tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17494091839930180232024-03-19T13:26:16.005+05:00SYRA STARChasing the lightSyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.comBlogger313125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-89789684091472316452015-05-05T14:44:00.001+05:002015-05-05T14:45:06.212+05:00How to really love a child<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Children are miraculous indeed. They make you young again :)</div>
Syrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-62086264120372791852015-04-30T17:46:00.000+05:002015-04-30T17:47:05.897+05:00Strange, yet familiar.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Wow, I haven't posted in a long long time. But today I am inspired to blog and share again. I really liked the picture message that I am posting below that I came across today via a friend.<br />
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Such is the power of the pen. You can meet a younger version of yourself by revisiting a book you once read. It also feels strange and familiar to read blog posts and letters from many years ago. Who said time travelling isn't possible :)</div>
Syrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-92105490759621090172013-06-21T21:41:00.000+05:002013-06-21T21:41:01.863+05:00Explore <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Came across this advise, loved it and found it to be worth sharing<br />
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DYING SLOWLY<br />
By Martha Madeiros<br />
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You start dying slowly<br />
if you do not travel,<br />
if you do not read,<br />
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,<br />
If you do not appreciate yourself.<br />
You start dying slowly<br />
When you kill your self-esteem;<br />
When you do not let others help you.<br />
You start dying slowly<br />
If you become a slave of your habits,<br />
Walking everyday on the same paths…<br />
If you do not change your routine,<br />
If you do not wear different colors<br />
Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.<br />
You start dying slowly<br />
If you avoid to feel passion<br />
And their turbulent emotions;<br />
Those which make your eyes glisten<br />
And your heart beat fast.<br />
You start dying slowly<br />
If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love,<br />
If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,<br />
If you do not go after a dream,<br />
If you do not allow yourself,<br />
At least once in your lifetime,<br />
To run away from sensible advice…<br />
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Syrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-8724362117243548812012-12-16T19:48:00.001+05:002012-12-16T19:48:59.743+05:00Home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Home, no less than heaven<br />
~Ali Dar<br />
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Some sayings of some special people you just don't forget. I vividly remember these words from 4 years ago.</div>
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'So who is your best friend' is a question frequently asked. I have come up with a list of traits I find befitting on that one person you can label as your best friend. </div>
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- someone around whom you can be yourself; no formality, no judgements</div>
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- someone with you can talk about anything and everything; the good, the bad, the jokes, the serious talks, the whining, the laughters</div>
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- someone who is always there for you in the hour of need or otherwise; this could be as light as getting together for an unplanned icecream craving or as serious as being the first one to help you out of some deep trouble</div>
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- someone who will walk an extra mile for you</div>
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- someone whose company is always welcome</div>
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- someone with whom you share the same rights and wrongs</div>
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Hmmmm, what more, add to my list =)</div>
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Syrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-16189741885002672242012-02-06T20:33:00.003+05:002012-02-06T20:44:18.012+05:00Courteous or Hypocrite?If I don't like you and yet I behave nicely, does that make me courteous or a hypocrite?Syrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-69706416329413671762012-02-05T15:04:00.002+05:002012-02-05T15:12:52.268+05:00The Best and the Worst of WordsThe Most Selfish One-Letter Word<br /> "I"<br />Avoid it<br />~Surah Al Kahf 18:34<br /><br />The Most Satisfying Two-Letter Word<br />"WE"<br />Use it<br />~Surah Al An'am 6:71-72<br /><br />The Most Poisonous Three-Letter Word<br />"EGO"<br />Kill it<br />~Surah Al Qasas 28:78<br /><br />The Most Used Four-Letter Word<br />"LOVE"<br />Value it<br />~Surah Al Rum 30:21<br /><br />The Most Pleasing Five Letter Word<br />"SMILE"<br />Keep it<br />~Surah Al Najm 53:43<br /><br />The Fastest Spreading Six-Letter Word<br />"RUMOUR"<br />Ignore it<br />~Surah Al Hujurat 49:12<br /><br />The Hardest Working Seven Letter Word<br />"SUCCESS"<br />Achieve it<br />~Surah Al Nur 24:37-38<br /><br />The Most Enviable Eight-Letter Word<br />"JEALOUSY"<br />Distance it<br />~Surah Yusuf 12:8-9<br /><br />The Most Powerful Nine-Letter Word<br />"KNOWLEDGE"<br />Acquire it(of Allah & the Holy Qu'ran)<br />~Surah Ya Sin 36:2Surah Yusuf 12:2<br /><br />The Most Essential Ten-Letter Word<br />"CONFIDENCE"<br />Trust it(Trust in Allah's Guidance)<br />~Surah Yunus 10: 9Surah Al Tawbah 9:51<br /><br />Source: <a href="http://spa.qibla.com/issue_view.asp?HD=1&ID=3&CATE=30">Sunnipath</a>Syrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-83472409577192649662011-05-27T17:10:00.002+05:002011-05-27T17:15:36.422+05:00sairalialways and forever :)<br />this post is dedicated to my husband.Syrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-26919291448044954022011-05-18T12:33:00.002+05:002011-05-18T14:40:50.601+05:002 node circular link list<div align="justify">A couple of days back I was flicking through channels and ultimately STAR World caught my attention. The thrilling t.v series BONES was on air. I dont't follow it, regardless I stopped on the channel. That very interest my friend Zahida came to my mind and I thought of her. Interesting thing here is that Zahida loves the show and finds a resemblance between me and the leading character of BONES. So she says whenever she watches it 'saira yaad atee hai'...i.e she is reminded of me. And now the same show reminds me of her :)</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">For me, this happens often that a circular link of rememberance is formed. When a thing\event\happening reminds someone of me, then an association between that thing\event\happening and the person who recalls me is formed in mind.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Generalizing this if a certain thing reminds someone of you, then that same certain thing will remind you of that someone :) I hope I am making sense and not sounding crazy to the readers here. Does such an association build up in your mind too?</div>Syrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-59336630367465418272011-04-15T11:19:00.003+05:002011-04-15T11:25:11.336+05:00Bird Migration<div align="center">Do they not see the birds suspended in mid-air up in the sky? Nothing holds them there except Allah. There are certainly signs in that for people who believe.</div><br /><div align="center">[Surah An-Nahl, 79]</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRxGokmz7QXnM3C_GoHltDasKiaNz3XpbIfSUZl5lt5WD_j8D20wNGkTZ7V3JvltY0F_oXzt7bYs26uRn2kcHIIAplCn78vgt1_-gTjKebxsUd2-XGWmn2257ixNmrsnjekZWvEBeTmemq/s1600/bird+migration.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595691420808582642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRxGokmz7QXnM3C_GoHltDasKiaNz3XpbIfSUZl5lt5WD_j8D20wNGkTZ7V3JvltY0F_oXzt7bYs26uRn2kcHIIAplCn78vgt1_-gTjKebxsUd2-XGWmn2257ixNmrsnjekZWvEBeTmemq/s400/bird+migration.jpg" /></a>~Courtesy: A friend <br /><div></div>Syrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-62878950303346334812011-04-13T21:01:00.012+05:002011-04-15T11:12:39.267+05:00Elements of Uniqueness in humanbeings<div align="justify">I am compiling a list of elements that is unique in every human being. The level of detail that Allah has put to make individuals distinct from one other is simply amazing. Please add on to my list. </div><br /><div align="justify">1- voice</div><br /><div align="justify">2- style of talking </div><br /><div align="justify">3- structure of face </div><br /><div align="justify">4- height </div><br /><div align="justify">5- built</div><br /><div align="justify">6- style of walking, footsteps.</div><br /><div align="justify">7- pattern on our palms </div><br /><div align="justify">8- pattern under our feet</div><br /><div align="justify">9-skin pattern on our hands, (if you look closely the waves of lines, and scattered line patters vary from person to person) </div><br /><div align="justify">10-color of skin</div><br /><div align="justify">11- color of eyes</div><br /><div align="justify">12- mannerism </div><br /><div align="justify">13- postures </div><br /><div align="justify">14- bone structure 15- weight</div><br /><div align="justify">16- structure of hair eg: straight, curly, wavy</div><br /><div align="justify">17- color of hair eg brown, golden, black </div><br /><div align="justify">18- and ofcourse personality traits vary from every individual some of these elements are similar amongst siblings and family but on a whole every single humanbeing is like no other. There are/have been billions of humans but so many permutations courtesy Allah. SubhanAllah </div><br /><p><u>new additions by UFKhan</u></p><br /><p>19- <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Retinal_scan" rel="nofollow">Retinal patterns</a>. These are very unique - even twins don't have the same retinal patterns</p><br /><p>20- Size of eyeballs and shape of Eyebrows</p><br /><p>21- Diameter of aorta</p><br /><p>22- shape of Nails</p><br /><p>23- Length and thickness of eyelashes</p><br /><p>24- Size/shape and whiteness of Teeth </p><br /><p>25- Skin appearance, besides color</p><br /><p>26- Structure of nose</p><br /><p>27-Fluffiness of hair</p><br /><p>28- Size of feet</p><br /><p>29- Blood group</p><br /><p>30- Structure of Brain</p><br /><p>31) Genes - being part of the DNA, they carry genetic information responsible for a large number of physical features.</p><br /><p>32) Degree of righteousness of one's Heart </p><br /><p>33) Mind/Mentality Certain non-physical elements probably have the most weightage in determining the uniqueness and distinction of individuals, e.g. (32) and (33).</p>Syrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-60193034098356093532011-04-05T17:32:00.003+05:002011-04-05T18:37:47.948+05:00another me?<div style="text-align: justify;">Have you ever had that moment in life when you look back at something that you wrote that brought back a realization of your own old self and you smile to yourself thinking wow, was that really me? :) It happened to me today;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A friend recently floated an old article that I wrote for my blog over 2 years ago with a few lines of praise. I read the appreciation note and ignored the link until a few days later she took the care to bring it to my attention by appreciating it again in person. Consequently I spared a moment to reread my own writing. After having a read I was quiet for a couple of minutes pondering that how I have changed over the years, and what different state of mind, heart and thoughts I was at that point of time. Life or something like it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Remember me in your duas</div><div style="text-align: justify;">~S</div>Syrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-85608446015295900202011-02-09T10:25:00.004+05:002011-02-09T10:39:18.075+05:00A Teacher and A CEO<div align="justify">The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life. One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education. He argued, "What's a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?" To stress his point he said to another guest; "You're a teacher, Barbara. Be honest. What do you make?"<br />Barbara, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, "You want to know what I make? (She paused for a second, and then began...)<br />"Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could. I make a C+ feel like the Congressional Medal of Honor winner. </div><div align="justify">I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents CAN'T make them sit for 5 without an I Pod, Game Cube or movie rental.<br />You want to know what I make? (She paused again and looked at each and every person at the table)<br />I make kids wonder.<br />I make them question.<br />I make them apologize and mean it.<br />I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions.<br />I teach them to write and then I make them write. Keyboarding ISN'T EVERYTHING.<br />I make them read, read, read.<br />I make them show all their work in maths. They use their God given brain, not the man-made calculator.<br />I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to know about English while preserving their unique cultural identity.<br />I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe.<br />Finally, I make them understand that if they use the gifts they were given,<br />work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life (Barbara<br />paused one last time and then continued.)<br />Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, with me knowing money isn't everything, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because they are ignorant.<br />You want to know what I make?<br />I MAKE A DIFFERENCE.<br />What do you make Mr. CEO?<br />His jaw dropped, he went silent.<br /><br />A profound answer! </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Courtesy ~ A friend<br /></div>Syrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-46067775797315928082010-04-29T12:03:00.000+05:002010-04-29T12:05:22.322+05:00Value has a value only if its value is valued<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbm3CmuHcNOZ_OJzRA9iauPqMhg_6r5ZcFk0ToA0E2OAB37csTzAeNAd2Pl_9tk5wx2qSwjLrPPV3fItVLO_yLaPNq0G41CmoXqncZiXP8pqrI1tUW70DdtqpUXJuGw5iynqkako1165QN/s1600/value+people.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbm3CmuHcNOZ_OJzRA9iauPqMhg_6r5ZcFk0ToA0E2OAB37csTzAeNAd2Pl_9tk5wx2qSwjLrPPV3fItVLO_yLaPNq0G41CmoXqncZiXP8pqrI1tUW70DdtqpUXJuGw5iynqkako1165QN/s400/value+people.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465451844322438146" border="0" /></a>Syrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-74185787456143410372010-03-21T22:05:00.000+05:002010-03-21T22:06:51.528+05:00she said....<span style="font-style: italic;">if you die i will kill you</span><br />~SSyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-64829961761450701402010-02-25T16:18:00.006+05:002010-02-25T16:38:00.880+05:00before time takes 'you' or 'them' away<div style="text-align: left;">Things must be sorted out before it's too late<br /><br />Chances must be availed before you don't have any to miss<br /><br />Mistakes must be accepted before there is nothing left to repeat<br /><br />Feelings must be shared before they turn to cold to be warmed<br /><br />Temper must be tapped off before it costs you a world<br /><br />Words must be appreciated before they lose their charm<br /><br />Take some time out for your beloved ones before time takes you or them away<br /><br />I believe so, do you?<br /><br />~courtesy a friend<br /></div>Syrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-22093786464047931102010-02-23T15:23:00.002+05:002010-02-23T15:31:31.088+05:00What are friends for? A Longer Life<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/21/health/21well.html?_r=2&ref=health">NYTimes:</a> In the quest for better health, many people turn to doctors, self-help books or herbal supplements. But they overlook a powerful weapon that could help them fight illness and depression, speed recovery, slow aging and prolong life: their friends.<br /><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/21/health/21well.html?_r=2&ref=health">Read On</a><br /></div><br />True friends are a blessing from Allah. My friends & family make me healthier, alhamdulillah<br />=)Syrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-32162929816587426332010-02-22T12:47:00.004+05:002010-02-22T12:53:28.052+05:00crucial element of bharosa in dua'<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Allah se jab mango to is bharose kay saath kay Aay Allah jab maine tujse nahee manga tab bhee tunee mujhay diya tau ye kesay mumkin hai kay main tujse mango or tu ata na karay'</span><br /><br />~Courtesy MaryamSyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-46157311688264596912010-01-20T11:56:00.001+05:002010-01-20T12:00:03.049+05:00feeling beyond wordsPromises are not made, they are lived<br />~SSyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-70757296078995712932010-01-15T12:37:00.002+05:002010-01-15T12:41:17.677+05:00Closer than you think<p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">A vacationing American businessman standing on the pier of a quaint coastal fishing village in southern Mexico watched as a small boat with just one young Mexican fisherman pulled into the dock. Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. Enjoying the warmth of the early afternoon sun, the American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish. </span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">"How long did it take you to catch them?" the American casually asked. </span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">"Oh, a few hours," the Mexican fisherman replied. </span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">"Why don't you stay out longer and catch more fish?" the American businessman then asked. </span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">The Mexican warmly replied, "With this I have more than enough to support my family's needs." </span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">The businessman then became serious, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?" </span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Responding with a smile, the Mexican fisherman answered, "I sleep late, play with my children, watch ballgames, and take siesta with my wife. Sometimes in the evenings I take a stroll into the village to see my friends, play the guitar, sing a few songs..." </span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">The American businessman impatiently interrupted, "Look, I have an MBA from Harvard, and I can help you to be more profitable. You can start by fishing several hours longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra money, you can buy a bigger boat. With the additional income that larger boat will bring, before long you can buy a second boat, then a third one, and so on, until you have an entire fleet of fishing boats." </span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Proud of his own sharp thinking, he excitedly elaborated a grand scheme which could bring even bigger profits, "Then, instead of selling your catch to a middleman you'll be able to sell your fish directly to the processor, or even open your own cannery. Eventually, you could control the product, processing and distribution. You could leave this tiny coastal village and move to Mexico City, or possibly even Los Angeles or New York City, where you could even further expand your enterprise." </span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Having never thought of such things, the Mexican fisherman asked, "But how long will all this take?" </span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">After a rapid mental calculation, the Harvard MBA pronounced, "Probably about 15-20 years, maybe less if you work really hard." </span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">"And then what, señor?" asked the fisherman. </span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">"Why, that's the best part!" answered the businessman with a laugh. "When the time is right, you would sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions." </span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">"Millions? Really? What would I do with it all?" asked the young fisherman in disbelief. </span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">The businessman boasted, "Then you could happily retire with all the money you've made. You could move to a quaint coastal fishing village where you could sleep late, play with your grandchildren, watch ballgames, and take siesta with your wife. You could stroll to the village in the evenings where you could play the guitar and sing with your friends all you want."</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> The moral of the story is: <strong><b>Know what really matters in life, and you may find that it is already much closer than you think</b></strong></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">~<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Courtesy Nadia</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong></strong></span></span></p>Syrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-37783538119298967822009-12-10T10:08:00.001+05:002009-12-10T10:09:54.087+05:00On Life and Death<span dir="ltr">"<span style="font-style: italic;">Death cannot be justified by reasons, it is God's will; but life can be justified by the choices you make. You can either die a victim of terrorism, or you can give your life fighting it and saving the future</span>"<br />~Isbah Zulfiqar<br /></span>Syrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-21759931453548630252009-11-25T17:03:00.002+05:002009-11-25T17:05:27.408+05:00Triple Filter Test<div style="text-align: justify;">Rasul Allah (sal Allahu alaihi wa sallam) said: “Keep away from ill-thinking/suspicions because ill-thinking is the greatest falsehood.” [Bukhari]<br /><br />During the golden Abbasid period, one of the scholars in Baghdad, the capital of the Muslim caliphate at that time, was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem.<br />One day an acquaintance met the great scholar and said, "Do you know what I just heard about your friend?"<br />Scholar: "Hold on a minute, before telling me anything I'd like you to pass a little test. It's called the Triple Filter Test."<br />The Man: "Triple Filter Test?"<br />Scholar: "That's right, before you talk to me about my friend it might be a good idea to take a moment and filter what you're going to say. That's why I call it the triple filter test. The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?"<br />The Man: "No, actually I just heard about it and ..."<br />Scholar: "All right, so you don't really know if it's true or not. Now let's try the second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my friend something good?"<br />The Man: "No, on the contrary..."<br />Scholar: "So, you want to tell me something bad about him, but you're not certain it's true. You may still pass the test though, because there's one filter left: The filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my friend going to be useful to me?"<br />The Man: "No, not really."<br />Scholar: "Well, if what you want to tell me is neither true nor good nor even useful, why tell it to me at all?"<br /><br />Allah tells us in the Quran: "O you who believe! Avoid much suspicions, indeed some suspicions are sins. And spy not, neither backbite one another. Would one of you like to eat the flesh (meat) of his dead brother? You would hate it (so hate backbiting). And fear Allah. Verily, Allah is the One Who accepts repentance, Most Merciful." [49:12]<br /><br />Abu Bakr (radi Allahu anhu) would keep a stone in his mouth so he could not speak without giving himself time to think first. Let's pass our intended speech through the triple filter test before we madly utter our every thought. And lets subject others to the triple filter test too before we hear any damaging number of things from them.<br /><br />~Courtesy SAK<br /></div>Syrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-88771598925015477812009-10-27T12:23:00.001+06:002009-10-27T12:25:28.205+06:00Darling, hair dryer please<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimzN8N4tioN0AgrWYVTb-24oePiFchov8hSCvy9Mccce38uek-CyU2pKYkQwM_BtBq3MsYPX40CwYTIbXHqiamyEMqrX54950UnuKLU9f-0FawWKOWV8ZGV7cVbCyroImkRXgbmOZmgorJ/s1600-h/image001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimzN8N4tioN0AgrWYVTb-24oePiFchov8hSCvy9Mccce38uek-CyU2pKYkQwM_BtBq3MsYPX40CwYTIbXHqiamyEMqrX54950UnuKLU9f-0FawWKOWV8ZGV7cVbCyroImkRXgbmOZmgorJ/s400/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397161802345233922" border="0" /></a>Syrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-86001298377481412192009-10-02T21:10:00.001+06:002009-10-02T21:12:16.695+06:00Where there is a will, there is a wayIf there is a way, I will find one<br />If there is none, I will make one<br />~AnonymousSyrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749409183993018023.post-62628116284376937452009-10-01T21:53:00.002+06:002009-10-01T22:45:13.559+06:00Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning.<div align="justify">2 quotes i like</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#cc0000;">“Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you.... The one who turns to his friends and says, 'that's her.'”</span></div><div align="justify">~Anonymous</div><div align="justify"><br />“<span style="color:#cc0000;">I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.</span>”<br />~Anoymous</div>Syrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219107993573263738noreply@blogger.com6