Someone
someone is dressing up for death today, a change of skirt or tie
eating a final feast of buttered sliced pan, tea
scarcely having noticed the erection that was his last
shaving his face to marble for the icy laying out
spraying with deodorant her coarse armpit grass
someone today is leaving home on business
saluting, terminally, the neighbours who will join in the cortege
someone is paring his nails for the last time, a precious moment
someone's waist will not be marked with elastic in the future
someone is putting out milkbottles for a day that will not come
someone's fresh breath is about to be taken clean away
someone is writing a cheque that will be rejected as 'drawer deceased'
someone is circling posthumous dates on a calendar
someone is listening to an irrelevant weather forecast
someone is making rash promises to friends
someone's coffin is being sanded, laminated, shined
who feels this morning quite as well as ever
someone if asked would find nothing remarkable in today's date
perfume and goodbyes her final will and testament
someone today is seeing the world for the last time
as innocently as he had seen it first
-DO'D

I don't need another kind of green to know I'm on the right side with you
So go and drift away from me
adopt some new philosophy
that doesn't hold the two of us in mind
move into someone else's place
stare into some other's eyes
and slowly only come to realize
that you didn't need another kind of green to know
that I'm on the right side
that you're on the right side
you don't need to lose it to know that you
had it good.
-JM

I have my cal final at 1030 am tommorrow. Keep me in your du'as. I hope you're not drowning anymore.

Living in a place where muslims are a minority has its own set of emotional and social baggage. For one, you always represent Islam. While doning hijab, you are identified as a muslim, and all of your actions and words become those of a "muslim woman." People may not conciously, or actively understand that they think this way, but they do. You carry Islam with you wherever you are. Your frustrations, anger, joy, sadness, and laughter are not simply yours, but of every muslim.

How do I know this? I am often the first (and only) muslim these people will meet. They have no other personal experience with a muslim. When they talk about muslims, I am the person they are thinking about (along with OBL).

Sometimes the weight of this, makes me sad. I know I suck. I don't want my suckiness to reflect on Islam or leave them with an impression that all muslims suck like me.

I feel guilty because I bhangra-ed without you.

I'll never tell you
I love you
you'll be on top and
you'll have me right
where you want me
I'll reek of you, your power
some exerting others absorbing
the shocks.
I feel the vibrations of your voice
and the echoes of your thoughts
on park benches. I gasp as you
exhale. Breathing in,
what you breathe out.
I'll never tell you
I love you (again).

I have never met a man who didn't want to be loved. But I have seldom met a man who didn't fear marriage. Something about the closure seems constricting, not enabling. Marriage seems easier to understand for what it cuts out of our lives than for what it makes possible within our lives. When I was younger this fear immobilized me.

I did not want to make a mistake. I saw my friends get married for reasons of social acceptability, or sexual fever, or just because they thought it was the logical thing to do. Then I watched, as they and their partners became embittered and petty in their dealings with each other. I looked at older couples and saw, at best, mutual toleration of each other. I imagined a lifetime of loveless nights and bickering days and could not imagine subjecting myself or someone else to such a fate.

And yet, on rare occasions, I would see old couples who somehow seemed to glow in each other's presence. They seemed really in love, not just dependent upon each other and tolerant of each other's foibles.




It was an astounding sight, and it seemed impossible. How, I asked myself, can they have survived so many years of sameness, so much irritation at the others habits? What keeps love alive in them, when most of us seem unable to even stay together, much less love each other?




The central secret seems to be in choosing well. There is something to the claim of fundamental compatibility. Good people can create a bad relationship, even though they both dearly want the relationship to succeed. It is important to find someone with whom you can create a good relationship from the outset. Unfortunately, it is hard to see clearly in the early stages.




Sexual hunger draws you to each other and colors the way you see yourselves together. It blinds you to the thousands of little things by which relationships eventually survive or fail. You need to find a way to see beyond this initial overwhelming sexual fascination.




Some people choose to involve themselves sexually and ride out the most heated period of sexual attraction in order to see what is on the other side. This can work, but it can also leave a trail of wounded hearts. Others deny the sexual side altogether in an attempt to get to know each other apart from their sexuality. But they cannot see clearly, because the presence of unfulfilled sexual desire looms so large that it keeps them from having any normal perception of what life would be like together.




The truly lucky people are the ones who manage to become long-time friends before they realize they are attracted to each other. They get to know each other's laughs, passions, sadness, and fears. They see each other at their worst and at their best. They share time together before they get swept up into the entangling intimacy of their sexuality. This is the ideal, but not often possible. If you fall under the spell of your sexual attraction immediately, you need to look beyond it for other keys to compatibility.


One of these is laughter. Laughter tells you how much you will enjoy each other's company over the long term. If your laughter together is good and healthy, and not at the expense of others, then you have a healthy relationship to the world. Laughter is the child of surprise. If you can make each other laugh, you can always surprise each other. And if you can always surprise each other, you can always keep the world around you new.

Beware of a relationship in which there is no laughter. Even the most intimate relationships based only on seriousness, have a tendency to turn sour. Over time, sharing a common serious viewpoint on the world tends to turn you against those who do not share the same viewpoint, and your relationship can become based on being critical together.




After laughter, look for a partner who deals with the world in a way you respect. When two people first get together, they tend to see their relationship as existing only in the space between the two of them. They find each other endlessly fascinating, and the overwhelming power of the emotions they are sharing obscures the outside world. As the relationship ages and grows, the outside world becomes important again. If your partner treats people or circumstances in a way you can't accept, you will inevitably come to grief.

Look at the way she cares for others and deals with the daily affairs of life. If that makes you love her more, your love will grow. If it does not, be careful. If you do not respect the way you each deal with the world around you, eventually the two of you will not respect each other.




Look also at how your partner confronts the mysteries of life. We live on the cusp of poetry and practicality, and the real life of the heart resides in the poetic. If one of you is deeply affected by the mystery of the unseen in life and relationships, while the other is drawn only to the literal and the practical, you must take care that the distance does not become an unbridgeable gap that leaves you each feeling isolated and misunderstood.

There are many other keys, but you must find them by yourself. We all have unchangeable parts of our hearts that we will not betray and private commitments to a vision of life that we will not deny. If you fall in love with someone who cannot nourish those inviolable parts of you, or if you cannot nourish them in her, you will find yourselves growing further apart until you live in separate worlds where you share the business of life, but never touch each other where the heart lives and dreams.

From there, it is only a small leap to the cataloguing of petty hurts and daily failures that leaves so many couples bitter and unsatisfied with their mates.




So, choose carefully and well. If you do, you will have chosen a partner with whom you can grow, and then the real miracle of marriage can take place in your hearts. I pick my words carefully when I speak of a miracle. But I think it is not too strong a word.

There is a miracle in marriage. It is called transformation. Transformation is one of the most common events of nature. The seed becomes the flower. The cocoon becomes the butterfly. Winter becomes spring and love becomes a child. We never question these, because we see them around us every day. To us they are not miracles, though if we did not know them they would be impossible to believe.




Marriage is a transformation we choose to make. Our love is planted like a seed, and in time it begins to flower. We cannot know the flower that will blossom, but we can be sure that a bloom will come. If you have chosen carefully and wisely, the bloom will be good. If you have chosen poorly or for the wrong reason, the bloom will be flawed.

We are quite willing to accept the reality of negative transformation in a marriage. It was negative transformation that always had me terrified of the bitter marriages that I feared when I was younger. It never occurred to me to question the dark miracle that transformed love into harshness and bitterness. Yet I was unable to accept the possibility that the first heat of love could be transformed into something positive that was actually deeper and more meaningful than the heat of fresh passion. All I could believe in was the power of this passion and the fear that when it cooled I would be left with something lesser and bitter.




But there is positive transformation as well. Like negative transformation, it results from a slow accretion of little things. But instead of death by a thousand blows, it is growth by a thousand touches of love. Two histories intermingle. Two separate beings, two separate presences, two separate consciousness come together and share a view of life that passes before them. They remain separate, but they also become one.

There is an expansion of awareness, not a closure and a constriction, as I had once feared. This is not to say that there is no tension and there are no traps. Tension and traps are part of every choice of life, from celibate to monogamous to having multiple lovers.

Each choice contains within it the lingering doubt that the road not taken somehow is more fruitful and exciting, and each becomes dulled to the richness that it alone contains. But only marriage allows life to deepen and expand and be leavened by the knowledge that two have chosen, against all odds, to become one.




Those who live together without marriage can know the pleasure of shared company, but there is a specific gravity in the marriage commitment that deepens that experience into something richer and more complex.

So do not fear marriage, just as you should not rush into it for the wrong reasons. It is an act of faith and it contains within it the power of transformation. If you believe in your heart that you have found someone with whom you are able to grow, if you have sufficient faith that you can resist the endless attraction of the road not taken and the partner not chosen, if you have the strength of heart to embrace the cycles and seasons that your love will experience, then you may be ready to seek the miracle that marriage offers. If not, then wait. The easy grace of a marriage well made is worth your patience. When the time comes, a thousand flowers will bloom… endlessly.



by Kent Nerburn
From the book
"Letters to My Son, A Father's Wisdom on Manhood, Women, Life, and Love."
Published in New York by the New World Library, 1994

ASalaam alaikum

So im off to canada...

forgive me for my transgressions against you, please.

Ma'salaam

why don't we lay out under the stars and watch the moon rise into dawn?

Its you that I'm full of hate for
Angry love efficiency packed inside me
I'm making my angry love without you.
Forgive my misgiving
And I may have gone too far
And given too much
Your taking - not enough
Forget my white gardenia
made into the messy sheets
open windows and air out
our memory
we've lingered so long
flickering from flames to
embers to ashes.
All we have to grasp are
handfuls of fleeting dreams.
We are shadows of ourselves
of course, & our lives are made up of
the negative spaces between us.

i can't sleep

The high points of my day:
My little brother playing air banjo for me.
Getting permission to go to Toronto... (for April... =D, im excited(inshaAllah all will go well)).

Low point:
Realizing I have a 6 page paper due in less than 24 hours, which I haven't started on.
Studying for my A & P 2 Lab exam at 11:30 pm (before I start my paper).


I think I'm going to start going back to Premiere Lady. In case I need to lay the hurt on someone. I need to make sure that I actually go and not just throw my $ at them. i need to convince someone into coming with me. I also need to do this so I have more energy during the day, and use my mp3 player, and zone out for a while. I need to find the point where my endorphins kick in and get that natural high.

I wrote this article for my school paper.

“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.” At the heart of secular freedom of speech is the first amendment. This gives us the right to express our views verbally, in writing, practice our religion and complain to the government if we are mistreated. Freedom of speech however is relative. The FCC constantly monitors and regulates TV, and Radio broadcasting. It receives nearly 200,000 complaints yearly and has the authority to revoke licenses and cancel programming which it deems indecent. Things such as desecration of the flag, false advertising and even debatable theories (evolutionism vs. creationism) are illegal or under scrutiny. So, within secular society the boundaries of free speech are tested by dynamic policies and norms.
Within Islam, the idea of freedom of speech exists and is encouraged. The purpose is to search for the truth. However, it is also regulated by laws which do not vary upon the whims of society. Rather they are principles which have foundations in Divine Law. There are moral constraints which are between a person and God such as backbiting, cursing others, and heresy. People will be accountable for these with God. There are other legal constraints for things such as slander, accusing chaste women of lewdness, blasphemy or mocking the Messengers of God, for which we are accountable for within society. Within Islam, people are free to express their views and ideas, give their opinion, and seek counsel - as long as they do not lie, slander, or backbite. Some might feel that this defeats the purpose of freedom of speech. But does this hinder free speech, or resolve to have respectful speech and meaningful arguments in society? In the Quran God tells us, “And insult not those whom they worship besides God, lest they insult God wrongfully without knowledge (6:108).” Muslims are thereby forbidden to insult Buddha, Vishnu, Christ or gods of any other faith.
The Prophet Muhammad (Peace be upon him) was scrutinized, verbally and physically abused by his enemies, throughout his prophethood and even after his death through the centuries. The message that Muslims get from the Danish caricatures is that the Danish newspaper and those who condone the mocking of Prophet Muhammad are acting as enemies of Muslims. The Danish caricatures incite hatred and belittlement for Islam and Muslims, in a world which is already growing in Islamophobia and xenophobia. It may have been freedom of speech, but it was not done with ethical and moral repercussions in mind.
The same artist drew caricatures mocking Jesus (Peace be upon him) and yet they were never published because of the potential uproar and offense. A contemporary example of this double standard is when NBC stated that, Britney Spears was to appear on an episode of “Will and Grace.” She was to do a cooking segment known as “Cruci-fixins.” Within days of this news release the Tupelo-based, American Family Association protested and said it "mocks the crucifixion of Christ" and "further denigrates Christianity." NBC promptly responded with an apology and stated that it would not have the offensive elements in the episode. Perhaps NBC is just more aware of its ethical responsibility than the Danish newspapers and the others worldwide who have actively chosen to continue to offend Islam and Muslims everywhere, by publishing and republishing the degrading caricatures.
This is not to say that a violent uproar is the best way to resolve this. Journalists and those in the media have a responsibility to publish wisely, and ethically. Muslims should also recognize that violent protests do not cause change or bring to light their point-of-view, rather they reinforce the idea that Muslims are violent. Anyone who makes bold claims about the character of the Prophet of Islam, should find out what that man really stood for and what he stood against. The Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) overcame all the obstacles and persecution from people by dealing with them wisely, and justly. It is an example for Muslims and people everywhere to understand the example he set. He was not only a great figure in Islamic history, but also in the history of the world. His character, diplomacy and standards of ethics are something which if we modeled the world would be resolved of many of its evils.

Mad Girl's Love Song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

-Sylvia Plath
(Edited)

7 minutes of complete submission
and a flicker of indulgence
the remains are a
blackend heart
surrended to temptation
surrounded in a cloud of
remorseful repentance for
a lifetime. So heavy,
so thick that no flicker is seen
nor shall any flicker pierce through
again

re·as·sure ( P ) Pronunciation Key (r-shr)
tr.v. re·as·sured, re·as·sur·ing, re·as·sures

1. To restore confidence to.
2. To assure again.

And you as well must die, beloved dust,
And all your beauty stand you in no stead,
This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head,
This body of flame and steel, before the gust
Of Death, or under his autumnal frost,
Shall be as any leaf, be no less dead
Than the first leaf that fall, --- this wonder fled.
Altered, estranged, disintegrated, lost.

Nor shall my love avail you in your hour.
In spite of all my love, you will arise
Upon that day and wander down the air
Obscurely as the unattended flower,
It mattering not how beautiful you were,
Or how beloved above all else that dies.

-- Edna St. Vincent Millay

Seven and a half

It took seven and a half days for the
Sun to come out after she died that day
What can you say to him only twenty
two ? He knows the truth, and so he might,
he might write about it to cope with the hole
Instead he'll fight about it and cling to what's left
Ever wonder what your life would be like in a million
jagged pieces strewn across time? The worst
part is - he stayed sane and had to deal with all
his and our emotions. He had seen her smile his
whole life, even when he couldn't fathom a smirk.
All the towels stacked neatly in the closet
and skinned knees on their way to healing.
The sun came out and there was every smile
he ever knew. Her memory could not be clouded
So what do you tell him only twenty two,
when all the smiles of his life have disappeared in
seven and a half days forever? Sunless-
the bruises hardly heal and messy towels
leave him distraught searching for life.

Everything here isn't about me. everything spoken, felt or thought here isn't always me. just a disclaimer =)

Love is not all: It is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain,
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
and rise and sink and rise and sink again.
Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
pinned down by need and moaning for release
or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It may well be. I do not think I would.

 -- Edna St. Vincent Millay