Which of Allah's favours can we deny?
Above all creatures, he chose us to be high
To him we belong, to hime is our return
Life in this world is only sojourn
To the angels he commanded that man be respected
Shaytaan heeded not and so was he rejected
Compared to the angels we are but clay
As long as Allah we obey, we'll not go astray
As the best of his creation only us did he deem
This for us is honour this high esteem
His qudrat it is that cause winds to blow
He gives us provision so that we may grow
To lead man astray, shaytaan made a vow
None can mislead us if to Allah we bow
It's a task to be free from shaytaan's treachery
Iman is our weapon, it's Allah's mercy
Allah is our creator, he gave us dignity
We face evil each day, in him there is serenity
At the time appointed the world shall perish
Hope for hereafter's success is what we cherish
To show the way he sent prophets to guide
Life may be pleasant, his laws we must abide
Muhammed was the last, rahmatullil-aalameen
Through him Allah sent al-qur'aan al-mubeen
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
I MISS THAT TIME...
hmm...it is not the matter of losing thing but losing something inside here. inside your heart. the feeling of emptiness, the feeling of loneliness and the feeling of missing... which cannot simply filled by those around you.which can only be filled by spending some times with him...alone, reading all his words, hearing all his words being recite by someone, speak to him in your own way...begging hm to love you, begging him to help you, begging him to give you happiness and calm, motivation, wealth, health, and strength, begging him to also give others surrounding you happiness...i really miss that time...when will it comes again? after sooo many haha gaga...after so many mistakes....i really hope to get the time back
i miss that time...really miss it. miss him sooo much...don't know how and when can i spend time talking to him, reciting all his words with full understanding, i miss him. i really want to be near him telling him again and again that i miss him....hmm...i can't speak anymore. i can only say that i miss him, really miss that time...
i miss that time...really miss it. miss him sooo much...don't know how and when can i spend time talking to him, reciting all his words with full understanding, i miss him. i really want to be near him telling him again and again that i miss him....hmm...i can't speak anymore. i can only say that i miss him, really miss that time...
Sunday, October 11, 2009
pizza in his pocket
he he...last week i heard this song in IKIM and i think this song worth to sahre with everybody especially those who like to eat. I...mmmm...long time before, now i have repent and don't eat much anymore.
...i hope you enjoy the song
Pizza in his pocket
By : Zain Bhikha
Did you ever hear about the boy
Who ate and ate and ate!
He ate early in the morning
And he ate when it was late.
But he didn’t thank Allah for all the yummy food he had
And he ate so much it made him sick!
Which really made him sad.
He ate dates in Damascus, which he thought were very nice.
And hot samoosas in Sumatra, seasoned with a special spice.
He had tacos in Tijuana with some sauce he got from Spain
And a bowl of fresh bakalava that he bartered in Bahrain.
He said gyros made in Cairo are a taste that can’t be beat,
And the lemonade in Yemen made a very special treat.
But the turkey made in Turkey
Could still use a pinch of salt.
If you ever visit Malta, you should
Have a chocolate malt!
He had pizza in his pocket, he had ketchup on his shirt,
And he bought an ice-cream sundae, so he wouldn’t miss dessert.
He had pizza in his pocket, he had ketchup on his shirt,
And he bought an ice-cream sundae, so he wouldn’t miss dessert.
On a bay in the Bahamas,
He ate bon-bons in a bunch.
And then he rushed back
Home so he could make it
Just in time for lunch!
Then one day he saw a little girl, who held her tummy tight,
And he walked over and asked her if everything was alright.
She said she was so hungry and had been hungry for so long,
Then he realized the way he ate was very very wrong.
He looked down at his own tummy and he started feeling pain-
Pain from eating too much food, but he knew not to complain.
So he brought the girl some food, shared it with her family,
Then they thanked Allah for what they had, and then he let them be.
So let’s try to learn a lesson and let’s try to do what’s right.
Eat the food your parents give you without a fuss or fight.
Always be thankful to Allah for all your yummy food,
Share what you have with others, because not sharing is rude.
Being thankful is what’s really great.
Eat the veggies on your plate.
And don’t be like the boy who always ate and ate and ate!
He had pizza in his pocket, he had ketchup on his shirt,
And he bought an ice-cream sundae, so he wouldn’t miss dessert.
He had pizza in his pocket, he had ketchup on his shirt,
And he bought an ice-cream sundae, so he wouldn’t miss dessert.
Being thankful is what’s really great.
Eat the veggies on your plate.
And don’t be like the boy who always ate and ate and ate!
...i hope you enjoy the song
Pizza in his pocket
By : Zain Bhikha
Did you ever hear about the boy
Who ate and ate and ate!
He ate early in the morning
And he ate when it was late.
But he didn’t thank Allah for all the yummy food he had
And he ate so much it made him sick!
Which really made him sad.
He ate dates in Damascus, which he thought were very nice.
And hot samoosas in Sumatra, seasoned with a special spice.
He had tacos in Tijuana with some sauce he got from Spain
And a bowl of fresh bakalava that he bartered in Bahrain.
He said gyros made in Cairo are a taste that can’t be beat,
And the lemonade in Yemen made a very special treat.
But the turkey made in Turkey
Could still use a pinch of salt.
If you ever visit Malta, you should
Have a chocolate malt!
He had pizza in his pocket, he had ketchup on his shirt,
And he bought an ice-cream sundae, so he wouldn’t miss dessert.
He had pizza in his pocket, he had ketchup on his shirt,
And he bought an ice-cream sundae, so he wouldn’t miss dessert.
On a bay in the Bahamas,
He ate bon-bons in a bunch.
And then he rushed back
Home so he could make it
Just in time for lunch!
Then one day he saw a little girl, who held her tummy tight,
And he walked over and asked her if everything was alright.
She said she was so hungry and had been hungry for so long,
Then he realized the way he ate was very very wrong.
He looked down at his own tummy and he started feeling pain-
Pain from eating too much food, but he knew not to complain.
So he brought the girl some food, shared it with her family,
Then they thanked Allah for what they had, and then he let them be.
So let’s try to learn a lesson and let’s try to do what’s right.
Eat the food your parents give you without a fuss or fight.
Always be thankful to Allah for all your yummy food,
Share what you have with others, because not sharing is rude.
Being thankful is what’s really great.
Eat the veggies on your plate.
And don’t be like the boy who always ate and ate and ate!
He had pizza in his pocket, he had ketchup on his shirt,
And he bought an ice-cream sundae, so he wouldn’t miss dessert.
He had pizza in his pocket, he had ketchup on his shirt,
And he bought an ice-cream sundae, so he wouldn’t miss dessert.
Being thankful is what’s really great.
Eat the veggies on your plate.
And don’t be like the boy who always ate and ate and ate!
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