"Indeed We created man, and We know what his own self whispers to him."

-Al-Qur'an 50:16-

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Morning Dua

Allahumma Anta Rabbi, la ilaha illa Anta, khalaqtani wa ana `abduka, wa ana `ala `ahdika wa wa`dika mastata`tu, a`udhu bika min sharri ma sana`tu, abu'u laka bini`matika `alayya, wa abu'u bidhanbi faghfir li, fa innahu la yaghfirudh-dhunuba illa Anta.

O Allah, You are my Lord, there is none worthy of worship but You. You created me and I am Your slave. I keep Your covenant, and my pledge to You so far as i am able. I seek refuge in You from the evil of what I have done. I admit to Your blessings upon me, and I admit to my misdeeds. Forgive me, For there is none who may forgive sins but You.


The Prophet Muhammad said “If somebody recites it during the day with firm faith in it and dies on the same day before the evening, he will be from the people of Paradise and if somebody recites it at night with firm faith in it and dies before the morning he will be from the people of Paradise.”
[ sahih Al-Bukhari. Other reports are in An-Nasa'i and At-Tirmithi ]

Friday, February 24, 2012

Where is the Poetry of the Poets?

Thursday, February 23, 2012

She is not just missing, she is missed

Saskatoon Police are requesting public assistance in locating a missing 23 year old woman.

Amal Koshin was reported missing to police on November 21, 2011, by family. She was last seen in Estevan by family members in April 2011, but due to mental illness (???, Perhaps it is due to their mental illness) it is not her practice to maintain consistent contact with family.

Amal Koshin is described as being African Canadian. She is 5'7" tall, approximately 110 lbs and is known to wear prescription glasses.

Anyone with information is asked to contact the Saskatoon Police Service at 975-8300 or Saskatoon Crime Stoppers at 1-800-222-8477.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Albanian Nasheed

Never heard an Albanian nasheed before. I like this, MashaAllah.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Be a Humble Slave

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

I Used To Love Him

As I look at what Ive done
The type of life that Ive lived
How many things I pray the father will forgive
One situation involved a young man
He was the ocean and I was the sand
He stole my heart like a thief in the night
Dulled my senses and blurred my sight

I chose the road of passion and pain
Sacrificed too much and waited in vain
Gave up my power ceased being queen
Addicted to love yeah, like the drug of
Drug of a fiend 

Torn and confused wasted and used
Reached the crossroad which path would I choose
Stuck and frustrated I waited, debated
For something to happen that just wasn't fated
Thought what I wanted was something I needed
When mamma said no then I just should have heeded
Misled I bled till the poison was gone
And out of the darkness arrived the sweet dawn

Father you saved me and showed me that life
Was much more than being some foolish mans wife
Showed me that love was respect and devotion
Greater than planets and deeper than any oceans
See, my soul was weary but now it's replenished
Content because that part of my life is finished

I see him sometimes and the look in his eye
Is one of a man whose lost treasures untold
But my heart is gold, see I took back my soul
And totally let my creator control
The life which was his to begin with 

- Lauryn Hill

Sh*t I Say

There are a million of these types of videos on Youtube but this is the first one I came across that is me 100%. I do and say all of this stuff lol.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Obsi yaa onnee


Obsi yaa onnee
Wahalle nyaatan malle, wahalle dubatanii
Gaaran ilman nama biyaa ra  ballataa
Jecaa namatisi wa heduu badhata
Gubannee yo laalee, takkee ilman nama…
Bikka  eeydoti wahii si eergama
Takke ilman nama arraa yo si tollee…
Borru si dhadata yadaa khee khan khalee
Jiraacu irraa wayyaa, akkaa tateefitu 
-Birra 

Thursday, February 09, 2012

Imagine it with me...

When ever I dream of of jennah, I always picture a well tended romantic gardens with various tropical flowers and greenery. There would probably be fountains and little ponds and such. Somewhere close by would be one of my many mega mansions, modelled after some era's luxurious architecture.

Some times I would picture open fields of tall soft sweet smelling grass, located in a valley between mountains and rolling hills. In this field waft the smell of wild flowers and fresh water, there would be a tree under which I would find shade and various pleasures to pass the time.

Other times I would picture a tropical/deciduous/coniferous/bamboo forest thick and lush, rich with animal and plant life. It would have rivers gushing and rushing into waterfalls. It would have streams tumbling into cascades, and lakes so beautiful I'm forced to break.

But lately I dream of a city, my very own city. And people from all parts of jennah will hear of it and come to visit my city. A beautiful city containing the most excellent features of all the best of cities. Venice meets Paris meets Sarajevo meets Saint Petersburg meets Istanbul meets Rabat meets Tunis meets Beirut meets Damascus meets Jerusalem meets Medina meets Jennah. And yet it will be better than all of these; A prosperous, glorious city, the city of cities. My city in the kingdom of heaven.

May Allah swt join us together in this city, and make us inhabitants of Jennah,

Ameen.

My city

I picture...A city with narrow cobble stone streets
Lined with shops and houses quaint and sweet
Old stone bridges arch over water canals
Under its cover boats and lovers corral
This place is where west meets east
Towers and minarets like mountain peaks 
Starry nights ignite street lights
Fountains spring street life
A city of curious mystery
Orators recite its mythological history
Its many paths and alley ways
Bends and twist beyond my gaze
Around which are sights that amaze
I picture a city to spend my days

Wednesday, February 08, 2012

Why did I go down this road?

Traveling alone on a road
Along which, the past erodes
A past, irretrievable
Squandered, irredeemable
A road upon which loneliness beset
A destination of profound regret

When you see me

Sunday, February 05, 2012

Make dua for me...

I desperately want to go to hajj. 



Saturday, February 04, 2012

Snake in the Grass


Dear Black Mamba
I have taken up the Samba
Latin dances and even Afro jazz
For fear of looking like a spazz
When I dodge your attacks

Thursday, February 02, 2012

I Can't Make You...

I can't make you love me if you don't
You can't make your heart feel something that it won’t
Here in the dark, in these final hours
I will lay down my heart and I will feel the power
but you won't
Morning will come and I’ll do what's right
Just give me till then to give up this fight
And I will give up this fight


-Adele

Wednesday, February 01, 2012

If My Lord Asks Me