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Monday, December 13, 2010

CCleaner 3.01.1327

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* Opera
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Sunday, December 12, 2010

Moomy, tell me about the true ikhwan

A young teenage man asked to his mom
“Mommy tell me about the true ikhwan”
His mom only smile and answer his question,
“The true Ikhwan isn’t seen in the width of his shoulders
It’s seen in the widht of his arms that circle you
True Ikhwan isn’t in the deep tone of his voice
It’s the how he whipspers the truth
The true ikhwan isn’t how many buddis he has
It’s how good a buddy he is with his kids
The true ikhwan isn’t how respected he is at work
It’s how respected he is at home.
The true ikhwan isn’t how hard he hits
It’s how tender he touches his circumtances
The true ikhwan isn’t how many women adore him
It’s in can he be true to the women he loves
The true ikhwan isn’t in the weight he can lift
It’s in the burdens he can carry
The true ikhwan isn’t in the loud of his voice reading Al Quran
It’s in the consistency he runs the Al Quran in his life”
After that the young teenage man is asking again
“Who is the person who can fit to those criteria, Mom?”
His Mom gave him a book and said
“Learn about him”
The young teenage man take the book
And the title of the book is Muhammad.

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The Memory Of a Mother

In an evening day, a mom wrote a poetry
About her children.

My relationship with my children is like the breeze,
I can’t hold it, Smell it, Taste it, But I can Always Feel it,
And I’ll always know it’s there,
They may come and then go,
But I can know they’ll always be back.
As my children are roses, I am the thorms,
Clutching them and protecting them

As my children are the sun, I am the rays,
Helping them to shine and to be all that they can.

As my chidren are a take, I am the water,
Filling them with ideas, dreams, and hopes for the future.

As my chidren are trees, I am the leaves,
Sharing who and what I am and becoming an
Important part of their life.

As my chidren are my heart, I am the beat,
beating rhythmically to their happiness, their fear,
their sadness, their excitement.
If people ask me why so difficult for me to let them go
Then I will answer
That my children are part of me
Therefore I must be with them, to share all I am,
To share and teach them About life, love, and happiness

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( Vanished Liberty - Turn Dream Into Reality )