This Life and The Afterlife

"Plan For This Life As If You Live For Ever, And Plane For The Afterlife As If You Die Tomorrow."
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Back into blogging

I know that it has been a while and you guys miss me (not), but I think I am back.  I had a rough last year but alhamd lel Allah everything is starting to get a lot better.  But since I don't really have an idea about what I want to blog about next I decided to just post some of my school assignments here and get your opinions on it before turning it in, (I know, I know, what a lame idea) but inshaa Allah that will not be the only things I will be posting.  So stay toned to hear about "The First Time I was Known as a Hero"

An Angel or a Queen

Is she an Angel or is she a Queen?
Her beauty is unlike anything I have ever seen.
Neither the actress on the movie screen.
Nor the best thing that you can come up with in a dream.
Can compare to her beauty that is so supreme.
So is she Angel or is she a Queen?
Is she an Angel with hidden wings?
Fallen down to fill me with warmth from the heavens she brings.
Whenever I look into her eyes I see stories and hints.
That she might be a Queen looking for a prince.
Although her heart belongs to another.
She will always have a special place in my heart like all the others.
Whom have fractured my heart with many holes.
And that's where there memories resides.

At the Time of Weakness a Taste of What is Wrong can Taste so Good

This past summer was a summer that I will never forget.  It was full of pain, and sorrow.  It was a true test of my faith, but it saddens me to say I have failed in that test.  This past summer I have lost someone who is very dear to me.  That person is my dear grandmother.  And as if that was not enough, my parents decided to have a huge argument that they came so close to being divorced.  These two things have really brought me down to the point that I had a horrible panic attack and ended up in the emergency room and it was recommended to me to see a therapist.  At that point I felt so weak.  At that point I had a small taste of the wrong.  At work everyone found out of what I am going through, and of course they had to express there sorrow to me through the only way they know how in the American culture, through HUGS.  I was vulnerable and weak, I couldn't refuse like I always have in the past.  I had a small taste of the wrong and it tasted kind of good.  Now, I have lost myself and searching to gain it back. So I ask You Allah to provide me with the strength I need to stay away from what is wrong, and I ask You for forgiveness for I have wronged myself and if you haven't forgiven me I will be from among the losers.

The One

I really think she is the one

I really think she is my number one

She is gonna be my future queen

Her beauty hasn’t been matched by anything I have seen

She has a one shiny smile

You can spot it out from as far as a mile

She is got that special power

She can make everything seem so beautiful, even in a man’s darkest hour

Just one look into her eyes

And my heart jumps up to the blue skies

One day I promise you will see

You will see me get on one knee

Get on one knee and ask her “will you marry me?”

Does Love Exist?

I started writing this poem while I was going through some tough times but I didn't get to finish it, then when I got back to it my feelings were completely different so that is why it starts as kind of gloomy and ends with a sense of HOPE. I hope you guys like it.

Does Love Exist?

A question that spread in my mind just like the mist

Maybe it doesn’t exist

And maybe it just comes and goes just like a guest

But Allah knows best

And He said it does exist

So all I can do is wait for it to hit me just like the rest

But what exactly is it?

They say it is only describable by a poet

But a poet once said that you will always get burned by love

So I guess I better prepare my glove

And hope for when it hit me

It will be for a girl that can see

How much I truly love she

note: this is not the final version, it still needs some work, stay tone for the new and improved one.

Mother's Day

As promised here is a translation of my poem.
Mother, Mother, Oh my Mother
Oh my mother lets go
for today is your day
today I recite to you my poem
and wish for you a very happy day
for today is your day
eighteen years you have watched me grow and grow
you have watched me grow when I was a small child
you watched me grow when I was a handsome teenager
you raised me to grow and become a respectful man
so today I thank you many thanks
and ask Allah to help me become a man who is respectful, good to his parent, and thankful
today is your day my mother
we all are here to celebrate it
making duaa to Allah and saying
Oh Allah, have mercy on my parents as they have raised me when I was a child