<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347</id><updated>2011-12-15T04:59:39.262+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:: C' e s t  L a  V i e ::</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.naruto-kun.com/images/narutotest/sakura.jpg" alt="naruto" width="212" height="97" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-4062984174400252181</id><published>2007-04-07T17:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T17:21:17.279+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Answer 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a160/diesterntaler/answer1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Answer 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a160/diesterntaler/answer2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Answer 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a160/diesterntaler/answer3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Answer 4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a160/diesterntaler/answer4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-4062984174400252181?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/4062984174400252181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=4062984174400252181' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/4062984174400252181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/4062984174400252181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2007/04/answers.html' title='Answers'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-5868652330339068155</id><published>2007-03-10T06:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T06:20:48.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How Smart Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Question 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a160/diesterntaler/question1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Question 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a160/diesterntaler/question2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Question 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a160/diesterntaler/question3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Question 4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a160/diesterntaler/question4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-5868652330339068155?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/5868652330339068155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=5868652330339068155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/5868652330339068155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/5868652330339068155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-smart-are-you.html' title='How Smart Are You?'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-1862127491555347411</id><published>2007-02-27T14:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T18:34:26.410+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Now That Spring Is In The Air...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's spring again in Irbid! These pictures were taken back then in 2004, during the semester break. Anyway, those pictures of Golan Heights were taken secretly -.-'' We were warned earlier against taking any pictures in the area, but it couldn't be helped =p The view was so spectacular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a160/diesterntaler/rehlah/golanheights3.jpg" width="400" height="200" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Golan Heights - Syrian territories occupied by Israeli forces in 1969 and 1973&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a160/diesterntaler/rehlah/golanheights2.jpg"  width="400" height="200" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Golan Heights&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a160/diesterntaler/rehlah/golanandyarmoukriver.jpg" width="400" height="200" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Golan Heights and Yarmouk River&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a160/diesterntaler/rehlah/ashshah.jpg"  width="400" height="200" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ashshah&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a160/diesterntaler/rehlah/rehlah11feb020.jpg" width="400" height="200" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Waiting for the bus (coming once every 1 hour, no? o.O)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://s11.photobucket.com/albums/a160/diesterntaler/rehlah/"&gt;For larger pics, click here&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-1862127491555347411?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/1862127491555347411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=1862127491555347411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/1862127491555347411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/1862127491555347411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2007/02/now-that-spring-is-in-air.html' title='Now That Spring Is In The Air...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a160/diesterntaler/rehlah/th_golanheights3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-7246781844266329137</id><published>2007-02-26T16:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:36:34.529+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Friends are very special people who accept each other with unconditional caring. They recognise each other's talents and faults, and acknowledge them without judgment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are incapable of turning away when times are tough and life's problems seem hard to bear. Instead, they encourage each other so they can enjoy the good times and find strength to endure the bad times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're never afraid to say what they feel and can be honest without causing hurt or pain. They can depend on each other, because they have the kind of trust that allows them to share the best and worst of their lives with laughter and without fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are one of those special people, and I'm glad you are my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-7246781844266329137?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/7246781844266329137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=7246781844266329137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/7246781844266329137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/7246781844266329137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2007/02/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-5855486893726683516</id><published>2007-02-14T21:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T21:05:51.918+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand and Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some &lt;br /&gt;point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other &lt;br /&gt;one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying &lt;br /&gt;anything, wrote in the sand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a &lt;br /&gt;bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started &lt;br /&gt;drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near &lt;br /&gt;drowning, he wrote on a stone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone,why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other friend replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of &lt;br /&gt;forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, &lt;br /&gt;we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND AND&lt;br /&gt;TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-5855486893726683516?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/5855486893726683516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=5855486893726683516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/5855486893726683516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/5855486893726683516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2007/02/sand-and-stone.html' title='Sand and Stone'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112492310034665452</id><published>2005-08-25T07:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:39:36.914+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl Who Threw Her Heart Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This is A story&lt;br /&gt;of a little girl .&lt;br /&gt;the girl&lt;br /&gt;who threw&lt;br /&gt;her heart away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's odd&lt;br /&gt;Dull and Awkward&lt;br /&gt;Peculiar and extremely weird,&lt;br /&gt;So strange,&lt;br /&gt;She's Alienated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pushing her future&lt;br /&gt;backwards .&lt;br /&gt;She isolates herself&lt;br /&gt;Faraway from norms&lt;br /&gt;And standard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the way&lt;br /&gt;she walks&lt;br /&gt;Through the pave&lt;br /&gt;of continuous boredom,&lt;br /&gt;Despair, Pain and hurt&lt;br /&gt;There is no enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;Nor was there any satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;Though there were loads of hope ..&lt;br /&gt;That she might change one day,&lt;br /&gt;And give life a better look .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's lonely&lt;br /&gt;And always alone&lt;br /&gt;She's nobody important&lt;br /&gt;Only a being on her own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she wears&lt;br /&gt;What she says&lt;br /&gt;The way she is&lt;br /&gt;She's that&lt;br /&gt;Of strangeness&lt;br /&gt;Arcane nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was&lt;br /&gt;All she is&lt;br /&gt;The way&lt;br /&gt;people say&lt;br /&gt;The way&lt;br /&gt;people view&lt;br /&gt;The girl who threw her heart away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz she is ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl who threw her heart away .&lt;br /&gt;So far away from the world,&lt;br /&gt;Claiming to purify her soul ..&lt;br /&gt;Tearing her world into pieces,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to join them together&lt;br /&gt;For the everlasting happiness .&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting her feelings&lt;br /&gt;for God's pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificing her dreams,&lt;br /&gt;To fulfil His order ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz this girl&lt;br /&gt;Who threw her heart away&lt;br /&gt;Means well&lt;br /&gt;And was never of despair&lt;br /&gt;Never felt alone&lt;br /&gt;Nor missed life's splendour&lt;br /&gt;For not living life&lt;br /&gt;The way people do so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enslaving herself in humility,&lt;br /&gt;of grace and great modesty,&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless her life seems hard&lt;br /&gt;in the eyes of those&lt;br /&gt;who thinks she's odd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz this girl who threw her heart away&lt;br /&gt;is keeping it in the most decent way&lt;br /&gt;not in the jars of the worldly waste&lt;br /&gt;but in a beautiful garden&lt;br /&gt;preparing to face&lt;br /&gt;the great, crucial day&lt;br /&gt;where all man and woman&lt;br /&gt;be gathered&lt;br /&gt;to witness&lt;br /&gt;the utmost greatness&lt;br /&gt;of the Supreme Lord&lt;br /&gt;Allah the Most Greatest!&lt;br /&gt;The day&lt;br /&gt;where the world shall see&lt;br /&gt;that this girl&lt;br /&gt;who threw her heart away&lt;br /&gt;is all fine, happy and ok! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112492310034665452?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112492310034665452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112492310034665452' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112492310034665452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112492310034665452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/08/girl-who-threw-her-heart-away.html' title='The Girl Who Threw Her Heart Away'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112457314524913830</id><published>2005-08-21T06:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T00:25:45.250+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Side by Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;They lie on the table side by side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Quran and the T.V. Guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is well worn and cherished with pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the Quran, but the T.V. Guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is used daily to help folks decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the Quran, but the T.V. Guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the pages are turned, what shall they see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what does it matter, turn on the T.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they open the book in which they confide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not the Quran, but the T.V. Guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Word of Allah is seldom read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a verse before they fall into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted and sleepy and tired as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not from reading the Quran, from watching T.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then back to the table side by side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie the Holy Quran and the T.V. Guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time for prayer, no time for the Word,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan of Istiqama is seldom heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But forgiveness of sin, so full and free,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is found in the Quran, not on T.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112457314524913830?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112457314524913830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112457314524913830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112457314524913830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112457314524913830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/08/side-by-side_21.html' title='Side by Side'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112371490632811115</id><published>2005-08-11T08:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T02:01:46.333+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Promise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I cannot promise you&lt;br /&gt;I will not change.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot promise you&lt;br /&gt;I will not have many different moods.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot promise you&lt;br /&gt;I will not hurt your feelings sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot promise you&lt;br /&gt;I will not be erratic.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot promise you&lt;br /&gt;I will always be strong.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot promise you&lt;br /&gt;My faults will not show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do promise you&lt;br /&gt;I will always be supportive of you.&lt;br /&gt;I do promise you&lt;br /&gt;I will share all my thoughts and feelings with you.&lt;br /&gt;I do promise you&lt;br /&gt;I will give you freedom to be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I do promise you&lt;br /&gt;I will understand everything that you do.&lt;br /&gt;I do promise you&lt;br /&gt;I will be completely honest with you.&lt;br /&gt;I do promise you&lt;br /&gt;I will laugh and cry with you.&lt;br /&gt;I do promise you&lt;br /&gt;I will help you achieve all of your goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all,&lt;br /&gt;I do promise you&lt;br /&gt;I will love you now, always and forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112371490632811115?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112371490632811115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112371490632811115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112371490632811115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112371490632811115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-promise.html' title='My Promise...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112368517884431682</id><published>2005-08-10T23:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T17:46:18.850+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Star-Spangled Lies for War...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, media outlets routinely march to the drumbeat of key themes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* America Is a Fair and Noble Superpower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Our Leaders Will Do Everything They Can to Avoid War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Our Leaders Would Never Tell Us Outright Lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This Guy Is a Modern-Day Hitler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This Is About Human Rights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This Is Not at All About Oil or Corporate Profits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* They Are the Aggressors, Not Us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If This War Is Wrong, Congress Will Stop It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If This War Is Wrong, the Media Will Tell Us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Media Coverage Brings War Into Our Living Rooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Opposing the War Means Siding With the Enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This Is a Necessary Battle in the War on Terrorism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* What the U.S. Government Needs Most Is Better PR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Pentagon Fights Wars as Humanely as Possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Our Soldiers Are Heroes, Theirs Are Inhuman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* America Needs the Resolve to Kick the "Vietnam Syndrome"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Withdrawal Would Cripple U.S. Credibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112368517884431682?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112368517884431682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112368517884431682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112368517884431682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112368517884431682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/08/big-star-spangled-lies-for-war.html' title='Big Star-Spangled Lies for War...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112343431761478838</id><published>2005-08-08T02:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T20:05:17.620+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poem of Death...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This is the tale of an Average Man,&lt;br /&gt;Who acts contrary to Allah's plan,&lt;br /&gt;If U are reflected therein&lt;br /&gt;Then repent and commit no sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was early in the morning at four,&lt;br /&gt;When death knocked upon a bedroom door,&lt;br /&gt;Who is there? the sleeping one cried.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Azrael, let me come inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At once, the man began to shiver,&lt;br /&gt;As one sweating in deadly fever,&lt;br /&gt;He shouted to his sleeping wife,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let him take away my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go away, O Angel of Death!&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone, I'm not ready yet.&lt;br /&gt;My family depends on me,&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance, O please mercy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel knocked again and again,&lt;br /&gt;Friend! I'll take your life without a pain,&lt;br /&gt;Tis your soul Allah requires,&lt;br /&gt;I come not with my own desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bewildered, the man began to cry,&lt;br /&gt;O Angel I'm so afraid to die,&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you gold and be your slave,&lt;br /&gt;Don't send me to the unlit grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me in, O Friend! The Angel said,&lt;br /&gt;Open the door, get up from your bed,&lt;br /&gt;If you do not allow me in,&lt;br /&gt;I will walk through it, like a jinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man held a gun in his right hand,&lt;br /&gt;Ready to defy the Angel's stand.&lt;br /&gt;I'll point my gun, towards your head,&lt;br /&gt;You dare come in, I'll shoot you dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now the Angel was in the room,&lt;br /&gt;Saying, O Friend! prepare for you doom.&lt;br /&gt;Foolish man, Angels never die,&lt;br /&gt;Put down your gun and do not sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you afraid! Tell me O man,&lt;br /&gt;To die according to Allah's plan?&lt;br /&gt;Come smile at me, do not be grim,&lt;br /&gt;Be Happy to return to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Angel! I bow my head in shame,&lt;br /&gt;I had no time to take Allah's Name.&lt;br /&gt;From morning till dusk, I made my wealth,&lt;br /&gt;Not even caring for my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah's command I never obeyed,&lt;br /&gt;Nor five times a day I ever prayed.&lt;br /&gt;A Ramadan came and a Ramadan went,&lt;br /&gt;But no time had I to repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hajj was already fard on me,&lt;br /&gt;But I would not part with my money.&lt;br /&gt;All charities I did ignore,&lt;br /&gt;Taking usury more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I sipped my favourite wine,&lt;br /&gt;With flirting women I sat to dine.&lt;br /&gt;O Angel! I appeal to you,&lt;br /&gt;Spare my life for a year or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Laws of Quraan I will obey,&lt;br /&gt;I'll begin Salat this very day.&lt;br /&gt;My Fast and Hajj, I will complete,&lt;br /&gt;And keep away from self conceit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will refrain from usury,&lt;br /&gt;And give all my wealth to charity,&lt;br /&gt;Wine and wenches I will detest,&lt;br /&gt;Allah's oneness I will attest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Angels do what Allah demands,&lt;br /&gt;We cannot go against His commands.&lt;br /&gt;Death is ordained for everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Father, mother, daughter or son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid this moment is your last,&lt;br /&gt;Now be reminded, of your past,&lt;br /&gt;I do understand your fears,&lt;br /&gt;But it is now too late for tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lived in this world, two score and more,&lt;br /&gt;Never did you, your people adore.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents, you did not obey,&lt;br /&gt;Hungry beggars, you turned away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your two ill-gotten, female offsprings,&lt;br /&gt;In nightclubs, for livelihood they sing.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of making more Muslims,&lt;br /&gt;You made your children non-Muslims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ignored the Mua'dhin Adhaan,&lt;br /&gt;Nor did you read the Holy Quran.&lt;br /&gt;Breaking promises all your life,&lt;br /&gt;Backbiting friends, and causing strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From hoarded goods, great profits you made,&lt;br /&gt;And your poor workers, you underpaid.&lt;br /&gt;Horses and cards were your leisure,&lt;br /&gt;Money making was your pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ate vitamins and grew more fat,&lt;br /&gt;With the very sick, you never sat.&lt;br /&gt;A pint of blood you never gave,&lt;br /&gt;Which could a little baby save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Human, you have done enough wrong,&lt;br /&gt;You bought good properties for a song.&lt;br /&gt;When the farmers appealed to you,&lt;br /&gt;You did not have mercy, this is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradise for you? I cannot tell,&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtedly you will dwell in hell.&lt;br /&gt;There is no time for you to repent,&lt;br /&gt;I'll take your soul for which I am sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending however, is very sad,&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the man became mad,&lt;br /&gt;With a cry, he jumped out of bed!&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, he fell down dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112343431761478838?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112343431761478838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112343431761478838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112343431761478838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112343431761478838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/08/poem-of-death.html' title='The Poem of Death...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112322613538089363</id><published>2005-08-05T16:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T10:15:35.386+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends...And Best Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Friend: calls your parents by mr. and mrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Best friend: calls your parents dad and mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Friend: has never seen you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Best friend: has always had the best shoulder to cry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Friend: never asks for anything to eat or drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Best friend: opens the fridge and makes herself at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Friend: asks you to write down your number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Best friend: they ask you for their number (cuz! they can't remember it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Friend: borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Best friend: has a closet full of your stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Friend: only knows a few things about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Best friend: could write a biography on your life story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Friend: will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Best friend: will always go with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112322613538089363?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112221604567752302</id><published>2005-07-24T23:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T17:40:45.683+03:00</updated><title type='text'>What Will Matter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What will matter is not what you've bought, but what you've built.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What will matter is not what you've got, but what you've given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What will matter is not your success, but your significance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What will matter is not what you've learned, but what you've taught.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112221604567752302?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112221604567752302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112221604567752302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112221604567752302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112221604567752302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-will-matter.html' title='What Will Matter...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111989421173973166</id><published>2005-07-24T05:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T23:44:18.606+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Watch your thoughts, they become words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Watch your words, they become actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Watch your actions, they become habits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Watch your habits, they become character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"In the search for me, I discovered truth. In the search for truth, I discovered love. In the search for love, I discovered God. And in God, I have found everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111989421173973166?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111989421173973166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=111989421173973166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111989421173973166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111989421173973166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/07/reflections.html' title='Reflections...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112197439917179573</id><published>2005-07-22T04:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T22:33:19.176+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Believe God Exists?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This is a very interesting conversation between a Muslim student and his professor. The fantastic use of logics by the students amazes me so much. You can click on the headline to download the pps file (powerpoint presentation). I hope you will enjoy reading it and will share it with your friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112197439917179573?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://uk.geocities.com/fazly1983/Do_You_Believe_God_Exists.pps' title='Do You Believe God Exists?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112197439917179573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112197439917179573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112197439917179573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112197439917179573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/07/do-you-believe-god-exists.html' title='Do You Believe God Exists?'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112185493981316632</id><published>2005-07-20T19:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T13:22:19.820+03:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Ekor Ikan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Konon, di sebuah kolam tinggal 3 ekor ikan: Si Pandai, Si  Agak Pandai, dan Si Bodoh. Kehidupan mereka berlangsung biasa  saja seperti ikan-ikan yang lain, sampai pada suatu hari ketika kolam itu kedatangan seorang nelayan - seorang manusia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nelayan itu membawa jala; dan Si Pandai melihatnya dari dalam air. Berbekalkan pengalamannya, cerita-cerita yang pernah didengarnya, dan kecerdikannya, Si Pandai memutuskan untuk melakukan sesuatu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Hampir tiada tempat berlindung di kolam ini," fikirnya "Jadi saya akan pura-pura mati saja."&lt;br /&gt;Lantas, Si Pandai mengumpulkan segenap tenaganya dan meloncat ke luar kolam, jatuh tepat di kaki nelayan itu. Tentu saja si Nelayan terkejut. Kerana ikan tersebut menahan nafas, nelayan itu mengiranya mati; ia pun melemparkan ikan itu kembali ke dalam kolam. Ikan itu kemudian meluncur tenang dan bersembunyi di sebuah ceruk kecil dekat pinggir kolam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ikan yang kedua, Si Agak-Pandai, tidak begitu memahami apa yang telah terjadi. Ia pun berenang mendekati Si Pandai dan menanyakan hal itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Senang saja. Saya pura-pura mati, dan nelayan itu melemparkan aku kembali ke kolam," kata Si Pandai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Si Agak-Pandai itu pun segera melompat ke darat, jatuh dekat kaki nelayan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Aneh," fikir nelayan itu, "Ikan-ikan ini berloncatan keluar dari air." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Namun, Si Agak Pandai ini ternyata lupa menahan nafas, dan iapun dimasukkan ke dalam raga.&lt;br /&gt;Ia kembali mengamat-amati kolam, dan kerana agak hairan memikirkan ikan-ikan yang berloncatan ke darat, ia pun lupa menutup raganya. Menyedari hal ini, Si Agak Pandai berusaha melepaskan diri ke luar dari raga, membolak-balikkan badannya, dan masuk kembali ke dalam kolam. Ia mencari-cari ikan pertama yakni Si Pandai, lalu ikut bersembunyi di dekatnya - nafasnya terengah-engah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dan ikan ketiga, Si Bodoh, tidak mampu mengambil pelajaran dari segala yang dilihatnya itu, meskipun ia telah mengetahui pengalaman kedua-dua ikan sebelumnya. Si Pandai dan Si Agak-Pandai memberi penjelasan secara terperinci, menekankan pentingnya menahan nafas agar di....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Terima kasih! Saya sudah mengerti," kata Si Bodoh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sehabis mengucapkan katanya itu, Si Bodoh pun melemparkan dirinya ke darat, jatuh tepat dekat di kaki nelayan. Si nelayan langsung memasukkan ikan ketiga itu ke dalam raganya tanpa memperhatikan apakah ikan itu masih bernafas atau tidak. Dan raganya sekarang tertutup rapat. Berulangkali si nelayan melemparkan jalanya ke dalam kolam, namun kedua-dua ikan yang pertama tadi dengan aman bersembunyi di ceruk kolam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Akhirnya nelayan itu menghentikan usahanya. Ia membuka raganya, dan menyedari bahawa ternyata ikan yang di dalamnya tidak bernafas. Ikan itupun dibawanya pulang untuk makanan  kucing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catatan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sahabat; hidup ini benar-benar bukanlah sesuatu yang mudah. Melayari bahtera hidup perlu disesuaikan dengan kemampuan diri kita. Hanya orang-orang yang bijak akan mengatur hidupnya sebagai ladang menyemai bekalan ukhrawi. Orang bijak tidak akan tertipu oleh indahnya duniawi. Kerana seorang yang bijak tidak akan berfikir singkat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sahabat; syaitan tidak pernah jemu menjerat manusia. Itulah janjinya. Usah biarkan diri kalian menjadi mangsa jeratan syaitan. Didiklah hati dengan sebaik-baik didikan yakni didikan al-Quran dan as-Sunnah. Hati yang malang adalah hati yang silau oleh nafsu dalam mencari kebenaran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sahabat; kita ada pilihan, sama ada menjadi manusia yang bijak, yang agak bijak atau yang tidak bijak. Tuhan itu selayaknya Dia menentukan setiap sesuatu, tetapi kita tetap diberi pilihan. Kita sebagai manusia mempunyai pilihan untuk memilih jalan kebaikan mahupun jalan kejahatan. Dengan sebab itu, ilmu, keluarga, persekitaran yang baik dan kekuatan akhlak adalah faktor yang mempengaruhi kita memilih jalan kehidupan kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Rumusannya, untuk memahami sesuatu, perlu kepada ilmu, untuk menilai sesuatu juga perlu kepada ilmu. Dan untuk mendapatkan yang terbaik, perlu kepada ilmu. Maka, tuntutlah ilmu tanpa rasa jemu. Semoga bahagia sentiasa bertamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112185493981316632?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112185493981316632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112185493981316632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112185493981316632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112185493981316632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/07/3-ekor-ikan.html' title='3 Ekor Ikan...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112180996674577834</id><published>2005-07-20T06:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T00:52:46.750+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing The River</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Use your mind and try to solve this problem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1. The dad cant be left with the daughters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2. The mom cant be left with the sons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3. The prisoner cant be left with anyone alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;4. The kids cant cross together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Somehow you need to get a mom + 2 daughters a dad + 2 sons and a cop with his prisoner across a river....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112180996674577834?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112180996674577834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112180996674577834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112180996674577834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112180996674577834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/07/crossing-river.html' title='Crossing The River'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112161162654451931</id><published>2005-07-17T23:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:47:06.550+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidup Itu Imtihan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Bila tiba musim peperiksaan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ragam manusia dapat kita perhatikan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ada yg tekun studi, ada yg tak lalu nak makan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Rumus &amp; fakta semua disumbat dalam ingatan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;'Previous years questions' &amp;amp; 'assignments', semuanya diberi perhatian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mengulangkaji sampai tak menang tangan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Perasaan takut, cuak, tak berkeyakinan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Semua datang tanpa diundang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tapi, dalam menghadapi kenyataan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Adakah kita juga berperasaan sedemikian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Seperti kita menghadapi peperiksaan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sedangkan kehidupan di dunia ini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dikurnia Allah sbg satu ujian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"(Allah) Yang Menciptakan kematian &amp; kehidupan untuk menguji siapa antara kamu yg paling baik amalannya (Al-Mulk:2)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mungkin, kadangkala manusia terlupa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tujuan hidup ini sebenarnya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Lebih besar ertinya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Berbanding ujian-ujian lain di dunia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tetapi, ujian yg paling besar inilah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yang sering dilupakan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yang sering diambil mudah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yang paling sedikit dibuat persediaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Justeru itu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Persiapkanlah diri kita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Akal, fizikal, dan ruhani sama sekata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Agar hidup kita di sini tidak sia-sia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Kejarlah yg hakiki, nescaya yg fana akan mengejar kita jua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Betapa byk jln keluar yg dtg stlh rasa putus asa,betapa byk kegembiraan dtg slps kesusahan,sesiapa yg berbaik sangka pd Pemilik 'Arasy, dia akan memetik manisnya buah di tengah-tengah pohon berduri." -Hukama-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112161162654451931?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112161162654451931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112161162654451931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112161162654451931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112161162654451931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/07/hidup-itu-imtihan.html' title='Hidup Itu Imtihan...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112145791927010493</id><published>2005-07-16T05:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T23:05:19.280+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude Determines Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before the clock strikes midnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have responsibilities to fulfill today. I am important. My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today I can complain because the weather is rainy or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today I can feel sad that I don't have more money or I can be glad that my finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely and guide me away from waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today I can grumble about my health or I can rejoice that I am alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today I can cry because roses have thorns or I can celebrate that thorns have roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today I can mourn my lack of friends or I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today I can whine because I have to go to work or I can shout for joy because I have a job to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today I can complain because I have to go to school or eagerly open my mind and fill it with rich new tidbits of knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do housework or I can feel honored because the Lord has provided shelter for my mind, body and soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped. And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What today will be like is up to me. I get to choose what kind of day I will have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;~Author Unknown~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112145791927010493?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112145791927010493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112145791927010493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112145791927010493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112145791927010493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/07/attitude-determines-attitude.html' title='Attitude Determines Attitude'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112137673961676188</id><published>2005-07-15T06:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T00:40:02.720+03:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You're Malaysian When...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ccffcc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#330099;"&gt;You Know You're Malaysian When....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;You complain about the quality of the pirated DVD you just purchased. "What, RM10 for DVD5?! Aiyah, boss ... sound no good, cheaperlah ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're willing to consume sambal petai and durian and gladly suffer the bloating and wind-breaking incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're exceedingly polite to the Mat Sallehs but you slag your own kind. "Hello, sir. Why don't you sit here, it?s got the best view of the city skyline." But, "Aunty-ah, your table is over there next to the kitchen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You order Maggi goreng and fried chicken, complain about how oily the food is, and then proceed to finish it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to talk about food. You're already thinking about what to have for dinner while eating lunch. "I'm stuffed. What shall we have for dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dive into a communal-style meal the moment the dish lands on the table only to hesitate at the last morsel of food on the serving dish. There are two possible explanations for this: the first is the pai seh (embarrassed) factor, while the other is the myth that the person who eats the last piece will be a spinster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hit the accelerator the moment the first drop of rain hits your windshield. "Alamak, it's going to rain. Sure traffic jam one. I'd better drive faster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seize the opportunity to make a U-turn anywhere ... especially where there is a sign telling you not to. Well, so long as the cops aren't in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel a burning desire to send text messages and even have the gall to give your friend a blow-by-blow account of the movie to your friend on the handphone ? during the screening of the movie. "Okay, now that girl Lizzie is impersonating an Italian singer; she so doesn?t look Italian ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forsake your loved ones for the all-important four letter-word: S-A-L-E. "Sorry, mum, I can't take you to Aunt Mary?s because I have to go to MidValley before the crowd." You?re also more than happy to be part of the insane traffic jam that forms around malls during weekends and sale periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Reality shows Akademi Fantasia and Malaysian Idol dictate your social life. "What, no TV at the mamak? Count me out ? I'm staying home. Rinie needs my support."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pepper every sentence with lah. "No-lah, I can't see you today-lah. I have to study-lah. You know-lah, the prison warden aka mak is watching me like a hawk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fail to function normally without your daily dose of teh tarik and nasi lemak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have owned at least one Proton in your lifetime. Cheap, cheap. That is until you start to make enough dough to buy that Honda you've been salivating over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You slow down at an accident site to take down the car number plate, but won't step out of your car to help ? the victim could be a robber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd rather park your car along the main road outside the mall, where there's a yellow line, rather than pay RM1 to park inside where there are adequate bays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You plead, bat your eyelids and relate a sob story to the officer at the town council office to let you off the hook (or reduce the amount considerably) for the fine you incurred when you parked your car on the double line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make an appointment for 10am and conveniently show up a half hour late ? Malaysian time, what ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pop open the wet tissue packet at the Chinese restaurant by squeezing the trapped air to the top of the packet before proceeding to smash your fist into it. The louder the pop the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You greet your friend / neighbor / acquaintance on the street with "How are things?" or "Have you eaten?" or better yet, by stating the obvious: "Went to market ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramlee burger is the "piece de resistance" of your growing-up-years cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You catch all major televised events at the mamak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have roughly six meals a day (breakfast, mid-morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner and supper). Then there's the snacking ? keropok ikan, pisang goreng, muruku, jam tarts and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the whole family dressed to the nines, jump into the car and head for the minister's open house ? and ask for styrofoam boxes and plastic bags to tar pau food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your accent and language style vary according to the race of the person you are conversing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friendly disposition. Smiles are abundant and your "Apa khabar?" is warm and sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You exclaim loudly how expensive everything is, even though the items may in fact be going for a steal. "Wah! So expensive, ah? Hak sei ngor (Scare me to death)!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dig deep into your pockets to contribute to the latest appeal for donations in the newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You "dis" our country all the time, but as soon as something good happens (like winning the Thomas Cup), you morph into a proud Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never travel abroad without a bottle of chilli sauce, or sachets which you can sneak into restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're proud to be Malaysian - and you pass these jokes on to all your Malaysian friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wherefrom.html"&gt;Get Your Own "You Know You're" Meme Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112137673961676188?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112137673961676188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112137673961676188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112137673961676188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112137673961676188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-know-youre-malaysian-when.html' title='You Know You&apos;re Malaysian When...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112136742692143026</id><published>2005-07-15T03:55:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T21:57:06.923+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingatan Bersama...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Kita pasti dirisik..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pertunangan sejak azali..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Di hujung hidup nanti..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Berlangsungnya perkahwinanmu dengan maut..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hantarannya..sakit dan nazak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tamu bertandang menghadiahkan esak tangis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pengantin dimandikan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dipakaikan baju cantik putih..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Wangian gaharu dan cendana..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Keranda jadi pelaminan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pengantin bersanding sendirian..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Di arak keliling kampung..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Berkompangkan azan dan kalimah kudus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Akad nikahnya bacaan talkin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Berwalikan liang lahad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Saksi pula nisan-nisan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Siraman air mawar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Keluarga terdekat menepung tawar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tiba masa pengantin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Menunggu sendirian..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Malam pertama bersama KEKASIH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Di kamar bertilamkan tanah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dan Dia menuntut janji..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sucikah kita tatkala berpadu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pernahkah taubat sepanjang hayat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Atau terkubur bersama 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Thank you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112136742692143026?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112136742692143026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112136742692143026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112136742692143026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112136742692143026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/07/ingatan-bersama_14.html' title='Ingatan Bersama...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112118052783289494</id><published>2005-07-13T00:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T18:02:07.836+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Too often we don't realise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;what we have until it is gone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Too often we wait too late to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"I'm sorry - I was wrong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;we hold dearest to our hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And we allow foolish things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;to tear our lives apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Far too many times we let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;unimportant things into our minds;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And then it's usually too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;to see what made us blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So be sure that you let people know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;how much they mean to you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Take that time to say the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;before your time is through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Be sure that you appreciate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;everything you've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And be thankful for the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;little things in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;that mean a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Remind your friends to appreciate the little things in life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112118052783289494?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112118052783289494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112118052783289494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112118052783289494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112118052783289494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/07/little-things.html' title='Little Things'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112107122994050153</id><published>2005-07-11T17:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T11:40:29.973+03:00</updated><title type='text'>If An Insect Falls in Your Cup of Coffee, What Would You Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here is one analysis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1. The Englishman: Throws the cup away and walks out of the cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2. The American: Takes the insect out and drinks the coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3. The Chinese: Eats the insect and throws the coffee away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;4. The Besieged Palestinian: Drinks the coffee and the insect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;5. The Israeli:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*Sells the coffee to the American and the insect to the Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*Screams that his security is in peril.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*Accuses the Palestinians of throwing the insect in his coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*Alleges that Hizbullah, the Syrians and the Iranians advocate attacks with weapons of mass insects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*Relates this vicious attack to Islamic Terrorism, Attacks on Human Rights, Anti- Semites, the Holocaust, the Diaspora, the Discrimination against Noah's Ark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*Commands Mahmoud Abbas to immediately stop insects from flying in the air or landing in coffee cups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*Re-occupies the West Bank and Gaza, razes houses, cuts off water and electricity, humiliates and terrorizes civilians, kills or maims anyone in his way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*Imposes more military aid on the American.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;* Demands a 100-year, billion-dollar, loan from America to buy another cup of coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*Claims life-time free coffee from the cafe as compensation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;~Unknown~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112107122994050153?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112107122994050153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112107122994050153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112107122994050153'/><link rel='self' 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dari tiada kepada ada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yang memberi nikmat bermacam-macam bentuknya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Lupa kepada dosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Padahal dosa selalu memburunya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ia akan menghumbankannya ke dalam Neraka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Lupa kepada ibu bapa yang memelihara di waktu kecilnya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dihantar ke sekolah, berpeluang menuntut ilmu-Nya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dijaga kesihatannya, sihat badannya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Setelah dewasa ilmu itulah aset dirinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Lupa kepada guru-guru yang membuat jasa kepadanya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Memberi ilmu yang banyak, menjadi hartanya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sekadarkan menziarahi guru sekali sekala pun tiada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dilupakan gurunya sepanjang hayatnya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Lupa kepada kawan yang pernah menolongnya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Padahal di waktu itu dia sedang menderita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Lupa kepada asal-usulnya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dia itu siapa sebenamya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dilupakan oleh pangkat, kesenangan dan kemewahan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Teringat sahaja kampung tempat tumpah darahnya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Rasa tidak senang sahaja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Malunya hendak ziarah kampung asalnya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Bahkan bermacam-macam lagi yang dilupakannya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Padahal semuanya itu sejarah hidupnya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sepatutnya manusia ini bersikap:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tempat jatuh lagi dikenang, inikan pula tempat bermain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112099695032908072?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112099695032908072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112099695032908072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112099695032908072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112099695032908072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/07/manusia-selalu-lupa.html' title='Manusia Selalu Lupa...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112085485484329469</id><published>2005-07-09T05:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T23:38:17.166+03:00</updated><title type='text'>World Without Engineers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 434px; HEIGHT: 510px" height="510" src="http://www.geocities.com/fazly1983/comp3.jpg" width="536" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112085485484329469?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112085485484329469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112085485484329469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112085485484329469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112085485484329469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/07/world-without-engineers.html' title='World Without Engineers...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112075879204362225</id><published>2005-07-08T02:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T20:53:12.050+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Poem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I knelt to pray but not for long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I had too much to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I had to hurry and get to work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For bills would soon be due.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And jumped up off my knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My Muslim duty was now done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My soul could rest at ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;All day long I had no time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To spread a word of cheer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;No time to speak of Allah to friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;They'd laugh at me I'd fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;No time, no time, too much to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That was my constant cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;No time to give to souls in need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But at last the time, the time to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I went before the Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I came, I stood with downcast eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For in his hands God held a book;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It was the book of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;God looked into his book and said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Your name I cannot find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I once was going to write it down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But never found the time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112075879204362225?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112075879204362225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112075879204362225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112075879204362225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112075879204362225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/07/nice-poem.html' title='Nice Poem...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112065095566647821</id><published>2005-07-06T20:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T14:55:55.673+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Eighty percent of Kindergarterns solved this riddle, but only 5% of Stanford graduates figured it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Can you answer the following question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. The word has seven letters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2. Preceded God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3. Greater than God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4. More Evil than the devil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5. All poor people have it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;6. Wealthy people need it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;7. If you eat it, you will die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Could you figure it out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Try hard before looking at the answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Have you got it yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Give up?Brace yourself for the answer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The Answer is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;(highlight the area between the astesrisks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;NOTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NOTHING has 7 letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NOTHING preceded God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NOTHING is greater than God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NOTHING is more Evil than the devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All poor people have NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wealthy people need NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you eat NOTHING, you will die...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Don't feel bad - I have to admit that I couldn't solve it all and had to look at the answers. Send this Brain Teaser to your Smart friends and see if they can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112065095566647821?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112065095566647821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112065095566647821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112065095566647821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112065095566647821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/07/riddle.html' title='Riddle...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112059623901133235</id><published>2005-07-06T05:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T23:43:59.023+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beloved...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;There was a time in my youth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;When Islam was only a custom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;They said "say La IIaha IIIa Allah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;And pray, you'll go to Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;"Ah, how simple, no struggle in this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Just a word, and simple act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Thereafter I'm absorbed in this world again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;With my 'assured' place in Paradise intact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;But this was not to be my fate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;For ALLAH chose to guide my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;I learnt of a man who struggled so hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;When his mission was from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Spoke gently, kindness he knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Never fearing to say what's right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;His conviction in ISLAM was true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;The touch of his hand was as soft as silk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;To comfort a crying child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;To mend his clothes, or do the chores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Never complaining, he always smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;A living he made with his bare hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;The same that held his mighty sword.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Valour shone from the edge of his blade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;His smell was always of musk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;And cleanliness he kept at his best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Stark contrast with the heroes of today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Who stink of beer and sweat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;He held the hands of his companions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Unashamed to play with many children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;So modest, so humble, a perfect example,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;That strangers could not recognise him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;His eyes slept little for nights were precious,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;His prayers he treasured much greater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;To pray Tahajjud in the depths of night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Seeking forgiveness, and nearness to his Creator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;He broke his tooth for me at Uhud,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;And bled for me at Ta'if.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;He cried for me, tears of concern,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Just so I could have this belief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;His enemies admired his teachings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Uniting every religion, every clan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Till ISLAM came to every corner of the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;O, but indeed he was only a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;To own a house, or build his wealth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Was not his main priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;To establish ISLAM was more essential,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;To bring us under a Higher Authority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Don't you want him to plea for your case,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;When before ALLAH-The Judge-you stand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Don't you wish to be around his fountain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;A burning desire to drink from his hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;So I love him more than all creation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;My Leader, my Humble Prophet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Muhammad (SAWS) was a mercy to all mankind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;And to me, he is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;MY BELOVED !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;~Anonymous~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112059623901133235?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112059623901133235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112059623901133235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112059623901133235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112059623901133235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-beloved.html' title='My Beloved...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112048977838002513</id><published>2005-07-05T00:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T18:09:38.390+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaga Singh =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;There's this Jaga Singh who was working for a  multi-millionare as a House guard. One day, while the millionaire was  driving out to catch an early morning flight to conclude a business deal, Jaga Singh ran out from the guard house and stopped the millionaire's car just right  in front of the gate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;He said "Sir..Sir.. are you going to board a  plane?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Yes, why?" asked the millionaire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"You had better cancel the trip. You see,  last night I dreamt about the plane going to crash."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Curious over the  early morning fright that Jaga Singh had given, the multimillionaire decided to cancel his trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"You better be damn right for this is a million dollar deal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The following day, there were news reports that the plane that the millionaire was supposed to take had indeed crash landed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Thank God I  cancelled the trip,." The rich man said realising that what Jaga Singh had said had come true, he called the Singh to see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;When the guard was called  that morning, the millionaire gave him his salary and FIRED him. WHY? Think first.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Use your  brains Use your  brains la... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Still no idea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Come on...it is very  easy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Still drawing a  blank??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Just imagine you are the Singh and you  have saved your boss's life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;OK-lah, since you do not want to "use your  brains" like Jaga Singh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Before you talk to your  boss...Just scroll down for the answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;ANSWER Jaga Singh was supposed to guard the house at night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;NOT to Sleep and Dream all night! So, GO BACK TO WORK!! and Don't try to save your boss's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112048977838002513?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112048977838002513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112048977838002513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112048977838002513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112048977838002513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/07/jaga-singh_04.html' title='Jaga Singh =)'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112038941114088535</id><published>2005-07-03T20:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T14:16:51.146+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boy and A Puppy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups. And set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of  a little boy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;"Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back off  his neck, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;"These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;"I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;"Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;"Here, Dolly!" he called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.  The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence.   His eyes danced with delight.  As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a  somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others,doing its best to catch up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt; "I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want  that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you  like these other dogs would."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of  his trousers.  In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it to  the little boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;"How much?" asked the little boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;"No charge," answered the farmer, "There's no charge for love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;~The world is full of people who need someone who understands~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112038941114088535?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112038941114088535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112038941114088535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112038941114088535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112038941114088535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/07/boy-and-puppy.html' title='A Boy and A Puppy...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112030448961209904</id><published>2005-07-02T20:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T14:09:59.066+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/fazly1983/friendway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/fazly1983/friendway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112030448961209904?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112030448961209904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112030448961209904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112030448961209904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112030448961209904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/07/friends.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112030370008416622</id><published>2005-07-02T20:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T14:28:20.090+03:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Were Your Own Employer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;IF YOU WERE YOUR OWN EMPLOYER, WOULD YOU BE ENTIRELY SATISFIED WITH THE DAYS WORK YOU HAVE DONE TODAY? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;At the end of the day, it matters little what others think of you, what's important is what you think about yourself. As you reflect on your days work, ask yourself, have I given 100 percent of my time and talents today? If this were my company, would I like it to be filled with hundreds of other people just like me, or would I prefer to hire individuals with a little more initiative? When you have become the kind of person you would like to work with or have working for you, you aren't far from the day when you will own the company - or at least become a valuable part of it. Most important, you can sleep soundly at night, serene in the knowledge that you have done your best, that you have earned your pay, and that you have met the standards of performance you require of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112030370008416622?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112030370008416622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112030370008416622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112030370008416622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112030370008416622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/07/if-you-were-your-own-employer.html' title='If You Were Your Own Employer...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-112015932942005896</id><published>2005-07-01T04:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:22:09.426+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In His Way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Those who have found The Truth found Him in their souls;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have been detained half-way have been hindered by conjectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who truly seeks will truly find Him, while the indolent can do neither.&lt;br /&gt;For His slaves on their spiritual journey, He is the final destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The souls who do not recognize Him as Friend, who do not die to themselves to be raised again in Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;The souls who did not live nor will die for His sake are utterly bereft and destitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, friends, let’s set out to reach the realm of the Beloved;&lt;br /&gt;And let us see the rose of His beauty for a moment in light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is pitiless and cruel, all around is fog and cloud;&lt;br /&gt;It is but a loss and waste of time to stay here even for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are travellers, and our home coming is with Him alone&lt;br /&gt;What an honour to reach Him; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Faith is the only means of arriving, this aim by His leave and grace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;~The Fountain Magazine~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-112015932942005896?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/112015932942005896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=112015932942005896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112015932942005896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/112015932942005896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-his-way.html' title='In His Way...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111989563050303187</id><published>2005-06-30T07:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:25:11.406+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Thinking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Below are four (4) questions. You have to answer them instantly. You can't take your time, answer all of them immediately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK? Let's find out just how clever you really are. Ready? GO!!! (scroll down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;First Question: You are participating in a race. You overtook the second person. What position are you in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Answer: If you answer that you are first, then you are absolutely wrong! If you overtake the second person and you took his place, you are second! Try not to screw up in the next question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;To answer the second question, don't take as muchtime as you took for the first question. Second Question: If you overtake the last person, then you are...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Answer: If you answered that you are second to last, then you are wrong again. Tell me, how can you overtake the LAST person?! You're not very good at this are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Third Question: Very tricky math!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Note: This must be done in your head only. Do NOT use paper and pencil or a calculator. Try it. Take 1000 and add 40 to it. Now add another 1000. Now add 30. Add another 1000. Now add 20. Now add another 1000. Now add 10. What is the total?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Scroll down for answer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Did you get 5000? The correct answer is actually 4100. Don't believe it? Check with your calculator! Today is definitely not your day. Maybe you will get the last question right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Question: Mary's father has five daughters:1. Nana,2. Nene,3. Nini,4. Nono.What is the name of the fifth daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Nunu? NO! Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Mary! Read the question again. You certainly need more practise. Better luck next time. Good-bye!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111989563050303187?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111989563050303187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=111989563050303187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111989563050303187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111989563050303187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/06/quick-thinking.html' title='Quick Thinking...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111964984349200862</id><published>2005-06-29T09:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T03:52:04.130+03:00</updated><title type='text'>If You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Your words, your dreams, and your thoughts have power to create conditions in your life. What you speak about, you can bring about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If you keep saying you can't stand your job, you might lose your job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If you keep saying you can't stand your body, your body can become sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If you keep saying you can't stand your car, your car could be stolen or just stop operating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If you keep saying you're broke, guess what? You'll always be broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If you keep saying you can't trust a man or trust a woman, you will always find someone in your life to hurt and betray you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If you keep saying you can't find a job, you will remain unemployed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If you keep saying you can't find someone to love you or believe in you, your very thought will attract more experiences to confirm your beliefs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If you keep talking about a divorce or break up in a relationship, then you might end up with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Turn your thoughts and conversations around to be more positive and powerpacked with faith, hope, love and action. Don't be afraid to believe that you can have what you want and deserve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The minute you settle for less than you deserve, you get even less than you settle for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111964984349200862?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111964984349200862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=111964984349200862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111964984349200862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111964984349200862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/06/if-you.html' title='If You...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111989945812927830</id><published>2005-06-28T04:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T03:48:07.660+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to the Culture that Raised Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"I was a slave, but you taught me I was free. I was your object, but you swore it was success. You taught me that my purpose in life was to be on display, to attract, and be beautiful for men. You had me believe that my body was created to market your cars. And you raised me to think I was an ugly duckling..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Source: Islamicity.org (click on headline to read the full article)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111989945812927830?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.islamicity.com/articles/Articles.asp?ref=IC0506-2723' title='A Letter to the Culture that Raised Me'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111989945812927830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=111989945812927830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111989945812927830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111989945812927830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/06/letter-to-culture-that-raised-me.html' title='A Letter to the Culture that Raised Me'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111984085381762740</id><published>2005-06-27T12:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T20:37:01.116+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessive–Compulsive Disorder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;It has been noted by some of the counselors from our Cyber Counselor service that there seems to be a growing number of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) cases surfacing amongst the Muslim communities around the world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Source: Islamonline.net (click on headline to read the full article)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111984085381762740?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.islam-online.net/English/family/2005/06/article08.shtml' title='Obsessive–Compulsive Disorder'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111984085381762740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=111984085381762740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111984085381762740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111984085381762740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/06/obsessivecompulsive-disorder.html' title='Obsessive–Compulsive Disorder'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111982643564510860</id><published>2005-06-27T07:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T02:01:55.156+03:00</updated><title type='text'>FriEnD aLpHaBeTs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 422px; HEIGHT: 910px" height="910" src="http://www.geocities.com/fazly1983/fralphabet.gif" width="597" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111982643564510860?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111982643564510860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=111982643564510860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111982643564510860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111982643564510860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/06/friend-alphabets.html' title='FriEnD aLpHaBeTs...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111976324406031458</id><published>2005-06-26T14:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T06:05:22.353+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Compare!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;We live in a pathologically dissatisfied world. And I'm going to tell you why - because we love to compare. Go around the world and discover that people aren't happy with their bodies. Filipinos and Indians want to be fair complexioned like Westerners and so buy skin bleaching products. Most Indians grade other Indians' beauty according to skin colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Westerners want to own bronzed bodies like ours and so purchase tanning lotions.Those with moles have them removed, while those who don't strategically implant beauty spots. Some people want to shed a few pounds to look like Ally McBeal, while others want to gain some baby fat to look like Drew Barrymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;When are we ever going to stop and simply be happy with how we look? We live in a sickworld, I tell you. And that sickness is comparison it is. Take a look at wealth. When we drive our old Honda, it really suits us fine. We feel blessed in fact when the rainpours outside and we feel snug and cozy on its faded upholstered seats. But the moment we see our own office mate(or neighbour, or buddy, or cousin, or brother) drive his sleek sky-blue, four-door, four-wheel-drive Mercedez, we automatically feel like third-class citizen. Next time we drive our bumpy, noisy, rusted, dilapidated Honda, (notice how all the defects come out all of a sudden?), we feel deprived, dispossessed, pariah, debased and only a little higher than the insects of the earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Read carefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Bill Gates total assets are worth $60billion. That's more than the GNP of some small countries. Tiger Woods earns $8 million simply by smiling on TV in a Nike shirt. And the stars of the sitcom Friends are paid $750,000 per episode!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;My point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;No matter how hard you work, there'll still be some people who will be richer than you are. And there'll be some people who will be more beautiful, have more friends and have more problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Try it for once. Stop looking around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Don't compare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Don't compare her nose with your nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Don't compare his friend with your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Don't compare his salary with your salary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Don't compare her kids report card with your kids report card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Don't compare his prayer group with your prayer group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;For crying out loud, Stop comparing and Start living! And you'll be happier with your life, I guarantee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;This is crucial:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The most difficult thing in the world is to be who you are not. Pretending and trying to be someone else is the official pastime of the human race. (I don't think dogs and cats and cows and horses have this problem.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;And the easiest thing in the world is to be yourself. Be happy. Live! There must be a reason why God made you tall or short or fat or thin or bumpy all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Love who you are! Be happy, it's not that difficult!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;~Anonymous~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111976324406031458?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111976324406031458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=111976324406031458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111976324406031458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111976324406031458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/06/dont-compare.html' title='Don&apos;t Compare!'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111965041880068029</id><published>2005-06-25T06:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T06:05:54.543+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Duck...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;A beautiful message that proves a loving point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods. He practiced in the woods, but he could never hit the target. Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner. As he was walking back he saw Grandma's pet duck. Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head, and killed it. He was shocked and grieved. In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile, only to see his sister watching! Sally had seen it all,but she said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch the next day Grandma said, "Sally, let's wash the dishes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;But Sally said, Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Then she whispered to him, "Remember the duck?" So Johnny did the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Grandma said, "I'm sorry, but I need Sally to help make supper."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Sally just smiled and said, "Well that's all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;She whispered again, "Remember the duck?" So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several days of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally's he finally couldn't stand it any longer. He came to Grandma and confessed the he had killed the duck. Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug, and said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;"Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing. But because I love you, I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Sally make a slave of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day and every day thereafter: Whatever is in your past, whatever you havedone, the devil keeps throwing it up in your face (lying, debt, fear, hatred, anger, unforgiveness, bitterness, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, you need to know that God was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing, He has seen your whole life. He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven. He's just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave of you. The great thing about God is that when you ask for forgiveness, He not only forgives you, but He forgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and make the difference in someone's life today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111965041880068029?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111965041880068029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=111965041880068029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111965041880068029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111965041880068029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/06/duck.html' title='A Duck...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111951845406406428</id><published>2005-06-24T20:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T06:06:22.786+03:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Be The Best In Everything...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Khalid Ibn El-Waleed narrated the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;A Bedouin came one day to the Prophet (pbuh) and said to him, "O, Messenger of Allah! I've come to ask you a few questions about the affairs of this life and the Hereafter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ask what you wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'd like to be the most of learned of men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fear Allah, and you will be the most learned of men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'd like to be the richest man in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Be contented, and you will be the richest man in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'd like to be the most of just men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Desire for others what you desire for yourself, and you will be the most just of men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I want to be the best of men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do good to others and you will be the best of men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I wish to be the most favoured by Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Engage much in Allah's praise, and you will be favoured by Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I would like to complete my faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you have good manners you will complete your faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I wish to be among those who do good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Adore Allah as if you see Him, for surely He sees you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I wish to be obedient to Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If observe Allah's commands you will be obedient to Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'd like to be free from all sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bathe your body from impurities and you will be free from all sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'd like to be raised in the day of judgment in the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Don't wrong yourself or any other creature, and you will be raised on the day of Judgment in the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'd like Allah to bestow His Mercy on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you have mercy on yourself and on others Allah will bestow His Mercy on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'd like my sins to be very few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you seek forgiveness from Allah as much as you can, your sins will be very few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'd like to be the most honourable man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you do not complain to any fellow creature, you will be the most honoured of men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'd like to be the strongest of men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you put your trust in Allah, you will be the strongest of men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'd like for Allah to enlarge my provision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you keep yourself pure, Allah will enlarge your provision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'd like to be loved by Allah and His Messenger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you love what Allah and His messenger love, you will be among their beloved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I wish to be safe from Allah's wrath on the day of Judgment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you do not lose your temper with any of your fellow creatures you will be safe from the wrath of Allah on the day of judgment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'd like my prayers to be responded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you avoid forbidden actions your prayers will be responded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'd like Allah not to disgrace me on the Day of Judgment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you guard your chastity Allah will not disgrace you on the Day of Judgment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'd like Allah to protect me with a covering protection on the Day of Judgment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do not uncover your fellow creatures faults, and Allah will provide you with a covering on the Day of Judgment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;What will save me from sins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tears, humility and illness will save you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;What are the best deeds in the eyes of Allah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gentle manners, modesty, and patience in adversity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;What are the worst evils in the eyes of Allah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hot temper and Miserliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;What extinguishes hell's fire on the Day of Judgment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Patience in adversity and misfortunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;What assuages the wrath of Allah in this life and the hereafter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Concealed charity and kindness to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111951845406406428?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111951845406406428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=111951845406406428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111951845406406428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111951845406406428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-to-be-best-in-everything.html' title='How To Be The Best In Everything...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111909188426763078</id><published>2005-06-21T19:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T06:06:50.803+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Children Learn What They Live...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If children live with hostility, they learn to fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If children live with pity, they learn to feel sorry for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If children live with jealousy, they learn to feel envy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If children live with tolerance, they learn patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If children live with praise, they learn appreciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If children live with acceptance, they learn to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If children live with recognition, they learn it is good to have a goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If children live with sharing, they learn generosity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If children live with honesty, they learn truthfulness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If children live with fairness, they learn justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If children live with kindness and consideration, they learn respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves and in others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;If children live with friendliness, they learn the world is a nice place in which to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;~Dorothy Law Notle~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111909188426763078?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111909188426763078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=111909188426763078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111909188426763078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111909188426763078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/06/children-learn-what-they-live.html' title='Children Learn What They Live...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111911812191171697</id><published>2005-06-20T05:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T23:10:01.840+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe In Yourself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/fazly1983/singa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Believe in yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/fazly1983/dogs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Be brave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/fazly1983/afraid.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;...but it's ok to be afraid sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/fazly1983/creative.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Express yourself creatively!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111911812191171697?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111911812191171697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=111911812191171697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111911812191171697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111911812191171697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/06/believe-in-yourself.html' title='Believe In Yourself...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111905477556337868</id><published>2005-06-18T23:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T06:07:18.906+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Eye Exam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;This will blow your mind...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do it -- don't cheat!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this its actually quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't cheat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count the number of F's in the following text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINISHED FILES ARE THE&lt;br /&gt;RESULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTIFIC&lt;br /&gt;STUDY COMBINED WITH THE&lt;br /&gt;EXPERIENCE OF YEARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down only after you have counted them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong, there are six -- no joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINISHED FILES ARE THE&lt;br /&gt;RESULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTIFIC&lt;br /&gt;STUDY COMBINED WITH THE&lt;br /&gt;EXPERIENCE OF YEARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasoning is further down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brain cannot process the word "OF".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredible or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who counts all six F's on the first go is a genius&lt;br /&gt;Three is normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111905477556337868?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111900988157247890</id><published>2005-06-17T14:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T06:08:00.830+03:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;What if, Allah couldn't take the time to bless us today&lt;br /&gt;because we couldn't take the time to thank Him yesterday? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;What if Allah decided to stop leading us tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;because we didn't follow Him today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;What if, we never saw another flower bloom&lt;br /&gt;because we grumbled when Allah sent the Rain? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;What if Allah didn't walk with us today&lt;br /&gt;because we failed to recognise it as His day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;What if, Allah took away the Quran tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;because we would not read it today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;What if, Allah took away His message&lt;br /&gt;because we failed to listen to the messenger? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;What if, the door of the Mosque was closed&lt;br /&gt;because we did not open the door of our heart? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;What if, Allah stopped loving and caring for us&lt;br /&gt;because we failed to love and care for others? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;What if, Allah would not hear us today&lt;br /&gt;because we would not listen to Him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;What if, Allah answered our prayers&lt;br /&gt;the way we answer His calls... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;What if, Allah met our needs&lt;br /&gt;the way we give Him our lives???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111900988157247890?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111900988157247890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=111900988157247890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111900988157247890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111900988157247890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-if.html' title='What If...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111899955222972362</id><published>2005-06-17T12:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T06:08:27.046+03:00</updated><title type='text'>An E-mail From God...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O servants of God&lt;br /&gt;Young Muslims of today&lt;br /&gt;You wait impatiently everyday&lt;br /&gt;For e- mail messages of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You log on several times a day&lt;br /&gt;It makes you feel good&lt;br /&gt;When you hear" you got mail"&lt;br /&gt;You cannot wait to read it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some messages are good&lt;br /&gt;From your friends and relatives&lt;br /&gt;But most are plain junk&lt;br /&gt;That waste your time&lt;br /&gt;You delete them fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know 1400 years ago&lt;br /&gt;God sent you a long e-mail&lt;br /&gt;Through Angel Gabriel of course&lt;br /&gt;Revealed upon the holy Prophet(p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you open that e-mail?&lt;br /&gt;Subj: Quran: the guide&lt;br /&gt;Did you down load that file?&lt;br /&gt;And book marked in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had you opened that e-mail&lt;br /&gt;You had read in it all&lt;br /&gt;The stories of the prophets sent&lt;br /&gt;The stories of nations destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are warning to the mankind&lt;br /&gt;And guidance for your daily life&lt;br /&gt;Good news and hope for the future&lt;br /&gt;To bring you closer to God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, every morning when you wake up&lt;br /&gt;Read this e-mail first&lt;br /&gt;Saved in Quran, al- Furqan&lt;br /&gt;Memorize and act upon&lt;br /&gt;Dear young Muslims&lt;br /&gt;The future of Islam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;~Shahid Athar, M.D~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111899955222972362?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111899955222972362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=111899955222972362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111899955222972362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111899955222972362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/06/e-mail-from-god.html' title='An E-mail From God...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111895601948819298</id><published>2005-06-17T00:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T00:10:10.796+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 431px; HEIGHT: 286px" height="286" src="http://www.geocities.com/fazly1983/office1.jpg" width="443" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/fazly1983/office2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111895601948819298?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111895601948819298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=111895601948819298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111895601948819298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111895601948819298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/06/office.html' title='Office'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111889864948594027</id><published>2005-06-16T08:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T06:08:56.350+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Allah Knows Best...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Allah knows whats best for us,&lt;br /&gt;So, why should we complain?&lt;br /&gt;We always want the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;But He knows there must be rain,&lt;br /&gt;We always want laughter,&lt;br /&gt;And the merriment of cheer,&lt;br /&gt;But our hearts lose their tenderness,&lt;br /&gt;If we never shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah test us often with suffering and with sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;He test us not to punish,&lt;br /&gt;But to help us meet tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;For growing trees is strengthened,&lt;br /&gt;If they withstand the storm and the sharp cut of the chisel,&lt;br /&gt;Give the marble grace and form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah test us often,&lt;br /&gt;And for every pain He gives,&lt;br /&gt;Provided were patient,&lt;br /&gt;Is followed by rich gain,&lt;br /&gt;So, whenever we feel thateverything is going wrong,&lt;br /&gt;It is just Allah's way,&lt;br /&gt;To strengthen our spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah clean our heart and souls from impurities and made us worthy recipient of this grace and benevolence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah protect us from decline and favour us with infinite mercy. InshaAllah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111889864948594027?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111889864948594027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=111889864948594027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111889864948594027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111889864948594027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/06/allah-knows-best.html' title='Allah Knows Best...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111878992205608631</id><published>2005-06-15T01:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T09:39:30.236+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Cats...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/fazly1983/laugh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Laugh often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/fazly1983/stranger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Meet new people, even if they look different to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/fazly1983/smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;....&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and close your eyes and smile at least once a day&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111878992205608631?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111878992205608631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=111878992205608631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111878992205608631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111878992205608631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/06/cute-cats.html' title='Cute Cats...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111878713487261616</id><published>2005-06-15T01:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T06:09:26.793+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Asking Again and Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.webkl.net/pic/kekuatan/pic8.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Many times in my life...i came across people who would keep asking me for favours. For the first and second time, i happily gave them what they wanted. However, if they keep on asking, i tried to avoid them so that they don't ask me again. I believe, all humans do the same. Even a mother gets irritated at her child if he keeps on asking for things again n again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the more we ask Allah, the more pleased He gets. Such is Allah, the Most Gracious and The Most Merciful. We should all learn to ask Allah for anything that we need..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111878713487261616?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111878713487261616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=111878713487261616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111878713487261616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111878713487261616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/06/asking-again-and-again.html' title='Asking Again and Again...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111869221027081301</id><published>2005-06-13T22:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T06:10:31.550+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jar, Pebbles and Sand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him. When class began, wordlessly he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks right to the top, rocks about 2" diameter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;He then asked the students if the jar was full? They agreed that it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them in to the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. The students laughed.He asked his students again if the jar was full? They agreed that yes, it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;The professor then picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Of course, the sand filled up everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;"Now," said the professor, "I want you to recognize that this is your life. The rocks are the important things - your family, your partner,your health, your children - anything that is so important to you that if it were lost,you would be nearly destroyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;The pebbles are the other things in life that matter, but on a smaller scale. The pebbles represent things like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else. The small stuff. If you put the sand or the pebbles into the jar first, there is no room for the rocks. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your energy and time on the small stuff, material things, you will never have room for the thingsthat are truly most important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Pay attention to the things that are critical in your life.Play with your children. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Take care of the rocks first - the things that really matter.Set your priorities:The rest is just pebbles and sand 2nd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;* Good Luck!! I hope it works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;* May there always be work for your hands to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;* May your purse always hold a coin or two,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;* May the sun always shine on your windowpane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;* May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;* May the hand of a friend always be near you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;* May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111869221027081301?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111869221027081301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=111869221027081301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111869221027081301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111869221027081301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/06/jar-pebbles-and-sand.html' title='A Jar, Pebbles and Sand...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111867535799745378</id><published>2005-06-13T18:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T06:10:58.583+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Meaningful Dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Once a man saw in his dream, that a lion was chasing him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The man ran to a tree, climbed on to it and sat on a branch. He looked down and saw that the lion was still there waiting for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The man then looked to his side where the branch he was sitting on was attached to the tree and saw that two rats were circling around and eating the branch. One rat was black and the other one was white. The branch would fall on the ground very soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The man then looked below again with fear and discovered that a big black snake had come and settled directly under him. The snake opened its mouth right under the man so that he will fall into it. The man then looked up to see if there was anything that he could hold on to. He saw another branch with a honeycomb. Drops of honey were falling from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The man wanted to taste one of the drops. So, he put his tongue out and tasted one of the fallen drops of honey. The honey was amazing in taste. So, he wanted to taste another drop. As he did, he got lost into the sweetness of the honey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Meanwhile, he forgot about the two rats eating his branch away, the lion on the ground and the snake that is sitting right under him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;After a while, he woke up from his sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;To get the meaning behind this dream, the man went to a pious scholar of Islam. The scholar said, the lion you saw is your death. It always chases you and goes wherever you go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The two rats, one black and one white, are the night and the day. Black one is the night and the white one is the day. They circle around, coming one after another, to eat your time as they take you closer to death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The big black snake with a dark mouth is your grave. It's there, just waiting for you to fall into it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The honeycomb is this world and the sweet honey is the luxuries of this world. We like to taste a drop of the luxuries of this world but it's very sweet. Then we taste another drop and yet another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Meanwhile, we get lost into it and we forget about our time, we forget about our death and we forget about our graves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111867535799745378?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111867535799745378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=111867535799745378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111867535799745378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111867535799745378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/06/meaningful-dream.html' title='A Meaningful Dream...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111865469402047049</id><published>2005-06-13T12:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T17:28:00.593+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"BabySITTING"..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="460" alt="cute" src="http://geocities.com/fazly1983/image001.jpg" width="371" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="336" alt="cute" src="http://geocities.com/fazly1983/image002.jpg" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111865469402047049?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111865469402047049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=111865469402047049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111865469402047049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111865469402047049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/06/babysitting.html' title='&quot;BabySITTING&quot;..'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111851343578784669</id><published>2005-06-11T21:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T06:11:28.066+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Valleys I Grow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Sometimes life seems hard to bear,&lt;br /&gt;Full of sorrow, trouble and woe&lt;br /&gt;It's then I have to remember&lt;br /&gt;That it's in the valleys I grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I always stayed on the mountain top&lt;br /&gt;And never experienced pain,&lt;br /&gt;I would never appreciate Allah's love&lt;br /&gt;And would be living in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to learn&lt;br /&gt;And my growth is very slow,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I need the mountain tops,&lt;br /&gt;But it's in the valleys I grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not always understand&lt;br /&gt;Why things happen as they do,&lt;br /&gt;But I am very sure of one thing.&lt;br /&gt;My Allah will see me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little valleys are nothing&lt;br /&gt;When I picture My bros' &amp;amp; Sis&lt;br /&gt;The valleys of death Which they go through&lt;br /&gt;In Countries such Palestine etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me Allah, for complaining&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling so very low.&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a gentle reminder&lt;br /&gt;That it's in the valleys I grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to strengthen me, Allah&lt;br /&gt;And use my life each day&lt;br /&gt;To share your love with others&lt;br /&gt;And help them find their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for valleys, Allah&lt;br /&gt;For this one thing I know&lt;br /&gt;The mountain tops are glorious&lt;br /&gt;But it's in the valleys I grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER...&lt;br /&gt;The shortest distance between a problem and a solution&lt;br /&gt;is the distance between your knees and the floor.&lt;br /&gt;The one who kneels to the Allah,&lt;br /&gt;can stand up to anything.&lt;br /&gt;Insha'Allah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111851343578784669?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111851343578784669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=111851343578784669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111851343578784669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111851343578784669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-valleys-i-grow.html' title='In The Valleys I Grow...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111850190277362206</id><published>2005-06-11T17:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T06:12:43.596+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Something To Think About</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the rural countryside with the firm purpose of motivating his son to work hard by showing him how poor people can be. The father wanted to prepare his son to take over managing the vast family fortune and estate. They spent a couple of days and nights helping with the daily activities on the farm of a poor family. Sharing meals at night with the family, they learned a little about planning and life on the farm. On their return from their trip, the father asked his son,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How was the trip?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was great, Dad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Yeah" said the son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son answered, "I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us, and they have many friends to protect them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this, the boy's father was speechless. Then his son added, "Thanks dad for showing me how poor we are." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111850190277362206?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111850190277362206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=111850190277362206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111850190277362206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111850190277362206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/06/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something To Think About'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13019347.post-111843998652808486</id><published>2005-06-11T00:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T06:13:08.330+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#6699ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;A friend is like a flower,&lt;br /&gt;a rose to be exact,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe like a brand new gate that never comes unlatched.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is like an owl,&lt;br /&gt;both beautiful and wise.&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,&lt;br /&gt;whose spirit never dies.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is like a heart that goes strong until the end.&lt;br /&gt;Where would we be in this world if we didn't have a friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;:: in remembrance of ALLAH rests the peace of heart ::&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13019347-111843998652808486?l=fazly1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111843998652808486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13019347&amp;postID=111843998652808486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111843998652808486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13019347/posts/default/111843998652808486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fazly1983.blogspot.com/2005/06/friend.html' title='A Friend...'/><author><name>Fuzaily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
