Dentists. I <3 Them :)

October 16, 2011

A life time to look forward to, inshaAllah ๐Ÿ™‚

 


A Moment of Silence

October 14, 2011

I long for the days of uncertainty, when I struggled to understand, to learn, to grow.
I long for the hours I spent studying, worshiping, growing mentally and spiritually.

I felt weakest during those times. Little did I know how strong I was! But it wasn’t my own strength, no, it was God helping me every step of the way and guiding me. ูˆ ู…ู† ูŠุชู‚ ุงู„ู„ู‡ ูŠุฌุนู„ ู„ู‡ ู…ุฎุฑุฌุง … ูˆ ูŠุฑุฒู‚ู‡ ู…ู† ุญูŠุซ ู„ุง ูŠุญุชุณุจ

It’s been too long and I want to go back. My heart and body and soul aches for the comfort and sweetness I felt at the time.

The longer I wait to get back, the darker it will get, and the harder it will be to find my way back…

 

ุทูˆูŠู„ ุงู„ุดูˆู‚ ูŠุจู‚ู‰ ููŠ ุงุบุชุฑุงุจ
ูู€ู€ู‚ู€ู€ู€ูŠุฑ ููŠ ุงู„ุญูŠู€ู€ู€ุงุฉ ู…ู† ุงู„ุตุญุงุจ
ูˆู…ู€ู€ู† ูŠู€ู€ุฃู…ู€ู€ู†ู€ู€ูƒ ูŠู€ุง ุฏู†ูŠุง ุงู„ู€ู€ุฏูˆุงู‡ู€ู€ูŠ
ุชุฏูˆุณูŠู† ุงู„ู…ุตุงุญู€ู€ุจ ูู€ูŠ ุงู„ู€ุชุฑุงุจ
ูˆุฃุนู€ู€ุฌู€ุจ ู…ู€ู† ู…ู€ุฑูŠู€ุฏูƒ ูˆู‡ู€ูˆ ูŠู€ู€ุฏุฑูŠ
ุจุฃู†ู€ู€ูƒ ูู€ูŠ ุงู„ู€ู€ู€ูˆุฑู‰ ุฃู… ุงู„ู€ู€ู€ุนู€ุฌุงุจ
ูˆู„ู€ู€ูˆู„ุง ุฃู† ู„ู€ู€ู€ูŠ ู…ู€ู€ู†ู€ู€ุนู€ู€ู‰ ุฌู…ูŠู„ุง
ู„ู€ู€ุจู€ู€ุนู€ู€ุช ุงู„ู€ู€ู…ูƒุซ ููŠู‡ุง ุจุงู„ู€ุฐู‡ุงุจ
ุฑุฃูŠู€ู€ู€ู€ุช ุงู„ู„ู‡ ูู€ู€ูŠ ุฐุง ุงู„ู€ู€ู€ูƒู€ู€ูˆู† ุฑุจู€ู€ู€ู€ุง
ุฌู€ู€ู€ู…ู€ู€ูŠู€ู€ุน ุงู„ู€ู€ู€ูƒู€ุงุฆู€ู†ู€ุงุช ู„ู€ู‡ ุชุญุงุจ
ุดู€ู€ู€ู€ู€ูˆุงู‡ู€ู€ู€ู€ุฏ ุฃู†ู€ู€ู€ู€ู‡ ูู€ู€ู€ู€ุฑุฏ ุฌู€ู€ู€ู„ูŠู„
ุนู€ู€ู„ู€ู€ู‰ ุฑุบู€ู€ู… ุงู„ู€ู…ุฌุงู‡ู„ ุจุงู„ูƒุฐุงุจ
ุชู€ู€ู€ู€ุฃู…ู€ู€ู€ู€ู„ ู‚ู€ู€ู€ุฏุฑุฉ ุงู„ู€ู€ุฑุญู…ู€ู€ู€ู† ูˆุฃู†ุธุฑ
ุณู€ู€ูŠู€ู€ู‡ู€ู€ู€ุฏูŠู€ู€ู€ูƒ ุงู„ู€ุชู€ุฃู…ู€ู„ ู„ู„ุตูˆุงุจ
ูˆู…ู€ู€ู€ุฏ ุงู„ู€ู€ู€ุทู€ุฑู ูู€ู€ูŠ ูƒู€ู„ ุงู„ู€ู†ูˆุงุญูŠ
ุณู€ุคุงู„ู€ู€ูƒ ุณู€ูˆู ูŠู€ุฑุฌู€ุน ุจุงู„ุฌูˆุงุจ
ุชู€ู€ู€ู€ู€ูู€ูŠุก ู…ู€ู† ุธู€ู„ุงู„ ุงู„ุฃุฑุถ ุญู€ูŠู€ู†ู€ุง
ูˆู„ุง ุชู€ู€ู€ุบู€ู€ู€ุชู€ุฑ ูŠู€ู€ู€ูˆู…ู€ู€ุง ุจู€ู€ุงู„ู€ู€ู€ุณุฑุงุจ
ูˆู‚ู€ู€ู€ู€ู ูู€ูˆู‚ ุงู„ู€ู‚ู€ุจู€ูˆุฑ ูู€ู€ุฑุจ ุฐูƒู€ู€ุฑู‰
ุณู€ู€ู€ู€ุชู€ู€ู€ุญู€ู…ู€ุฏู‡ุง ูˆุชู€ุฃูˆูŠ ุจู€ุงู„ุฅูŠุงุจ
ูˆุฑุชู€ู€ู€ู€ู„ ู†ู€ู€ู€ุบู€ู€ู…ู€ู€ุฉ ุงู„ู€ู€ู€ู‚ู€ู€ุฑุขู† ุชู€ู€ู„ู‚ู€ู‰
ูŠู€ุจู€ุงุนู€ู€ุฏูƒ ุงู„ู€ู€ุซู€ู€ูˆุงุจ ุนู€ู€ู† ุงู„ุนู‚ุงุจ
ูˆุชู€ู€ู€ู€ุงุจู€ู€ู€ู€ุน ู…ู€ู€ู€ู€ุฑุณู€ู€ู„ุง ู‡ู€ุงุฏ ุญู€ู€ูƒูŠู…ุง
ุฃุดู€ู€ุนู€ู€ุฉ ุญู€ู€ูƒู…ู€ู€ู‡ ู…ู€ู€ู† ูƒู„ ุจุงุจ


Absolutely Amazing Gems!!

August 13, 2011

Now Blue October

August 5, 2011

I love this poem.. especially the line I bolded…
***

Now blue October, smoky in the sun,
Must end the long, sweet summer of the heart.
The last brief visit of the birds is done,
They sing the autumn songs before they part.
Listen, how lovely—there’s the thrush we heard
When June was small with roses, and the bending
Blossom of branches covered nest and bird,
Singing the summer in, summer unending—
Give me your hand once more before the night;
See how the meadows darken with the frost,
How fades the green that was the summer’s light.
Beauty is only altered, never lost,
And love, before the cold November rain,
Will make its summer in the heart again.

~Robert nathan


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16.67%

June 23, 2011

16.67% ย is not a random number.

It means something, though I don’t know what yet.

But I have hope in the future. ย Something special out there.

It wall all fall into place.


Disconnect

May 23, 2011

The papers had been waiting patiently in my bag since the morning.

Trapped in the post-examination time-out session, I pulled out the blue file and began to read.

Behind me, I could hear the chaos of question-reviewing.
โ€œIt was A!โ€
โ€œNo, B!โ€
โ€œNeither!!โ€
And other bits and pieces regarding the perineal body, enteroccous species, and cervical intraepithelial neoplasia. But with a few words, I became disconnected from my surroundings.

I was far, far away. And I was much more than just a spectator: I was sitting cross-legged listening to the Friday sermon myself, admiring the exquisite design of the pillars of the mosque myself, and I too met the Sheikh who had a white beard borrowed from the clouds. He was just one of those people you feel comfortable with upon first encounter, and I took a piece of his silent wisdom with me forever.

They were in Ammanโ€ฆ they were in a small, cramped-up, dull room.. some revising mistakes, some gloating over their clever answers, and some adamantly making a case for why they put โ€œAll of the aboveโ€.

Meanwhile, I was in Madinah, where some were reading Quran, some standing in prayer, and some engulfed in prostration whispering supplication after supplication. I too was in the Prophetโ€™s city , being torn apart, fighting the lump in my throat trying to say goodbye. I entered Rawdet Al-Jannah to pray two rakโ€™ahs myself (although my recall of the experience was more traumatic, as the space was extremely limited and packed). I too, left in unbearable tears.

They were still in Amman. Still arguing that the correct answer was โ€œCโ€ without doubt.

I continued on to reach Meccah; reliving my countless visits there. I could feel the cold, white tiles underneath my feet. There I was, circling around the Kaโ€™ba, the only place where one walks in circles out of unity and not out of confusion or lack of direction or purpose. ย Then my eyes fell upon the black stone, our blessed connection to heaven, and I wondered whether I would be able to approach it up close. Fortunately, everything was unfolding smoothly today, and I made my way through the crowds to greet the stone our Prophet ย ย once marked with his own lips.

My eyes had welled up with tears, my lips had parted many smiles, and my feet almost felt tired from all the walkingโ€ฆ

Soon enough, it was time to be released from their custody (back in Amman) and leave that small room. I looked around and realized how detached Iโ€™d been while we were all waiting for our freedom.

Just as he pulled out the Siwak from his pocket, I pulled out those papers from my bag.

For there are memoirs that can take you awayโ€ฆ small, unexpected objects, that allow you to peacefully disconnect-to enter another time, another place, another state of mind.


Lots and lots of lessons

May 9, 2011

I’m sick of failing at life’s tests. When will I learn the lessons?? There’s just so many of them! I feel like I’m cramming for them or just winging them as they come by… not good, not good.

Yesterday I learned a lesson. Shaitan got to me, and I made the same mistake again today. Today I said, today… I really learned a lesson.

Don’t take it out on the ones below you. You hated her rudeness towards you and you didn’t see yourself doing the same to others. That was just plain rude. Wake up! The prayer of the oppressed is answered!!

I needed to record this somehow, it seems I only learn when I write… I hope this is a lesson well learned now.


It all started with a breakfast downtown…

April 28, 2011

My close friend wrote this in response to something I wrote for her…
I just had to keep it forever:

“ูˆุถุนุช ุนู„ูŠู‡ุง ู‚ุทุฑุงุช ุฒูŠุช”
ุจุฎุท ุทููˆู„ูŠ ูŠุชุฑุฌู… ุฃุฑูˆุงุญู†ุง ุงู„ุชูŠ ู„ุง ุชูƒุจุฑ , ูˆุจู‚ุทุฑุงุช ุฒูŠุช ุฒุงุฏุช ุงู„ุทููˆู„ุฉ ุทููˆู„ุฉ , ุจูƒู„ู…ุงุช ุจุณูŠุทุฉ ู…ุซู„ู†ุง ุชู…ุงู…ุง , ุฎุทุช ุฃุญู„ู‰
ุงู„ู…ุดุงุนุฑ .
ู‚ุฑุฃุช ู„ูŠ ุงู„ูˆุฑู‚ุฉ , ูˆู…ุง ุงู† ุงู†ุชู‡ุช ุญุชู‰ ุจุฏ ุงู„ู…ุทุฑ ูŠุชุณุงู‚ุท ุนู„ูŠู†ุง , ูˆูƒุฃู†ู‡ ูŠุฑูˆูŠ ูˆุฑุฏุฉ ุตุฏุงู‚ุชู†ุง ู„ุชูƒุจุฑ ุฃูƒุซุฑ ,
ููŠ ูƒู„ ูŠูˆู… ู†ุถูŠู ู„ู‚ุตุชู†ุง ุณุทุฑุง ุฃุญู„ู‰ ู…ู† ุงู„ุณุทูˆุฑ ุงู„ุฃูˆู„ู‰ , ูู…ุฑุฉ ู†ุฎุท ุณุทุฑ ุชุดุงุจู‡ ุจูŠู†ู†ุง ุบุฑูŠุจ , ุชุดุงุจู‡ ู„ูŠุณ ุจูƒู„ู…ุฉ ุนุงุฏูŠุฉ ุฃูˆ ุจุชูˆู‚ูŠุช ุชุฎุฑุฌ ููŠู‡ ุงู„ูƒู„ู…ุงุช , ูˆุงู†ู…ุง ุชุดุงุจู‡ ุชููƒูŠุฑ ูˆุชุฑูƒูŠุจ ูˆุฑุคูŠุฉ ู„ู„ุญูŠุงุฉ , ูˆู…ุฑุฉ ุฃุฎุฑู‰ ู†ุฎุท ุณุทุฑุง ู†ุชุบู†ู‰ ููŠู‡ ุจุฃู…ุฑ ู„ูุช ู†ุธุฑู†ุง ุงู„ุงุซู†ุชู†ูŠู† , ูƒุงุณูˆุงุฑุฉ ู…ุซู„ุง ุงูˆ ุจู„ุงุญุฑู‰ ู‡ูŠ ูู‚ุท ุงู„ุงุณูˆุงุฑุฉ ุฏูˆู† ุงู…ุซู„ุฉ ุฃุฎุฑู‰ .
ูˆู…ุง ุฒู„ู†ุง ู†ุฎุท ููŠ ู‚ุตุชู†ุง ุงู„ุณุทูˆุฑ
ููŠุงุฑุจ ุฃูƒู…ู„ ู„ู†ุง ู‡ุฐู‡ ุงู„ู‚ุตุฉ ุจุณุทุฑ ู†ุฎุทู‡ ู…ุนุง ุนู„ู‰ ุถูุงู ุงู„ูƒูˆุซุฑ ูˆููŠ ุฃู†ูˆุงุฑูƒ ุชุญุช ุธู„ ุนุฑุดูƒ .


Forgiveness

April 26, 2011

You see when we are mistaken,
It’s not that we are faking,
It’s just that we are mistaken,
So please don’t be taking,

Impression the first,
Because sometimes it hurts,
When you know what’s inside,
So much goodness to hide.

And you are not trying to cover,
Or pretend you’re another.
It’s just hard to uphold,
that picture-perfect mold.

Because at times we forget,
Or out of weakness neglect.
We want to be our best,
But we all have our stress.

And yet we all mean well,
even if you can’t tell.
So let forgiveness spread between us all.
And with our unity we stand tall.


The Fountain that Pours

April 24, 2011

They ask: “If these
walls could speak,
What secrets
would they leak?”

But I wonder
what the water-fountain would pour
If it were only questioned..
Of what it witnessed and endured..

The fountain in the basement,
of the library, the main
The library we study in for hours
(and hope it’s not in vain)

The first secret it would share
would describe the sound so sweet
Of the call to prayer daily,
It hears within two feet.

You see, he stands
whoever he may be.
And at the time of prayer
He calls Athan clearly.

Water it gives so sacred,
so that humanity can last.
Speaking of which- I wonder:
if it ever broke someone’s fast.

So, we have, the call to prayer..
The faster’s delight..
What else does this fountain
Whisper to us tonight?

It must have so much wisdom,
As it sees countless students passing by.
I bet it knows who’s stressed,
And why it is we sigh.

Water fountain history
has really come a long way.
King Jr. will tell you of
Discrimination’s sad day.

But this fountain relieves all,
whether the day is cold or hot.
Whether the drinker has come to pray,
or simply come to take a walk.

Islamic history will tell you,
This great mark, “Al-Sabeel”
for travelers, for the distressed,
Open without previous deal.

Andalus, stone lions.
When a fountain could tell time.
From Italy to America’s Parks,
They promise wishes for a dime.

The water fountain speaks,
so listen when you drink.
It bestows two essential gifts:
Water, and a reason to think.


Alone

April 16, 2011

“I trust in Allah. I trust that He will never abandon me. I trust that He will be my light in the darkest of nights. When there is no wind to guide my sail, Allah will send me where I need to be. In the most desolate of earth’s patches, I will not be alone–solitude is but a place to further count my blessings.”

Not my words… not sure who’s…ย 

but isn’t it funny, how so many people are alone, making them NOT alone in that they are alone? get it?ย 


ูŠุง ุฃูŠู‡ุง ุงู„ู‚ู„ู… ุงู„ู…ุนุจุฑ

April 16, 2011

I went through a phase, long ago, that is now coming back…

This explains it best…


Just Beneath

April 1, 2011

I saw a..
Tear.
Tears, tears, tears-
water.
Drops, drops, drops-
river.

Rivers.

Rivers running from beneath,
only in this world,
and we delight in them,
as they run from
beneath.

But in paradise,
they run beneath.
Just beneath.
Allah holds the source.
And the rivers flow.

May the Angels
welcome you with peace.
You and everyone you love:
the company you please.
To eternally reside,
where rivers run beneath.
.


Perhaps the Crown

March 21, 2011

This once crowned king has lost his kingdom.
He’s lost his position, he’s lost his freedom.

He can still remember the castle’s endless luxury now,
He wonders if he will survive as a peasant.. and how?

What’s a king without his precious shining crown?
Without his robe and without his gown?

He must find what they call inner wealth?!
Why, that’s harder to earn than gold itself!

You see, It’s hard: when a king is not king.
Being royal.. was always his thing.

Though, looking back, was he ever even grateful?
Was this a lesson for him- planned and fateful?

Maybe he had to learn who bestowed him that crown,
and put for him love in the hearts of the people of town.

Who first gave him a reason to smile and to forgive..
Who guided him to the best life he could live..

Was it his merit, when he had no worries, no doubts?
When he couldn’t comprehend what weakness was about?

Was it his credit, when he had no anxiety or fear?
When people he cherished were available and near?

Perhaps the king is never meant to be king again,
In that case he aims to be the most wise of ย men.

Or perhaps the king is meant to rule another land,
Either way- he’s learned that his fate lies in Allah’s Hands.

And perhaps, perhaps, he is no king at all.
But maybe a Queen, recalling her fall.

And perhaps, perhaps its not a Queen, castle or crown!
But a woman, her strength, and how life turns around.

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( ู‚ู„ ุงู„ู„ู‡ู… ู…ุงู„ูƒ ุงู„ู…ู„ูƒ ุชุคุชูŠ ุงู„ู…ู„ูƒ ู…ู† ุชุดุงุก ูˆุชู†ุฒุน ุงู„ู…ู„ูƒ ู…ู…ู† ุชุดุงุก ูˆุชุนุฒ ู…ู† ุชุดุงุก ูˆุชุฐู„ ู…ู† ุชุดุงุก ุจูŠุฏูƒ ุงู„ุฎูŠุฑ ุฅู†ูƒ ุนู„ู‰ ูƒู„ ุดูŠุก ู‚ุฏูŠุฑ ( 26 ) ุชูˆู„ุฌ ุงู„ู„ูŠู„ ููŠ ุงู„ู†ู‡ุงุฑ ูˆุชูˆู„ุฌ ุงู„ู†ู‡ุงุฑ ููŠ ุงู„ู„ูŠู„ ูˆุชุฎุฑุฌ ุงู„ุญูŠ ู…ู† ุงู„ู…ูŠุช ูˆุชุฎุฑุฌ ุงู„ู…ูŠุช ู…ู† ุงู„ุญูŠ ูˆุชุฑุฒู‚ ู…ู† ุชุดุงุก ุจุบูŠุฑ ุญุณุงุจ ( 27 ) )