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Bismillah.

Good day everyone!

I’ve heard many times that life is unfair. Affluent people enjoy life’s goodness and treasures while paupers suffer every hour of their days. I say, you must read the next paragraph.

Once, a girl was walking her way home under the very warm sun. While taking her steps slowly and carefully she thought of how abasing the situations in her life have been. Her family’s income has lowered into half. Now she is unable to enjoy quality education, ideal meals, educational travels, more decent clothes, excessive allowance, outdoor bonding with the family, and other things ample money can buy. Her life has tremendously changed. The heart within her is longing for an answer as to why she needs to undergo such deplorable change when a familiar junk-collecting man passed by her. She saw this man heartily smiling well because he has filled his sack with glass bottles he collected from many doors. She remembers eating chicken with vegetables and fruits when this man barely ingests any. She is reminded of those times her father has made her a cup of milk while her mother prepares for her sandwiches. This man, walking towards her, is the same man who knocks every single day to her and her neighbor’s door asking for used glass bottles to acquire income.  This is the same man who is forced to finance the vices of his father and mother after getting reprimanded for refusing. This struck the girl well. She must be a madwoman for thinking that life has been unfair to her. She then realized that the state she is in actually rendered her strength and appreciation of the little things she used to disregard. The beauty of life is not measured by the things we have but can be appreciated through the things we lost or do not have. Life is most beautiful in its simplest just like how a lady and lad can be lovable without make-up.

Readers, we might have been blessed with quite a lot but just to keep our Muslim feet on the ground, there’s so much more on Earth than what we possess meaning we do not own 99.999999999999999% of Earth more so the universe. And that the rich is blessed so they may help the poor while the poor exists so the rich may maintain their genuine kindness, humility, and good heartedness. Of course there are more reasons as to why the wealthy and the not so moneyed exist. The bottom line is that the humanity is created to praise The One True God and to have faith on God because through Him and His name do hearts find peace despite the trials of the life and the grave. Wa la hawla wa la quwatta illabillah.

Puppy power

As-salamu alaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu!

Oh hi!

So this post is dedicated to the memory of our dogs. I feel bad for making this sound as if they’re dead. They’re not. It’s just that if in case they’ll souls may find peace, I’ll have an unfading and remindful memory of them. 

We have three dogs, four puppies, and seven of them are totally cute. I must’ve named them cute, Awesome, Wonderful, Kawaii, Delightful, Charming, and Amazing but no. I didn’t have the chance. Their names are Boughart, Jims, Pungge (small tailed), King, Fighter, Prince, and Princess. Awesome names still. Boughart is the fiercest we’ve got. Jims is like the sweetest dog. He loves resting his head on my foot even when I cross leg. Not only my foot but others as well. He even rests the cuteness of his face on my lap.  Pungge is a mother of four. She’s a mother, need I say more? The roles of mothers are noble.  I can’t relate to her a word other than noble (but not human-noble of course). King, Fighter, Prince, and Princess are warriors at heart. They are knights against each other. They always fight swallow-like the head of one another. My parents call this cuddling and I can’t understand how on Earth

 does putting your kin’s head inside your mouth called cuddling. Well, I guess dogs have an entirely different dictionary. That’s all about them.

Speaking of dictionary, I recently looked the word “dog”. Nothing interesting, I thought.

I clicked on this tab “types of dog” and there I found Belgian Griffon, Great Pyreness, Newfoundland, and other more I have read for the first time.

Much to my surprise I saw…

And I was like

m y    f  a  v  o  r  i  t  e

. . .

The single ladies (and gentlemen)

Everyone has experienced this state of being single

but there is a bunch of reasons to why they (we) remain so.

1.       Juvenility

Youthfulness has been blamed many a times

 for making us ineligible to comprehend matters of the adults.  

OH BOY.

Youth is also the reason for many of our restrictions. 

OH BOY.

2.       7 B’s aka Books Before Boys cos Boys Bring Babies

Lol. Please imagine an “Ana” instead of a “Harry” in the picture.

I was too tired. o_O

OH BOY.

3. Lack of self-esteem

Sometimes it ain’t the shortcomings of how we look.

Often, how we carry our selves matter more.

We often see beautiful girls date a so-and-so looking guy.

Some of us might say

“Oh she’s gotten nuts”

Or “Yea he might be filthy rich”.

But those aren’t the case sometimes.

Or most of the times.

The truth is he carries himself so well that he makes her feel good about herself.

No one wants to date a negative-vibed person anyway, right?

 No? What, you don’t think so?

You just flattered a heart by disagreeing.

Well, enjoy you disagreeing people.

Vc”,

OH BOY.

4. Self-conceitedness

As much as there are people who lack confidence, there are those who overflow of it.

He’s all that or she’s all that.

He and she is too good for you.

Actaually, this is not a healthy attitude.

Love should have no standards.

That’s because love is not selfish.

We should be ready to love others as we love our self.

I think. :o)

5. Afraid heart

There are people who are afraid of getting themselves hurt

And having their hearts broken.

Love for them is:

Scaaryyyy.

6. Focus

Some people are too focused on what they do

that they find no time for love.

7. Reservedness

The roots of this is religion.

They want to settle with the person God fated for them.

These people do their best to stay true to their religion

So they may please God.

La ilaha ill Allah!

8. The need for time

Some people loved, broke their hearts, and needed time to recover and reflect.

9. Wordly desire

This encompasses peer pressure, the want to be cool, the need for attention, the want to belong, etc.

Just like this:

End of list :o)

It's funny what airplanes can do to me.

It’s about a minute ago when I heard an airplane pass by.

I can hardly contain my thoughts. I sense memory overload. Several memories have flashed back. Few belong to the past and the majority, the product of my creative thinking. Me in Saudi Arabia and the airports of Kuwait and Thailand are tinges from the past. Me garbed lavishly alighting from a US and UK taxi respectively are thoughts woven by my limitless imagination. I can’t help to wonder if many people think like I do. Or should I question do they “over” think like I do. I think a lot. It encompasses reflections, observations, reveries, and nevertheless, dreams of impossibilities. I would like to call such dreams as inconceivable because I think they are the least to happen on me.



Love, wealth, fame—I am one of those who revere of these.

On second thought they aren’t really vital and I can do away without them. On third thought they won’t be so bad to acquire. For the fourth time I thought, but they are a world away from me and then I am reminded of the word impossible (through the will of God though, everything is possible). Believe it or not, I do have fifth thoughts--Oh why can’t they be--be mine asap. Oh sure I over think. I hate over thinking. At times, I don’t. Seldom, I am just so undecided on what to do. Then I hear another plane pass by. An airplane just drove my mind crazy, I thought. It’s funny how a plane can blow my brains off, I thought again. I remember my airport experiences, oh sweet moments. So precious, I thought. Again. Oh no. I do over think.

Was a Christian, am a Muslim

Hi readers! This blog is about the disparity between my antecedent life as a Christian and the life I have now as a servant of Allah Subhana wa ta’aAllah.

My parents used to be faithful and religious Roman Catholics. Working overseas in the Middle East impeded their growth as Catholics. They found no church or whatever way to get closer to Jesus Christ (peace be upon Him) the Roman Catholic way. Instead, they were invited to fellowships by Born-again Christians. There, they became better people; improved their faith; and had someone to hold on to and introduce to us as God. Yes, I grew up in the conservative community of BA Christians. How is it like to be a BA Christian?

Christianity taught me this:

1.       Jesus Christ PBUH is God.

2.       Obey the 10 commandments.

3.       Levy 10% of your income to the church.

4.       Attend the church.

5.       Be sociable and really cordial.

6.       Always say “praise God!” when appropriate.

7.       God is good all the time. All the time God is good.

8.       Pray before eating.

9.       Initiate to lead the prayer if I may.

10.   Be active!

11.   Be generous.

12.   Be sociable.

13.   Learn to play musical instruments esp for fellowships.

14.   The teachings of the bible.

15.   John 3:16 – For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten son that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have an everlasting life.

So this is the Top 15. These are the foremost matters I can recall. By the way, “be sociable” was showcased twice because I find it a premier quality. As a Christian we went to bible studies twice or thrice a week and being non-sociable is a no-no. BA Christians do not ask that as pre-requisite but common sense, in an area surrounded by people there is no room for being a morose. Right?  Now let me modify these 15 points to showcase that Christianity and Islam has few similarities. :o)

The similarities are indeed very few.

I would like to tell you that Islam is a very specific religion. Well, it is more detailed than Christianity. Others may find it a very demanding religion but once you learn it by heart it will be piece of cake to comply. Actually, I find Islam’s elaborateness an advantage. It provides the most vivid guidelines thus saving its readers from ignorance. You know how people justify themselves with “Oh I did not know it is prohibited” or “I don’t think I am doing illicit, might as well carry on. If I am mistaken, well I did not know.” Also the Quran states what punishment is tantamount to a certain sin. For example: Backbiting your brother or revealing to people negative things about him which he intends to conceal is like eating from his flesh. Readers, the punishment is not harsh. The sin is! If you may find the sentence cruel, understand that Islam does not aim to punish ruthlessly. It bestows that kind of penalty to make one understand how terrible it is to sin. If your mom tells you the cake in front of you is poisoned would you care to eat it to test if it really is deadly? Of course not. Like your mom in the example, Islam aims to sustain your life to the extent of the hereafter. Islam reveals which is forbidden and which is ideal; what punishment is tantamount to a certain sin and what reward is equal to a good deed. Do you know that reciting a mere verse from the Quran can multiply your good deeds to at least 10 and to as much as… basically, more of that? Islam is indeed reasonable, no doubt.

These are snippets of my learnings from Islam: Masha’Allah (praise God)

1.       La ilaha ill Allah Muhamadar rasooloo Allah – There is no God but Allah and Muhammad is His prophet.

Among the verses in Islam this is the most liked by Allah Subhana wa ta a’Allah. :o)

2.       Saying “Subhan Allah wa bihamdhi” 100 times has a reward of making you sinless for one day. Masha’Allah! This is how generous Allah is.  :o)

3.       Allah SWT has 99 names. Yes, one God with 99 names from 99 of His qualities. Allah Subhana wa ta’a Allah is indeed the All-Knower, Most merciful, Most generous and 96 more. :o)

4.       The Angels are incapable of committing sins. It is nice to be an angel but Allah knows best why we are humans.

5.       The foremost major sin in Islam is to associate partners with Allah SWT. That is praising deity/ies other than Him; slaughtering an animal while uttering other than His name; and saying for example, I was saved because of Allah and His Messenger. Allah alone does what He wishes. If Allah designates, only Him deserves our praise.

6.       Children, honor and obey your mother. After her your mother. Then your mother after.  After her your mother. Then your mother after.  After her your mother. Then your mother after.  Then your father. Mothers are well respected in Islam. Being unjust to your mother is the second major sin in Islam.

7.       Remain tidy. Bad odour and untidiness pushes our angels away.

8.       Love your neighbor.

9.       Recompense evil with a greater good.

10.   Women, reserve yourselves for your husbands. Do not fornicate.

These are only some of Islam’s teachings. I personally find Islam tranquil and soothing. I have been into a couple of religion and I am glad to finally be a Muslim. It is with Allah that I have found genuine peace. Being a Christian is good but being a Muslim is the best. Islam and its intricate teachings are continuously rectifying my soul. They say no change happens over night. I negate because every time I read Islamic books, I feel renewed and better right away. That is how fast Allah responds. I have prayed many times to Jesus Christ (peace be upon him) before but praying to Allah SWT is way different and brings the most difference. All praises are due to only Allah. :o)

My peculiar dream

Hi everyone! So the next paragraphs pertain to a dream I had one afternoon dated August 10, 2011. I shall say this is the most unusual dream I had. It is very creative and almost impossible. Just ALMOST. I always keep in mind that through God, everything is possible. Oh, my reverie contains scenes with religion matters by the way. I cannot comprehend why but it happened so hehe I included it here. Before you read this, please be more understanding if you may. Some points are unclear but they are not impossible to understand. I wrote this right after I woke up and I was groggy. For me, awaking after an intricate dream is like rising up after inebriating. I don’t know if this is queer but I had a good doze of a hang-over less the intoxicating process.

Last point… :o) If ever a dream-reader reads this post, he/she/you are free to interpret my dream. I’ll be really glad to hear from you: any comment, suggestions, anything and everything you have to say. Thank you.

My dream went like this…

I was I think, in the Philippines, with my youngest brother. We were in the same building while the rest of my family members—my mom, dad, and another brother are in another building.

The day isn’t peculiar. It went like how it did yesterday and the days before except for one occurrence that made a nationwide difference from that moment on. Whilst in that tall multi-floored structure we were caught aghast. We felt the floor move. No, the building moved. But not the ground. None of those in the building saw how the structure transferred from one place to another. We would like to believe it walked. We felt it.

It took couples off huge steps to I do not know where. After that shake, I found myself and my brother near the abode of the rest of my most loved one. We then reunited. The occurrent topped the news--A HUGE DESTRUCTION, A MAJOR WORLD SHAKE. Then I remember an Islamic book which contains the signs of the end of the world. There were three and the magnitudes are listed. If I remember it right, the most destructive is the second. The town weren’t so frightened. It is just as queer as the tsunami in Mexico, in japan, and the riot that famed London. So the next days were normal. Except for me. I had this unique urge to write down those 3 signs in a sheet of white paper. I wrote it in all caps using a pencil. I then inserted it in my black bag then went to school. The college university I had in my dream is so deviant from that in real life. It is way popular, beautiful, and enriched. Actually, the build is tantamount to my genuine school only that in the dream it is grand. It is a richer version so to say. Whilst in school after a couple of classes… well I was tired and felt like I have been to some of my classes. That weird feeling enveloped us all. All those in the school and the world, I assume. All I can notice is the environment I am in. The news states that a second major shake will happen after some minutes. The planet will like shake its inconspicuous hair back and forth so people need to really hold firm to stabilize themselves to prevent being thrown out to somewhere nobody knows. Actually, only Allah knows. After hearing the tidings, I had a quiet time and tried to sense if the second major shake is indeed coming. I felt it and I still had time to prepare. I went back home which is walking distance away from school. I felt like I need a proof if ever I decide to reveal what I know so I bagged the special book and went straight back to school.

I can feel  the shake coming sooner. That moment, it was either morning or afternoon but it felt like doomsday. I had a comfortable outfit, I am so thankful. It helped me a lot. I was garbed with something anti-cold. It was cold but not freezing, It felt even colder because of the fright and unusualness the situation has to bring. From minutes ago, the sky slowly darkened. At that moment, it is darker than mundane. But it’s nothing like the night sky. It is just perfect for the unusualness of the situation. If I am to give it a color, I’ll call it color doomsday. So I sat my self on a room in the fourth floor.  I held firm on my armchair but it felt like it isn’t enough. So like others, I went closer to the bars of the windows and held firm.

I secured my bag which contains a more than high profile information. I remember how I constantly asked my brother to secure the Holy Quran almost right after the first shake.

He ensued and kept it. And the major shake happened. I can see teenagers slip down from the class upon the shaking of the planet. The Earth wasn’t nodding nor is its entirety affirming. It really shook its invisible hair back and forth. Literally. Even those holding on the bars slipped from security. I can see their face--ignorant faces. I felt proud I know just what is happening and that I am in a better disposition amongst them—I am a Muslim. And so the planet got tired and rested for awhile from its whipping. Everyone is frightened. Even I was quite. The shaking felt shorter than how it was. Perhaps it is because I was concentrating on holding really firm. During the Earth shake, I was going in and out the room while holding the bars. I saw from different angles different people. There are times that I let go of the bar to take hold of another from a nearby classroom. I think that happened thrice. I even saw our dog in one of the classrooms. I tried to save him but I wasn’t profoundly willing. I feel bad for not being so because it ended his stay in the area. He was thrown out to perhaps amidst Earth. I’ve tried different chairs, different grills, and different locations. There were moments when the shake stops for awhile. I then took hold of the opportunity to stabilize myself more. I immediately ran my way from one room to another. I saw both new and familiar faces. Seeing them made me wish I can help save them. I want to reveal what I know but I was taken aback by my unconfident and unbrave heart. I experienced holding posts but realized it isn’t steady enough.

 I believe the shake enabled me to transfer from one country to another. Well, I remember foreign faces. I’ll have to say they aided me whilst the shake. They allowed me to sit near them, to stay with them, even to take the place of their just-stood friends. I even encountered a situation where a guy was thrown off because I took over his temporarily vacated seat. I genuinely felt bad but his face was modest and forgiving. The most reliable grills are those in the classrooms. They helped me survive. Now, news updates present that another doom shake might happen any moment now so we shall brace and prepare ourselves. The newscasters proved their reliability in forecasting so I braced myself only to find out the trouble wasn’t occurring as near as we all have expected.  I tried going down stairs. As in, down stairs. I even saw an artist. A real captivating artist. But during that moment, beauty did not matter. Physical beauty, that is. I’ve ridden escalators and walked my way to and fro classrooms to see where I might have a place. Most of them are occupied already. There are times when I feel down and felt like entrusting everything to God—as in just stand and allow whatever to happen; but seeing people strive made me want to save myself. I saw professors kind enough to help me. They were so parent-like. I also tried going outdoors. I went to every place other people would try. There are vacant seats but I sought for the safest. One time, while sitting firmly I narrated that I know what will happen next to random people, one after the other. Their faces were comprehending but they were like mmm okay. They did not really care. My professor differed. When I told him whilst we were outdoors, he tried reviewing the prediction I copied and asked for the paper. Whilst on the classroom I have been constantly checking on the informative paper once in a while and figured out it foretold what the news would update. The names of the shakes are precisely the same. This fact gave me courage to divulge what I know. Oh I even tried the manual elevator some of my professors formed. That is the fastest way to go down and up the building. I think I rode it to rise in altitude. And so the shake happened. It lasted for almost a blink of an eye. It was almost not felt. How do I say that? One moment I was in school then after a blink I found myself standing in front of a field with really beautiful and tall foreign looking people. Desire made me go near those tall ladies wearing transparent tops. All are model-looking in that country or shall I say area. They are so liberated and free-spirited that they managed to enjoy despite of the shakes. Yes, the third quake is still awaited after like two hours. So I found myself sitting beside a real handsome lad and in front of a beast.

Okay this is supposed to be a roaring beast. :o)

Well a really wild and carnivorous animal is in front of me! We are two bleachers apart. I had the courage to stare at it and it as well eyed me then others. This made some frightened and they, including myself transferred to a safer and farther seat. I sat beside another gorgeous man with captivating eyes and life-bringing smile. Yes, he had a life-bringing smile instead of the killer ones. I heard rumors that the beast might run just anywhere. I then transferred to another seat beside a man who looks like a better protector than the preceding men. So the fight started and stopped after some minutes. It was a fight between the beast and one man I suppose. I frequently checked my bag for it gives me light somehow to know I am securing the special book. It feels really good to hold a special book containing what will happen next. I feel thankful. And worried for my family. Now, I cannot remember the subsequent events in my dream.

The murderer cannot be blamed

Hi everyone!

Another day is about to end and unfold for me.

At the moment, I am listening to the radio. I have listened to the radio dozens of time now but this segment is a record maker. This is my first time to hear a quite sensitive issue tackled on air. The caller is a security officer who happens to witness an influential person murdering a random passerby. How unfortunate, I thought. The murdered 26-ish man was just out to buy food when suddenly this manslayer knocked him out thus walloping his delicate head against a rock. This is indeed deplorable. The dreadfulness does not end here. Though a troupe of people saw what had happened, no one is brave enough to divulge what they know. They are all demoralized and intimidated by the murderer’s family’s power. You know, one of my endeavors is to have millions of bucks in my bank account but if money will drive me to this amoral life, I may be contented with where I am now. Hopefully, God will save me against avarice while blessing me with a mmm fruitful life :o) 

You know, I’d have to commend the disc jockeys.

I absolutely concur with their advice. Well, it took them plentiful statements but in a nutshell, they advised the caller to take courage and reveal the truth for in reality, it shall set him free and reward justice onto those deserving of it. Also, insha’Allah it may make the murderer a.k.a drug user realize his mistakes. I cannot judge the so-called manslayer further for I am not entitled to do so. He has the right to be respected and I will not in any way desire to deprive him of that right. I realized that it is profoundly uneasy to be in his shoes. So if we may, let us pray for him. He does not trudge a clear road. There are ample obstacles awaiting him. It is hard to blame him for not complying with the whispers of morality for where he is now is way harder than what we can expect. It is indeed best to wish enlightenment to his soul. I think he has a very lonely heart. I am thankful despite of my problems. I am actually facing a conundrum at the moment and the solvent is easier said than done. This is less intricate than the former enigma, I realized. For that, my heart is thankful.

We all have troubles. No matter how difficult they are, let us never forget that problems exist to make us stronger. They say the only constant in the world is change. Now, it is up to us if we will change for the better or for the contrary. Even pencils undergo change. They may be sharpened to fulfill its mission or be left moribund until total depreciation and waste its existence. Like pencils, we undergo adversity; we face problems almost IMPOSSIBLE to survive. The truth is for every problem is a solution. Even the word impossible says I’M POSSIBLE. Yes, it is possible. Masha’Allah (thank God)

Alrighty. Time to go… It’s getting late already.

Toodle-oo!