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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.

Fear

published by You on 28 December, 2008 - 20:52

Seraphim wrote a long time ago in response to my freedom to fail blog post:

But to say "lets not do anything, lets not even participate" is to say im afraid to loose something at risk of gaining nothing.

Is that true?

For many years I have disliked competing against people. My self justification was that it was unfair on others (elitist and condescending all in one!). Even is sport where I did not excel, I preferred to have the handicap of being in a weaker team and even then I would not use some tactics as "they would ruin the game for others".

and then there is life where the occasional choice of actions can cause metaphorical paralysis.

to a non-muslim woman

published by proud_hijabi on 28 December, 2008 - 10:43

To A Non-Muslim Woman

When you look at me
All that you can see
is the scarf that covers my hair
My words you can't hear
because you're too full of fear,
mouth gaping, all you do is stare

You think it's not my choice
in your own "liberation" rejoice.
You think I'm uneducated,
trapped, oppressed and subjugated,
You're so thankful that you're free.

But non-Muslim woman you've got it wrong
You're the weak and I'm the strong.
For I've rejected the trap of man.
Fancy clothes - low neck, short skirt
those are devices for pain and hurt.
I'm not falling for that little plan.

I'm a person with ideas and thought.
I'm not for sale, I can't be bought.
I'm me - not a fancy toy,
I won't decorate anyone's arm,
nor be promoted for my charm.

Why do I read the Qu'ran?

published by s.b.f on 27 December, 2008 - 23:19

Iv noticed people are putting up poems up as their blogs. I dont understand poems. So Iv decided to put up a nice and simple story, Iv read which Iv found inspirational Smile

Why do we read Quran, even if we can't understand a single Arabic word???? This is a beautiful story.

An old American Muslim lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Quran. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.

One day the grandson asked, "Grandpa! I try to read the Quran just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Qur'an do?"

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