Anyone ever notice the "error" in Terrorism???
just some "food" for thought....
Sunday, August 31, 2008
I am...
I am a Muslim.
My Mecca is a rose.
My mosque is a spring, my prayer stone the light.
Fields make my prayer rug.
I make ablution with the heartbeat of the windows.
Moonlight flows through my prayers, the spectrum too.
My Kaaba lies by the water,
My Kaaba lies under the acacias.
My Kaaba travels like the breeze,
From one garden to the next,
From one town to another
My Mecca is a rose.
My mosque is a spring, my prayer stone the light.
Fields make my prayer rug.
I make ablution with the heartbeat of the windows.
Moonlight flows through my prayers, the spectrum too.
My Kaaba lies by the water,
My Kaaba lies under the acacias.
My Kaaba travels like the breeze,
From one garden to the next,
From one town to another
A Lesson About Love
It was a busy morning, about 8:30 , when an elderly gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.
On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the
needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.
I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him, "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?"
He smiled as he patted my hand and said, "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."
True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.
On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the
needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.
I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him, "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?"
He smiled as he patted my hand and said, "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."
True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
In Loving Memory....
In The Name of Allah
The Most Gracious The Most Merciful....
In honor and love of you, Oh dear Ali, I mourn...we mourn....
You are indeed the winner, as you have passed this test called "life". And God, your "professor" has determined your time to move on. Yet we have remained, so that hopefully, we may do just as well as you and pass so that we may join and be next to you...
Myself and others feel we have lost a great treasure, a beautiful and priceless gem...yet in reality we only lost you in the physical realm, yet your spirit, your laughter, your smiles, your jokes, your radiant heart, you strong character, your endless compassion, your willingness to help, your zest for life which you instilled in all of us has not died.
Indeed all of these have just awoken...
You were a friend and befriended so many, but to me, you were indeed something greater. You exemplefied beyond the call of duty, your role not only as a friend but more so as an older brother.
The countless times I called on you, and you reached out.
The countless times I needed an ear, and found years ready.
The countless times I found myself in trouble and you came to save the day. You became my super hero solely at the press of a button. You were always just a phone call away...
The countless times I almost felt alone, only to turn around and see your shadow; right behind me.
The countless times I was in need of advice, and you always had an answer. Not just any answer, but the best and most practical.
The countless times I was scared, and you taught me to face them, to take risks, to be bold...you taught me to never fear anyone or anything but God.
You were and will continue to be the source of inspiration not only for me, but for everyone who you have left behind. I hope, that as you look down upon me, and all of us, you can smile and be proud. Know that you did so much right.
I regret not calling that night.....I regret not seizing the moment as you taught me. I regret not reaching out..........
I am writing this so that I may not only share my pain and grief of having lost you; but more so, to let everyone know what an amazingly beautiful human being you were. And how you instilled so much in all of us, and how you taught us so many valuable lessons.
Anyone who knew you would talk about that special and unique glow in your eyes, and the warmth in your smile. That was your trademark Ali jaan....that was your trademark. The trademark of compassion, warmth, endless and selfless sincerity.
You were indeed, the most selfless person I came to know in my life, and for that I am thankful to God.
I am thankful that I was blessed to have your unique presence as long as I did; and now, I will continue to remember you by the beautiful messages and lessons you taught me and left behind.
This message in no way does you the much deserved justice, but it is for what it's worth, my small attempt to express my thoughts, feelings and endless gratitude.
Ali jaan...I promise you to do one thing, and that is never to allow anyone to forget you; and for those who didn't know you, I will introduce you....
I........
will..........
introduce you....
The Most Gracious The Most Merciful....
In honor and love of you, Oh dear Ali, I mourn...we mourn....
You are indeed the winner, as you have passed this test called "life". And God, your "professor" has determined your time to move on. Yet we have remained, so that hopefully, we may do just as well as you and pass so that we may join and be next to you...
Myself and others feel we have lost a great treasure, a beautiful and priceless gem...yet in reality we only lost you in the physical realm, yet your spirit, your laughter, your smiles, your jokes, your radiant heart, you strong character, your endless compassion, your willingness to help, your zest for life which you instilled in all of us has not died.
Indeed all of these have just awoken...
You were a friend and befriended so many, but to me, you were indeed something greater. You exemplefied beyond the call of duty, your role not only as a friend but more so as an older brother.
The countless times I called on you, and you reached out.
The countless times I needed an ear, and found years ready.
The countless times I found myself in trouble and you came to save the day. You became my super hero solely at the press of a button. You were always just a phone call away...
The countless times I almost felt alone, only to turn around and see your shadow; right behind me.
The countless times I was in need of advice, and you always had an answer. Not just any answer, but the best and most practical.
The countless times I was scared, and you taught me to face them, to take risks, to be bold...you taught me to never fear anyone or anything but God.
You were and will continue to be the source of inspiration not only for me, but for everyone who you have left behind. I hope, that as you look down upon me, and all of us, you can smile and be proud. Know that you did so much right.
I regret not calling that night.....I regret not seizing the moment as you taught me. I regret not reaching out..........
I am writing this so that I may not only share my pain and grief of having lost you; but more so, to let everyone know what an amazingly beautiful human being you were. And how you instilled so much in all of us, and how you taught us so many valuable lessons.
Anyone who knew you would talk about that special and unique glow in your eyes, and the warmth in your smile. That was your trademark Ali jaan....that was your trademark. The trademark of compassion, warmth, endless and selfless sincerity.
You were indeed, the most selfless person I came to know in my life, and for that I am thankful to God.
I am thankful that I was blessed to have your unique presence as long as I did; and now, I will continue to remember you by the beautiful messages and lessons you taught me and left behind.
This message in no way does you the much deserved justice, but it is for what it's worth, my small attempt to express my thoughts, feelings and endless gratitude.
Ali jaan...I promise you to do one thing, and that is never to allow anyone to forget you; and for those who didn't know you, I will introduce you....
I........
will..........
introdu
Ali Khan: Februray 16, 1979- May 31, 2008
Do YOU have ALL the answers???
1. Why is the mad who invests all your money a 'broker'?
2. Do bald men wash their head with soap or shampoo?
3. What hair color do they put on the drivers licenses of bald men?
4. Why is a person who plays a piano called a pianist but a person who drives a race car not called a racist?
5. How can sweet and sour sauce be sweet and sour at the same time?
6. If Fed Ex and UPS were to merge would they call it Fed UP?
7. Are one handed people offended when police tell them to put their hands up?
8. Why are the obituaries found in the 'living' section of the newspaper?
2. Do bald men wash their head with soap or shampoo?
3. What hair color do they put on the drivers licenses of bald men?
4. Why is a person who plays a piano called a pianist but a person who drives a race car not called a racist?
5. How can sweet and sour sauce be sweet and sour at the same time?
6. If Fed Ex and UPS were to merge would they call it Fed UP?
7. Are one handed people offended when police tell them to put their hands up?
8. Why are the obituaries found in the 'living' section of the newspaper?
Saturday, August 30, 2008
1:54 a.m.
I'm excited...awake....alive...deep in thought...nonetheless ecstatic...
all at 1:54 a.m.
Why you may be asking yourselves....
For now I will basque in this feeling of utmost delight...
all at 1:54 a.m.
all I can say now is: it's all in the Sufi's goofiness
all at 1:54 a.m. (even though it's now officially: 1:57 a.m.)
all at 1:54 a.m.
Why you may be asking yourselves....
For now I will basque in this feeling of utmost delight...
all at 1:54 a.m.
all I can say now is: it's all in the Sufi's goofiness
all at 1:54 a.m. (even though it's now officially: 1:57 a.m.)
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