tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34107552011-04-21T19:59:43.746-04:00Maliha's Daily MusingsRemove your sandals...let the sands of time brush against your feet...Bask in these waves of reflection...Change the world with tides of sublime ideas!Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comBlogger3931100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1144076533346770762006-04-03T10:57:00.000-04:002006-04-03T12:44:18.843-04:00Assalamu Alaykum,.forever in flight. because i'm bored, it's spring, i'm cleaning, and word press rocks. because its time.i am giving blogosphere one more shot, before i sign off. forever. maybe.because the illusion of newness grants me hope.maybe someday i'll change. for the better.for now. i move on.sweep up the old place.pack up the good stuff.leave the strands of regrets, sorrow, hollowness Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1143558555070289482006-03-28T10:06:00.000-05:002006-03-28T10:21:30.786-05:00Assalamu Alaykum,To Wear or Not to Wear...Dear fashion designers,(or all those who make decisions on inventory matters in popular department stores (and other stores for the masses),I am a late twenty something woman, wife, mother, professional contractor, with enough purchasing power but without any real buying options. What does that exactly mean? Let me explain...It seems to me that somewhere Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1136923554978820692006-01-10T14:58:00.000-05:002006-01-10T15:05:54.993-05:00Eid Mubarak...It's Eid! It's Eid!Eid Saeed!I have been jumping up and down and all around...to the sheer amusement of my lil' man...It's Eid! Its EID! EID SAEEEDDDD!He is laughing, a belly full, gurgling laughter, throwing his head back and squealing in delight everytime I do my "special" Eid Song-Dance combo...ITS EID! ITS EID! LETS WAVE ALL AROUND! EID SAEEDD! EID MUBARAK! Enjoy the Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1136052911206718582005-12-31T13:10:00.000-05:002006-01-01T09:57:19.326-05:00Assalamu Alaykum,Adios 2005..."We must strive to remember,what the clouds will never forget"remembering the tsunamiexploding usinto the shoresof the beginninga year that passedall toosoonsenseless sufferingmirrored acrossthe worldwhen KatrinaunearthedAmerica'spoorparaded for the blindto seein betweenwas more deathat the handsof manthe cruelest of allhearts breakingmy baby's first smileThe surge Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1135784175849463192005-12-28T10:23:00.000-05:002005-12-28T10:39:17.296-05:00Assalamu Alaykum,Time"Time is the twine to tie our lives into parcels of years and months. Or a rubber band stretched to suit our fancy. Time can be the pretty ribbon in a little girl's hair. Or the lines in your face, stealing your youthful color and your hair." He sighed and smiled sadly "but in the end, time is a noose around the neck, strangling it slowly".-A Fine Balance, by Rohinton MistryIMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1135262059700079622005-12-22T09:28:00.000-05:002005-12-22T13:09:48.016-05:00Assalamu Alaykum,Reading and Breathing... Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing- Harper LeeIn the past year, I have had an incredible amount of time to read. Everytime I nurse my baby, I have nothing to do but pick up a good book and cuddle up. It has been awesome Alhamdullillah, especially following the previous year where I was in an intensive Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1135260967074868922005-12-22T09:04:00.000-05:002005-12-22T09:16:07.086-05:00Assalamu Alaykum,The Profundity of our heedlessness:"What is stupor or unconsiousness in this probationary life will be the opening of the eyes to the spiritual world: for death is the Gateway between the two. Once through the Gateway, man will realise how the things which he neglected or looked upon as remote are the intimate Realities, and the things which seemed to loom large in the eyes of Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1134786949215468632005-12-16T21:09:00.000-05:002005-12-26T22:38:36.773-05:00Assalamu Alaykum,Book Review: Meeting the Challenges of Parenting in the Westby: Dr. Ekram Beshir and Mohammed Rida BeshirIt was a really breezy read Mashaallah. I enjoyed the authors' (husband and wife team effort) style: its light, anecdotal and the chapters flow pretty seamlessly. There were a couple of pointers that made me stop and actually reflect upon them. I like the way they stressed on Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1134737082789595502005-12-16T07:37:00.002-05:002005-12-16T08:30:40.863-05:00Assalamu Alaykum,In the Meantime...Reading this right after the break of dawn, gave me goosebumps...its truly amazing Mashaallah. 'Adhaan...an amazing phenomenon' Have a look at a map of the world and you will find Indonesia on the eastern side of the earth. the major cities of Indonesia are: Java, Sumatra, Borneo and Saibil. as soon as dawn breaks on the eastern side of Saibil, at approximatelyMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1134525257347478582005-12-13T20:31:00.000-05:002005-12-13T20:58:44.276-05:00Assalamu Alaykum,Stay tuned...I just got my two orders in:a)Educating Your Child in Modern Times : Raising and Intelligent, Sovereign, Ethical Human Being- by John Gatto and Hamza Yusuf (CD)b) Meeting the Challenges of Parenting in the West- by the Beshirs. (Book)I am especially excited about listening to the set of CD's. First of all, I absolutely love the title "Raising an intelligent..." It's Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1134316068886093202005-12-11T10:08:00.000-05:002005-12-11T10:51:01.176-05:00Assalamu Alaykum,distant times...I don't know why, but since I had Sufyan, I have been haunted by a deep sense of my own mortality. Of course, I always knew I was going to die someday, but witnessing how far we have come, drives the point into the deep dredges of my heart...This life is really too short.There is nothing original about that statement, but the stark reality of it, is not easily Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1133800786384349412005-12-05T11:35:00.000-05:002005-12-05T11:40:29.830-05:00Assalamu Alaykum,For the Love of the Arts...A drop of water to a physicist encapsulates mysteries waiting to be deciphered. From a single drop, he/she can deduce how much force is needed to keep it together, what the surface tension is, and other properties needed to enhance our understanding of the nature of water.To an engineer, all the theories a physicist comes up with can result in practicalMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1133497504192871322005-12-01T23:22:00.000-05:002005-12-02T19:18:54.696-05:00Assalam Alaykum,Coffee and Adulthood...“You see we have a Brazilian environment and that really attracts people”, the coffee house owner grandly waved around, obviously very proud of his business. I hesitated a little, and nodded murmuring in assent. I looked around surreptitiously at the stark walls, modern bright Ikea lights, and wicker chairs placed around little glass tables and tried in vainMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1133153012706875872005-11-27T23:41:00.000-05:002005-11-30T12:07:52.423-05:00Assalamu Alaykum,There is a strange emptiness in the air.Reflections of certain dark times casttheir shadows abroadI don’t remember much of what I should knowYet I somehow grasp this That life is always moving in concentric circles Sometimes they are really smallAnd one feels trapped Others they are hugeand we live grasping onto illusions of progress only to come back to the starting point and Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1133052013635722252005-11-26T19:27:00.000-05:002005-11-26T19:41:56.500-05:00Assalamu Alaykum,against all the strident noises around mei feel an eerie silence within.so many rambling thoughts are clanging withintight spacesI am going through a spiritual funkand what can i begin writing about that would notrebound backas sheer hypocrisy?caged birds don't singthey weepfor the death of all that they can'tevenbegin to name...Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1132926716893973832005-11-25T08:46:00.000-05:002005-11-25T08:56:58.536-05:00Assalamu Alaykum,Thanks Turkey DaySome people can write. Others paint masterpieces, and somehow still manage to bring out the desired wit... Check out the following (by the way commondreams.org hosts some of the most erudite political commentators I have ever come across):Scenes From A Bush Thanksgiving - Dubya Pouts, Cheney Scowls, No One Brings Pie - and Why is Rove Looking at Barb That Way?by Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1132239552707477332005-11-17T09:54:00.000-05:002005-11-18T21:51:42.736-05:00Assalamu Alaykum,Not free...A lot of people say they don't get Toni Morrisson, she is a little too abstract, a little too much. I really enjoy her works, perhaps in her abstraction and poetic prose I find little pieces of myself. This is a quote from "The Bluest eyes" that made me simply sigh..." We honed our egos on her, padded our characters with her frailty, and yawned in the fantasy of our Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1132238658597177522005-11-17T09:41:00.000-05:002005-11-17T09:52:06.506-05:00Assalamu Alaykum,Narcissus...If you haven't read "The Alchemist", drop everything right now, go pick it up, and spend the afternoon curled up in a journey full of magic, spirituality, love and finding of the "self"...sigh...i simply "adore" this book, for a lack of a better word.The Alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1131893059285221272005-11-13T09:24:00.000-05:002005-11-17T09:49:25.956-05:00Assalamu Alaykum,vicissitudes of the heartIf the ethereal moon waxes and wanes,oceanic tides ebb and flow,autumn leavesfall and grow...then what of this poor heart?If mountainous heights erupt in ashes,the stable earth quakes and shivers,sun-kissed skies turn to gloom...how can this faltering soul remain in bloom?when the meadows lose their luscious sheen,and firey hues replace brilliant greens..Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1131050011115467612005-11-03T15:26:00.000-05:002005-11-03T15:39:08.556-05:00Assalamu Alaykum,Eid Mubarak:):):):) Kullu A'am wa antum Bi Kheir:) May Allah accept our siyaam, qiyaam and efforts. May He enable us to implement the increased worship and consciousness we strove for in Ramadhan, throughout the whole year and lifetime. May He grant us beauty of heart, sweetness of disposition, and nobility of character. May we become lightposts to humanity for all that is True, Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1130696469134993812005-10-30T11:31:00.000-05:002005-10-30T18:46:51.830-05:00Assalamu Alaykum,Ramadhan: Meaning amidst the Mundane..."Sufyan baba NO!""OMG! Those are my books habiby!""Not the wire! Sufyan WAIIIIT!"Invariably most of my Ramadhan has been spent hauling Sufyan away from the DVD-Book Shelf-Electric Plugs-Computer-Kitchen Floor-etc. This rapidly crawling baby, who has no interest whatsoever in his toys, has developed a very pragmatic route around my suddenly Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1130269881964155962005-10-25T14:43:00.000-04:002005-10-26T06:02:29.330-04:00Assalamu Alaykum,Family Matters...they really do!Have you ever had those days, when you feel like going off somewhere in the middle of nowhere, and simply live your life serenely amidst strangers? Those days when you are just so fed up by the many trivial (and not so trivial) family issues, that keep pounding at you. Alas the bliss of individualism ought to be the answer. Where you live in a Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1129440473821701322005-10-16T00:35:00.000-04:002005-10-16T01:27:53.876-04:00Assalamu Alaykum,bruised bonds...they don't mean to hurt eachother..they even swear in the aftermath of most of their fights, that they adore one another. Truly so.yet there is a running tension between them that never lets them go. The thin line of nothingness, so taut, fragile...each time it breaks they fall back into the abyss of abuse. Words hurled from the depths of unfulfilled potentials, Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1129093339243866822005-10-12T00:50:00.000-04:002005-10-15T02:23:32.866-04:00Assalamu Alaykum,The why of our existence...Sometimes we forget...actually most of the time we do forget.Engrossed in the daily, busy-ness of life..waking up, going to work, studying, taking care of family, breathing, eating, resting, seeking entertainment, going to work again etc...we get lost within the comfortable cocoon of our daily rhythms and lose touch a little more with the essence of whyMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1128474724872005452005-10-04T20:59:00.000-04:002005-10-04T21:18:44.943-04:00Assalamu Alaykum,Ramadhan Kareem... *This* is my absolute favorite time of the year. The breezes of mercy are blowing, our thirsty souls at the brink of His vast shores ready for a sip of the sweetest nectars. May Allah nourish our Imaan during this wonderful time, May He open our hearts and minds to the true beautyand purpose of our existence. May He guide us, our offspring, and all of HumanityMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1127221473117330932005-09-20T09:02:00.000-04:002005-09-20T09:45:49.730-04:00Motherhood: {almost} Six months and CountingI feel like the last six months have been merely encapsulated within a blink of an eye. The days when I look up at my crawling, babbling, drooling bundle of such profound joy and can’t seem to picture what life was like before Sufyan. Six months of countless diaper changes, interrupted sleep, planning…Six months of placating rising fears and anxiety Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1126096976661434002005-09-07T07:44:00.000-04:002005-09-07T09:10:00.086-04:00Assalamu Alaykum,On the senselessness of Tragedies...That we are human, mortal, vulnerable and completely helpless in the face of catastrophes is a truly humbling lesson for all of mankind.I have been watching too much coverage, synthesizing too many stories, and trying to simply keep afloat the debris of our own nation's shame, disorganization, prejudices, and humiliation that Katrina somehow Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1126093020707072422005-09-07T07:15:00.000-04:002005-09-07T07:43:23.143-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, The {Non} Writing Drama...I have thought a lot about shutting down this blog. There is so much to write about, I feel paralysed everytime I face the screen. Not to mention, I feel like I never have enough time. Yet a part of me, still does not want to give it up. That little aspiring writer inside, that demands her space to flex my Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1113664010950839142005-04-16T10:34:00.000-04:002005-08-05T00:05:53.996-04:00Assalamu Alaykum,Precious Gifts...Sufyan arrived to safely capture my heart on March 25th, 2005. Subhana Allah, I can't remember what life was like before he came, and I still haven't recovered from the breath he took away when I first looked into his eyes.I am still stammering, looking for words that can eloquently express this burst of gratitude I feel each day I wake up...Or maybe try to Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1101673272698786672004-11-28T15:19:00.000-05:002004-11-28T16:07:43.486-05:00“How do you shoot the devil in the back?” “What if you miss?” To my little sister standing at the one of the many crossroads of life… How can I undazzle Thee? I can’t compete for your attention. I can’t keep fighting illusions, mirages, fleeting shadows. Somehow my aim is always off.I don’t have billions of dollars to redefine “coolness” for you; to dazzle you with picturesque images of pomp Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1099516760949543602004-11-03T15:48:00.000-05:002004-11-03T16:34:37.736-05:00Assalamu Alaykum, A Day of Mourning... To say I am horrified is an understatement. My insides have been ashenly cold since this morning when the news media confirmed my worst fears... yes, bush is getting four more years of freedom to reign his terror on this world. four more years with nothing to lose, no reelection to worry about...four more years of cheney, rumsfeld, wolfowitz, ashcroft andMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1099330070044953362004-11-01T13:24:00.000-05:002004-11-01T12:27:50.046-05:00Assalamu Alaykum, Of the blessings we seldom acknowledge... Did I ever tell you that Fall is my favorite season? Don’t get me wrong I love the chirping brightness of spring, the chilling purification of winter, and even the festive heat of summer. I guess what I am trying to say is that I love the blessing of witnessing the changing of seasons, for His signs of life, death, resurrection are Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1098568888132457552004-10-23T17:46:00.000-04:002004-10-23T18:06:26.083-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, The leaves are changing; a beautiful flickering flame has taken over the horizon; burning moments into rains of leaves and leaves into barren trees. Fall holds precious songs of harmonious death; of how nature surrenders in the most tragically poetic of ways; leaving us awed in the midst of such splendid vibrancy...even at the Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1096466374331020102004-09-29T09:53:00.000-04:002004-10-23T12:43:27.463-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, Most days I listen to the news, read some insane ideas, and swallow deeply and painfully. Sometimes I get outraged and call up someone, anyone, to rant about how crazy this world is becoming. I rarely do write back however, since it seems like a foregone conclusion. Like no one really cares. But for some articles, the swallowing becomes too horrid, and the silence too Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-109345594401301832004-08-25T13:38:00.000-04:002004-08-25T17:58:36.026-04:00The indistinct lines between madness & love I have wanted to write so much about you; yet the mere thought weighs me down in tears Me, always so full of words Aching to express Suddenly being so empty; so powerless to conjure up the most evocative of languages Me, drowning in my own pools of helplessness In perpetual tongue arrest, only when it comes to you. I have wanted to say so many Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1092919562925347192004-08-19T08:41:00.000-04:002004-08-19T09:18:24.370-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, Pop Islam versus the Real Struggle Cute Hijabs, matching tight pants, perfectly manicured hands drumming restlessly to the beat of the latest Nasheed pop; Nice rides, sipping café lattes, halaqas embraced in the depths of cozy rooms, speaking of distant dreams and privileged existences. Do we know the real struggle? ISNA club, throngs of fans milling air conditioned Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1086693001180851292004-06-08T07:00:00.000-04:002004-06-08T07:15:48.043-04:00 Allah's Gifts... Assalamu Alaykum, I would like to give a shout out to two most incredibly intelligent *young* Muslim girls on the blog world! Please give a big hand to... Rasha and Rida @ Day in the Life of Muslim Kidz! Mashaallah! Their blog is full of intelligent tidbits about their thoughts, life, funky facts etc. Please Show your love and support, and leave a nice comment at their Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1085206343498503292004-05-22T02:08:00.000-04:002004-05-22T02:17:34.253-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, For a single moment of pleasure indulgence forgetfulness... we are willing to sacrifice our whole eternity. why am i so foolish?Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1083458217699580892004-05-01T20:36:00.000-04:002004-05-01T20:53:52.840-04:00 Assalamu Alaykum, Remembrance... "But why is there so much beauty?" her voice chocked with such volatile emotions, she spun around with glistening eyes "do you ever wonder why?" He was quiet, as usual, listening to the unspoken words, the volumes that remain hidden in the forcefulness of the way she speaks. Suspended three thousands feet above the hustle and bustle of humanity, the Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1080850406045159162004-04-01T15:13:00.000-05:002004-05-02T20:52:44.700-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, tracing this senseless pain... sometimes i am prodded to write, urged from something so deep within, kicking and screaming, looking for a way out. When I can't seem to control this bottled up feeling that threatens to engulf me, choke me, overwhelm me, I sit down and stare at a blank slate...ready to paint fresh canvasses of my blues. Yet of what should I write? and Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1079368386211066302004-03-15T11:33:00.000-05:002004-03-15T11:36:45.280-05:00 Assalamu Alaykum, Comfortless dreams... I saw you in my dreams. You were so little, vulnerable, your eyes so wide…how did it happen? How could I step out of a room where worshippers, led by the Imam were watching Television. Yes, the idiot box is a sign of our times, those who rebel are considered backward. Stupid. You must watch the idiot box. You must be an idiot. You must keep up with theseMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1078586414087721592004-03-06T10:20:00.000-05:002004-03-07T11:59:44.060-05:00Assalamu Alaykum, What remains forgotten... In the quest for truth there has always been travellers sages from all ages trekking the same paths redrawing their paradigms of existence from wells hiding untold treasures hoarding secret whispers of manifest destinies only few have the recourse to these well hidden stores of knowledge for while everyone is well equipped armed with the necessary Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1078146028500865902004-03-01T08:00:00.000-05:002004-03-01T08:06:12.873-05:00Assalamu Alaykum, Vicegerent?! Who?? "When God said to the angels: "I will create a vicegerent on earth." They said: "Will You place therein one who will make mischief therein and shed blood?- while we do celebrate Your praises and glorify Your Holy (name)?" He said: "I know what ye know not." {Quran 2: 30} \Vice*ge"rent\, a. [Vice, a. + gerent: cf. F. viceg['e]rant.] Having or exercising Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1077116110271687032004-02-18T09:55:00.000-05:002004-03-01T08:04:38.560-05:00Assalamu Alaykum, Beauty Manifest... "There is no real beauty which does not have truth concealed in it, and there is no real truth from which beauty does not emanate"- Burckhardt. Beauty speaks so many tongues, taking forms that dazzle mere mortals into glimpses of a higher consciousness. Poets, singers, lovers, mystics, and saints have all crooned throughout time, each yearning to express theMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1076902190401945322004-02-15T22:29:00.000-05:002004-02-15T22:34:36.263-05:00Assalamu Alaykum, Muted Jargon I feel the walls surrounding me. captured within an intricate maze of subdued awareness. reaching beyond the surface requires more energy than i can muster. i am singing with the synchronicity of a caged bird wondering about the futility of expression in a world of screaming loudness defeaning silence muted noise is it characteristic for one who yearns to Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1076335130618613762004-02-09T08:58:00.000-05:002004-02-09T09:00:35.936-05:00Assalamu Alaykum, Everything you see has its roots in the unseen world. The forms may change, yet the essence remains the same. Every wonderful sight will vanish, every sweet word will fade, But do not be disheartened, The source they come from is eternal, growing, Branching out, giving new life and new joy. Why do you weep? The source is within you And this whole world is springing upMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1075828036326484262004-02-03T12:07:00.000-05:002004-02-03T12:12:48.170-05:00Assalamu Alaykum, The breezes of today's Divine Dawn, fluttered my heart awake to the sacredness of a day that marks both A beginning and a poignantly bittersweet end to the spiritual journey of millions of souls, gathering humbly around the Mountain of Mercy. Their tears are spilling into the spiritual deserts of earth, trembling with awe. Nourishing drops of life embedded in each yearning Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1075826908185574882004-02-03T11:48:00.000-05:002004-02-03T12:11:42.060-05:00Assalamu Alaykum, "There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you" -Zora Neale Hurston Sometimes we enjoy more depth in our own encapsulated moments of silence, than any futile words can hope to capture. Yet I still write... I place trembling fingers on this hopeless keyboard discordant keys playing senselessly within my heart. one day...i promise myself. One day, I will sing Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1070756383486789332003-12-06T19:19:00.000-05:002003-12-18T17:33:24.466-05:00 Assalamu Alaykum, Random Nothingness... Why does the urge to write seems to set in whenever I am drowning in piled up work that i need to get done and never seem to have enough time, or is it will power?, to get to it. I say after a couple random postulations on my blog i will get to it, and that was after the nap i just had to take, and the run around the snow i had to do, and the house Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1070675251478280302003-12-05T20:47:00.000-05:002003-12-05T20:50:58.560-05:00Assalamu Alaykum, The eclipse... It's too early for me to be feeling this way. I can't. It's impossible. I hold on to the dredges of my bittersweet memories of Ramadhan and wonder what happened and why so soon? I try to recreate those beautiful sacred moments that were weighed down by the palpable feeling of Allah's Mercy, and yet the emptiness sets in..and occupies a larger than life space Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1069954319752665012003-11-27T12:31:00.000-05:002003-11-27T12:33:14.000-05:00Assalamu Alaykum, The shadows of our worship remain... The shadows of our worship remain...long after the blessed month has eclipsed into a new one...filled with festivities and celebrations throughout the world. I miss Ramadhan but I do love Eid. Something about the palpable joy that emanates out of hearts filled with delight, the souls that congregate in Masajids big and small, yearning to Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1069789933211083072003-11-25T14:52:00.000-05:002003-11-25T14:52:44.310-05:00Assalamu Alaykum, Eid Mubarak Eid Mubarak y'all.. To all you armchair activists, chilling in your AC Rooms, full from over Feasting on ya meals, bloated from your self righteous realms..Eid Mubarak. To all the suffering Muslims around the world, dying, starving, eating the dust of their existence..Eid Mubarak. To all the dead Muslims, *mutilated* beyond repair..to the Bosnian women, who wereMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1067992965037339602003-11-04T19:42:00.000-05:002003-11-04T19:58:35.976-05:00Assalamu Alaykum, searching for meaning amidst broken pearls... Ramadhan Kareem everyone...sigh..i know its kinda late..i might as well wish y'all a happy Eid in advance. We are almost half way through and I feel time slipping through my finger tips..cutting the edges of my bleeding heart with the realization that whatever i do, its never quite enough to justify my paltry existence on this Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1067037678192279912003-10-24T19:21:00.000-04:002003-10-24T19:32:33.846-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, Nurturing thru' nature... The serenity and pristine beauty of the universe, never ceases to amaze me. Subhana Allah, all I have to do is turn my eyes upward, at any given minute, to see the wondorous picturesque skies that Allah so Majestically paints for us...it seems that the Artist never ceases, for every moment the landscape changes, the clouds shift, causing streams of Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1066607734063387932003-10-19T19:55:00.000-04:002003-10-19T20:15:38.990-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, Is there any room for my tears? Can I talk about that which my heart propels me to write, when my mind is full of rhetoric, jumping from topic to topic, signals bottling up that which I yearn to touch...so deep within. Serious academic scholarship was never meant for the faint of heart. Reason has got to transcend when you speak of topics that make your heart gasp in horror, Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1066348645763292952003-10-16T19:57:00.000-04:002003-10-16T19:57:25.096-04:00 Assalamu Alaykum, Finding meaning in Post Modernist Existence I don't even know what to say and how to frame my fleeting ideas. It's been a while I know since I last said anything meaningful (if i ever do) , and a little while longer I begin to understand there is such a dead density to words. Too many people talk, too many people want to be heard *by any means necessary*, but where are the Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1064541764103818582003-09-25T22:02:00.000-04:002003-09-25T22:19:43.343-04:00 Assalamu Alaykum, sigh, my mother recently journeyed "back home" to spend a year or two (Allahu A'lam) solaced by the cool Mombasa breezes, comforted by the familiar scents of her childhood memories, and soothed by the warm embraces of her friends, loved ones, relatives...Hearing the lilting laugher in her voice and the geniune happiness that rings when one is surrounded by loved ones, makes me Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1063319500104901272003-09-11T18:31:00.000-04:002003-09-11T18:31:40.080-04:00 Assalamu Alaykum, An anniversary televised death. I don’t have a television. The peace that is emanating in my little apartment seems surreal considering that today is the anniversary of our generation’s “D” day. Somehow reliving yet another year of seeing the twin towers crash, and hearing the same appalling stories over and over again, is not something I was particularly looking forward to. Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1063112273412609392003-09-09T08:57:00.000-04:002003-09-09T08:59:49.400-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, Are we Really dying? Really? In a world where death is cheaper than a Mc Donald’s happy meal, in a world where even the ones living are permeating the distinct stench of a dying breed, most of us maintain a stubbornly detached relationship with this ever so large impending reality awaiting every single one of us. We watch evening after evening, mesmerized at the carnage that Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1063030003672946322003-09-08T10:06:00.000-04:002003-09-08T10:06:43.796-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, a broken string... Words break the surface, shatter the sacred realm like a carelessly strewn rock on a tranquil lake shuddering heedless miles We talk to fill the emptiness voids billowing on top of each other as letters dance meaninglessly calling for respite we talk maliciously squandering precious time premeditated murders for in death we somehow yearn to glean a Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1063029877136044842003-09-08T10:04:00.000-04:002003-09-08T10:27:36.536-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, "When night approaches it makes an announcement which is heard by all creation except human beings and jinns as follows; Oh Sons of Adam! I am a new creation and will testify about all the deeds performed during my tenure. Utilize my existence to the best of your advantage, because after the sun rise you will never see me again. After that you would not be able to increase yourMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1063029709586445242003-09-08T10:01:00.000-04:002003-09-08T10:01:49.626-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, Sorry all, I have been a big loser in keeping this site updated. Since I came back from the retreat I have been putting so much pressure on myself *not* to waste time, to read more, pray more, be a better Muslimah Inshaallah. Yet I still ended up wasting too much time, and feeling that deadness that inevitably comes with that. I guess there's some truth that goes with the sayingMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1057511720222486692003-07-06T13:15:00.000-04:002003-07-06T13:15:20.320-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, Check out the most amazing, sublime, pics...Subhana Allah...The link is on the side..Tazkiya Retreat :) Also, my new poetry journey:) Enjoy the voyage within... And please, please, make duah for me:)Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-1056760945797144952003-06-27T20:42:00.000-04:002003-06-27T20:43:26.366-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, Post Retreat Blues... Subhana Allah I have just experienced the deepest most profound time of my life..in the Tazkiyatu Nafs retreat. Secluded in the havens of the mountaineous regions of Upstate NY, with such amazing students and an even more Qalb Enriching Shaykh Mokhtar Maghraoui, for ten wonderful life changing, spirit provoking moments of my entire existence. I am going Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-951888312003-06-02T08:52:00.000-04:002003-06-02T08:57:54.000-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, When Shadows are no more... when all that is to be written has been squeezed out the last drop of ink has dried parchments folded my soul stands convicted of untold crimes my soul stands shivering in the icy claws of death an age of prophecies fulfilled. the masses are dancing to death tunes limbs writhing in pain horror descends clouds of Mercy dissipate Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-950036382003-05-28T16:16:00.000-04:002003-05-28T16:16:37.673-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase 'each other' doesn't make any sense. -RumiMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-950036002003-05-28T16:15:00.001-04:002003-05-28T16:15:51.680-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, With will, fire becomes sweet water; and without will, even water becomes fire. -RumiMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-950035772003-05-28T16:15:00.000-04:002003-05-28T16:15:23.786-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, Once you forget yourself, God remembers you: once you've become His slave, then you are free. -RumiMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-950035252003-05-28T16:14:00.000-04:002003-05-28T16:14:03.930-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, Leave all worries behind and maek your heart totally pure, like the face of a mirror with no image or design. Once your heart is cleansed of all images, it will contain them all.. -RumiMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-950033742003-05-28T16:10:00.000-04:002003-05-28T16:10:19.366-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, And Umar Ibn Abdal Aziz in his sermons said: "O ye people, you were not created in negligence, nor have you been left on your own. You have a destination where God, Most High, will judge amongst you and sort you out; ruined indeed and damned is the one whom God, Most High, puts outside His Mercy "which envelops all things" and outside His Heaven "the breadth of which is thatMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-950033282003-05-28T16:09:00.000-04:002003-05-28T16:09:11.246-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, Rules of Allah's Decree: a)Those who love other than Allah will be tormented by it. b)Those who fear other than Allah will come under its control. c)The one who involves himself with something to the exclusion of God will find it a source of grief. d)One who prefers other than God will not be blessed. e)Those who try to please a fellow creature by displeasing God without Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-950032912003-05-28T16:08:00.000-04:002003-05-28T16:08:08.020-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, "A person may commit a sin by which he goes to heaven and a good deed by which he goes to hell." "How?" someone asked, He replied, "Having committed the sin, he is ever watchful in fear, regretful, timorous, lamenting, shamed before His Lord, his head in his hands and his heart rent. The sin that brings him all that we have mentioned, where in lie his happiness and salvation is Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-944458342003-05-16T08:47:00.000-04:002003-05-16T08:47:48.000-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, This was forwarded to me by my dear sis and namesake :) Jazaki Allahu Khayran! When attracted by the forces around him, man has the power to shape and direct them; when thwarted by them, he has the capacity to build a much vaster world in the depths of his own inner being, wherein he discovers sources of infinite joy and inspiration. Hard his lot and frail his being, like a Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-939994062003-05-08T12:51:00.000-04:002003-05-08T12:52:33.000-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, Part One As night fell and the light glittered in the great house, the servants stood at the massive door awaiting the coming of the guests; and upon their velvet garments shown golden buttons. The magnificent carriages drew into the palace park and the nobles entered, dressed in gorgeous raiment and decorated with jewels. The instruments filled the air with Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-939892722003-05-08T09:43:00.000-04:002003-05-08T12:47:53.000-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, Some humor for the day! :) An Ode To Women!Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-938802012003-05-06T15:37:00.000-04:002003-05-06T15:37:20.866-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, Everyone is so afraid of death/ Yet the real Sufis laugh:/ nothing tyrannizes their hearts./ What strikes the oyster shell doesn’t damage the pearl - [qala rumi] Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-938801182003-05-06T15:35:00.000-04:002003-05-06T15:35:41.230-04:00Assalamu ALaykum, The idol of your self is the mother of all idols. The material idol is only a snake; while this inner idol is a dragon. It is easy to break an idol, but to regard the self as easy to subdue is a mistake. [qala rumi] Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-935981112003-05-01T11:12:00.000-04:002003-05-01T11:17:35.000-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, LoVe! MuSlim StYle Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-935514002003-04-30T16:21:00.000-04:002003-04-30T16:21:54.000-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, When the Sun finally sets on your life what do you hope to have accomplished? Al 'Asr TIME THROUGH THE AGES 103.001 By (the Token of) Time (through the ages), 103.002 Verily Man is in loss, 103.003 Except such as have Faith, and do righteous deeds, and (join together) in the mutual teaching of Truth, and of Patience and Constancy. -Quran (103) Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-935497182003-04-30T15:49:00.000-04:002003-04-30T16:22:41.000-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, Sponsor a Muslim Orphan "And they feed, for the love of Allah, the poor, the orphan, and the captive..." [Soorah al-Insaan, 8] When a little girl cries halfway around the world, are her tears any less real? Would you like to be like a mujaahid or like those who spend their days fasting and their nights praying? "One who cares for widows and the poor is like those who fight Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-934063782003-04-28T12:18:00.000-04:002003-04-28T12:58:37.000-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, What Children of Iraq? There’s nothing to write for those mutilated mercies nothing to write for eyes dried up nothing to cry about, nothing to love. The depleted uranium, your garbage America, world super power world super army, left nothing to cry about, nothing to love. So proud of your sanctions, you act the hangman, tying the noose tight, and tighter Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-931242942003-04-23T13:42:00.000-04:002003-04-28T12:44:03.000-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, Hungry, your're a dog, angry and bad-natured. Having eaten your fill, you become a carcass; you lie down like a wall, senseless. At one time a dog, at another time a carcass, how will you run with lions, or follow the saints? -RumiMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-930445702003-04-22T09:33:00.000-04:002003-04-22T09:36:31.000-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, A dedication to all my struggling sisters, when the path seems too jagged and the light too dim... Yearning Souls: A letter to My little Sister My heart bled yesterday when the magnitude of your words set in. I listened to you, but more importantly the yearning that emanated from your soul, your words resonating with a frustration I knew much about “But I don’t understandMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-928404182003-04-18T11:19:00.000-04:002003-04-18T11:24:28.000-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, The Illusion of Freedom This word has been touted, thrown around, redefined, and shoved down our throats since the tragedy of 9/11 and the recent sickening invasion of Iraq. The administration claims that "Terrorists attack us because they hate our Freedom!. I laughed at the absurdity of this statement when I first heard it, and then I was actually shocked to hear average Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-927735352003-04-17T08:28:00.000-04:002003-04-17T08:28:55.763-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, For globalization to work, America can’t be afraid to act like the almighty superpower it is… The hidden hand of the market will never work without the hidden fist – McDonalds cannot flourish without McDonnell Douglas, the designer of the F-15. And the hidden fist that keeps the world safe for Silicon Valley's technologies is called the US Army, Air Force, Navy and Marine Corps.Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-926553142003-04-15T11:37:00.000-04:002003-04-15T11:38:24.000-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. A glimpse into my *future* baby girl Inshaallah! :) Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-925819582003-04-14T09:51:00.000-04:002003-04-14T09:55:52.000-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, In Death Beauty Becomes Redefined... The Most Beautiful Flower... Once long ago, there were a group of men gathered together for the sake of Allah. These men were all knowledgeable in their own right. One man, a scholar (as they all were), was giving a talk of religious matter. After the lesson, the teacher gave each man an assignment. To find the Most Beautiful Flower Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-925805082003-04-14T09:20:00.000-04:002003-04-14T09:20:02.653-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, Be with those who help your being Be with those who help your being. Don’t sit with indifferent people, whose breath comes cold out of their mouths. Not these visible forms, your work is deeper. A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces. If you don’t try to fly, and so break yourself apart, you will be broken open by death, when it’s too late for all you could become. Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-925803382003-04-14T09:16:00.000-04:002003-04-14T09:16:21.340-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, There is a candle in your heart... There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don't you? You feel the separation from the Beloved. Invite Him to fill you up, embrace the fire. Remind those who tell you otherwise that Love comes to you of its own accord, and the Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-925802672003-04-14T09:14:00.000-04:002003-04-14T10:03:30.000-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, Beauty Blossoms even as it dies within... Petals Even when you tear its petals off one after another, the rose keeps laughing and doesn't bend in pain. "Why should I be afflicted because of a thorn? It is the thorn which taught me how to laugh." Whatever you lost through fate, be certain that it saved you from pain. A Sheikh was asked: "What is Sufism?" He said: "To Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-923817192003-04-10T16:32:00.000-04:002003-04-10T16:38:53.000-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, When Peace is Caged like a Wounded Dove... The wails of humanity have been drowned by roaring sounds of bombs, tanks, and flashy skies...The voices of consciousness have not stopped rising against the tide of inhumanity that we are witnessing today. There are many people who feel helpless, frustrated, and angry. What should we do? What can we do? Our brothers and sisters areMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-923781272003-04-10T15:26:00.000-04:002003-04-10T15:26:18.936-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, Sorry I have been silent for sooo long! I miss this blog. I couldn't publish for a while, and it was driving me nuts! Luckily all my whining paid off... Alhamdullillah...now I am back and enthusiastic..so watch out everyone:) Missed ya all! MalihaMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-918493932003-04-02T11:00:00.000-05:002003-04-10T09:07:38.000-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, U.S. military warns foreign journalists in Iraq:“Don’t mess with my soldiers. Don’t mess with them because they are trained like dogs to kill. And they will kill you...” -Democracy Now.Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-918465532003-04-02T10:12:00.000-05:002003-04-09T08:29:44.000-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, "Politics is the art of making people indifferent to what should concern them." This quote was deep especially in an era where the most tragic human violations are taking place and people are almost sleep walking through this chapter of history. Americans are busy engrossed in the petty details of life, while the networks churn the most sanitized version of war yet to be Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-918459552003-04-02T10:01:00.000-05:002003-04-02T11:21:18.000-05:00Assalamu Alaykum, It isn't obscene to report war's inhumanity no matter how repellent. It is obscene to romanticize soldiers, to sanctify the war and sanitize its consequences in order to make it more acceptable. And that's one obscenity Americans are happy to live with, to peddle in schools, to hang on the rustle of yellow ribbons, to preach in church or at the next civic club meeting, and to Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-918458722003-04-02T10:00:00.000-05:002003-04-10T15:03:04.000-04:00Assalamu Alaykum, "The way of a fool is right in his own eyes: A wise man fears, and departs from evil: but the fool rages and is confident." -Book of Proverbs. Interesting quote during tragic times. Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-914800002003-03-27T09:15:00.000-05:002003-03-27T09:15:49.060-05:00Assalamu Alaykum, Whoever sees You and doesn't smile, whose jaw doesn't drop with awe, whose qualities fail to increase in a thousand ways, can only be the mortar and bricks of a prison. -RumiMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-914799312003-03-27T09:14:00.000-05:002003-03-27T09:14:19.496-05:00Assalamu Alaykum, The body is like a letter: look into it and see whether it's worthy to be read by the King. Go into a corner, open the letter, and read what is in it, see whether its words are suitable for royalty. If it isn't suitable, tear it to pieces, write another letter, and remedy the fault. But don't think it's easy to open the letter of the body; otherwise everyone would readilyMalihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-914798762003-03-27T09:12:00.001-05:002003-03-27T09:12:51.983-05:00Assalamu Alaykum, If you don't have sovereignty over your own beard, how will you exercise sovereignty over good and evil? Without your wish, your beard grows white: be ashamed of your beard, you with your self-serving dreams. God is the Owner of the Kingdom: whoever lays his head before Him will receive a hundred kingdoms without the terrestrial world; but the inward savor of a Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410755.post-914798452003-03-27T09:12:00.000-05:002003-03-27T09:12:11.983-05:00Assalamu Alaykum, People are distracted by objects of desire, and afterwards repent of the lust they've indulged, because they have indulged with a phantom and are left even farther from Reality than before. Your desire for the illusory is a wing, by means of which a seeker might ascend to Reality. When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off; you become lame and that fantasy Malihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14427044456191495582noreply@blogger.com