Poem: Like moth to flame

The flag stands firm, before you O Hussain, 

It protects you from every harm and every pain, 

It stands firm and protects you O Hussain, 

For with loyalty we flock to you O Hussain. 

Like moth to flame, we flock to you O Hussain.

I look and weep for your tragedy is great, 

The others look at us with contempt and hate, 

They attack us and tell us Hell is your fate, 

We smile back and say, is not Ali standing on Heavens gate?

Like moth to flame, we flock to you O Hussain, 

When you were outnumbered and left alone, 

You wavered not, nor did you falter, 

For Allah's religion, everything you gave, 

I sit here and weep for O Hussain, my master Husain. 

Like moth to flame, we flock to you O Hussain, 

Fourteen Hundred years after your day, 

I sit and weep, people wondering if I am insane, 

I look at your day and wonder, 

Why on your day there is no thunder, 

Knowing the skies weep and heaven rents asunder, 

Like  moth to flame, we flock to you O Hussain

We bring our children to you Hussain, 

Hoping they can serve your Mehdi in every way, 

For the battle began with You in Kerbala, 

but injustice will end with him, 

When he come to us, like the sunlight ray, 

Like moth to flame, we flock to you O Hussain

Bless us to continue serving you O Hussain, 

For Zahra prays for the one who serves you Hussain. 

Like moth to flame, we flock to you O Hussain.

For because of you, the earth receives rain, 

And all goodness does the earth retain, 

For the sacrifice you gave for Islam, 

The world echoes Allah's name. 

Like moth to flame, we flock to you O Hussain

Poem: Giving to Hussain

Give your life to Hussain, 

He'll see that you have no pain,  

A tear can cause a big change,

For with Hussain Allah says,

'For the one who gave everything in my name, 

Is it not fair that I do the same?' 

                  

Thus,  give your years and tears to Hussain, 

There is a guarantee it won't go in vain,

On the day of Mehshar at the mizan, 

You'll be tired but you'll be told ,

Enter heaven through Rizwan.

Because for him, everything you sold!

You are never alone

Ever wondered what makes me me? What makes her her and him him?

Ever wondered if we are all unique, why it is so difficult to find what makes me me?

Ever wondered if we are all unique, why do we have so many similarities? We have similar motivations, dreams, desires and drawbacks in life that pull us down?

A month ago, I attended a self-help empowerment seminar in Dar Es Salaam. During the course of the  event, we were all given a plank of wood. We were told to write down 3 things that we think are hindering our progress/growth. Something or even someone, who is chaining our ankles. There were more than 80 people in that room. And guess what? Everyone could write down 3 things that are hindering them. Some people, wrote in code/sign and others in a different language. However, evetone had minimum 1 drawback.

The weird thing was that a lot of people had similar drawbacks. Some wrote that their finances were a set back, some didn't have enough time to accomplish their goals, some mentioned that their family was not supportive and some mentioned that they themselves were hindering their progress.

So if you look around, we actually are more similar than we think. We all face similar challenges and similar dry runs.

If you ever despair and think you are alone in your trials or tribulations, fear not. There are many people before you who have gone through similar situations and remember, 'this too shall pass.'

Be blessed!

How much do we actually need? Kibaha experiences!

Approximately 2 months back, I went to an orphanage in Kibaha, just outside Dar Es Salaam, Tanzania.

It was a two week summer camp in which we had islamic lessons in the mornings and we volunteered in the evening and sometimes at nights.

We also went to see the nearby homes and orphan shelter. We went to one orphan shelter that was really heart breaking. In one room, there were several children - more than 10 sleeping; but according to people, that is 'normal,' but there was another thing that was even more heartbreaking - these children had no pillows to sleep on!! Isn't is sad how some of us live the most luxurious life and just two hours away from us there is someone who does not even have a pillow to sleep on?

This brings me to the main reason of this article, how much do we really need in life? I am talking about material possessions; how many pairs of clothes, shoes, cars, handbags do we 'need.' I am first talking to myself before I tell anyone else. This article is the realisation I had in Kibaha.

I brought with me 2 pairs of shoes, 4 pairs of clothes, 5 scarves, 3 chaadhars, some toiletries and medicines, and my gadgets. I didn't take alot as I thought that it was near home. Incase I need something, It can either be sent to me or I can go pick it up..

The surprising thing was that I didn't need anything else. That was enough for me! I looked presentable daily with only so little! Realization upon realization dawned...

How much do you think you actually need?

QArabic Prophet Abraham L6 P3

Salaaam..

Hope you all are good and enjoying Eid! 

I was having a creative-mind mapping-block, and finally I got through it after months!! It feels great to get over that slump and finish one more QArabic Mind map! 

The words covered in this lesson are: Remember, We took, He chose, Upright, He was not, Truthful, Faith, She was, He named, and Nearest. Find the mindmap below:

QArabic L6 P3

Have a good day! 

Eid Greetings Video!!

Here's wishing all of you a Joyous and Prosperous Eid!! 

Enjoy the Biriyani!! 

Poem: A month ago..

A month ago we received a guest, 

It came knocking at our door, 

10 days earlier than last year.

It brought with it countless blessings, mercy and love.

My days are numbered it said.

Lets have the best month we've ever had.

A  month passes and I  neglect the guest,

It turns around to leave as I realise my mistake, 

I look at the guest leaving with tears, 

Hoping that if life allows, 

We meet again Next year!  

Poem: 19th Night Moon...

I look up to see the moon, 

blazing with light, 

tonight is the night, 

it witnessed a tragedy, 

1400 years ago.

The moon laments, 

with its brilliant light, 

tomorrow, the ill-fated day, 

Where Ali shall be stuck,

And Zainab shall weep, 

All before tomorrow, twelve noon.

I am sure the moon crisply remembers, 

The commader of the faithful, 

Going to the masjid to Pray to his Lord, 

And always the first to follow God's rule,

The moon is thankful for the clouds, 

For it shall not see, 

The daughters of Zahra,

 weeping and lamenting, 

The moon shines bright again tonight, 

Trying to show the world with its little light, 

What it sees, from far above,

He sees my master shedding tears tonight, 

by remembering the oppression on his kinfolk, 

And praying for his Reappearance, 

so he can undo the wrongs

and establish on this Earty justice and equity! 

That is the hope of the believer, 

And good news for the one who hears!