Oh, lights of my heart

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There's always light at the end of the tunnel

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No more I would dare say;

That I can wipe my fears away

Oh, I slipped in the hole,

Though I thought I would never fall,

Oh, days that left me,

Will I ever see thee?

Oh, moonbeams fill me

And chase away the darkness I shall see.

* **

And from the depth of the sea,

I flew to the surface to see,

Children playing around

Happy with some treasure they found,

And on the golden sands

Was a castle built by innocent hands,

Oh, musical laughter

Something within me shattered

I thought it would never matter

But whoever said I never babble?

I smiled,

Did someone say;

There’s light at the end of the tunnel?

*

And after the night,

There’s dawn,

And after the long flight

You’ll land down

Wide open eyes,

Staring at the sun

Oh, no more lies,

I will never run.

WHERE IS HUMANITY?

Are the people around the world so blind?

Or are they asleep? Maybe they chose not to see....

Or they are pretending they didn't see??..

WAKE UP! WHERE IS THE PEACE?

WHERE ARE HUMAN'S RIGHTS?

WHERE'S HUMANITY? WHERE'S MERCY?

MERCY......MERCY.......MERCY!!!

Sometimes you really want to keep your life the same way it is. But things do change, people come and go and you feel that the things you got used to in your life are falling down like pieces of a puzzle. You start losing people, precious moments and memories woven with them. Can you control how the wheel of your life role?

Farewells

People always come and go,

Hiding feelings they won't show,

Sadness, pain emotions so raw,

As days and time pass by slow,

Your heart cries and hurts you so,

But within you a hope that grows,

Makes your face smile and glow,

Feelings you thought you'll never know,

Fills your soul, heart and flow,

On your wounds words you draw,

One day they'll keep their vows,

And come back to end my woes.

Finding Islam on Chicago bus

Forteen Chicagoans embraced Islam this month alone thanks to the Islam ad campaign of GainPeace.
CHICAGO — Leslie C. Toole has been considering to embrace Islam for the past ten years. But when the Chicagoan teacher saw a simple, yet striking ad on a public bus, he knew the moment has come.
"I never truly committed and when I saw that sign I knew that was the final sign to complete my move," Toole, 45, told IslamOnline.
Toole had come across Islam on a street corner ten years ago when a man handed him a pamphlet telling him he'll find enlightenment in it.
"And I kept reading and reading and I wanted to make sure that I understand what I got involved in."
Just last month, an Islam advertisement rolled past him on one of the Chicago Transit Authority buses. The sign caught his eyes and eventually he called the number on the giant ad.
"How to become a member of Islam was my primary question."
Toole embraced Islam on Monday, September 29.
His story is similar to that of 13 other Chicagoans accepted Islam this month alone thanks to the Islam ad campaign of GainPeace, a Chicago area outreach project of the Islamic Circle of North America (ICNA).
The group spent $30,900 to place signs on 25 public buses serving across Chicago.
The ads direct people to a toll-free hotline, 800.662.Islam, and a website established to help those who are seeking answers to questions about Islam.
The campaign was initially to run from September 19 to October 20, but it has been extended till November 23 because of the massive positive feedback.
The hotline has received thousands of calls, in addition to up to 300,000 hits on the website.
When curious Chicagoans dial the hotline, GainPeace also provides them with an English copy of the Noble Qur'an, The Message magazine on Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him) as well as brochures and books on topics related to Islam.

I Am Blessed!

Count your blessings; that's what I try to do most of the time. One Blessing keeps coming up all the time... it's the bless of Islam. I was blessed to be born a Muslim and may I die so. Islam is a great religion and it doesn't need me to praise it, it praises itself. I really wish that people who are not muslims will take the time to read about it and learn something or two.Don't interpret the images and pictures the media show you without searching for the truth. Be fair and give it the chance, search! Maybe you'll find the answer to your confusion. Go for it! I am a Muslim...I am Blessed.

Am I All Alone?

Sometimes you think you belong to a group of friends, you think you matter and they care about you... but....

You find out later what a fool you're.... you probably mean nothing to them...maybe at some point you did, but not any more..

what a shame, I really loved them and thought of them as life time friends.

Where was I wrong? I really don't know.

I am all alone, I guess.

PAUSE

There are times when you stop the rush of your time... just a moment to contemplate your life... it's like pushing the "PAUSE" botton in a recorder to see were you're standing. You start wondering then, where are mu beloved ones? Why there is a time wasted without spending it with them? Where are my friends? Why are the ones that I thought would be my soulmates not around me? Life do have a bitter sense of humor.

I guess I am all alone, but life goes on.

La Voyage 2

Part Two
The Journey of Hope

Open your eyes,
It’s early morning,
Look at the butterflies,
There’s no more mourning

Shed your tears,
And keep away your fears,,
Stand up and sing
Don’t pause,
I know the past sting
But it’s non your fault

Dance around the stage,
Don’t keep yourself in that cage,

Let the tides take you,
Before the storms shake you,

Let the golden rays wash over you,
Let the silver beams tickle you,

What do you have to lose?
You can’t choose.

La Voyage

- Part One-
The Journey of despair

Why the tears and sorrow?
Why not live in peace?
Why do we have to follow;
The road of fear,
The way of despair?
Why can’t we heal ;
The broken hearts,
The wounded souls?

Why can’t we keep the smile?
Why do we have to cross the miles?
Why do we have to flee?
And leave behind the glee?

It was a dark night without a moon
We muffled the moans,
Ripped our hearts,
Restrained the hurt
Because it is a vice
To let sensation rule our life.


Why didn’t we strike?
We should fight!
Easy for you to say,
If you know that today is like the other day.

* * *

Do you know?
When your heart flows?
Sadness, fear and despair.
Do you know?
When it’s your end,
And you don’t have to bend,
You don’t have to tremble,
Walk with pride and don’t stumble,
For you know there’s no more to come.

Sisters of Heart

Sisters of Heart
This poem is dedicated to special friends in memory of a wonderful Thursday night.


Let me tell you a story,
A story about three,
Three sisters of heart,
Three young women,
That will never be apart,
A circle of three.

* * *
Three young women,
On a hot Thursday night,
Sat on a table among the crowd,
With people moving around
With raised laughter and sounds,

Yet….
They were apart from the world that twirls around.

They favored to sit and talk,
Instead of taking a walk,
They wanted to hold the moment still,
Rather than go around and swirl.

They sat on a dimly lit space,
Among the bushes, in a far away place.

They restored memories,
Woven new ones,
They breathed dreams,
Uttered hopes,
And on the wooden table,
They carved words of eternity,
Sisters of heart.

Yet, I felt detached.

* * *


Once upon a time,
There were hopeless wishes,
I worked my way around them,
I drew new pictures,
And on the walls of my life,
I hung them.
I bought a little tulip,
And from its petals,
I spread fragrance of hope.
Did they draw their pictures?
Or bought their little tulip?
Were they hopeless?
Or was I helpless?

It was at this moment,
That sadness plunged my heart,
And slashed my chest apart.

Sad for them,
Sad for us,
Sad for a circle of three,
And a bond that will never be free.
I fought tears,
I stifled fears,

But then, sisters of heart,
You know we’ll never be apart,
I’ll be there for you,
As you’ll be for me.

If the sea tides rose,
And from the fields disappeared every rose,
If the storms slapped,
And thunder clapped,
You know I’ll be there
As you’ll be,
I am you
And you’re me.

Sisters of the heart,
We’ll never be apart.

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