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 :)

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.

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!!!