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At the Malay stock exchange, one early morning, the managing director of Huwa industries appeared in a dreadful state, with his shirt untucked, his tie hanging wildly around his neck, pacing around, in his bare feet, in a never-ending circle, lamenting:
“I’ve lost it all…..I’ve missed it……What will he say?”
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While the rank and file of defiant Hamas
Locked down the city for imminent attack
While the suffering mothers of the Gaza strip
Gathered up their brood for a perilous trip
While the tanks and the trucks of the IDF
Charged along the highway like a crazed express
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“I just want to love God, I blurted out….” Piscine: The Life of Pi
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Billy Smith was a quiet little English boy who lived on a working class estate in Bradford. Although he was only twelve, Billy had an extremely deep approach to life, unlike all the other kids. His mum noticed this even when he was a baby. Laughing and giggling at things she could not see or comprehend, his mum thought that her son seemed to exist on a heavenly plain. And what a difference between Billy and the typical lads around him when he grew older! While he would sit in awe, watching the splendour of the setting sun or marvel at the starlings looping in the grey sky, the other kids would point at him and laugh. They just played X Box.
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You can come and pray on any day
Inside this lovely masjid
But just you remember this my son
This is my mosque you stupid!
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Terry and June, the notorious two
scorned and reviled by their neighbours
husband and wife, walking trouble and strife
abhorred for their deplorable behaviour!
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As they stumbled and screeched down the sanctimonious street,
embroiled in a boiling domestic:
“You’re a lousy liar! You’re a rotten two-timer!”
“Stop whining you wench! You make me sick!”
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Here’s a funny little anecdote that involved me as a youth. The morals of this story include that when you are giving people dawah about the deen, take their age, mentality and lifestyle into account before you tell them anything about Islam. And also, when giving dawah to youngsters, especially those brought up in the west, think carefully about what you’re going to say.
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Arise my friend!
And contemplate the Real World
For I need your help as time is running out
If I have no companion here to help me,
My eyes will close
Then sleep will cast me out.
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He arose with gleaming eyes and the traces of last night
still smouldering from the ardour of the tryst.
From her side of the bed, she sat up, carefully observing
Pangs of suspicion swelling, sensing some foreboding:
A Song Inspired By The American Brothers’ Salawaat
This can be sung with the same melody as the one found in this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2gMANmOsydo&feature=share
Allah Humma
Salli Ala Sayyidina Muhammad!
Wa ala aalihi wa sahbihi
Wa baarik wa sallam!
When I’d hear his name Muhammad
Unmoved, I’d say peace be upon him
Then I was shaken by their true voices
Singing with pure love, peace on Muhammad
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There was this musalli standing in jamaat
And the Imam began leading the prayer,
Proclaiming: “Allahu Akbar!”
The Mussali raised his hands and began his prayer:
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