tastes horrible, & keeps sleep away. I had only slept for 3-4 hours, and I was falling asleep in class, writing 'notes' from God knows where *they had absolutely NOTHING to do with Macroeconomics*..I drank that *in anger & 'rebellion'*...there is nothing more horrible than it...even COUGH SYRUP tastes better!
As you can see, I make very little sense even now...
I was slightly hesitant to share this poem earlier, as I hadn't written anything like this for my own brothers. However, since they both have their own, highly personalized dedications now, I thought, 'it's safe, no jealousy' *Ha ha* :p
This is just a small way of thanking you
I really appreciate everything that you do
From pulling me back up wen I'm feeling really down
To bringing out a smile & wiping away the frown
Brother, you were always there for me when I needed support
You were always the one who gave me solace & comfort
You never silenced me even when I got hyper & crazy
You dealt wit me in a 'fab' way & oh-so-patiently
When I think of all that u have done
I'm left speechless & a little stunned
Because I don’t understand what I've done to deserve
All those lovely 'pressies' n them kind words
You were the one who stopped the endless flow of my tears
Every time I thought of the past few years
You never treated me harshly like others do
And for that also, I'm in debt to you
One day, I would love to give all that in return
And bring to you the joy you’ve rightfully earned
May Allah bless you with the happiness you bring in my life
In the form of a loving, caring, & righteous wife
May He shower His Mercy & Love on both of you
May He bestow the patience & endurance needed to go through
All the tests of life that you yet have to face
May both of you find bliss & harmony in that
May the Gates of Jannah be spread wide open in
May the sweet-smelling Musk become
Brother, for now there isn’t anything better I can think of to do
Other than include you in all my ad3iya, too
Once again, Jazakallah 5ayyr for all that you've said & done
May you gain the best & Eternal Reward from The Most Merciful One!
Allahumma Ameen...
I think I can safely blame the slight 'weirdness' of this post on Dunkin Donut's iced mint coffee; people, please...don't drink it. I sincerely advise you not to; it tastes horrible, & keeps sleep away. I had only slept for 3-4 hours, and I was falling asleep in class, writing 'notes' from God knows where *they had absolutely NOTHING to do with Macroeconomics*..I drank that *in anger & 'rebellion'*...there is nothing more horrible than it...even COUGH SYRUP tastes better!
As you can see, I make very little sense even now...
I was slightly hesitant to share this poem earlier, as I hadn't written anything like this for my own brothers. However, since they both have their own, highly personalized dedications now, I thought, 'it's safe, no jealousy' *Ha ha* :p
Take care, y'all,
Wes Salam 3lykm w Ra7matullahi T3ala w Barakateh
*PS. For those of you wondering what language the post's title is in--> Nostalgia + Chick*
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
The Poison of 'Love'
Salam 3lykm
Last night was tough on me, but al7amdulillah...life goes on, right? Thoughts just raced around one after another, and mind you...none of them were pleasant. Memories taunted me, triggered suicidal behavior, lol. Fortunately for ME, or unfortunately for those who hate me, I'm still alive.
Anyway, I appreciate the comment a reader left on my 3mra post - really made my day, bro/sis! fa Jzak/ch Allah kil 5ayr fdnya wel a5ira ^_^ I have decided to keep writing, and you should thank my Mom for that, lol...she said I was being selfish, and my niyyah was not right. She told me to think about the people who's lives I've managed to influence positively *al7amdulillah*, and that I should do this with e5la9.
It all started off as therapy, so I wasn't really doing it for anyone else but myself...but then, it somehow became this 'manual' for some people, and a 'novel' for others. I hope others are learning from my mistakes, and at the same time, ermm...getting free entertainment?:p lol..
so yeah, now I have this Niyyah that...I need to do this for the sake of Allah...but then I lose the aspect of 'therapy' in a way? As in, I can't pour raw feelings out here anymore, cuz as a friend put it, ' I feel like I've invaded your mind'...and that's not a very...ermm, nice thing? lol..I don't want y'all to be sittin' there analyzing my mind!O_O *it's not a very pleasant thing to analyze anyway, lol..*
I don't make much sense now, do I? Yeah, that's how my mind currently is...all jumbled up. Anyway, this was just something on the 'sidelines'. Today's post is actually focused on something that has befallen Ummat M7amad...read on, and I hope this benefits you, as much as it REALLY benefited me...as I wrote it! *Still don't make sense, do I?:p*
The Poison of 'Love'
When will I let go of these broken dreams?
When will I learn to face reality with a smile?
When will I learn people aren't actually how the seem?
They always show their true colors after a while
When will these memories stop taunting me?
When will it all fade away?
Will I ever be able to look at it indifferently?
Unfazed by the pain I've felt all these days
Will the tears ever cease to flow?
Can I dream of days when everything will be alright?
Or will it always feel like someone's wedged a poisoned arrow
In my heart, yet out of sight...
The poison's spreading oh-ever-so-slowly
Paralyzing life as it snakes around
Will this poison ever prove its fatality?
...Or is there an antidote that yet needs to be found?
This was written in Madinah on the 29th, in the morning after I woke up. It isn't that great, I know; I'm really losing my 'poetic touch'! However, I've sketched out a certain scenario, and here's where the therapy kicks in. As I wrote this, I had no idea it would lead me to a certain conclusion that has helped me stand up again after a really hard fall. Sb7analla, I could never thank Allah ENOUGH for making me realize what I'm about to share with you now.
The scenario is that of a girl who's been hurt, played, cheated by human wolves who made empty promises of a happily married life, based on trust and love. As she asks herself all these questions, she realizes she's been tricked by Shay6an, and equates it to being struck by a poisoned arrow. She realizes her heart is void of the essential vitamin of life: Love for ALLAH. Her heart is thus, diseased, and requires a 'quick fix' before it's too late. The antidote is Touba & Esti'3far, for straying away.
This poem is dedicated to all those brothers and sisters who fell trap to Shay6an's evil ways. He traps even those who try really hard to stay away from fwa7ish. He makes you think, "How else are you going to get married?", "Hey, it's OK to mess about; you'll probably end up marrying him/her anyway" , but the most DANGEROUS one of ALL: "You're doing this to save yourself from 7araam; as long as you stay away from physical stuff, it's OK"
It's NOT OK; no matter HOW harmless a platonic relationship might sound, you don't get GOOD out of something that's forbidden by Islam. It eventually leads to sexual references, and then things just go downhill from there. There was a reason why Islam prohibited intermingling of the sexes..and no, it wasn't because Islam is an oppressive religion.
Unfortunately, Ummat M7amad صلى الله عليه و سلم has been struck by something WORSE than plague - illicit relationships. This is partially our own doing; we tend to make what's 7araam, 7alaal...and vice versa. Elkuffaar mayg9roon 6b3n - they happily inject toxins via Cable TV, music, literature...you name it, and they probably use it to spread fitn w fwa7ish in the Muslim Ummah.
I direct these questions to the brothers who mess around with their Muslim sisters...
What do you gain out of it? Is it worth a Muslimah's modesty? Is it worth her SANITY? Is it worth tarnishing her reputation for the rest of her life? Is that momentary pleasure worth the damage of a lifetime?
Last night was tough on me, but al7amdulillah...life goes on, right? Thoughts just raced around one after another, and mind you...none of them were pleasant. Memories taunted me, triggered suicidal behavior, lol. Fortunately for ME, or unfortunately for those who hate me, I'm still alive.
Anyway, I appreciate the comment a reader left on my 3mra post - really made my day, bro/sis! fa Jzak/ch Allah kil 5ayr fdnya wel a5ira ^_^ I have decided to keep writing, and you should thank my Mom for that, lol...she said I was being selfish, and my niyyah was not right. She told me to think about the people who's lives I've managed to influence positively *al7amdulillah*, and that I should do this with e5la9.
It all started off as therapy, so I wasn't really doing it for anyone else but myself...but then, it somehow became this 'manual' for some people, and a 'novel' for others. I hope others are learning from my mistakes, and at the same time, ermm...getting free entertainment?:p lol..
so yeah, now I have this Niyyah that...I need to do this for the sake of Allah...but then I lose the aspect of 'therapy' in a way? As in, I can't pour raw feelings out here anymore, cuz as a friend put it, ' I feel like I've invaded your mind'...and that's not a very...ermm, nice thing? lol..I don't want y'all to be sittin' there analyzing my mind!O_O *it's not a very pleasant thing to analyze anyway, lol..*
I don't make much sense now, do I? Yeah, that's how my mind currently is...all jumbled up. Anyway, this was just something on the 'sidelines'. Today's post is actually focused on something that has befallen Ummat M7amad...read on, and I hope this benefits you, as much as it REALLY benefited me...as I wrote it! *Still don't make sense, do I?:p*
The Poison of 'Love'
When will I let go of these broken dreams?
When will I learn to face reality with a smile?
When will I learn people aren't actually how the seem?
They always show their true colors after a while
When will these memories stop taunting me?
When will it all fade away?
Will I ever be able to look at it indifferently?
Unfazed by the pain I've felt all these days
Will the tears ever cease to flow?
Can I dream of days when everything will be alright?
Or will it always feel like someone's wedged a poisoned arrow
In my heart, yet out of sight...
The poison's spreading oh-ever-so-slowly
Paralyzing life as it snakes around
Will this poison ever prove its fatality?
...Or is there an antidote that yet needs to be found?
The scenario is that of a girl who's been hurt, played, cheated by human wolves who made empty promises of a happily married life, based on trust and love. As she asks herself all these questions, she realizes she's been tricked by Shay6an, and equates it to being struck by a poisoned arrow. She realizes her heart is void of the essential vitamin of life: Love for ALLAH. Her heart is thus, diseased, and requires a 'quick fix' before it's too late. The antidote is Touba & Esti'3far, for straying away.
This poem is dedicated to all those brothers and sisters who fell trap to Shay6an's evil ways. He traps even those who try really hard to stay away from fwa7ish. He makes you think, "How else are you going to get married?", "Hey, it's OK to mess about; you'll probably end up marrying him/her anyway" , but the most DANGEROUS one of ALL: "You're doing this to save yourself from 7araam; as long as you stay away from physical stuff, it's OK"
It's NOT OK; no matter HOW harmless a platonic relationship might sound, you don't get GOOD out of something that's forbidden by Islam. It eventually leads to sexual references, and then things just go downhill from there. There was a reason why Islam prohibited intermingling of the sexes..and no, it wasn't because Islam is an oppressive religion.
Unfortunately, Ummat M7amad صلى الله عليه و سلم has been struck by something WORSE than plague - illicit relationships. This is partially our own doing; we tend to make what's 7araam, 7alaal...and vice versa. Elkuffaar mayg9roon 6b3n - they happily inject toxins via Cable TV, music, literature...you name it, and they probably use it to spread fitn w fwa7ish in the Muslim Ummah.
I direct these questions to the brothers who mess around with their Muslim sisters...
What do you gain out of it? Is it worth a Muslimah's modesty? Is it worth her SANITY? Is it worth tarnishing her reputation for the rest of her life? Is that momentary pleasure worth the damage of a lifetime?
If your answers are NO, then...your actions contradict your words, and if your answers are YES, then I ask you ONE more question:
Would you allow male strangers...no wait, forget them..your own FRIENDS, to derive the same pleasure from your female family members?
Would you allow male strangers...no wait, forget them..your own FRIENDS, to derive the same pleasure from your female family members?
If your answer is YES, magder agool illa Allah y3eenhn - w you definitely need an MRI brain scan...but if it's NO, then how can YOU rob your sisters in ISLAM - a relationship that's stronger than a blood relationship! - of their INNOCENCE? How can you ruin their lives heartlessly, knowing they're someone's sister, daughter, or mother?
Lil2asaf eshadeed, some of our misguided brothers yft5roon eb the numbers of girls who have fallen for them, and they set up CHALLENGES amongst their friends, related to ensnaring specific girls. Are we talking about cold pieces of meat here, wela human beings with feelings and emotions? They talk about them like they are empty vessels, with which to satisfy their carnal desires.
No worries, what goes around, COMES AROUND. Someone, somewhere, has got his filthy sight on your women, ya e5wani fillah. W shratkm, ybahn to satisfy HIS desires. Tr'9oon wela ma tr'9oon, mool ma yhemmeh...
...Just like you don't give a damn when you talk dirty about someone else's women. Low matr'9oon, '39bn 3nkm, you will HAVE to see your female family member(s) SUFFER at the hands of these wolves...w there's NO ONE TO BLAME '3AYRKM.
Lil2asaf eshadeed, some of our misguided brothers yft5roon eb the numbers of girls who have fallen for them, and they set up CHALLENGES amongst their friends, related to ensnaring specific girls. Are we talking about cold pieces of meat here, wela human beings with feelings and emotions? They talk about them like they are empty vessels, with which to satisfy their carnal desires.
No worries, what goes around, COMES AROUND. Someone, somewhere, has got his filthy sight on your women, ya e5wani fillah. W shratkm, ybahn to satisfy HIS desires. Tr'9oon wela ma tr'9oon, mool ma yhemmeh...
...Just like you don't give a damn when you talk dirty about someone else's women. Low matr'9oon, '39bn 3nkm, you will HAVE to see your female family member(s) SUFFER at the hands of these wolves...w there's NO ONE TO BLAME '3AYRKM.
Nsaitow enkm 5alg ALLAH?
Nsaitow ena ho 8ader 3ela kil shay?
Nsaitow...he's watching EVERTHING you do?
Nsaitow..ho y3lem 5wa6rkm, w 7atta elli ENTOW ma tdroon?
Those thoughts that haven't even occurred to you, YET...
MA T5AFOON?
You are inviting the Wrath of Allah upon yourselves, w ma tsh3roon. You - literally - are digging deep ditches for yourselves, out of which you might NEVER come out. All this...for the sake of what? Carnal desires? Are they even WORTH it?
Eta8ullaah..what might seem 'fun' right now, won't seem that way later. I promise you...
I'll end this post, but will pick up from here next time, as this is a pretty 'heavy' discussion. Once again, your comments are definitely valued, however; this place won't be closing down any time soon. A few people's demanding attitude really infuriated me at first, however; this is MY blog, and I do NOT write on demand. Allah ysame7km..w 6b3n I hold nothing against you all. I'd just appreciate if you would weigh your words before speaking. If you like it, al7amdulillah..and if you don't, al7amdulillah; as long as even ONE person gains benefit out of this blog...it stays.
Take care all,
Wes Salam 3lykm wa Ra7matullahi T3ala w barakateh
Nsaitow ena ho 8ader 3ela kil shay?
Nsaitow...he's watching EVERTHING you do?
Nsaitow..ho y3lem 5wa6rkm, w 7atta elli ENTOW ma tdroon?
Those thoughts that haven't even occurred to you, YET...
MA T5AFOON?
You are inviting the Wrath of Allah upon yourselves, w ma tsh3roon. You - literally - are digging deep ditches for yourselves, out of which you might NEVER come out. All this...for the sake of what? Carnal desires? Are they even WORTH it?
Eta8ullaah..what might seem 'fun' right now, won't seem that way later. I promise you...
I'll end this post, but will pick up from here next time, as this is a pretty 'heavy' discussion. Once again, your comments are definitely valued, however; this place won't be closing down any time soon. A few people's demanding attitude really infuriated me at first, however; this is MY blog, and I do NOT write on demand. Allah ysame7km..w 6b3n I hold nothing against you all. I'd just appreciate if you would weigh your words before speaking. If you like it, al7amdulillah..and if you don't, al7amdulillah; as long as even ONE person gains benefit out of this blog...it stays.
Take care all,
Wes Salam 3lykm wa Ra7matullahi T3ala w barakateh
Monday, October 6, 2008
Unstable..Damaged BEYOND Repair
Salam 3lykm
Readers, please dont go on judging me by my words...I have enough problems to deal with..
I'm sittin' here, tears streamin' endlessly down my face, starin' at my wrists and wonderin'...what do I have to live for? Veins lookin' very prominent..only problem is..my blades have been confiscated..
Til' when am I going to be tormented by memories of what happened?
Readers, please dont go on judging me by my words...I have enough problems to deal with..
I'm sittin' here, tears streamin' endlessly down my face, starin' at my wrists and wonderin'...what do I have to live for? Veins lookin' very prominent..only problem is..my blades have been confiscated..
Til' when am I going to be tormented by memories of what happened?
Thursday, September 18, 2008
3mra =D
Salam 3lykm
Leaving today directly from uni for KSA Inshalla - Sam7ooni if I've wronged anyone out there - intentionally or unintentionally. Will return after 3eed, & Inshalla that's when I'll decide whether this blog stays, or goes. *'Debates' isn't looking too promising, is it?*
Remember me in your sincere Ad3iya,
Take Care, w *mu8adaman* 3eedkm M'barak!
Wes Salam 3lykm w Ra7matullahi T3ala w Barakateh
Leaving today directly from uni for KSA Inshalla - Sam7ooni if I've wronged anyone out there - intentionally or unintentionally. Will return after 3eed, & Inshalla that's when I'll decide whether this blog stays, or goes. *'Debates' isn't looking too promising, is it?*
Remember me in your sincere Ad3iya,
Take Care, w *mu8adaman* 3eedkm M'barak!
Wes Salam 3lykm w Ra7matullahi T3ala w Barakateh
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
DEBATE: 5aleeji Rap?
Salam 3lykm,
OK y'all, adding a new 'feature' to this blog - DEBATES - there are a lot of topics that can be debated about, and I'll be taking them one at a time, Inshalla. I was given this idea a long time ago, but I was hesitant about it for a while. I've seen how fights erupt, just because two people can't agree on the same point. I should add, I can get fired up when it involves Islam...I just see black or white, nothing in between. However, I've learned that you can't enforce your opinion on someone; you can stir doubts in their mind, and weaken their foundations;)
Oh, another thing...I've added a 'cbox' on the right; it's pretty self-explanatory, eh?:p
Right, lets get this thing started...first, take a look at this video:
Here's MY 2cents worth:
I thought it would be hypocritical of me to share music, as I 'claim' I've stopped listening to it. That's 100% correct, al7amdulillah..but then it would lead some people to think, 'how did she hear of these people, then?' Am I right? It's aiight, because yes, that question would arise in my mind, too.
Lookin' at these guys...OK...sure, first time I saw it, I had this big grin on my face to see the guys bouncin' around, wavin' their hands, lookin' proud to be Emarati, drivin' the crowd wild..etc etc (Y)
Then, I kinda had this brain freeze, and the jumpin' around didn't seem so nice anymore. Call me an extremist, but Ummat M7amad doin' this now? Wesh elferg beynhm w beyn el'3rb? Sure, the lyrics are different, might contain 'proud to be a Muslim' and words like that, but the whole 'bling' attire, the whole action is ALL the SAME!
Take a look at this; I didn't know what to do when I saw this..it shocked me for a complete day.
Yes, take a look at the auditions...these are Makkawis...am I still an extremist when I think, 'this is one of the holy lands'? Thousands and thousands of people die hoping they could go for 7ajj, or AT LEAST, go for 3mra ONCE. These are people fortunate enough to be LIVING there...and they're doin' WHAT instead?
Al7amdulillah, we still have many brothers like this one - may Allah protect them from prevailing fitn w fwa7ish; Ameen -
I'm not jealous of Desert Heat, don't get me wrong here...a lot of people would call me a 'hater'.No, for rappers, they are really very good! I mean, if I had found them when I was listening to music, I probably would've dropped listening to 'Western Rap' and stuck to them! But...shbab el Muslimeen...=(
Anyway, I shared my opinion about the whole thing, would like to see yours ^_^ Please feel free to agree or disagree; everyone is entitled to their own opinion (Y)
And lemme know if you think I'm an extremist; it's okay, because I've been called that a couple of times ;)
Wes Salam 3lykm w Ra7matullahi T3ala w Barakateh
OK y'all, adding a new 'feature' to this blog - DEBATES - there are a lot of topics that can be debated about, and I'll be taking them one at a time, Inshalla. I was given this idea a long time ago, but I was hesitant about it for a while. I've seen how fights erupt, just because two people can't agree on the same point. I should add, I can get fired up when it involves Islam...I just see black or white, nothing in between. However, I've learned that you can't enforce your opinion on someone; you can stir doubts in their mind, and weaken their foundations;)
Oh, another thing...I've added a 'cbox' on the right; it's pretty self-explanatory, eh?:p
Right, lets get this thing started...first, take a look at this video:
Q: How do y'all feel?
Proud & happy?
..Or saddened & angry?
Proud & happy?
..Or saddened & angry?
Here's MY 2cents worth:
I thought it would be hypocritical of me to share music, as I 'claim' I've stopped listening to it. That's 100% correct, al7amdulillah..but then it would lead some people to think, 'how did she hear of these people, then?' Am I right? It's aiight, because yes, that question would arise in my mind, too.
Lookin' at these guys...OK...sure, first time I saw it, I had this big grin on my face to see the guys bouncin' around, wavin' their hands, lookin' proud to be Emarati, drivin' the crowd wild..etc etc (Y)
Then, I kinda had this brain freeze, and the jumpin' around didn't seem so nice anymore. Call me an extremist, but Ummat M7amad doin' this now? Wesh elferg beynhm w beyn el'3rb? Sure, the lyrics are different, might contain 'proud to be a Muslim' and words like that, but the whole 'bling' attire, the whole action is ALL the SAME!
Take a look at this; I didn't know what to do when I saw this..it shocked me for a complete day.
MAKKAH Thug?!<-----
Yes, take a look at the auditions...these are Makkawis...am I still an extremist when I think, 'this is one of the holy lands'? Thousands and thousands of people die hoping they could go for 7ajj, or AT LEAST, go for 3mra ONCE. These are people fortunate enough to be LIVING there...and they're doin' WHAT instead?
Al7amdulillah, we still have many brothers like this one - may Allah protect them from prevailing fitn w fwa7ish; Ameen -
I'm not jealous of Desert Heat, don't get me wrong here...a lot of people would call me a 'hater'.No, for rappers, they are really very good! I mean, if I had found them when I was listening to music, I probably would've dropped listening to 'Western Rap' and stuck to them! But...shbab el Muslimeen...=(
Anyway, I shared my opinion about the whole thing, would like to see yours ^_^ Please feel free to agree or disagree; everyone is entitled to their own opinion (Y)
And lemme know if you think I'm an extremist; it's okay, because I've been called that a couple of times ;)
Wes Salam 3lykm w Ra7matullahi T3ala w Barakateh
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