For the Love of Palestine..

Children running for their lives.. Their only hope is a miracle. .

Age knows no bounds.. They go for the kill..they destroy every living thing ..

The helplessness..the suffering..the torture..the war which never ends..

Displaced families..orphans..widows.. The order of the day.. Death!!

How can anyone imagine the emotion of this child's parents.. we are a far touch from reality..

Waking up to a nightmare of unending violence and bloodshed..

Oh my Allah..
Turn the stone of hatred into an ocean of love..
Heal the emptiness inside..
Bring joy to the cries of innocence..
Empty out the sorrows of their hearts..
Purify the souls of the wretched enemy..
Create allowance for compassion..
End the occupation..

...FREE PALESTINE...
...Ahab Filasteen...

Poetry for the soul..

A full moon soars high up into the pitch tone of darkness of this evening sky,
The dam beneath it’s velvety surface, cradles it’s reflection with sheer flow,
A vagrant scurries beneath the bridge afraid of this majestic sight in the water,
Every angle of it’s reflection holds a deeper meaning to portray the vastness of this perfect sky..

Little creatures all came into the vision of this full moon, they wanted to see it’s roundness,
Bats flew past with a shrill shriek of fear creating too much a fuss in this silent surrounding,
The little birds in the hollowness of their homes embraced this scene with such peace,
All of the earth’s possession shimmered in this crowning moment of a full moon in such beauty..

Hungry for my Allah..

An absolutely heart wrenching reality bites into the lives of innocent people in Somalia..

As i sit down to a meal everyday at iftaar, my heart takes a greater hold over me and the food refuses to go down. I can't begin to imagine the hunger of the innocent people in Somalia, tears well up thinking of their starvation..

Their willpower is so great that despite their situation, they are still observing their fasts and performing their salaah with what ever little strength they have left. Alhumdulillah.. (All praise due to Allah)
Recently i heard a lecture about Somalia and the cries of their pain, more for the children who don't even understand anything.. I can't write anymore, i want to feel their pain.

We look into our lives, we have so much to be grateful for, why do we still question and yearn..

Little children displaced, mother's forced to breastfeed even when their body is so frail, that the child takes comfort in this ability to be with her mother even if it's not nourishing.. Allahu Akbar.. (Allahu Akbar)
Father's walking miles to the refugee camps trying to save their families.. On the way they have to make the greatest choice in their life, which child do they take with and which child do they leave behind.. The father is extremely weak himself that he cannot save his own children..

Humanitarian aid workers discovered a mother with her three little children in a refugee camp, the sight which greeted their concern was a sight they will live with forever. The mother had been dead for two days and the children just lay there..
I can't think of pain any more harder than this..

Yet, in all their agony, pain, starvation and weakness..their love for Allah has given them hope to carry on..
If this isn't great love for a Creator, then i cannot fathom what is..

Ya Allah..
I raise my hands to you in a state of such sadness..
Help these people of Somalia.. Ease their pain, Comfort their distress and cure their sickness.
Grant them ability as they were before and restore their lives to a happy place filled with prosperity..
Save their children, aid in their recuperation and bless those who have strived to aid their cries..
Ya Allah, save us from a disaster which plagues the soul and destroys the heart..
Ya Allah, in all Your might, create smiling faces on the victims of this horrible cicumstance..

Ameen..

Dear Diary

Where do I fit in…?

The chilliness of this wind outside is making me shiver with contempt, I’m so overwhelmed by all that’s going on inside of me, it’s hard to be at ease.

What’s the next step…?

What’s the next chapter going to sink me into…?

I wish sometimes I was an angel. The one that let allowance into this untruthful mind and warn me before I got too deep. I know that the time we have is supposed to be this way, the way which tumbles and turns and we just have to go through with it. I know and I understand that life is placed before us in this way; it’s the understanding of each consequence that I cannot even begin to fathom.

Can anyone answer their mind truthfully and with purpose?

Can anyone see the doubt and ignore its nagging voice?

Can anyone feel the existence of love even though its volume doesn’t exist?

 

from the moment of conception..

the feelings within..

a world of dreams awaits..

little do i know what it all means..

i wait in sweet awe..

my tiny half lifeless hands stamp my approval of your worth,

inside this womb of my beloved..

i am warm..

i am loved..

i am touched..

you sing for me..

 lulled and talked to..

i can understand by the tone of your comfort..

i know that you want me..

i know that you love me..

months before you even begin to feel my gentle movements..

you show your interest..

aroused by the deep massage of your love..

i feel your acceptance of my presence..

i am almost ready to enter your world now..

i know you're happy..

your weight from me is unbearable yet you never once complain..

my Creator has given you such patience..

this pregnancy is so enduring..

yet you carry me smiling..

today is my day..

instinct overwhelms me..

i urge your body for escapism and find my way..

Mum i am finally here..

i don't know how to thank you..

 years have passed and you still call me your princess..

i can never understand your emotion but i feel your joy..

never once did you show me neglect..

your tiredness i never learnt..

sacrifice was all i saw in you..

love was never spared in my favor..

from birth to now..

all i have ever been and all that i will ever be..

can only be through the blessing of your kindness to me..

Mummy, you are my everything..

Love always..

Motivation..

The beauty of life lies not in who you want to be but in the fact that your path has been chosen for you. Who else knows us better than our creator to whom every breath belongs. Our every action would have never been without Him. Sometimes we are silenced by our grievances and we feel alone within our turmoil’s.
But we fail to realize that someone greater is seeing our every action and knows the reason for our pain. Someone hears our every cry and wants us to ask.

The Gift of Life is Faith, the Gift of Faith is a sense of belonging and a friend that will never leave. A painter can create a masterpiece yet the painting itself cannot appreciate the value of it’s existence, but the painter can appreciate his Creator for the talent with which he was bestowed.

Many people have mourned at funerals, but have they ever mourned during a prayer?
A prayer is not a prayer if it’s not acknowledged with the sincerity of tears. After a prayer you have a reason to smile because you know that your pain has been understood and suddenly, Hope flashes by.

Life is a stairway, long and winding, solid yet rickety, beautiful yet ugly. It has a little goodness and a bit of sorrow to balance the equation of life. The closest word to life is Love!
It is from love that happiness occurs and from love sorrow is weaved. When our parents love us, we become content. All that is ugly now turns beautiful, all that was spoilt is now revitalized. But, if they withdraw from us, how then can we possibly go on?
Do they not know the value of their love?
Their love is one pillar, our love in return is another pillar. Yet the central pillar of all is love for our Supreme Creator who now lends the greatest support. The love which we have for our parents will never cease because as long as we have our central pillar intact, God will maintain our faith and our love in them.

I’m going now to a different place, a different mindset but as new thoughts come into being, I long to remain in this frame of mind because these words from my heart have inspired me…

Where was the calm before the storm..

Where was the fortress of hope and joy..

Why is the sound of the ocean screaming in a surge of wretchedness..

Why has the soul not been allowed to feel a certain calmness..

Why does the truth lie about it's consequence..

Why does the wound bleed before it can pain..

Why does the heart yearn before it can miss..

Why does everyone say this is life when life is empty..

Why do we blindly walk away..

Why do the enemies feel as if they are the victims..

Where are the wounded, who live for the living of others..

Beauty of a woman..

A wonderful piece of literature..
Truly inspiring..

Wall Photos

O sisters in Islam - you're far more precious than Diamonds and Jewels, Guard your modesty, your chastity, Do not Display your self - Do not display your beauty, for you're more worthy than any gem of this world - O sister in Islam you're a flower a pearl, O Queens of Islam, respect your self, You are not a mere sexual toy, Hijab is your choice! It do not abstain your mind from thinking, rather it covers your head and protects your modesty, for Allah subahana wa'tala said:

by: Islamic Wallpapers,Pictures and Images

Wishes of longing..

If i had one wish right now, i would want to be here..
A place where the sound of the ocean creates allowances for freedom,
where the subtlety of the sunrise in this scene draws a curtain of dreams upon the restless soul..
where the naked eye can expand it's view to the extremes of it's core function..
where every breath taken upon this brilliant shoreline, 
is so carefully exhaled so as not to waste a moment of it's worth..
in the depths of a space where i can just be..

When we cry we shed tears, when we smile we shed tears.. 
and how conflicting are these two emotions yet the expression lies constant.. 
tears aren't just tears.. they are the the anchor of emotion..
you have to relieve this feeling to know it's novice value..




life is built around the bends we encounter in the journeys we travel within the confines of the path we choose..(tassy)

the purest scents of life's wonderful pleasures..
all the beauty magnified in one perfect poise..
beauty from within the blessings of nature..
love this form of life and it's presence will overwhelm you..

Riding into the sunset..

Esteemed in pleasurable comfort..

Seeking inner peace and comfort..

Just me and the view from my stallion..

A breathtaking moment, indeed..

I wish that time would pass slowly still..

I want to be cradled in this image forever..

Dear Diary

I passed by that place today, the same one i pass by everyday..
I saw that same tree today, the tree with the yellow leaves..
I saw that little red stool resting against the tree like it was meant to be there..
I felt a ray of sunshine warm up my skin, the warmth was the same..
I looked up and saw it, it was always there..

I knew now what my purpose was, i knew it was for real..
If only that feeling wouldn't leave so soon, i can't accept it's absence..

Scarlet rose..

I opened my eyes this morning,
I searched around my space,
I crept out of bed so willingly,
Today was going to be different.

Leaning against the window ledge,
I closed my eyes and took in this morning scent,
It overwhelmed my senses and created a fantasy place,
Today was going to be different.

There in the middle of the garden,
Like a proud peacock with all it’s splendor,
It blocked out all the beauty around it,
Today was going to be different.

I paused in my glance, reminiscing a sweet something,
Almost five years ago, yet today seemed like that very same day,
The entirety of this beauty became so overpowering,
Today was going to be different.

I had to go into the garden now, barefoot and alone,
I wanted to feel the delicateness and moist dew on it’s redness,
I longed to be with the one I loved in this time of my grief,
Today was going to be different.

We opened up world’s of poetic love,
We created dreams in such variety,
We loved beyond love,
Today was going to be different.

Reaching forward and with utmost care,
I clenched the stem and broke it’s beauty free,
It was all mine for the keeping, the same words he used to say to me,
Today was going to be different.

A scarlet red rose so elegant and petite,
The perfect memoir of my childhood romance,
The gift of true love gifted by nature itself,
Today was different.

My love had come back to me in a comfort,
A rose among the bitter pricks of reality,
A finality of everlasting love,
Today was different..

Where in the world..

Have you ever woken up one morning and decided that today was the day you were finally going to break this monotony and do something different..

..that you were going to eat that huge pecan tart and not worry about the kilos you were going to put on..

...that you were going to wear those stilettos and walk freely with no fear of feeling embarrased..

...that you were going to engage in a converstaion with that person and feel confident and intelligent..

...that you could be so much more and feel so wonderful that even if a rock was rolling towards you at great speed, you would still manage to evade it's fury because you know how to be brave..

In life, if you are never able to face the innate fear of your hollow heart then you would never live an ordinary life.

You will become a slave of regret and a bearer of shouldered redemption. 

Life is a narrow highway and the turns we often make are blinded ones which can tear us up into many little pieces, those which are too bitter to repair. 

But if we hold hope close to our heart and strive towards consoling these emotions, then assurity of bliss becomes a recognisable aspect of our lives and automatically, redemption becomes possible..

Live a little, laugh a lot and smile forever because a smile is the best uniform to comfort a distressed soul..

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Quotes by Tasneem...

Words aren't just words, rather an emotion expressed
through the vines of mental awakening. Blind is he who
cannot feel this emotion for the comfort of wisdom
is speech rather than silence..

Beauty and wisdom create the personality of the perfect
individual but beauty isn't achieved through the success
of wisdom. Beauty is the innate quality of an individual
who owns simplicity and respect..

...and amidst the silence, there
echoes a trailing joy...

Oh Palestine.. (Poetry by Tasneem)

A sudden blowout..what is it?

An agony of painful cries, an army of polluted weapons,

Little children run around searching for their comfort, the bloodiness is still warm and bare.

What feelings can these little souls who are left behind even begin to place hope in,

What happens next?

Then, just as the air becomes blackened again by the smoke of revenge,

another massive air strike and hope becomes no more.

Why is this happening?

Why do innocent lives have to be sacrificed?

Why does no one care?

What happens next?

Who gave mankind permission to play Creator?

Who is behind this massacre of unending violence and ruthless tyranny?

Who is the mastermind behind these curtains of lies and deceit?

Who can sleep at all, knowing that the single last breath of humanity is slowly

fading away into the darkness?

What happens next?

Lying in the hospitals now are the results of this horrendous crime,

The small yet incomprehensible results of this inhumane disaster, the countless

bodies of little children succumbing only to what they see in front of them,

the help of Allah's angels rallying to their painful cries, trying to repair the results

of a horrific disaster.

What happens next?

How do we close the chapters of war and walk away?

How do we come back to a land claimed by the wrongful?

A land where the soil turns only with the comfort of Bismillah,

Where the trees yearn to shed their leaves at the call of the azaan,

Where the wind pains to blow again in the comfort of little children laughing 

with joy and peace?

What happens next?

There isn't a stone left untouched that cannot lay claim to this once

beautiful land,

There isn't peace anymore, it just won't be the same again..

Our Palestine, Our country of war and pain!

Yet, filled within these crevices of bitterness lies a garden of contentment.

For the dwellers of this land lay comfort in the rest and beauty of the hereafter..

Dear Diary

My tears are deep within these crevices of pain,

My tears are cold and damp with uncertainty,

My tears hold no judgement in this sorry state of emotion,

They're just tears...

....falling in the silence of my many wounds...

How can i walk back to the days of my youth,

When i was just a carefree child, playing without fear

gazing up at the clouds as i lay down on the lush green grass,

Counting the stars in the magnitude of it's capacity,

Living in awe of this huge world around me...

....if only there was a way..

I would give up all my present life just to be earthen in this wish,

Even if it was just for a moment...

The sun rose with all it's greatness, commanded by it's creator,

It spread onto this earth a deep yellow color, such beauty.

The birds sang merrily, and now..rested are their gifted voices,

they have made sound into love.

The love which we can only but dream to echo.

How kind is the ocean tonight, peaceful are it's many waves.

The openness of this huge sea cradling the reflection of a beautiful 

full moon upon it's sparkling surface.

How magnificent, splendid is a sight, beauty but a thought...

I awake to the sound of my little baby, calling out for a mother's embrace,

a sweet kiss of joy.. She's beautiful, as perfect as iv'e always pictured and

what a feeling...she's all mine...

The pain all sinks back into it's hollow crevices now, the tears have all dried up.

I'm at rest and beginning to smile...

Yesterday, today and tomorrow are always going to have the incapabilities of endless

battles of pain, but my life has to go on...

She came to me during the most difficult phases of my life,

I love her.

She is beautiful, she is perfect, she is all mine..