Tears to a Tune

April 30, 2009

What, but a precious little girl,
would leave the laughter and the family,
the joyous gathering by the river,
to sit by the pianist and his melody,
to listen; to cry.

They tell her to come back with the crowd,
she refuses, with so many tears,
and says it is her grandmother she wants.
And by the black and white keys,
she stays.

A little girl whose emotions,
are like droplets of dew
shining on delicate petals.
With time, her heart only grew,
and grew, and grew.
A princess she became.

What so deep in her heart,
would shake her to these tears.
What memories, what emotions,
what softness within…

She is different, unique.
And I can only imagine her like a little princess,
with so much sorrow and love.
A princess like no other.

Fog in…
Fog out…

And the unique swing,
on the very top of the one hill.
She reaches,
for the twig,
of the tree.
That was the dream everytime.
She fell, no twig in her hands,
but tears in her eyes.

If only time could go back,
I would tell the girl,
that she already swung so high,
and that was enough…
I would tell her to trust that in the future,
there were many twigs to come.

Fog in…
Fog out….

This stolen memory,
that took place in the only country shared between two lands..
Touched me somehow…
Only one little girl would leave to sit by the piano’s tunes,
shedding incomprehensible, delicate tears,
bursting from a deep, mysterious, beautiful heart.

What Time Is It?

April 29, 2009

it is…1:39 A.M
typical time for humans not to think

Pirate’s Heart..

April 28, 2009

Treasure Chest

I wonder how a pirate would feel if he found the rarest treasure chest,
and was forced to leave it on its island untouched and frozen at rest.

I wonder if he would mourn over this gold that he came across,
Would he cry bitter tears in every dark of the night grieving at his loss?

I wonder if pirates cover one eye with cloth because they lost an eyeball in a fight,
Or are they trying to cheat life’s hardships by blocking out reason’s sight?

So that they see only the treasure and valuables they are looking for,
See with one eye their glittery jewels but with the other see nothing more.

The mighty tides of the ocean we claim make a pirate strong..
But whoever stopped to wonder if they actually made him vulnerable all along…

Tell me again, what this pirate feels the second he boards his ship,
Waving away at his treasure just moments before he continues his trip.

Tell me if he would break, and how long upon the gold shall he dwell.
Maybe a pirate’s recklessness can teach me how I shall utter farewell.

Give me the heart of pirate, maybe it is easier upon the chest to carry.
Give me the heart of pirate, its emotions may be simpler to bury.

Why a pirate? They rest not; stability is not their child.
And I daresay they have learned not to let their emotions grow wild.

Why a pirate?
Because I challenge the value of his treasure chest and all of what it holds,
The diamonds, the emeralds, the rubies, the silver and the gold…
Dare match the value of my friendship with precious..’HiddenSouls’.

“A Date Under the Blue Sky”

April 26, 2009

“A date under the blue sky” -a sweet invitation from my dear friend 🙂
It sounded appealing, so I signed up.
Sunday morning came, and off we went…We were getting into the car and I wasn’t really sure why I was going or what I was looking for, until my mom reminded me of my intention. And if you have the right intention, you are bound to enjoy whatever is to come.

Tree Planting 🙂

It was a lovely!
It is peaceful, calming, and soothing to be on green grass under a clear sky cradled in a light breeze and have the cold wet dirt all over your hands.
I confess: I didn’t actually dig any holes or anything, but I did put a couple of ‘seedling’ trees in the earth myself, and I covered them with the uncovered dirt myself…and I even named the to-be-trees after myself… 😀
I am not the most “green” person out there, but I wholly support it and wish I did more.. The environment is ours to take care of, and it is rewarding, and wonderful to get in touch with nature. And it is every Muslim’s responsibility too!

For anyone who is still reading, I have two points that I thought of today:
1-I was thinking today…..Every soul shall taste death. And when we are buried in our graves we will feel a “squeeze”. That is the earth hugging us because we came back to it…And I was just thinking, subhanAllah..this is the same earth we will come back to one day….

Check this out–> 

2-Of course we didn’t start immediately, and the people were talking forever (and I wasn’t listening…it gets boring) but I did pick up one sentence from someone talking “If we look at the generations before us, they were always concerned with the generations to come” and basically he was saying how noble that is. And I’m like subhanAllah, nobody did that better than Mohammad sallah allahu allayhe wa salam! He could have gave up but he was always concerned with his Ummah, the generation to come. He made a beautiful du’aa for us after EVERY prayer he did…. *Sigh* I love our Prophet, salla allahu allayhe wa wa salam…

Anway…i will leave you with what was written on the cool shirt I didn’t get…
“Think Green, Think Islam. Live Green, Live Islam.”

Life taught me…

April 26, 2009



April 24, 2009


Isn’t it funny, how kids always want the toys they don’t have? And then the minute they get them, they lose interest in them, as if they never wanted them before! 

Isn’t it funny, how we realize this childish behaviour and then act the same way as adults, but on a bigger scale?

We always want something better, we always dream for something bigger…

It is true what they say: القناعة كنز لا يفنى 

“Contentment is an infinite treasure” (or in a different translation: “Contentment is an inexhaustible treasure”)

The Muslim Sherlock Award…

April 21, 2009


Is honorably awarded to the person who picked out these beautiful flowers 🙂

The person who can touch a friend’s heart and bring them sunshine on rainy days.
The person who nobody has any idea how sweet this “sadaaqah” is…
The person who I hope will get nothing less than Jannat-Al-Firdous.

Have a bright, sunny, flowery, barakah-filled, smile-sprinkled day!


April 20, 2009

We all need reminders.

وذكر فإن الذكرى تنفع المؤمنين

That was YOUR reminder. What are you going to do?

At least be thankful. 


You can do some things like:

1- If you know of ppl in your own community who are hungry, go and buy some rice, pasta, other non perishable foods and some milk if they have children and deliver it to them. Do it like the taabieen, they would leave it on their doorstep without knowing who left it.

2- If you do not know of anyone, ask at your masjid. You’d be surprised.

3- If you have some free time, go to a soup kitchen in the community and see the effects of hunger with your own eyes. 

4- If you want to donate some money instead, check out this FEED bag: $30 feeds 100 school meals for children in Rwanda (subhanAllah $30…we buy purses that cost that much) http://www.feedprojects.org/shopping_product_list.asp 

Of Bees, Honey, and lifelong friends…

April 17, 2009
Busy Bees

Busy Bees

“And your Lord taught the honey bee to build its cells in hills, on trees, and in (men’s) habitations; Then to eat of all the produce (of the earth), and find with skill the spacious paths of its Lord: there issues from within their bodies a drink of varying colours, wherein is healing for men: verily in this is a Sign for those who give thought.” (Surat an-Nahl (The Bee), 68-69)

I really wish I was a bee.
They know not to waste a second of time.
I’m sure they never have regrets when they sleep.
Never wonder if a day will come back on the day of judgment-
and be a day against them not for them.

I really wish I was a bee.
They make honey, the sweetest substance.
And all creatures love that honey and benefit from it.
I wish I could offer something to the world,
that is so useful and that is so loved.

I really wish I was a bee.
Visiting flowers every day…
Carrying pollen from one to another.
I wish I could appreciate beauty like they do.
They take what they need from the flower.
Nothing more, nothing less.

I really wish I was a bee.
They know so well the meaning of home.
They know the comfort of their honeycomb.
Nobody new comes, nobody ever goes.
They are all bees making honey, in that one honeycomb.

I really wish I was a bee.
For they have wings…
and they can fly.
Flying. Freedom. Independence. Yet they don’t rebel.
I don’t want wings so that I can rebel-
I just want to fly.

I wonder though,
Are bees loyal? Are they grateful?
I am.
Yes, I will be your friend forever.
Will you be my lifelong friend too?

Bees never forget a flower they visited.
They remember so well the sweet golden honey it makes.
And I will never forget the friendship we have.
Sweeter than honey it is…

The Swing On The Hill…

April 16, 2009


Never Stop Playing :)

Never Stop Playing : )

ينادي فؤادي

April 16, 2009



ينادي فؤادي بليل السكون *** بدمع العيون برجع الصدى

لك الحمد إني حزين حزين *** وجرحي يلوّن درب المدى 

ولولا الهدى ، ربنا واليقين *** لضاعت زهور الجراح سدى

جراحي وماذا تكون الجراح *** أليست جراحي هدايا القدر 

إذا ما ارتضيت يطير الجناح *** يكحل بالنور عين القمر 

لك الحمد في الليل حتى الصباح *** لك الحمد في الصبح حتى السحر

جراحي ومالي جراح سوى *** ذنوبي فكيف اداوي الذنوب

To: Daughter of Pearls

April 15, 2009

I’m A Princess Waiting for My Crown

April 15, 2009

Remember that Disney movie you used to watch back in the day when you were like, five (or fifteen)? The one with the princess who lives in a beautiful palace and lives happily ever after? Was that Cinderella, or Snow White, or Belle, or Sleeping Beauty, or was it Jasmine…or Ariel?

You got so carried away with that movie you watched it almost every single morning until you drove your parents nuts. You had all the lyrics memorized to every song and sang them whenever you felt like it. You knew the lines of the characters off by heart and could say them even before the people in the movie could. You let your imagination fly…you imagined you were really a princess.

You begged your parents to paint your room pink and dropped many hints that you wanted your Eid present to be a pony. You spent hours in the mirror brushing your hair until it was as soft as a cloud. Your new favourite game was dress-up. You practiced talking to birds and other furry animals. When your younger sibling refused to cooperate, you lined up all your dolls and had tea parties with them instead…three times a day.

And when you became so angry that you never wanted see your family ever again (you were punished for spilling grape juice all over your brand new clothes), you would simply pretend yourroyal carriage was coming to pick you up soon so you could leave to the ball. You were the prettiest smartest funniest “bestest” princess on Earth. You were never happier.

And then…

you grew up. And met reality. Welcome to the real world…This is life. POOF! Gone went the dresses, the shoes, the carriage, the garden, the palace, the dreams…Just like that.

Those “dazzling” lyrics you once adored became historical dates or biological terms that you stuffed into your head for your exam. Your hours in the mirror patting your hair were drastically shortened to ten minutes (and on some really bad days fifteen seconds). Dress up? Maybe on your wedding day. Your tea parties transformed into a quick Tim Hortons drive-thru before heading off to pull long shifts at work.

And although you swear you hate Disney for corrupting your once innocent mind with foolish fantasies, every once in a while you search for that old video (or open up Youtube) and watch it again just for fun. And you smile and laugh and sometimes you even sing along if you’re in the mood for it. Ahh the good ole days…


Desperate ladies, do not give up hope as I have good news for you. 
Get ready to take back your CROWNS!
It’s time to…

Release Your Inner Queen of Sheba

 The Live On- Site Presentation of the Protocols

by Heba Alshareef and based on the methods in the book.  
An accompanying workbook (theonly place where you can get the workbook) will be distributed to participants who will have the opportunity to harness their “I am Sheba” strength and feel supported in an intimate and comfortable group setting as they begin to live the process.

 Sunday, May 31, 2009

10 am – 7 pm 


Release Your Inner Queen of Sheba! 

Presenting the Protocols

University of Windsor
$25 if registered, $30 at the door

Register NOW by emailing: 


Click here to find out when and where…

 For more information visit www.iamsheba.com


A Very Much Needed Reminder :)

April 13, 2009


Nawawi - Hadith 19

Nawawi - Hadith 19

Abu al-‘Abbas ‘Abdullah bin ‘Abbas, radiyallahu anhuma, reported: One day I was behind the Prophet, sallallahu ‘alayhi wasallam, and he said to me:

“O young man, I shall teach you some words [of advice] : Be mindful of Allah, and Allah will protect you. Be mindful of Allah, and you will find Him in front of you. If you (have need to) ask, ask of Allah; and if you seek help, seek help from Allah. Know that even if the Nation (or the whole community) were to gather together to benefit you with something, they would not benefit you with anything except that which Allah has already recorded for you, and that if they gather together to harm you with something, they would not be able to harm you with anything except that which Allah has already recorded against you. The pens have been lifted and the pages have dried.”

[Al-Tirmidhi relates this and says: It is a good, genuine Hadith]

In a version other than that of al-Tirmidhi it reads:

“..Be mindful of Allah, you will find Him before you. Get to know Allah in prosperity and He will know you in adversity. Know that what has passed you by was not going to befall you; and that what has befallen you was not going to pass you by. And know that victory comes with patience, relief with affliction, and ease with hardship.”

This hadith implies a very important advice and general ruling in Islam: Allah’s protection. Ibnu Rajab quoted one scholar as saying: “What a pity for the one who is ignorant of thishadith and has little understanding of its meaning.”

Lessons from this Hadeeth

You’re at an exciting stage…

April 10, 2009

Last night marked the end of finals for my undergrad. It’s a feeling I lack the ability to describe. I told one person, it felt like I was going extinct. I know, that doesn’t make any sense, but that’s how weird the feeling to finally finish was!

That’s it! Five years of undergrad all nighters (not that I have ever stayed up the whole night through) have finally ended alhamdulillah! While I look forward to what lies ahead, I know it will not be any easier! 

Although finals are over, undergrad is still not fully through yet. A thesis stands unfinished and with a presentation at the end of the month, lots of work and dedication lies ahead inshaAllah…

While ships are safe in their harbors, that’s not what ships were created for. Undergrad was definitely one ocean I benefitted tremendously by sailing through. It wasn’t always easy, but Alhamdulillah, it’s almost…over.