Different between Heaven and Hell

A holy man was having a conversation with God one day and said,
' God , I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like.'

God led the holy man to two doors.

He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in.

In the middle of the room was a large round table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew, which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water.

The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished.

They were holding spoons with very long handles, that were strapped to their arms and each found it impossible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful.

But because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths.

The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering.

God said, 'You have seen Hell.'

They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one.

There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water.

The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking. The holy man said, 'I don't understand..'

It is simple,' said God . 'It requires but one skill.

You see they have learned to feed each other, while the greedy think only of themselves..

Moral: you can conclude yourself... 

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Nourishment

A Masjid goer wrote a letter to the editor of a newspaper and complained that it made no sense to go to mosque every Friday.

“I’ve gone for 30 years now,” he wrote, “and in that time I have heard something like 3,000 sermons. But for the life of me, I can’t remember a single one of them. So, I think I’m wasting my time and the Imaams are wasting theirs by giving sermons at all.”

This started a real controversy in the ‘Letters to the Editor’ column, much to the delight of the editor. It went on for weeks until someone wrote this clincher:

“I’ve been married for 37 years now. In that time my wife has cooked some 32,000 meals. But, for the life of me, I cannot recall the entire menu for a single one of those meals, But I do know this… They all nourished me and gave me the strength I needed to do my work. If my wife had not given me these meals, I would be physically dead today.

Likewise, if I had not gone to mosque for nourishment, I would be spiritually dead today!’ When you are DOWN to nothing…. Allah is UP to something! Faith sees the invisible, believes the incredible and receives the impossible! Thank Allah for our physical AND our spiritual nourishment!”


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Alone and Still Alone...

Yesterday has gone with the wind.
Today is kissing my mortal eyes.
Tomorrow is knocking at my door.
Day after tomorrow
May be I would be no more.

I was alone before.
I am alone today.
And I would be alone thereafter.

People come and go.
Meet and greet.
Weep and smile.
Speak and listen.
Then leave with a fake smile.
And disappear
In the mist of unreliable time.

What remains in the end
Is nothing
But
ME for Me..!
(alone)

The Silent Bayaan (Sermon)

A member of a certain mosque, who previously had started attending the mosque to perform his Salaah (prayer), suddenly stopped attending. After a few weeks, the imam decided to visit him.

It was a chilly evening. The imam found the man alone at home, sitting before a blazing fire.  Guessing the reason for his imam’s visit, the man welcomed him, led him to a comfortable chair near the fireplace…and waited.

The imam made himself at home but said nothing. In the grave silence, he contemplated the dance of the flames around the burning logs. After some minutes, the imam took the fire tongs, carefully picked up a brightly burning ember and placed it to one side of the hearth all alone, then he sat
back in his chair, still silent.

The host watched all this in quiet contemplation. As the one lone ember’s flame flickered and diminished, there was a momentary glow and then its fire was no more.  Soon it was cold and dead.

Not a word had been spoken since the initial greeting.  The imam glanced at his watch and realized it was time to leave.  He slowly stood up, picked up the cold, dead ember and placed it back in the middle of the fire. Immediately it began to glow, once more with the light and warmth of the
burning coals around it.

As the imam reached the door to leave, his host said with a tear running down his cheek, ‘Shukran for your visit and especially for the firey sermon. I will be attending mosque again tomorrow starting with the Fajr Salaah, InshaAllah’.
قُلْ هَٰذِهِ سَبِيلِي أَدْعُو إِلَى اللَّهِ ۚ عَلَىٰ بَصِيرَةٍ أَنَا وَمَنِ اتَّبَعَنِي ۖ وَسُبْحَانَ اللَّهِ وَمَا أَنَا مِنَ الْمُشْرِكِينَ
Say, “This is my way; I invite to Allah with insight, I and those who follow me. And exalted is Allah ; and I am not of those who associate others with Him.” (Quran 12:108)
Our best Dawah (invitation to Islam) is our example. Our actions speak louder than words. We live in a world today, which tries to say too much with too little. Consequently, few listen.  Sometimes the best bayaans (sermons) are the ones “given silently”.

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Someone you can count on...

Knowing there is another human being you can trust completely. Realizing that someone else wants the best for you too. Providing a peace full environment where the you can be relaxed and feel safe. If you feel that way then you have got what you have been looking for "A True Friend".
In my case I am blessed with not just one but two person who I can count on, who I can call my "True Friends".
You know after searching all over the world, once in a great while, we meet someone who turns out to be an especially good friend(s) and stands out above all the rest like my true friends:). My friends are like my kenzoku(Japanese word which translated literally means "family.").

Now the only question that you guys would be thinking right now that what defines a true friendship, well let me tell you about them.
Based on my opinion there are only three things that defines a "True Friend".
1) A true friend should be commitment to your happiness, someone is willing to put your happiness before your friendship. True friend should not lack the mercy to correct you when you're wrong.

2) A true friend shouldn't compromise your principles in the name of your friendship.

3) A true friend should be good influence on you.

These are the things that defines a True Friendship and I am very blessed to have friends who have these qualities.

So do you have a best friend who means the world to you? If so, then you should not let another day go by without letting them know how much you care :).


Dedicated to all my friends specially Adella and Joni :)

The hardest thing to do is letting go...

Sometimes in life we have to end relationships that we would rather not end. When we truly have loved someone with everything inside of us, letting go of that person does not even seem reasonable. Letting go may consist of getting over a bad childhood that brought us tremendous pain, being a victim of rape or another kind of abuse, or losing a close loved one. Sometimes we just have to let go of that person or situation because that pain is taking us farther away from our life's pursuit of happiness, whether you realize when you need to or not.

In order to let go we must first let go emotionally. Crying and laughing are some good ways to let go of the past, using each tear to remove the emotional pain, and each laugh to spark a feeling of happiness. We must forgive and release any ill feelings towards anyone involved into what we just let go of. Last but not least we must remember to bless whoever was involved in whatever situation we let go of, and not to hold any negative feelings towards them, as this will take you farther in life than you may ever know.

The story of the butterfly...

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly.
One day a small opening
appeared.
He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours
as it
struggled to squeeze its body through the tiny hole.
Then it stopped, as if
it couldn't go further.
So the man decided to help the butterfly.
He took a pair of scissors and
snipped off the remaining bits of
cocoon.
The butterfly emerged easily but
it had a swollen body and
shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch it,
expecting that any minute the wings would
enlarge
and expand enough to support the body,
Neither happened!
In
fact the butterfly spent the rest of its life
crawling around.
It was
never able to fly.
What the man in his kindness
and haste did not understand:
The
restricting cocoon and the struggle
required by the butterfly to get through
the opening
was a way of forcing the fluid from the body
into the wings so
that it would be
ready for flight once that was achieved.
Sometimes struggles are exactly
what we need in our lives.
Going
through life with no obstacles would cripple us.
We will not be as strong as
we could have been
and we would never fly.

This is your Story...

This is your story...

What do you do in secret? What things do you hide in fear?
Why do you spend hours in the dark?
Fearing that someone might draw near…
The circles under your eyes tell a tale,
Of hours spent awake in the night.
You are the keeper of of your own story.
One filled with nightmares, horrors, and fright.
Every day life is a lie to you.
All of the people are cruel and fake.
The carcass that is your body is empty.
As if you are in a maze with no escape.
The pain you feel inside is overwhelming.
You put yourself through hell to make it stop.
The scars you have prove your story,
You want to go deeper with every drop.
No one knows how to help you find the way,
you’re a slave to the ones you care for
you’ll do anything to make them happy,
you sacrificed your innocence like a whore.
You are lost about what to do with your life
you’re all alone in your fight,
with no hope of relief at all
if only you knew what is rite.
Your one desire is to be loved.
You’ve never known this feeling.
the relationships you had were chaos
they left you emotionally and physically reeling.
That one person cut you to shreds
They tore out your heart and dropped it on the floor.
and let the wind scatter the pieces
the heart you had is no more.
The experience left you broken,
you threw yourself to everyone who came.
they used you and you didn’t care…
In the end the are all the same.
You dream about the one to love.
who will embrace you and understand
they won’t ever push you away
they will be there to help you stand!
But.. the one of your dreams is fake…
you must know no one wants you!
your color is wrong, you aren’t the rite shape.
those who desire you are scarce and few.
But still like a fool you dare to hope!
you chase after the dreams of your heart.
slowly your trust is fading away
your life is now falling apart.
You tell none of your troubles.
You tell no one of your fears.
nobody knows the whole story…..
nobody knows of your tears.
You long to speak but you can’t.
People wouldn’t believe your tale.
how could somebody like you,
absolutely and inevitably fail?
You want to live life to the fullest,
to experience all that there is to see!
but… When so many people have hurt you,
what good in the world could there be?
You long to be accepted by all.
but there is nothing tha you can do.
you have accepted the weight of rejection,
because the moments of joy are few.
The only way out seems like death
but you know your too afraid to try.
Instead you continue to live in hell
and pray to god that you’ll survive.

It’s always there, Trust me...

I don’t know why they call it a broken heart, because it’s not, really. It’s more like your heart is trying to break apart, but it never really succeeds. It’s like it’sliterally trying to pull itself into two, and struggling to function correctly in the process. And oh, it hurts. If you’ve never had a broken heart you won’t understand, you probably think it’s an emotional thing, like it’s all in the mind. But it’s so much more than that. It’s a physical ache in your chest, a painful whine that just doesn’t quit. It’s a kind of pressure, compacting your whole chest area and making everything inside hurt. Then it rises, it forces its way up into your throat, forming an aching lump that pushes tears from your eyes. And then you’re crying because it’s just impossible not to do so. And even when you’re all cried out, it’s still there, this indescribable ache that feels like no other ache you’ve ever had.

It’s always there.

Reality!!!

The reality of it all is that it always ends
No one will survive
No one is immune to the pain
We all hope and make wishes but it never comes true
We are only left with the truth
After death memories is what keeps us alive in others hearts
But memories fade and again no one survives
Some live on longer than others
In memories and in life
We all face the same fate
We all face the same death
We all face the same reality

No love lost, No love found

“Girls aren’t born easy, a guy makes them like that. And the only reason guys are players, is because they’ve been hurt too.
If you have been hurt before and you have your guard up why would you want to do the same thing to someone else?
We only know what we’ve learned maybe it’s not even a conscious decision to treat people like that…
If it wasn’t for players and heartless bitches, everyone could be happy. I’m thinking a couple decades from now we will all go extinct because no one can ever seem to find love.

I hate LOVE

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? 

It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

What is love???

What is love? 

Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing, and is your voice caught within your chest, then it isn't love, it's like. 

You can't keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right? .. it isn't love, it's lust. 

Are you proud, and eager to show them off? .. it isn't love, it's pride.

Do you want them because you know they're there? .. it isn't love, it's loneliness.

Are you there because it's what everyone wants? .. it isn't love, it's loyalty. 

Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand? .. it isn't love, it's low confidence. 

Do you stay for their confessions of love, because you don't want to hurt them? .. it isn't love, it's pity. 

Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat? .. it isn't love, it's infatuation. 

Do you pardon their faults because you care about them? .. it isn't love, it's friendship. 

Do you tell them every day that they are the only one you think of? .. it isn't love, it's a lie. 

Are you willing to give all your favorite things for their sake? it isn't love .. it's charity. 

Now you are thinking what is love really mean, let me tell you this...

Does your heart ache and break when their sad? .. then it's love. 

Do you cry for their pain, even when they're strong? .. then it's love. 

Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts? .. then it's love. 

Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close and holds you there? .. then it's love. 

Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are? .. then it's love. 

Are you attracted to others, but stay faithful without regret? .. then it's love.

Love is when you sit beside someone, doing nothing, Yet you feel perfectly...happy!!!