[1] http://www.scholarships-ar-us.org/blog/2006/10/31/vote-for-the-winner-of-the-blogging-scholarship/
These 10 finalists have a few good blogs. let me not be biased towards anyone, but have a look at what they have to offer. some same stuff like ours, one apple fan.....
[2] http://www.intelbloggerchallenge.com/
6 blogs - 5 weeks - you decide who is worth the prize.
10/31/2006
Tag is dangerous - dont play
Subhanallah, tag is now declared by one an Attleboro elementary school to be violent for the kids. Reminds me of those times we played hide&seek, and to take the denner out, we ran, skinned our knees, elbows, cried and then went back to play. How far are we going to shield our children??? There is already the rule of "spare the rod and spoil the child" (and babysitters are gnashing right now). It seems all topsy turvy here.
10/26/2006
Vending machine no more
coming off from ramadaan, some old habits die hard - especially the one of seeing a $1 note being sucked into a vending machine and a bottle of refreshing dr pepper being ejected noisely down a chute. too bad they raised the price of a bottle to $1.35. That extra jingle from 35 cents drove me away. seems like costco zindabad from now on.
10/23/2006
An article why muslimness is thrust in the face
Nice Article - http://www.indianexpress.com/story/15271.html
From the article -
Indian Muslims from being mishal-e-raah (pathfinders) have, over the last 60 years, become raah ke pathar (stones on the path). The slide has been unrelenting, and neither the community itself nor its leaders have made any move to arrest this. Nor has the media. The Gudiyas and Imranas have hogged headlines. Images of veiled women appear with or without reason, to titillate readers. An aggregate of the two confirms stereotypes of “retrograde Islam”. But very few scribes and producers have bothered to highlight the Malegaons. They are present in every one of our 600 districts and yet they remain invisible to all.
The onus is equally on the Muslims. What are they going to do to better their circumstances? The first word of the Quran is ‘Igra’ which means ‘read’. It seems that the time for that has at last arrived.
On a lighter note - why is it that you get benefits for muslim women education and not men?
From the article -
Indian Muslims from being mishal-e-raah (pathfinders) have, over the last 60 years, become raah ke pathar (stones on the path). The slide has been unrelenting, and neither the community itself nor its leaders have made any move to arrest this. Nor has the media. The Gudiyas and Imranas have hogged headlines. Images of veiled women appear with or without reason, to titillate readers. An aggregate of the two confirms stereotypes of “retrograde Islam”. But very few scribes and producers have bothered to highlight the Malegaons. They are present in every one of our 600 districts and yet they remain invisible to all.
The onus is equally on the Muslims. What are they going to do to better their circumstances? The first word of the Quran is ‘Igra’ which means ‘read’. It seems that the time for that has at last arrived.
On a lighter note - why is it that you get benefits for muslim women education and not men?
10/15/2006
a distraction to make your day
http://www.hemmy.net/2006/10/15/creative-advertisements-around-the-world/
best one - people move away from your body odour and the mini
worst one -those dubai designers
best one - people move away from your body odour and the mini
worst one -those dubai designers
10/12/2006
Dear X
If my thanking God for His blessings is a blessing,
then I must thank Him again in the same measure again.
How can one thank Him save by His grace
as time goes on and life goes by?
If a good thing comes, I rejoice heartily;
if a bad thing comes, I receive a reward.
In both cases He gives me a gift too large
for the minds of men, and the land and sea.
- Mahmud al-Warraq
Everyday of the year we come across many blessings that we don't even acknowledge. There were numberous fund-raisers so that we will have enough funds for the year to come, but how many of us thought about those people who started that masjid, fund, organisation that actually is benefitting us today. I am guilty over here itself since this was brought to my attention over a casual iftar, by a person who was coming for the first time.
This post is to remind us of "X" who contributed for the masjid that I pray in today, who made possible my iftar, who made material available for free for the sake of knowledge, who stand up for me in the places I dont know, who help me in becoming a better person either directly or indirectly, who teach me knowingly and unknowingly, who think they are better than others and use their talent likewise, who refuse to acknowledge their worth but always are like the hidden gems, who unify people for a common goal either for sport or recreation or anything constructive, who work without pay, who run events because they like to, who give a smile whenever they can, and who thank you for what you have done.
Dear Sister
Muslim relates on the authority of 'Abdallah ibn Amr (ra) that the Prophet saws said " whoever does not show compassion to our young, and does not know the rights of elders. is not one of us."
One of the distasteful features today is the worship of youth and its indifference towards the elderly. We have strong sentiments of independent views among the youth but lack of mental ability to counter the consequences that these views bring about. The resentment towards authority, and the overnight disappearance of the trust that existed before the rebellous teenage 'I-am-right' years. Elderly folks are given all avenues of "easy-assisted" living but the main pillars of their assistance get their jobs done by a monthly payment to the shelter.
People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. People around you help you grow, and only in the weirdest of places will they be unsupportive of everyone's wish to live a better life.
This post goes towards all the people that I know have made my life better - to my sister who cared for me, played with me, quarrelled with me, scolded me, shared her icecream when mine got over, taught me- to my cousins who all contributed to make the diverse family in terms of education and non-education, closely familial and distantly familial, urban and rural - to grandparents that were an example by themselves, teachers like no others, and pamperers of grandchildren - to those people whom you never know how they are related, but are always seen at family gatherings, and who always support your family - to those friends from elementary, secondary,high,undergrad and grad schools who played, competed etc - to those friends who did not have to be in your school to be friends with you.
What you are today is partly a product of what you were surrounded with. Those people who have shaped your life deserve a round of thought in your prayers for mercy from Allah swt.
One of the distasteful features today is the worship of youth and its indifference towards the elderly. We have strong sentiments of independent views among the youth but lack of mental ability to counter the consequences that these views bring about. The resentment towards authority, and the overnight disappearance of the trust that existed before the rebellous teenage 'I-am-right' years. Elderly folks are given all avenues of "easy-assisted" living but the main pillars of their assistance get their jobs done by a monthly payment to the shelter.
People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. People around you help you grow, and only in the weirdest of places will they be unsupportive of everyone's wish to live a better life.
This post goes towards all the people that I know have made my life better - to my sister who cared for me, played with me, quarrelled with me, scolded me, shared her icecream when mine got over, taught me- to my cousins who all contributed to make the diverse family in terms of education and non-education, closely familial and distantly familial, urban and rural - to grandparents that were an example by themselves, teachers like no others, and pamperers of grandchildren - to those people whom you never know how they are related, but are always seen at family gatherings, and who always support your family - to those friends from elementary, secondary,high,undergrad and grad schools who played, competed etc - to those friends who did not have to be in your school to be friends with you.
What you are today is partly a product of what you were surrounded with. Those people who have shaped your life deserve a round of thought in your prayers for mercy from Allah swt.
Dear Mom
After Rasulallah, sallallahu 'alayhi wa sallam, moved onto ar-Rafiq al-'Ala, the Ummah was tested with humans that tried to corrupt, discredit, or amputate the Sunnah from Islam.
And from the depths of the Ummah's men and women, Allah ta'ala - from His mercy to the Ummah of Muhammad - raised up warriors that would stand in the face of the most vicious of the enemies of the Sunnah.
From those people that Allah ta'ala raised was a young boy named Ahmad. Ahmad lived in Baghdad over a thousand years ago. On those cold wintery nights, his mother - the blessed Mu'minah that she was - would wake long before Fajr to warm the water for her son. Then - again long before Fajr - she would wake him to make Wudhu, then she would wrap him in shawls and off through the molten dark alleys of Baghdad they would carefully make their way to the Masjid.
There was no male to escort him (he was an orphan), so Ahmad's mother would take him that early so that he could get a good seat in the hadith halaqah after Fajr. Then she would wait for him long after the sun rose to safely escort him back home. Her son grew up to be one of these warrior defenders of the Sunnah, one of the four Imams of this Din, Imam Ahmad ibn Hanbal.
So when was the last time you appreciated your mom and all that she does behind the scenes for you? How ever much we undergo for our moms, we dont even come any close to what she has done for us. When she has left her job to look after me, cleaned up after I messed things up, taught me my first words, deciphered what I actually meant at that time (and now as well), made eid special, cooked hot rotis at sahri, listened to all the complains I had, gave me a good whacking when I was rude with whatever she could lay her hand on, made me realize the value of home, bought me goodies that only I appreciated, and still does more things. Alhamdulillah for the boon/gift/etc called as parents.
And from the depths of the Ummah's men and women, Allah ta'ala - from His mercy to the Ummah of Muhammad - raised up warriors that would stand in the face of the most vicious of the enemies of the Sunnah.
From those people that Allah ta'ala raised was a young boy named Ahmad. Ahmad lived in Baghdad over a thousand years ago. On those cold wintery nights, his mother - the blessed Mu'minah that she was - would wake long before Fajr to warm the water for her son. Then - again long before Fajr - she would wake him to make Wudhu, then she would wrap him in shawls and off through the molten dark alleys of Baghdad they would carefully make their way to the Masjid.
There was no male to escort him (he was an orphan), so Ahmad's mother would take him that early so that he could get a good seat in the hadith halaqah after Fajr. Then she would wait for him long after the sun rose to safely escort him back home. Her son grew up to be one of these warrior defenders of the Sunnah, one of the four Imams of this Din, Imam Ahmad ibn Hanbal.
So when was the last time you appreciated your mom and all that she does behind the scenes for you? How ever much we undergo for our moms, we dont even come any close to what she has done for us. When she has left her job to look after me, cleaned up after I messed things up, taught me my first words, deciphered what I actually meant at that time (and now as well), made eid special, cooked hot rotis at sahri, listened to all the complains I had, gave me a good whacking when I was rude with whatever she could lay her hand on, made me realize the value of home, bought me goodies that only I appreciated, and still does more things. Alhamdulillah for the boon/gift/etc called as parents.
Dear Dad
http://cjcphoto.com/can/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4B-r8KJhlE
Taken from the article:
Eighty-five times Dick Hoyt has pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars--all in the same day.
This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best time'? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992--only 35 minutes off the world record, which, in case you don't keep track of these things, happens to be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the time.
Like Dick Hoyt, our own dads have a tale of their own - about how our lives have changed together. From the time when he changed nappies for the first time, rushed me to the doctor when I sneezed and coughed, protected me from the terrible howling winds and rains of the monsoons, taught me the first alphabets, read to me from 'Tell me Why', brought the first trainset, took me to the first day of school, took me home after the first day of school, travelled with me in our vacations, gave me a taste of punishment so that i dont do that thing again, and many more. All the time managing the pressures of a job, and family, and extended family!!!! They are superhumans- Not the insulting way dads are portrayed in the form of Homer Simpson.
Remember the mercy of Allah SWT in the form of your dad, and how your life was easier because of his presence. There are different levels of engagement - the least is to pray for him regularly.
My initial plan was to write about Imam Ghazaali's dad but last minute changes happen.
10/11/2006
Shyamapana festival
The last 10 days of Ramadaan are just a wink away. Though each one of us will be striving to maximise this time either in prayers, Quran, duas, I would also like to take the step of asking for forgiveness from each one of you - for anything I may have done intentionally and unintentionally, for anything I may have said but not meant, for anything that I may have written. We live a very busy, worldly life. In the process, we accumulate a lot of mental and emotional clutter. We gather unnecessary baggage of pride, fear, animosity, greed, ego and delusions in our thoughts and feelings.
So over the last year if I would have hurt your feelings in any way or form, please forgive me – "Verzeihen Sie mir bitte", “Perdóneme por favor” and give me mandate to start a new score!!
Shyamapana is a festival of forgiveness; it's popular in folks of Jain faith.
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