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why are you moaning for?

published by LookingToSee on 2 January, 2009 - 14:20

i wrote this poem ages ago. then found it again and made some "modifications" but i think it needs some more, maybe a "palestinian" paragraph?

Why are you moaning for?

Is that you that is moaning
When there’s no hater when you go downstairs?
While in Russia
People are dying of cold.

Is that you that is moaning
When there’s no hot water when you need it?
While in India
There’s no water to drink.

Is that you that is moaning
When there’s no crisp in the cupboard?
While in Africa
People are starving to death.

Is that you that is moaning when it’s raining during the week-end?
While in Oceania
There are Tsunamis and Tropical storms.

Is that you that is moaning
When you have to share your room with your sister?
While in China
You can only have one child.

I am...

published by TPOS on 2 January, 2009 - 11:12

Quote:
In a world of hate
I am love.

In a world of Shame,
I stand blessed.

In a world of Chaos,
I am Peace.

In a world of Haste,
I am Patience.

In a world of Unjust,
I am Fair.

In a world of Defiance,
I am obedient.

In a world of Evil,
I am Good.

In a world of Despair,
I am Hope.

In a world of falling Religion,
I am Strong.

In a world of darkness
I am light.

In a world like this,
I am Islam.

Presentation

published by LookingToSee on 1 January, 2009 - 20:02

so this is going to be a little presentation for those who wanna know...

i was born in mauritius a little island near madagascar, south-east of Africa...

but dont ask!

i went france when i was just one so i cant tell you anything about it (personal experiense-wise)

i lived in france for 11 years, a little city near paris

we did hijra and i've been in england for 2 years now Alhamdoulillah Biggrin

want to know more just lemme know :/

if you just tell them......

published by proud_hijabi on 29 December, 2008 - 13:58

iF YOU JUST TELL THEM.

this is a true story written anonymously by someone
i found it on the internet and thought it was quite interesting and decided to post it on here

I was sitting in the kitchen. Sabi (our servant) was washing the dishes & then she mop the floor. My Mom came in. Sabi why were you late again? She yelled at her. My bus...... Sabi was going to say something, when my Mom cut her off. That is not an excuse Sabi, she told her.

I had no idea what the excuse was. I decided to ask Sabi when my Mom won't be around. It was time for Zuher. We all made wudo & went to pray except Sabi. She was still working in the kitchen. I was shocked.

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