He Is The Only One I ever heard and I believed, He who beget not nor was He Begotten. A fatherless Motherless Childless Friendless And He Who have No family. He who created the Beginning of end and the end of the beginning He is the first with no boundary of last and the last with no Boundary of first He who created You and I With no doubt and created All and All With Certainty
Glory be to Allah, the Creator of everyone and everything. Accept our ibadat, Ya Allah!
Close your eyes and open your heart, Can you hear the silence! Can you see the darkness! Be grateful for the little things you have in life, For all our lives are full of bounties and blessings..
Mingling with other people from different backgrounds and Ethnicities inspired me and made me wondering in the deepest meanings of life
Allah created us for one aim which is to worship Him alone.. He empowered us with all the tools that would help us to achieve life's goal The holy Quran will heal your heart and the sunnah of our prophet Muhammed PBUH will enlighten your path..
A letter to one's self..
Thank you is the least word I can utter to express my gratitude for you my lord You created me out of love before I was nothing, You gave me everything.. From the beauty to the health and wealth The eyes, ears, hands, legs and heart :") A muslim family that helped me through, The Arabic language that allows me to enjoy Quran, You made me walk through your path to discover your light Thank you for the awakening moments you granted me Thank you for the air I breath the beauty I see and the food I eat Thank you for the birds and trees For the water and leaves For the seasons and planets For the sun and the moon The clouds and the sky If I ever start I can never count all the blessings you granted me
It is really important to step back on your life and start thinking and Talking to your self To give your soul the boost to continue this life To empower your faith and renew your tawakul (reliance on Allah)
I felt the need to cry when I attended today's speech by one of the sisters She spoke about how insan needs to always rely on his Lord Yeah sometimes you really get confused in the realms of life and you forget all the bounties that you've been blessed with Shaytan comes to you and start whispering that you always need more.. It's okay to always need more because Allah loves when his servants pray to him and asks from him, But this doesn't mean to forget all what you've been blessed with
It's really important to specify an hour each morning to reflect upon your life and to thank Allah for every single moment you have
Allah has created you out of love, You are a unique version of your self Nobody is completely like you You are you and you should love yourself because Allah wants you to be like that..
All praise is to Allah!
Humans should always thank Allah for all the blessings and bounties! you will certainly face difficult times in your life because this life is a test! all you have to do is to rely on Allah and always seek his help and satisfaction <3
Bowie left town blasting off from a Lafayette rooftop his *** spewing a rainbow arc liberally sprinkling Gluten-free golden glitter onto chichi Houston Street bistros liberating a fawning glitterati eager to prance about a shanghaied High Line
for a NY second the best dressed homeless dude in NoHo spotted a Pale Duke apparition fluttering over a posse of faux figurine graffiti splashed across a Banksyless wall tagging the sunny side of the finest neighborhood car wash
a ghostly Lou Reed dressed to the nines in sleek Transformer drag watched chuckling, scratching his ***** humming the final bars of an Eno inspired Perfect Day, marking odds when a long overdue Iggy Pop will crash the Pearly Gate mosh pits
Ubering through the choppy seas of urban sludge, lightning bolts streak down the sullen faces of cash strapped honey dippin lust for life hipsters, luxuriating in a well nursed millennial angst stew
Fun City's frenzied bare footin Little Monster darlings imprisoned in soulless high-rises, still a quarter shy from annual bonus time, pace white stained minimalist spaces indulging notions driven by economic compulsion to dial up flush with cash fund managers to seek margin loans on their large positions in alpha rich distressed asset funds while their diamond collared Schnauzers wait outside the corner State News licking the oozing sores encrusting Lazarus's feet
Ziggy's lapping tongue marks time, waiting for the stretchy panted painted ladies scoring Iman's organic rouge at a corner bodega
listening to a sidewalk trash can yelp today's Daily News headline "Major Tom Myna Hero!" bekighting the next 15 minute legend a talking Myna bird named Major Tom
the vigilant Major alerted occupants of a Brooklyn townhouse of a furnace leaking carbon monoxide when he stopped talking and dropped dead
a veritable canary in a coal mine story
a special service marking Major Tom's supreme sacrifice is planned, in the spirit of neighborhood beatification the family implores those wishing to express condolences in lieu of flowers to please occupy Prospect Park to drive out the rapacious squeegee men and feed the hungry pigeons
Bowie's earthly star may have gone black but the ashes of his disembodied voice will forever mark the city like the ubiquitous gray splot ashes of pigeon guano