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Written by Judy Nelson-eldawy
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Tuesday, 16 October 2007 14:56 |
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WRITE! said my soul. CREATE! EMOTE! Yet nothing inspired So nothing was wrote. |
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Last Updated on Monday, 12 November 2007 12:39 |
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Written by Luqman Ahmad
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Friday, 19 October 2007 08:11 |
Islam, Muslims and the Moral Imperative A Post Ramadan Challenge by Imam Abu Laith Luqman Ahmad Some aspirations of the global Muslim community are purely optional; participating in the Olympics, seeing who can build the biggest masjid, and holding star studded fundraisers. Others are crucial responsibilities to which we are perpetually obligated. Assuming the Islamic moral imperative is a responsibility from which Muslims cannot escape. In the scheme of the modern global civilization, the Muslims peoples are obligated to be beacons of morality and guidance for the world. Now before some of you chuckle, sigh, or gasp, let me explain. Allah has unequivocally declared; ÙÙÙÙØªÙÙÙÙ Ù
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ÙÙÙÙÙØÙÙÙÙ “Let there arise out of you a band of people inviting to all that is good, enjoining what is right, and forbidding what is wrong: They are the ones to attain felicity.”3:104 |
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Written by Administrator
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Monday, 03 September 2007 18:58 |
As the pages keep turning and the scenes of life come after another, she approaches a sudden halt in her life…
She paused and allowed the world to keep spinning while she moved out and watched as an outsider… Spiritually, she had reached a stage where she was hit badly, bruised, hammered, battered, and shattered; whatever you want to call it. This stop was indeed, a vital one for her, as well as every Muslim as each and every one of us gets caught up in the waves of the world and the hustles of life… |
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Last Updated on Tuesday, 09 October 2007 04:46 |
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Written by Administrator
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Tuesday, 17 July 2007 18:23 |
I looked at the sky then I looked at the earth, I looked at the sky again, There was no similarity between the two, Except that both were dark, black, and clouded. I looked at myself then I looked at the mirror, I looked at myself again, There was no similarity between the two; me and my image, Except that both were dream-like, dreary and desolate. |
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Last Updated on Thursday, 27 September 2007 12:33 |
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Written by Administrator
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Tuesday, 12 June 2007 09:41 |
Rise, Rise. The dawning of a new day. Suburbs lay quiet, resting under the blanket of morning clouds, only the tree tops and buildings remain visible. |
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Last Updated on Thursday, 27 September 2007 12:34 |
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