Tuesday, 3 May 2011

The Music & The Dance

You play the music,
A soft soothing one,
Then you take my hand,
and lead me to the dance floor.

The baby steps,
One at a time,
You hold me close,
and teach me to dance.

I love the music,
One of a kind,
That touches deep down,
I heart the dance,
That only we both could comprehend.

We move to the music,
As it plays sweetly on air,
Drifting into our little world,
Enjoying the music and the dance.

she's on cloud nine :)

she sings,
she skips,
she smiles :)

she dances to the music,
from the chirping birds around.
she floats and she fidgets
when he stares into her eyes.
she's lost in the moment
and wishes that time will freeze.

every thing seems so sunny
every thing seems so gay
as she looks at the flowers
in the meadow they gently sway.

and again as she sings, she skips and she smiles,
that's when she knows that she's apparently on cloud nine :)

Saturday, 12 February 2011

and i thank Thee

For the health and the life that I'm living,
For every second of the breath that i'm breathing,
and I thank Thee.

For all the loving, caring and supportive families that i have,
For the ever understanding and wonderful companions to sail through live,
and I thank Thee.

Friday, 11 February 2011

when music does more than soothe the soul

I'm currently listening to the scientist by coldplay. I know it's an old song, yet i love listening to it every time! I can even play and listen to it on repeat. The melody, the lyrics, perfect.

"Nobody said it was easy...no one said it would be this hard"


It just brings back memories, of life, of love.

Thursday, 10 February 2011

Last words

I feel like sharing this email with you, dearest readers. Yeah, as they say, sharing is caring :)

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Last words of Prophet Mohammed Nabi Karim S.A.W.....


Suddenly, there was a person, he said salaam.

'May I come in?' he asked.

But Fatimah did not allow him enter the room.

'I'm sorry, my father is ill,' said Fatimah, turned her body back and closed the door.

She went back to her father who had opened his eyes and asked Fatimah, 'Who was he, my daughter?'

'I don't know, my father. It was the first time for me to see
him, 'Fatimah said gently.

Then, Rasulullah looked at his daughter with trembled look, as if he wanted to reminisce about every part of her daughter's face..

'Know one thing! He is who erases the temporary pleasure; he is who separates the companionship in the world.

He is the death angel,' said Rasulullah.

Fatimah bore the bomb of her cry. The death angel came toward him; But Rasulullah asked why Jibril did not come along with him. Then, Jibril was called. Jibril was ready in the sky to welcome the soul of Habibullah and the leader of the earth.

'O Jibril, explain me about my rights in front of ALLAH?' Rasulullah asked with a weakest voice.

'The doors of sky have opened; the angels are waiting for your soul.'

'All jannats open widely waiting for you,' Jibril said.

But, in fact, all this did not make Rasulullah relieved, his eyes were still full of worry..

'You are not happy to hear this news?' asked Jibril.

'Tell me about the destiny of my people in future?'

'Don't worry, O Rasul ALLAH. I heard ALLAH tell me: 'I make jannat haram for everyone, except the people of Muhammad who are inside it, 'Jibril said.

It became closer and closer, the time for Malaekat Izrail to do his work.

Slowly, Rasulullah's soul was pulled. It was seemed that the body of Rasulullah was full of sweat; the nerves of his neck became tight.

'Jibril, how painful this sakaratul maut is!'

Rasulullah uttered a groan slowly. Fatimah closed her eyes, Ali sat beside her bowed deeply and Jibril turned his face back.

'Am I repugnant to you that you turn your face back o Jibril? 'Rasulullah asked the Deliverer of Wahy.

'Who is the one who could see the Habibullah in his condition ofsakaratul maut,' Jibril said.

Not for a while, Rasulullah uttered a groan because of unbearable pain.

'O ALLAH, how great is this sakaratul maut. Give me all these pains; don't give it to my people.'

The body of Rasulullah became cold, his feet and chest did not move anymore.....

His lips vibrated as if he wanted to say something, Ali took his ear close to Rasulullah.

'Uushiikum bis shalati, wa maa malakat aimanuku - take care of the saalat and take care the weak people among you.'

Outside the room, there were cries shouted each other, sahabah held each other. Fatimah closed her face with her hands and, again, Ali took his ear close to Rasulullah's mouth which became bluish.

'Ummatii, ummatii, ummatii?' - 'My people, my people, my people. 'And the life of the noble man ended.

Could we love each other like him? Allahumma sholli 'ala Muhammad wa baarikwa salim 'alaihi. How deep is Rasulullah's love to us.

Note:
Send this to all your Muslim friends so that there is an awareness towards the love of ALLAH and His Rasul - because - truly – except this love, the other loves, are only fana (not everlasting) thing.

Lets exhibit this love with others and make a non Muslim become a lover of Islam and Muslim.

Ameen......
Don't worry if people hate you because there are many others who love and care you in the earth. But be worried if ALLAH hates you because there is no other who loves and cares you in akhirat.

May Almighty Allah guide all of us to the Right Path and give all of us the courage to accept the Truth in the light of Qur'an and Sunnah and to reject all things which are in contradiction to the Holy Qur'an and Sunnah.
(Ameen!)