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I found my goal in life - LOVE
I found my goal in life - LOVE


Great Men

 

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

----- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I keep six honest serving-men
(They taught me all I knew);
Their names are What and Why and When
And How and Where and Who.

-----Rudyard Kipling


December 15, 2011 | 1:08 PM Comments  1 comments

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Inspirational Icon to billions of women worldwide from India

 

‘If I die a violent death, as some fear and a few are plotting, I know that the violence will be in the thought and the action of the assassins, not in my dying- for no hate is dark enough to overshadow the extent of my love for my people and my country; no force is strong enough to divert me from my purpose and my endeavour to take this country forward.’

INDIRA GANDHI - the only woman prime minister of India

 


December 9, 2011 | 1:10 PM Comments  1 comments

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My Beloved People by Irom Sharmila

 

My beloved people

Just as all living beings having faith are drawn to Mother nature as one to her bountiful lap, let us place faith in our mothers who have borne us.

Our mothers who are like no one else, keeping guard in the dead of the night with a fire torch in hand.

May the light in your torch lead us to a better society where love and harmony exist between different groups.

May it bring together all the fragmented pieces.

May Mother Nature continue to bless us with her bountiful gifts to feed everyone.

May people have access to healthcare for everyone.

May anger and disillusionment go away.

May those who stone and set fire to vehicles that are carrying food and other supplies for their fellowmen leave behind their destructive nature.

May the seething anger that leaves us half-dead and half-alive and caught between hunger and excess, may all that is uncalled for go away.

May we be able to live in peace as nature does.

May we strive to be selfless.

May we be able to imbibe the spirit of sacrifice.

May the movements that started with a vision to serve the people and all those who set out to work for the people by getting into governance find their way back to what they set out to do.

May all their wrongdoing and their pretensions of doing good turn into what is right.

May all that is wrong, get resolved. May we be able to find the way to a better Manipur!

May we be able to give up setting fire to the centres of learning.

May we be able to save the pillars of our society from HIV/AIDS so they are able to stand together as one.

May we be able to save lives.

May a new beginning be heralded that brings justice to everyone.

May all that is evil and wrong be changed by truth.

Irom Sharmila's address: A-4, Special Ward, Jawaharlal Nehru Hospital, Porompat, Imphal East 795005, Manipur.

Translated from the Manipuri text by Chitra Ahanthem

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A concerned human being.

Siddiq


December 4, 2011 | 11:40 AM Comments  1 comments

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The Way of The Prophet (Allah's blessing and peace be upon him & his family)
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Imam Ali (May Allah be pleased with him)once asked our beloved Prophet, Muhammad (Allah's blessing and peace be upon him & his family)) about his way of life. To which he replied " Wisdom is my capital, reason the force of my religion, love my foundation, longing my vehicle, the remembrance of Allah my constant pleasure, trust my treasure, mourning my companion, knowledge my arm, patience my robe, contentment my booty, poverty my pride, asceticism my profession, conviction my strength, truthfulness my intercessor, obedience my argument, striving my ethics and prayer my supreme pleasure." -------------------------------- Source: The Rightly Guided Caliphs by Dr.Ahmad Zidan


October 10, 2010 | 11:56 AM Comments  1 comments

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Who are the Pious?
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Piety is not only whether you turn your faces towards East or West; but piety is to believe in Allah, the Last day, the angels, the Books and the Prophets, and to spend wealth out of love for Him on relatives, orphans, helpless, needy travelers,
those who ask for it and on the redemption of captives; and to establish SalĀt (prayers), to pay ZakĀt (poor-due), to fulfill promises when made, to be steadfast in distress, in adversity, and at times of war. These people are the truthful and these are the pious.

AL-Baqarah: 177
Al Qur'an

October 7, 2010 | 3:03 PM Comments  0 comments

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The Heart

“When you smile,
You do not smile alone,
For the flowers in the fields are always smiling!

And when you sing,
You do not sing alone,
For the birds, and the river, and the rain, and the wind, also sing!

And when you laugh,
You do not laugh alone,
For are’nt the children always laughing?

But when you weep,
With a weeping beyond tears;
When the heart weeps,
It weeps alone!”
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Imran Nazar Hossein

January 26, 2010 | 1:14 PM Comments  0 comments

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How I lost my grief?

Today I awoke with perspiration breaking on my head and rapid palpitation in my heart. I heard a voice within. "Boy! what happened to you? When did you die?" 'What?' i retorted in surprise. I heard the voice again "yes! it was better had you died. how come you stopped feeling emotion? when had you last seen your parents smile?" I was dumbstuck. I switched to introspection mode.

It's more than a month that I died emotionally. In office, people would see my plastic smile glued to my lips and say its not natural. My boss would say sometimes whether I was drunk and that I was not my former self. I thought why this man is complaining when my work's always finished on time. I thought these beings never understand me.

Back in my bachelor's quarter after office hours, I swept aside all the books that taught me awareness for they brought grief into my life. I made a nice bed of them. Yes! I was sleeping over my books. sleep i did most of my time. I refused to remain awake fearing memories would weaken me.

I kept me to myself and responding only to phone calls and refusing people an audience personally.And I was busy lost in nothing. No grief. No joy. No pain. No feeling. A zombie I became.

People I lost interest in interacting with you. I found new friends in the dragon flies, moths and butterflies that kiss me on my helmet while I ride my bike. Then I walk alone in the darkness of the night talking to the dogs and exchanging unknown empathetic brow signals. Then, I look into the skies, and lose myself in the cloud expanse, feeling as if I were in their midst, soaring into nothing. I make a triangle with three stars in the sky, only to find a faintly lit star in between. I swear myself a miserable curse. Then, my mind wanders and I immerse myself in unknown thoughts and lose the consciousness to sleep. Like this my days went.....

But today, I had to wake up. My parents' sobs woke me up from my trance. As I write this, my heart is still pounding hard....

November 8, 2009 | 10:36 AM Comments  1 comments



An Iraqi Baby

This is the story that must be told
of an Iraqi baby, not very old.

Lying in her crib one star lit night
How could she know of those planes in flight?

She lay there quietly touching her nose,
Watching her mobile, wiggling her toes,

Oohing and cooing, so sweetly is she,
Talking to someone, who could it be?

An angel is standing with her in the room.
The baby is smiling, unaware of her doom.

The crib starts to shake and the mobile goes round.
And suddenly comes a most deafening sound.

The ceiling drops in, in a second or two ...
On top of her crib so she ceases to coo ...

No one knows how long she lie there
Who thought about it? doesn't anyone care?

Is she alive? is she dead? Is she in any pain?
Now that you mention it, who knows her name?

Her name is Amal. In English we say Hope.
Crushed between the rubble,her tiny fingers start to grope.

Where is my mommy? I love her so dear
Come, get me mommy! It's dark in here!

I'm scared and I'm hungry and I can't see my feet.
There's blood in my mouth! Give me something to eat!

Where is my daddy? Where's my big brother?
It hurts when I breath! Where is my mother?!

How long have I been here? Is this just a dream?
I open my mouth, but can't even scream.

That angel appears once again to my side,
This time with a tear I plead Why have I died?

Am I alone in my sufferings? No, there are many others.
In our grief and our misery, we are sisters and brothers.

Who are we? I ask you ... for what crime did we die?
They're throwing a party! Doesn't anyone cry?!

Is it True? Am I nothing?! How could it be?
Don't they also have babies, just like me?

It is war they say, of which death is part.
How blind they've become, How hardened of heart.

Did someone say hero? To whom do they speak?
A victory claimed for killing the weak?!

Why are they happy? Why are they proud?
Don't they know that I'm cold in my burial shroud?!

No war has been won; No ifs, buts, or maybes,
They've Only Killed Babies!!!!

Signed Me,
An Iraqi Baby
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www.islamicpoem.com

November 1, 2009 | 2:04 PM Comments  1 comments

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The Forgotten Land - Afghanistan

By the blood-painted soil of what was once a fertile
land, my country is no more.

By the nameless children and their showering tears,
who was this war fought for?

By the mothers and their deafening screams and the
fathers with their shattered dreams.

By the young girls silenced without a voice, raped and
tortured without a choice.

By the soldiers and their scars, those beaten to death
and those shackled behind bars.

By the night & the endless evil they fought, and the
day with the horror it brought.

By the babies that left their mothers wombs, lifeless,
they were carried to their tombs.

By the fleeing men & women who never looked back, too
busy afraid to die.

By the country they left behind, the forgotten name of
Afghanistan, they now begin to cry.

By the days turned into the months, and the months
turned into years, such were the grains of time.

By the hands that fed this poison to my people, they
shall suffer long for their endless crimes.

By the wages of war, the betrayals this country bore,
I ask again who was this war fought for?

By the one & only Allah, we should see that His wrath
is real, and His mercy close ahead.

By the Last Day & the Judgement we will meet, the
living will soon awake from death.

And alas we will see the justice lost in this war, and
we will finally know who this war was fought for.
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www.islamicpoem.com

November 1, 2009 | 1:43 PM Comments  1 comments

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Laments of a Palestinian Child
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Would someone help stop the battle,
I cannot hear the sound of my rattle.

There is too much noise,
As I look for my toys.

Beneath the pile of bricks and stones,
I find no toys, just blood and bones.

My mother is asleep with blood on her chest,
My father was martyred and laid to rest.

[As this girl's eyes well up with tears, she holds on to them, and continues her sad lament]

My tears I must hold,
As I was always told.

Not to cry,
Martyrs never die.

I may miss my toys,
And all childhood joys.

But no tears should fall from my eyes,
Which have seen broken promises and lies.

The Muslim Ummah and Arab land,
Had promised to hold my hand.

Left me alone for a "Super Power",
Strength of Islam replaced by dollar's shower.

No Muslim or Ummah stretched its hand,
Just resolutions and protests to save our land.

As I stand clutching my doll,
I hear a shot and see it fall.
Broken in pieces, covered in blood,
My body bleeds, as I fall in mud.

A Zionist Soldier with a smile on his face,
Says: "Takes more than prayers to win a race."
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A Palestinian girl www.islamicpoem.com

November 1, 2009 | 1:36 PM Comments  0 comments

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The Reality of this World
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O brother, the world remains with no one.
Bind thine heart to the Beloved, it is enough.
Rely not upon possessions and this world,
Because it has cherished many like thee and slain them.
When the pure soul is about to depart,
What boots it if one dies on a throne or on the ground?
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Sa'adi

October 31, 2009 | 2:07 PM Comments  0 comments

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The Art of Speech
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A trained orator, old, aged,
First meditates and then speaks.
Do not speak without consideration.
Speak well and if slow what matters it?
Deliberate and then begin to talk.
Say thyself enough before others say enough.
By speech a man is better than a brute,
But a beast is better unless thou speakest properly.

October 31, 2009 | 2:05 PM Comments  0 comments

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Oh, Intelligent Man!
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Oh,Intelligent man, what is the tongue in the mouth?
It is the key to the treasure-door of a virtuous man.
When the door is closed how can one know
Whether he is a seller of jewels or a hawker?

Although intelligent men consider silence civil,
It is better for thee to speak at the proper time.
Two things betoken levity of intellect: to remain mute
When it is proper to speak and to talk when silence is required.
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Sa'adi

October 31, 2009 | 1:47 PM Comments  0 comments

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The Garment of Love
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Hold tight to the garment of love,
Don't think of death as the end,
If you read just one aleph in love's book,
There will be no questioning for you.

If you believe in what you call love,
And follow it with all your heart,
Your soul alone will be
The sacrifice on this path, because
Nothing else you have is worth it.

If you want to learn
The true sign of the few, know that
When the essence is pure,
No words they say can cause harm.

It is a sign of those who are wise,
They always have wisdom in their heart,
They surrender themselves to the Beloved,
And never say any unkind thing.

Don't you see the bee
Taking honey from every flower?
And yet there is no honey
In the home of the fly or the moth.

If you really want these pearls and jewels,
Serve only those who are wise,
The thousands of words from the ignorant
Have no meaning, they do not speak to you.

Poor Yunus, a poison that kills
Now becomes the antidote in love's hands,
If the heart feels no love, none
Of your prayers, your knowledge and practices
Are in any way valid at all.
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Yunus Emre - A Turkish Poet

October 30, 2009 | 3:41 PM Comments  0 comments

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A Muslim Woman in Hijab (head scarf) speaks
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Who am I?

What do you see,
When you look at me?
Do you see someone limited,
Or someone free?

All people can do is just look and stare,
Simply because they can't see my hair.
Others think I am controlled and uneducated,
They think I am limited and un-liberated.

They are so thankful that they are not me,
Because they would like to remain free.
Well free is n't excatly the word I would have used,
Describing women who are cheated and abused.

They think I do not have opinion or voice,
They think being hooded is n't my choice.
See I have declined to be a guy's toy,
Because I won't let myself controlled by a boy.

Real men are able to appreciate my mind,
And are n't busy looking at my hind.
I will be recognized because I am smart and bright,
And because some are inspired by my sight.

You see we are n't controlled by mini skirt and tight(T) shirt,
We are only given respect and not treated like dirt.
We are the ones that are free and pure,
We are free of STDs that have no cure.

So, when people ask me how I feel about the hood,
With pleasure, I say, it's all good!



October 26, 2009 | 8:03 AM Comments  0 comments

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Two ways of loving the Beloved
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I have two ways of loving You:
A selfish one and another way that is worthy of You.
In my selfish love, I remember You and You alone.
In that other love, You lift the veil,
And let me feast my eyes on Your Living Face.
That I remember You always or that I see You face to face,
No credit to me in either.
The credit is to You in both.
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Ra'abia Al Basri

October 25, 2009 | 4:05 PM Comments  0 comments

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Love the people!
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I read this moving story in a sufi site, www.kgn786.com
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While a man was polishing his new car, his 4 year old son picked stone and scratched lines on the side of car. In anger the man took the child's hand and hit it many times, not realising he was using a wrench.

At the hospital the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures. When the child saw his father with painful eyes he asked "Dad when will my fingers grow back?" Man was so hurt and speechless. He went back to car and kicked it many times. Devasted by his own actions..sitting in front of the car he looked at the scratches, child had written "LOVE YOU DAD"..Next day the man committed suicide..

Always remember - Things are to be used and People are to be loved...but the problems in today's world is that..People are used and Things are loved.
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October 24, 2009 | 11:10 AM Comments  0 comments

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The Rightful Owner of Love!
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Have you not learnt the first lesson of love?
By falling in love with a human,
And breaking your heart,
Have you not realised it was the soul which called you?
That indefatigable attraction,
And that soul which came from God,
True love is for God,
The rightful owner of love
There is no specific time for love,
For God is eternal,
So love is also eternal,
"I swear by the Time,
You are in a state of Loss"
If you have put your love in other than God,
Your health and wealth
Which He gave you, veil you from His beauty,
Yet He, so generous,
Does not demand it,
But lets our hearts decide,
Calling us back,
From where we try to hide,
And in the heart is the answer,
The ocean of truth,
That water, that never runs dry
That is the water,
Which makes the water of life.

October 19, 2009 | 2:33 PM Comments  0 comments

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The lover's cry to the Beloved!
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My back is broken by the conflict of my thoughts ;
Beloved One, come and stroke my head in mercy !
The palm of Thy hand on my head gives me rest,
Thy hand is a sign of Thy bounteous providence.
Remove not Thy shadow from my head,
I am afflicted, afflicted, afflicted !
Sleep has deserted my eyes,
Through my longing for Thee,
O Envy of the cypresses!
O take my life, Thou art the Source of Life !
For apart from Thee I am wearied of my life,
I am a lover well versed in lovers' madness,
I am weary of learning and sense.
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Rumi

October 19, 2009 | 1:40 PM Comments  0 comments

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Real Love! The Mine of gold!
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Love is an attribute of God, who has no needs –
love for anything else is a metaphor.
The beauty of the others is gold-plated:
outwardly it is light, inwardly smoke
When the light goes and the smoke appears,
metaphorical love turns to ice.
The beauty returns to its own root,
the body is left – putrid, disgraced, ugly.
The moonlight goes back to the moon,
the moon’s reflection leaves the wall.
Water and clay remain with no picture –
without the moon, the wall becomes fiendish.
When gold jumps from the face of counterfeit coin,
it returns to sit in its own mine.
The disgraced copper stays like smoke –
and even more ashamed is its lover.
Those with eyes turn their love to the mine of gold,
each day their love increasing.
The mine has no partner in its goldness –
hail, O Mine of Gold! In You there is no doubt.
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Rumi

October 19, 2009 | 3:55 AM Comments  1 comments

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The Gift of Sight!
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An old man was sitting with his 25 year-old son in the train. The train was about to leave the station and all passengers were settling down in their seats. As the train started, the young man was filled with joy and curiosity. He was sitting on the window side and put his hand out to feel the passing air. He shouted, "Papa! See all the trees are going behind". The old man smiled and appreciated his son’s feelings.

Beside the young man, one couple was sitting and listening to all the conversation between the father and son. They felt embarrassed at the childish behavior of the young man.

Again, the young man shouted, "Papa! See the pond and those cows. Hey! The clouds are moving with the train". The couple was watching the young man in disgust. Then, it began to rain and some water drops fell on the young man's hand. He was filled with ecstasy and he closed his eyes. He shouted again,” Papa! It’s raining, the water is touching me, see Papa". The couple couldn't bear any more and asked the old man,” Why don't you visit a doctor and get your son treated.” The Old man, with tears in his eyes, said," Yes! We were coming from a hospital only. And today only, my son received the gift of sight to his eyes".

October 16, 2009 | 12:00 PM Comments  1 comments

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The Song of Death! DO NOT DELAY!
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From those around, I hear a cry,
a muffled sob and a hopeless sigh,
I hear their foot steps leaving slow,
And then, I know that my soul must Fly!

A chilly wind begins to blow,
within my soul,from head to toe;
And then, last breath escapes my lips,
its time to leave, and I must go.

So, its true, but its too late;
They said,"Each soul has its given date.
When it must leave its body's core,
And meet with its Eternal Fate."

Oh mark the words that I do say,
Who knows tomorrow could be your day,
At last, it comes to Heaven or Hell,
Decide which NOW, do NOT delay.
Come on, my brethren, let us pray,
Decide which NOW, do NOT delay.

Oh God, Oh God, I cannot see!
My eyes are blind! Am I still ME?!
Or has my soul been led astray
And forced to pay a priceless fee?

Alas to dust, We all return;
Some shall rejoice, while others burn!
If only I, knew that before,
The line grew short and came my turn!

And now, as beneath the sod,
They lay me, with my record flawed;
They cry, not knowing that I cry worse,
For they go home, I face my God!

Oh mark the words that I do say,
Who knows tomorrow could be your day,
At last, it comes to Heaven or Hell,
Decide which NOW, do NOT delay.
Come on, my brethren, let us pray,
Decide which NOW, do NOT delay.


October 16, 2009 | 2:30 AM Comments  0 comments

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Haj subsidy to Indian Muslims- Why only in India?
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Haj is the religious pilgrimage to Mecca in Arabia, undertaken by affluent Muslims around the World. It is compulsory on the incumbent to arrange himself for the expenses during the occasion through lawful earnings, as per the teachings of our beloved prophet Muhammad (S.A.A.S.). No country in the World subsidizes haj except India.

In India, the secular government claims that it subsidizes the travel expenses through the ailing national air carriers, Air India, to the applying pilgrims ( around 1,00,000), to the tune of Rs.400 crores annually, with seemingly tax-payers money. Is it really so?

The haj market is a sure shot with around 1,00,000 minimum contenders annually. In the name of subsidy, the pilgrims are hoodwinked to travel through the inefficient carrier, Air India. If haj subsidy really exists, who pays for it? Ministry of external affairs or Ministry of Civil Aviation? The answer is none. The pilgrims themselves. Numbers can always be cooked up.

But, what happened to Indian muslims? Where have they lost thier minds? In the greed of availing subsidy, they are losing ample opportunities for the community development. Indian government acts as if it were favoring the muslims through haj subsidy. Reality is otherwise.

Muslim representation in the forces, judiciary, administrative services is poor, and a shame to say, literacy is still the poorest amongst them in India. Why had the government of India not come forward to address these issues so far? So many commissions and so many recommendations, but where is the action? Genocide of muslims in 2002,Gujarat, where is justice? Denial of rights to Kashmiris and frequent rapes, murders & widowing of Kashmiri women by RAW and Indian army, where is justice?

Haj subsidy is a cover-up for failure on all these fronts and also an unnecessary appeasement of so called saudi monarchy on the burning Kashmir issue, through the expensive goodwill delegation at the time of haj.

Muslims, come out of your lazy slumber and stand up against haj subsidy. If you work hard and smart, you can perform haj and umra many more times without any subsidy and could even prolong your stay in the holy lands.

And I am not the first Indian muslim to say so!
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Hyder







October 14, 2009 | 1:47 PM Comments  0 comments



Remember the beauty of being alive!
About this commitment: Remember the beauty of being alive!

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Everyday brings with it the fragrance of freshness, the thrill of the unknown, ample opportunity to tell the people whom we love that we love them and to share our fortunes with the less fortunate, to take that important first step towards our long cherished dream, and to the rational mind, the beautiful thought that we are still alive.

October 14, 2009 | 1:32 PM Comments  0 comments

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Inspiration through a dream!
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I was a worried man since a fortnight. Asking my Almighty, why this punishment to me, has become a routine, amidst tears rolling down my cheeks. I was waiting for His reply. Yes, it came at last.

I had a dream yesternight. I saw myself visiting a beautiful prayer house and meeting with a noble elderly person in a white dress and a flowing white beard. He seemed a saint. He patted on my shoulders and said "Son! Why do you worry? Keep patience. Every thing would come to its natural conclusion. Wait for yours.God sees & knows everything."

Later in the day, I read lecture-55 of the book Al-fat-hu-rabbani, in which I felt my teacher, Sheik Abdul Qadir is addressing me directly. The same thing as in my dream. But with more warnings as what went wrong with me and why I suffered. The lecture brought to an end my grief and I have been instructed to a path which a very few have taken and still fewer have been successful.

With Almighty as my protector, I am to find my spiritual teacher and obey him till I am relieved of my worldly desires and become steadfast on the path of Eternal Love, shown by our beloved prophet Muhammad S.A.A.S.

All glory to You, bountiful & merciful God! You love me more than I do love You. Bless me with patience in times of turbulence and steadfastness in times of tiredness. I shall seek only Your pleasure and You certainly are sufficient to me.






October 12, 2009 | 4:02 PM Comments  2 comments

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The Art of Economics!
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The Art of Economics

It is the month of August, on the shores of the Black Sea. It is raining, and the little town looks totally deserted. Tough times reign as everybody is in debt, and everybody lives on credit.

Suddenly, a rich tourist comes to town. He enters the only hotel, lays a 100 Euro note on the reception counter, and goes to inspect the rooms upstairs in order to choose one. The hotel proprietor takes the 100 Euro note and runs to pay his debt to the butcher.

The butcher takes the 100 Euro note, and runs to pay his debt to the pig rearer. The pig rearer takes the 100 Euro note, and runs to pay his debt to the supplier of his feed and fuel. The supplier of feed and fuel takes the 100 Euro note and runs to pay his debt to the town's harlot that in these hard times, gave her "services" on credit. The hooker runs to the hotel, and pays off her debt with the 100 Euro note to the hotel proprietor to pay for the rooms that she rented when she brought her clients there.

The hotel proprietor then lays the 100 Euro note back on the counter so that the rich tourist will not suspect anything.

At that moment, the tourist comes down after inspecting the rooms, and takes his 100 Euro note, after saying that he did not like any of the rooms, and leaves town.

No one earned anything. However, the whole town is now without debt,.....and so the cycle begins again………….

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how the United States is doing business today.
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Anonymous

October 9, 2009 | 10:35 AM Comments  0 comments

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Power of Truth!
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Man with his burning soul
Has but an hour of breath
To build a ship of Truth
In which his soul may sail
On the sea of death
For death takes toll
Of beauty, courage and youth
Of all
But Truth

John Masefield

October 6, 2009 | 8:01 AM Comments  0 comments

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Do More!
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DO MORE!

Do more than exist. Live.
Do more than touch. Feel.
Do more than look. Observe.
Do more than read. Absorb.
Do more than hear. Listen.
Do more than think. Ponder.
Do more than talk. Speak the truth,
Do more than say. Do your duty.
Do more than volunteer. Become a Leader!

Siddiq

October 6, 2009 | 7:43 AM Comments  0 comments

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I found Today!
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I shut the door on yesterday
And threw the key away.
Tomorrow has no fears for me
Since I have found today.

Siddiq

October 6, 2009 | 7:43 AM Comments  0 comments

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Let Go and Let God!
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As children bring their broken toys
with tears for us to mend,

I brought my broken dreams to God,
because He has been my Friend,

But then, instead of leaving Him
in peace to work alone,

I hung around and tried to help
with ways that were my own.

At last I snatched them back and cried,
“How can You be so slow?”

“My child,” He said, “what could I do?
You never did let go.”

October 6, 2009 | 7:43 AM Comments  0 comments

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Thelma & Louise - A case study on the position of Woman rights!
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A movie portraying a tale of two American ladies, -Thelma & Lousie go on a weekend vacation, meet with a male chauvinistic society, commit a murder of a rapist and are on the run from the law. Thelma, who was always ordered to obey by her husband, finds a loverboy on the way, only to be duped of the only money they could collect for their run. Nevertheless, she learns how to rob and successfully robs a conveneience store. Police at close heels, the two friends decide to embrace death rather than get arrested. A touching movie. A reality well shown. Domestic violence in Thelma's marital relationship. Child abuse of Lousie in Texas and prejudiced Police department. A truck driver behaving in a disgusting manner towards them, in the course of their run from law. That's the story of educated women in West. In the east, do one need to explain? The self-appointed moral polices in India, honor killings in Pakistan, Haryana and Punjab are just a few names of threats, who abuse the tender roses at the first opportunity. O women, when will you be given your rights? It will not be given. Fight for it. I am with you. O Woman! Why were you created? Was it not as a gift for man? So that he can find a companion and comfort in you? How unthankful man had always been to Almighty? He defiles the most beautiful creation of the Almighty, that is you.


October 6, 2009 | 3:12 AM Comments  0 comments

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