November 13, 2008

The winds of yesterdays blow often and quick these days…

The scents of childhood, of youth, of growing, hit me one after another,

What times, oh what times of careless days and nights,

How they all pass, and leave only their dust behind them.

I wish I could go visit them from time to time, step out of today for a bit and live in yesterday.

I would surely come back, but just to basque in the deep comforts of childhood once more,

What would I do to enjoy that, once more.

I couldn’t ask for more from what I’ve been given to this day, its all I could’ve dreamed of.

Tommorrow I dare not ask about, leave it in the cloud it resides within.

But yesterday, oh what times they were.

The running, the screaming, the falling, the tumbling, the laughing, the crying,

Screams like those don’t come anymore,

The ones that would explode so freely under the tremendous, deep blue sky, the shining sun,

And atop the lush green grasses, running, running, running through utter freedom.

The colors of children will never fade, they leave distinct footprints on the hearts.

How I laugh now, upon the frustrations and cries of youth, of the limited understandings,

Of the blindness in one eye, now that I see with two. How amusing we were…

The pains experienced in steep rises and falls of growth, now all blown away in the sands of time.

Truly, wisdom is only attained through experience, and although I haven’t walked the whole world,

I’ve seen all.

It is incredible how the world leaves you spinning while you think you’re the one standing still.

Now it’s all just become a reminiscent smile on my face, eyes in deep rememberance…

Ears listening for the fading screams of childhood.

I’m ready.

I’m ready, I’m ready to make yesterday happen tomorrow.


Ya Rasulullah…

November 9, 2008

Michelle O!

November 7, 2008


Seeing as the turn of most recent events has left us all in sights of hope & smiles, as an American woman I must post a bit on the soon to be First Lady, yes- not the President-elect , but his wife. Michelle Obama’s appearance & role alongside her husband is just of too much importance it seems. Not only does she seem to be the true embodiment of the solid, steadfast wind beneath Barack’s wings, but she does it all in utter grace, sophistication and high fashion. Considering the last two first ladies had no sense of fashion, or even a 6th sense of fashion, hehe, the White House is due to see a whole new array of ideas, energies and all too importantly, style 😉

Of course, the intellect and persona that goes behind her high looks are what count, the more I read about her academic, social, and as of recent national services 😉 the more the inspiration grows. Heres a woman who knows what it means to shine in her own light while helping her husband shine even more brightly in his.

I picked this off a dated Newsweek article, it gives a good general sense of the soon to be First Lady:

Michelle Obama was never much interested in calling attention to herself. As an undergrad at Princeton in the 1980s, she was interested in social change, but didn’t run for student government. Instead, she spent her free time running a literacy program for kids from the local neighborhoods. At Harvard Law, she took part in demonstrations demanding more minority students and professors. Yet unlike another more prominent Harvard Law student who would later take up the cause, she was not one to hold forth with high-flown oratory about the need for diversity. “When [Barack Obama] spoke, people got quiet and listened,” recalls Prof. Randall Kennedy. “Michelle had a more modest, quieter, lower profile.” Barack won election as president of the Law Review. Michelle put her energy into a less glamorous pursuit: recruiting black undergrads to Harvard Law from other schools. For her, politics wasn’t so much about being inspirational as it was being practical—about getting something specific done, says Charles Ogletree, one of her professors. “She was not trying to get ahead.”

She no longer has the luxury of keeping a low profile. Now a very public figure, Michelle has accepted the role of aspiring First Lady and the sometimes uncomfortable scrutiny that comes with it. On the campaign trail, she is sometimes slated as the opening act, introducing Barack to the audience. Direct and plain-spoken, with an edgy sense of humor uncommon in a political spouse, she complements her husband’s more grandiose style. She can be tough, and even a little steely, an attitude that stems, at least in part, from wanting to live up to the high expectations her father set for her. She wants to change the world, but she also wants to win this thing now that they’re so deeply invested. If his loftiness can set him apart from the crowd, her bluntness draws them in. Standing up before large audiences wasn’t easy at first. “I’ve never participated at this level in any of his campaigns,” she told NEWSWEEK last week. “I have usually chosen to just appear when necessary.”

From the beginning of the campaign, Michelle made it clear to her husband that she would give the effort her all (“We need to be in there now, while we’re still fresh and open and fearless and bold,” she told Vanity Fair last December), but not at the expense of family life. At two meetings with the candidate and his political aides shortly before he announced his intention to run, she grilled them about particulars, practical concerns that had nothing to do with his sweeping themes of “hope” and “change.” What demands would the campaign place on their lives? Where would the money come from? Could they really take on the Clinton machine and win, or was this just an extended ego trip? “She didn’t want Barack to launch some kind of empty effort here,” says senior strategist David Axelrod.

Michelle also raised concerns about her husband’s safety. It was one of the first questions her own family had asked her when she first aired the possibility of running. He would soon be assigned Secret Service protection very early in the campaign, in response to the huge crowds he was drawing and threatening e-mails. Michelle, who now has a security team of her own, does not like to discuss the possibility of Barack’s getting hurt. “We are grateful the Secret Service is a part of it,” she told NEWSWEEK last summer. “I’m probably more grateful than Barack, who loves to live a very normal life. This is the first sign that our lives aren’t normal.” -> rest of article,


Vanity Fair too if you’re interested :

Barack Mubarak 🙂

Words of…

November 5, 2008

An interview I found with Shaykh Hamza, on PBS- from Dec. of 2007. 

Always a pleasure to hear this man’s words. 

Q: Linden MacIntyre: What are the roots of Muslim rage?

A: Hamza Yusuf: If you had one word to describe the root of all this rage, it’s humiliation. Arabs in particular are extremely proud people. If you look at what happened in Lebanon recently, the Arabs kind of raised their head– they think it’s a big victory, the fact that their whole country was destroyed and over a thousand people were killed, many of them children. Why is it a victory? Because they fought back. That’s all. “OK, you can crush us into the Earth, but you’re not going to get us to submit.” And I think that’s deeply rooted in Muslim consciousness, the idea of not submitting to anything other than God. “You can abuse me, but you’re not going to win me over. But if you treat me with respect and dignity, I’m going to fall in love with you. I’m going to sing your praises all over the world because you’re powerful and you treated me with human dignity.”

Q: Where do they see the proof of the humiliation?

A: It’s everywhere. You don’t think it’s humiliating to have a foreign force come into your land? You see, Muslims don’t have this nation state idea. There’s a tribe called Bani Tamin. It’s one of the biggest tribes in Saudi Arabia and in Iraq, and they’re intermarried. The West doesn’t seem to understand that. The Moroccans feel the Iraqi pain as their own. It’s one pain. So when you see some American soldier banging down a door and coming into a house with all these women in utter fear who’ve done nothing, that’s humiliation, and it’s going to enrage people. And what are we doing there? There are no weapons of mass destruction. They were never a threat to us. You know, Shakespeare wrote a play called Julius Caesar, and it was all about the danger of pre-emptive strikes. Brutus is convinced by Cassius to kill Caesar. Why? Because Caesar’s ambitious, because he might declare himself king. And the end of that play, everybody dies; it’s just disaster. That’s the tragedy of pre-emptive strikes.



November 2, 2008

Subhan’Allah, the beauty of the Beloved spoken from the purity of youth ~

(Taken from


November 2, 2008

One day You will take my heart completely

and make it more fiery than a dragon.

Your eyelashes will write on my heart

the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.

The Way has been marked out.

 If you depart from it, you will perish.

If you try to interfere with the signs on the road,

you will be an evil-doer.

~ Learn to follow the beat of the heart.