<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6989542257095648873</id><updated>2011-08-01T10:38:20.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballighu, Isma-u..</title><subtitle type='html'>"Ballighu `anni walau aayah – tell them about me  even if it is only one verse."  I am now seeking traveling companions for this journey – to bring Islam back to the Muslim (check one box: Friday / Bi-Annual / Tomorrow / Occasional), to streamline our societies back to startlingly simple truths, to invite other wayfarers and nomads to our beautiful way of life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballighu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6989542257095648873/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballighu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Farzana Kader</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02413072198247965195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/album/3/921/5988921.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6989542257095648873.post-1779322960599598037</id><published>2009-09-05T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T05:25:34.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yearning, plus one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how i miss You -&lt;br /&gt;around, behind,&lt;br /&gt;in front of,&lt;br /&gt;far, near,&lt;br /&gt;open,&lt;br /&gt;dear, very dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the night murders&lt;br /&gt;its dreams,&lt;br /&gt;and the carcasses lay&lt;br /&gt;strewn about;&lt;br /&gt;when reason rages&lt;br /&gt;hard against&lt;br /&gt;a dying passion;&lt;br /&gt;when eyes sleep&lt;br /&gt;and thoughts float&lt;br /&gt;about recklessly -&lt;br /&gt;when one realm&lt;br /&gt;merges seamlessly&lt;br /&gt;into another,&lt;br /&gt;i talk to You, my love -&lt;br /&gt;a heart softened&lt;br /&gt;by your grace,&lt;br /&gt;a furtive, secret call,&lt;br /&gt;a conversation&lt;br /&gt;carried,&lt;br /&gt;unseen, unheard by everyone&lt;br /&gt;but You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday, with every single&lt;br /&gt;passing cloud, hills and trees,&lt;br /&gt;raspy breath, wide eyes beset with tears,&lt;br /&gt;trembling hands, or smiling cheeks -&lt;br /&gt;through&lt;br /&gt;every single one of these,&lt;br /&gt;i think,&lt;br /&gt;think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the face i yearn for,&lt;br /&gt;the tryst i so desire,&lt;br /&gt;the love i long for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i miss You -&lt;br /&gt;my love, all over again.&lt;br /&gt;you never left me&lt;br /&gt;once, nor&lt;br /&gt;waged against me,&lt;br /&gt;my heedlessness;&lt;br /&gt;instead you pulled me&lt;br /&gt;close to You,&lt;br /&gt;lead me to&lt;br /&gt;peace, happiness&lt;br /&gt;and beauty;&lt;br /&gt;a heart reborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish You&lt;br /&gt;would be&lt;br /&gt;my step and grasp&lt;br /&gt;and touch,&lt;br /&gt;my hearing and&lt;br /&gt;my sight -&lt;br /&gt;all of these, my Rabb, my God, my Allah;&lt;br /&gt;and more,&lt;br /&gt;before the day&lt;br /&gt;i return to You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6989542257095648873-1779322960599598037?l=ballighu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballighu.blogspot.com/feeds/1779322960599598037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6989542257095648873&amp;postID=1779322960599598037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6989542257095648873/posts/default/1779322960599598037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6989542257095648873/posts/default/1779322960599598037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballighu.blogspot.com/2009/09/yearning-plus-one.html' title='yearning, plus one'/><author><name>Farzana Kader</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02413072198247965195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/album/3/921/5988921.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6989542257095648873.post-3109877411565109533</id><published>2008-07-31T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:33:21.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to Be, or not to Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When one sits to ponder about who this Allah really is, (or, God, higher being, creator - whatever you will - since the word Allah is linguistically just the Arabic word for such a power) plenty of adjectives come to mind. Allah asks us to, after accepting and acknowledging Him, to contemplate on his words.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"(This is) a Book (the Qur'an) which we have sent down to you, full of blessings, that they may ponder over its Verses, and that men of understanding may remember."  (Qur'an 38:29)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He speaks to you and me, trusting in our intelligence, that He may appeal to us to save our own souls. Allah, the mighty, the sublime, has all of creation to bow to him. You and I, on the other hand, was born alone, will die alone. Ponder over the query of whether Allah has more need and/or use of us, or us of Him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Personally, it was when I was at the lowest ebb of my life that I started to contemplate on the message of Islam. Like all of humanity, I was selfish in my quest for knowledge. I would feel pain spearing through my insides, and my need to seek solace would inevitably surface. It is probably one of the hazards of being born into a Muslim family - since Islam is always there in our lives as a background element, we always, always take it for granted. Why learn about something that you've 'known' since you started talking, right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It is to all of the people who can relate to this former ghost of me that I would like to talk to. The greatest tragedy in life is not to never have something, but to have it and never realise what it is until it is too late. If, like me, you too have fallen in prostration, prayed, fasted, read the Qur'an, raised your hands in dua at all the appropriate moments, but never ever asked yourself for a single moment why you were doing it, you have missed out on the beauty of your faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The reward of faith is a multi-layered, complex process. True we are promised this hedonistic &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paradise&lt;/st1:place&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jannah&lt;/span&gt; "that which no eye has ever seen". True we get to party with all the cool &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahlal-Jannah&lt;/span&gt; (people of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paradise&lt;/st1:place&gt;) we've only heard about and dreamed about all our lives. I mean, who wouldn't want to meet the dashing Omar ibn Khattab(RA), or the dignified Abu Bakr (RA), or the greatest Prophet Mohammed (SAW) whom words cannot do justice to? Imagine all this being within your reach. Be selfish! Have you ever heard a faith encouraging you to be selfish? Well, here it is; ISLAM - the coolest, most radical concept of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We normally hear about people sacrificing their lives to serve God, to live for the sake of other people alone, to not seek happiness as an ends in itself. Eastern philosophies encourage you to negate the concept of the self; let it dissolve into the universe, be one with the creation. Islam tells you to celebrate the concept of the self, work towards its eternal bliss, and be this hedonistic party animal once the gate-keepers of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jannah&lt;/span&gt; open their doors to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The path to this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jannah&lt;/span&gt; lies in two words - "Be Conscious." If we really, truly love someone, we make an honest effort to be the way the person wants us to be. Some of us even radically alter our lifestyles for that person. We give up our jobs, move to a different city, change our food habits, dress differently - the list could go on. All this for a person whom you met a short time ago, and, if you're lucky, will live with for a short time. And, yet, this relationship will be a mutual relationship - give/take, "I cook / You clean". &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;However, our relationship with Allah is not an equitable one by any means. We take and take and take; how much do we even think of giving back? Even if we did give something back, it would not be a fair exchange by any means. Yet, Allah being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ar-Raheem&lt;/span&gt; (the Merciful), will not hold that against you AS LONG AS you are conscious of Him. Not to forget the fact that even your consciousness of Him will be more beneficial to you in this life first, and then in the Hereafter. It will bring you an unbridled joy that you never deemed possible. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;On the authority of Abu Huraira (may Allah be pleased with him), the Prophet Mohammed (SAW) said, "Allah, the Almighty says, 'I am as my servant thinks I am. I am with him when he makes mention of me. If he makes mention of me to himself, I make mention of him to myself. If he makes mention of me in an assembly, I make mention of him in an assembly better than that. And if he draws near to me a hand's span, I draw near to him an arm's length. And if he draws near to me an arm's length, I draw near to him a fathom's length. And if he comes to me walking, I go to him running'."&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The next time you feel anger rising within you, and you want to scream at the person in front of you, hold yourself back for one second and ask yourself, "Would Allah want me to do this?" The next time a person asks you to give him some food, ask yourself, "Would Allah be pleased with this?" The next time you look at your mother, smile at her and ask yourself, "Is Allah smiling back at me?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He doesn't need to say anything for you to know the answer to that. You know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6989542257095648873-3109877411565109533?l=ballighu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballighu.blogspot.com/feeds/3109877411565109533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6989542257095648873&amp;postID=3109877411565109533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6989542257095648873/posts/default/3109877411565109533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6989542257095648873/posts/default/3109877411565109533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballighu.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='to Be, or not to Be'/><author><name>Farzana Kader</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02413072198247965195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/album/3/921/5988921.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6989542257095648873.post-5076207713142247848</id><published>2008-07-30T12:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:30:35.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Scenario-War-Scenario</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scenario # 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A long long time ago, when the heavens and the earth were created, man was also created - the first man that most of civilization acknowledges. This man, Adam, along with his wife, Eve, procreated and a series of incidents later, humankind, as we know it, was formed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scenario # 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A big explosion happened in a dark, dreary universe. Some huge shards of matter met and decided to agglomerate for an unspecified period of time. Masses hadn't really decided which 'cool' group they wanted to be a part of. So, they kept moving around, indecisive, for a few million years. And then some animate cells were specially flown in from outer space - the same place where the inanimate matter originated too. These cells had an IQ of 2,398,459. So much so that they know exactly how to get together and have a party AND create the complex human body. Okay, the complex monkey body, and that in turn 'evolved' into you, me, and the hot girl next door. Not to forget the inanimate matter that became rivers and valleys and mountains and sand and snow and trees. Some seriously convenient 'accident' that was! On a side note, I really wish that my rotting piece of mozzarella could 'create' some cows or ants or some such beautiful creature. Why do I get stuck with rotting green goo? *sob sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lame attempts at humour aside, how does Scenario # 1 compare with Scenario # 2? Is it really THAT difficult to imagine that the beautiful human body, with all its complexities, was designed and created by a brilliance that the average human mind cannot perceive? Personally, I can't even fix a broken computer, let alone attempt to know everything about everything that ever was. So, even my limited intelligence (or the lack thereof!) tells me that some ingenious, supernatural being, commonly called God, created all of this and then some more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now that we've established the existence of God, we move onto the acknowledgment of this God. What if I told you that Islam is merely the acknowledgment of this God? Forget the cultural stereotypes, the gun-toting video terrorists, the black-clad women, quadruple wives, bearded men shouting fervent slogans. Forget all of that. Just understand that this God, who gave you everything that you have, just wants you to acknowledge His presence. Simple. If this is what you believe, then you are already a believer in Islam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once you've taken this step, you're going to know that immediately on the heels of acknowledgment is submission to this God. There is no point in mere acknowledgment without any action, is there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“I did not create the Jinn and mankind except to worship Me.” (Quran 51:56)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This submission, in Islam, is within a framework - simplified and streamline for us mortals to follow easily. You and I cannot get together over a cup of coffee and decide what is the appropriate amount of worship due to a creator of such stature. Hence Allah, or God, decided to be more merciful; He simplified, decided and communicated this code of worship to us through some special people (called Prophets) and books. A very effective exercise in communication, if you ask me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ponder over these simple truths.Simple enough for your 2-year-old son to understand before you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6989542257095648873-5076207713142247848?l=ballighu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballighu.blogspot.com/feeds/5076207713142247848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6989542257095648873&amp;postID=5076207713142247848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6989542257095648873/posts/default/5076207713142247848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6989542257095648873/posts/default/5076207713142247848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballighu.blogspot.com/2008/07/scenario-war-scenario.html' title='the Scenario-War-Scenario'/><author><name>Farzana Kader</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02413072198247965195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/album/3/921/5988921.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6989542257095648873.post-5244932663561661703</id><published>2008-07-28T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:31:50.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>close, Open</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Some incidents in our life force us to sit up and take stock of ourselves, our choices, our way of life, our beliefs, and, most importantly, our intentions. This credo applies to everyone – young, old, fat, thin, black, white, vegan, carnivore, scavenger, or monarch. You could be a kippah-sporting Jew, a fire-walking mystic, a tree-worshipping pantheist – these points of forced introspection cut across religious, social, cultural and linguistic delineations. No one is spared nor ignored. In Arabic, these trials are known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fitan&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sing.Fitna&lt;/span&gt;). Although a literal transliteration is not possible, it loosely refers to the tests that humankind are put through – both as a group and on a personal level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fitna&lt;/span&gt; that one’s faith truly comes to the fray. The man who vehemently denies the existence of God his entire life is suddenly known to have called out to a higher being in moments of utter crises. As Allah describes in the Quran:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“And when harm touches you upon the sea, those that you call upon vanish from you except Him (Allah Alone). But when He brings you safe to land, you turn away (from Him). And man is ever ungrateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you then feel secure that He will not cause a side of the land to swallow you up, or that He will not send against you a violent sandstorm? Then, you shall find no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wakil&lt;/span&gt; (guardian – one to guard you from the torment).” (Qur'an 17:67-68)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam is referred to as one of the major world religions, the fastest growing religion in the world. I find the need to strongly refute the claim. Islam does not and should not stake a claim to being a religion. To cut it a bit clearer, Islam is NOT a religion. Critics of Islam say that Islam is not religion, but a political movement, an ideology set to conquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me Islam is none of that – not a set of beliefs, not a political movement, not a window to the world. Islam is a way of life. Islam is not the rose-tinted glasses through which I see the world; it is both the eyes that see, and the world that it sees. Ironically, through this world that we see, we earn the worlds “that no eye has ever seen”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aslama&lt;/span&gt;, “to accept, to surrender, to submit”, the verbal noun Islam is derived. For those who believe that the basic duties of a Muslim are just fluff, and Allah, in his infinite power and mercy, will save them from the hellfire even though they didn’t bother about him all their lives, really only sit around in their state of infinite denial. Infinite denial and infinite power are not directly proportional to each other; rather one cancels the other out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you put that juicy piece of chicken to your lips, think about the one who gave you the teeth to bite into it, the throat to swallow it, the stomach to digest it, the eyes to see it, the brain that tells you that you want it. Close your eyes, which Allah gave you, for one second and think about Him who gave them to you. That’s not too much for Him to ask, is it? Just contemplate... one blinking-of-an-eye at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6989542257095648873-5244932663561661703?l=ballighu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballighu.blogspot.com/feeds/5244932663561661703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6989542257095648873&amp;postID=5244932663561661703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6989542257095648873/posts/default/5244932663561661703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6989542257095648873/posts/default/5244932663561661703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballighu.blogspot.com/2008/07/close-open.html' title='close, Open'/><author><name>Farzana Kader</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02413072198247965195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/album/3/921/5988921.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6989542257095648873.post-636804657807013282</id><published>2008-07-27T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:32:33.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why listen; why communicate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ballighu `anni walau aayah – tell them about me (communicate my message), even if it is only one verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of contemplating on these words of the beloved Prophet Mohammed (may the Peace and Blessings of Allah be upon Him), I was startled by the simple veracity of it all. Stuttering my way through Arabic sentences, stumbling between mixed-up tenses, being awakened by big, fat Arabic prepositions coming after me with knives, seeking revenge for my poor treatment of them, I am really coming to grips with the importance of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ilm&lt;/span&gt; or knowledge. Never mind the fact that I live in perpetual fear of the big, fat prepositions! I am now seeking traveling companions for this journey – to bring Islam back to the Muslim (check one box: Friday / Bi-Annual / Tomorrow / Occasional), to streamline our societies back to startlingly simple truths, to invite other wayfarers and nomads to our beautiful way of life. Fly, fly into eternal bliss, and carry with you the world on your wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6989542257095648873-636804657807013282?l=ballighu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballighu.blogspot.com/feeds/636804657807013282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6989542257095648873&amp;postID=636804657807013282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6989542257095648873/posts/default/636804657807013282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6989542257095648873/posts/default/636804657807013282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballighu.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-listen-why-communicate.html' title='why listen; why communicate?'/><author><name>Farzana Kader</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02413072198247965195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/album/3/921/5988921.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
