The Girl Who Threw Her Heart Away

This is A story
of a little girl .
the girl
who threw
her heart away

She's odd
Dull and Awkward
Peculiar and extremely weird,
So strange,
She's Alienated!

pushing her future
backwards .
She isolates herself
Faraway from norms
And standard

all the way
she walks
Through the pave
of continuous boredom,
Despair, Pain and hurt
There is no enjoyment
Nor was there any satisfaction
Though there were loads of hope ..
That she might change one day,
And give life a better look .

She's lonely
And always alone
She's nobody important
Only a being on her own

What she wears
What she says
The way she is
She's that
Of strangeness
Arcane nature

And that was
All she is
The way
people say
The way
people view
The girl who threw her heart away

Coz she is ..

The girl who threw her heart away .
So far away from the world,
Claiming to purify her soul ..
Tearing her world into pieces,
Hoping to join them together
For the everlasting happiness .
Forgetting her feelings
for God's pleasure
Sacrificing her dreams,
To fulfil His order ..

Coz this girl
Who threw her heart away
Means well
And was never of despair
Never felt alone
Nor missed life's splendour
For not living life
The way people do so

Enslaving herself in humility,
of grace and great modesty,
nevertheless her life seems hard
in the eyes of those
who thinks she's odd

coz this girl who threw her heart away
is keeping it in the most decent way
not in the jars of the worldly waste
but in a beautiful garden
preparing to face
the great, crucial day
where all man and woman
be gathered
to witness
the utmost greatness
of the Supreme Lord
Allah the Most Greatest!
The day
where the world shall see
that this girl
who threw her heart away
is all fine, happy and ok! :)

Side by Side

They lie on the table side by side

The Holy Quran and the T.V. Guide.

One is well worn and cherished with pride.

Not the Quran, but the T.V. Guide.

One is used daily to help folks decide.

Not the Quran, but the T.V. Guide.

As the pages are turned, what shall they see?

Oh, what does it matter, turn on the T.V.

So they open the book in which they confide.

No, not the Quran, but the T.V. Guide.

The Word of Allah is seldom read.

Maybe a verse before they fall into bed.

Exhausted and sleepy and tired as can be.

Not from reading the Quran, from watching T.V.

So then back to the table side by side,

Lie the Holy Quran and the T.V. Guide.

No time for prayer, no time for the Word,

The plan of Istiqama is seldom heard.

But forgiveness of sin, so full and free,

Is found in the Quran, not on T.V.

My Promise...

I cannot promise you
I will not change.
I cannot promise you
I will not have many different moods.
I cannot promise you
I will not hurt your feelings sometimes.
I cannot promise you
I will not be erratic.
I cannot promise you
I will always be strong.
I cannot promise you
My faults will not show.

But...

I do promise you
I will always be supportive of you.
I do promise you
I will share all my thoughts and feelings with you.
I do promise you
I will give you freedom to be yourself.
I do promise you
I will understand everything that you do.
I do promise you
I will be completely honest with you.
I do promise you
I will laugh and cry with you.
I do promise you
I will help you achieve all of your goals.

But...

Most of all,
I do promise you
I will love you now, always and forever...

Big Star-Spangled Lies for War...

A lot of people want to believe that the current war on Iraq is some kind of aberration – a radical departure from the previous baseline of U.S. foreign policy. That's a comforting illusion.

Yes, the current administration in Washington is notable for the extreme mendacity and calculated idiocy of its claims. But – decade after decade – the propaganda fuel for one U.S. war after another has flowed from a standard set of lies.

Some of the boilerplate lies are implicit assumptions about Uncle Sam's benign and even noble intent. Other deceptions rely on more specific whoppers, endlessly whirling through the news media's spin cycle. From one war to the next, certain themes are played up more than others – but the process always involves building an agenda to start a war, trying to justify the war while it's underway, and then claiming that the war must continue as long as the man in the Oval Office says so.

Sometimes a war begins suddenly, filling the national horizon with a huge insistent flash. At other times, over a period of months or years, a low distant rumble gradually turns into a roar. But in any event, the democratic role of citizens is not simply to observe and obey. In the United States, what we think is supposed to matter. And for practical reasons, top officials in Washington don't want to seem too far out of step with voters.

The president leads a siege of public opinion on the home front – a battleground where media spin is the main weapon. A media campaign for hearts and minds at home means going all-out to persuade us that the latest war is as good as a war can be – necessary, justified, righteous and worth any sorrows to be left in its wake.

Along the way, media outlets routinely march to the drumbeat of key themes:

* America Is a Fair and Noble Superpower

* Our Leaders Will Do Everything They Can to Avoid War

* Our Leaders Would Never Tell Us Outright Lies

* This Guy Is a Modern-Day Hitler

* This Is About Human Rights

* This Is Not at All About Oil or Corporate Profits

* They Are the Aggressors, Not Us

* If This War Is Wrong, Congress Will Stop It

* If This War Is Wrong, the Media Will Tell Us

* Media Coverage Brings War Into Our Living Rooms

* Opposing the War Means Siding With the Enemy

* This Is a Necessary Battle in the War on Terrorism

* What the U.S. Government Needs Most Is Better PR

* The Pentagon Fights Wars as Humanely as Possible

* Our Soldiers Are Heroes, Theirs Are Inhuman

* America Needs the Resolve to Kick the "Vietnam Syndrome"

* Withdrawal Would Cripple U.S. Credibility

In a society with significant aspects of democracy, persistent spin is necessary to gain and retain public support for war. The war-makers rely on "perception management" techniques that effectively promote certain themes; the better we understand those ongoing themes, the more clearly we'll be able to see through them. Such understanding can blow away the fog of media war and enhance democratic participation in decisions that are truly matters of life and death.

This article is adapted from the prologue of Norman Solomon's new book War Made Easy: How Presidents and Pundits Keep Spinning Us to Death. For information, go to: www.WarMadeEasy.com

The Poem of Death...

This is the tale of an Average Man,
Who acts contrary to Allah's plan,
If U are reflected therein
Then repent and commit no sin.

It was early in the morning at four,
When death knocked upon a bedroom door,
Who is there? the sleeping one cried.
I'm Azrael, let me come inside.

At once, the man began to shiver,
As one sweating in deadly fever,
He shouted to his sleeping wife,
Don't let him take away my life.

Please go away, O Angel of Death!
Leave me alone, I'm not ready yet.
My family depends on me,
Give me a chance, O please mercy!

The angel knocked again and again,
Friend! I'll take your life without a pain,
Tis your soul Allah requires,
I come not with my own desire.

Bewildered, the man began to cry,
O Angel I'm so afraid to die,
I'll give you gold and be your slave,
Don't send me to the unlit grave.

Let me in, O Friend! The Angel said,
Open the door, get up from your bed,
If you do not allow me in,
I will walk through it, like a jinn.

The man held a gun in his right hand,
Ready to defy the Angel's stand.
I'll point my gun, towards your head,
You dare come in, I'll shoot you dead.

By now the Angel was in the room,
Saying, O Friend! prepare for you doom.
Foolish man, Angels never die,
Put down your gun and do not sigh.

Why are you afraid! Tell me O man,
To die according to Allah's plan?
Come smile at me, do not be grim,
Be Happy to return to Him.

O Angel! I bow my head in shame,
I had no time to take Allah's Name.
From morning till dusk, I made my wealth,
Not even caring for my health.

Allah's command I never obeyed,
Nor five times a day I ever prayed.
A Ramadan came and a Ramadan went,
But no time had I to repent.

The Hajj was already fard on me,
But I would not part with my money.
All charities I did ignore,
Taking usury more and more.

Sometimes, I sipped my favourite wine,
With flirting women I sat to dine.
O Angel! I appeal to you,
Spare my life for a year or two.

The Laws of Quraan I will obey,
I'll begin Salat this very day.
My Fast and Hajj, I will complete,
And keep away from self conceit.

I will refrain from usury,
And give all my wealth to charity,
Wine and wenches I will detest,
Allah's oneness I will attest.

We Angels do what Allah demands,
We cannot go against His commands.
Death is ordained for everyone,
Father, mother, daughter or son.

I'm afraid this moment is your last,
Now be reminded, of your past,
I do understand your fears,
But it is now too late for tears.

You lived in this world, two score and more,
Never did you, your people adore.
Your parents, you did not obey,
Hungry beggars, you turned away.

Your two ill-gotten, female offsprings,
In nightclubs, for livelihood they sing.
Instead of making more Muslims,
You made your children non-Muslims.

You ignored the Mua'dhin Adhaan,
Nor did you read the Holy Quran.
Breaking promises all your life,
Backbiting friends, and causing strife.

From hoarded goods, great profits you made,
And your poor workers, you underpaid.
Horses and cards were your leisure,
Money making was your pleasure.

You ate vitamins and grew more fat,
With the very sick, you never sat.
A pint of blood you never gave,
Which could a little baby save.

O Human, you have done enough wrong,
You bought good properties for a song.
When the farmers appealed to you,
You did not have mercy, this is true.

Paradise for you? I cannot tell,
Undoubtedly you will dwell in hell.
There is no time for you to repent,
I'll take your soul for which I am sent.

The ending however, is very sad,
Eventually the man became mad,
With a cry, he jumped out of bed!
And suddenly, he fell down dead

Friends...And Best Friends...

Friend: calls your parents by mr. and mrs.
Best friend: calls your parents dad and mom.

Friend: has never seen you cry.
Best friend: has always had the best shoulder to cry on.

Friend: never asks for anything to eat or drink.
Best friend: opens the fridge and makes herself at home.

Friend: asks you to write down your number.
Best friend: they ask you for their number (cuz! they can't remember it)

Friend: borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.
Best friend: has a closet full of your stuff.

Friend: only knows a few things about you.
Best friend: could write a biography on your life story.

Friend: will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
Best friend: will always go with you.