Friday, March 23, 2012

And Inshallah

Love your Masjid

A shining light for all to see,
A symbol of truth through eternity. 
A place of worship for divinity, 
A symbol of strength to the community.

The place to unite and prayer together, 
Rush too quickly regardless of weather. 
I’m too busy to go.. Say this never, 
Venture often to and at least endeavour.

Its doors are open, people go inside, 
For all are welcome and in peace reside. 
No raised voices of anger for you to collide, 
Good etiquette and Manners you must abide.

Our beloved Mosque and second home, 
A place were one will never feel alone. 
Hear the Azan echo throughout its dome, 
Love in our eyes we could never disown.

However, to your Mosque when did you go last? 
Do you go yearly only to open fast? 
Is it just a place you often pass? 
A place you once went, but a place of the past?

Our Mosques are standing half empty, 
No longer a place of plenty, 
Yet it’s ours for free, no charge for entry, 
An issue we should approach firm but gently.

Strength in Islam, we find in each other, 
Simply through meeting a new sister or brother. 
More then we know we need one another, 
Just as a child seeks love from the mother.

The Mosque is the perfect place to meet, 
And invite new Muslims to our holy retreat. 
Don't gather and chat lowly on the street, 
Come into the Mosque make your obligation complete.

Lead by example; take your family by the hand, 
Guide them to the straight path of the Promised Land. 
Perform Salat at Mosque follow Allah’s command, 
Show the world our faith is glorious and grand.

Go to Mosque and be amongst those who care, 
Go to Mosque and your knowledge share. 
Go to Mosque and learn from others there, 
And Inshallah make it full, I’ll see you there!

Saturday, March 17, 2012

A Way

There is a way,

Which seems right unto man;

But the end there of,

Will kill if it can.
You seek and strive,

To realize your dreams;

Rising up early,

Will bring wealth it seems.
The first one there,

And last to leave;

Hard work brings prosperity,

Is what you believe.
You outshine them all,

As you climb to the top;

The late nights and dedication,

Never seem to stop.
Cars, clothes, and goods,

And all you desire;

Keep filling your house,

As you begin to tire.
All that you've gained,

Now controls you;

You can't quit now,

Until you fill the shoe.
People you loved,

Seem distant away;

Too blind to see,

By the game that you play.
Those who helped you,

Get where you are;

You no longer notice,

The size of their scar.
All in one day,

It seems to go away;

All that you loved,

When you started your way.
Haven't I done right,

By seeking my goals?

Why is all crumbling,

And my heart like coal.
I sought things,

And pushed people aside;

Blind to their cares,

Of myself to abide.
I feel betrayed,

By all that I've done;

By all the hard work,

Under the sun.
How could I fail,

I thought I was right?

All of these things,

Keep me from sleep at night.
There is a way,

Which seems right unto man;

But the end there of,

Will kill if it can.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Might Win

Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.
William Shakespeare

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Finding Yourself

 Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself – 

George Bernard Shaw.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Friday, March 9, 2012

So Sincere

I love nature, I love the landscape, because it is so sincere. It never cheats me. It never jests. It is cheerfully, musically earnest. I lie and relie on the earth.

Henry David Thoreau, journal, November 16, 1850

Thursday, March 8, 2012

To Begin

Do not wait until the conditions are perfect to begin. Beginning makes the conditions perfect.

~Alan Cohen

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Put on

Choose Your Attitude ~
If you look for negativity you will be sure to find it. Empower yourself to respond to challenges and problems in a constructive and positive way. Celebrate success and sit back; you will see the energy this can bring to a workplace. How do you start your day? When you get dressed every morning, ‘put on’ your attitude. There are dozens of small things you can celebrate everyday. Where do you invest your energy? Attitudes are contagious. Is yours worth catching

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Birches Bend

When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves:
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
But I was going to say when Truth broke in
With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm
(Now am I free to be poetical?)
I should prefer to have some boy bend them
As he went out and in to fetch the cows
Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
Whose only play was what he found himself,
Summer or winter, and could play alone.
One by one he subdued his father's trees
By riding them down over and over again
Until he took the stiffness out of them,
And not one but hung limp, not one was left
For him to conquer. He learned all there was
To learn about not launching out too soon
And so not carrying the tree away
Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
To the top branches, climbing carefully
With the same pains you use to fill a cup
Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

Monday, March 5, 2012

After All

The World Is Your Mirror

The world is your mirror.
The good you find in others, is in you too.
The faults you find in others, are your faults as well.
After all, to recognize something you must know it.
The possibilities you see in others, are possible for you as well.
The beauty you see around you, is your beauty.
The world around you is a reflection, a mirror showing you the person you are.
To change your world, you must change yourself.
See the best in others, and you will be your best.
Give to others, and you will give to yourself.
Appreciate beauty, and you will be beautiful.
Admire creativity, and you will be creative.
Love, and you will be loved.
Seek to understand, and you will be understood.
Listen, and your voice will be heard.
Teach, and you will learn.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Blind Side

The eyes are not responsible when the mind does the seeing
P. Syrus

What lies

The moment when you first wake up in the morning is the most wonderful of the twenty-four hours. No matter how weary or dreary you may feel, you possess the certainty that, during the day that lies before you, absolutely anything may happen. And the fact that it practically always doesn't, matters not a jot. The possibility is always there.

~Monica Baldwin

Positive Negative

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Your Heart

I have looked into your eyes with my eyes. I have put my heart near your heart.
Pope John XXIII

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Promise Yourself

Promise Yourself

Promise yourself to be so strong that nothing can
disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to
every person you meet.
To make all your friends feel like there is
something in them.
To look at the sunny side of everything and make your
optimism come true.
To think only of the best, to work only for the best,
and expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others
as you are about your own.
To forget the mistakes of the past and press on the
greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give
every living person you meet a smile.
To give so much time to the improvement of yourself
that you have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, and too
strong for fear, and to happy to permit the
presence of trouble.