MY MOTHER

This poem is dedecated to my mother Nur Azyan Ismail.

My mother is like the sunshine for me,

She makes me feel happy whenever she is around.

I would like to eat her yummy food all the time,

Whenever she scolds me I know she still loves me.

My mother is like the sunshine for me,

She gives me advice that I would never forget.

Whenever I remember her giving birth to me,

I try to feel the pain.

And she will always be in my heart forever and ever,

I would always give my love to her.

I would do anything to make my mother happy.

Now what would you do to make your mother happy?

Save Gaza and Palestine

Look at all our brothers and sisters suffering. One day ISLAM will get our victory back. How the Israelies kill and destroy Gaza and the rest of Palestine! Just feel their hurt - the cries of the babies, the screams of pain .... How children are separated from their families .... I would like to take this opportunity to remind everyone, myself included, that eventhough these events are happening so far away, we must never forget them. Because we are brothers and sisters in Islam! We should help as much as we can - some of us are brave and have gone on the ships to send aid to Gaza, some of us have given lots of money and some have written about it. (if you have the opportunity, please read 'This Time We Went Too Far: Truth & Consequences of the Gaza Invasion' by Norman G. Finkelstein). If you are unable to do any of the above, please raise your hands in prayer and pray to Allah The Compassionate, to help our brothers and sisters. Another thing you can do, is tell your parents that you do not want to support the Americans. So, try to stop buying American goods - this means McDonald's, Burger King, KFC, Apple Computer *sob sob - I won't be getting my i-pod ... at least until the Israelis stop barricading Gaza. My family and I have decided to boycott American products - this is our way of showing support for our brothers and sisters in Palestine.

The little spider

The little spider spins her home
A soft and silky bed!
So do not raise your hand to harm
Her gentle silver web!
Busy night and day she weaves
Spinning threads of beauty
She is Allah's little creature
Carrying out her duty.

Moon and the Sun

Silvery moon!
I see your face
High in the sky
That is your place
Quietly you appear
When it is night
There I see you
When tucked up tight!
Allah has made you
You are His moon
But you will be hidden
From our eyes quite soon
That will be when
The daytime has come
When Allah reveals
The light of the sun

REFLECTIONS OF MY BELOVED PROPHET

My role model, my revered prophet

The light of God’s eye

It is by mimicking your actions that

I strive to live and die

O Prophet, my beloved prophet
The Seal of all who came before you
Your kindness, love and compassion
Cannot ever be surpassed nor eschewed

One of the greatest gifts we have been granted is the ability to read, to learn and to follow the Words of guidence sent down to us by Allah, the Lord of the Universe. By understanding His words and message, we are then able to acquire Faith and knowledge of the unseen and to, thereby, understand the original purpose of our existence: to know and worship the One and only God of all Creation.

SAVE GAZA,

SAVE THE PLANET,

SAVE THE WORLD,


THE WORLD IS OUR HOME