tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36903342011-04-22T04:13:17.190+08:00:: Sleepless in Melawati ::Huh!!...Soulsmith is not a name !!!
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<marquee><center><h2><b><i>:: if you learned, you teach and if you get, you give ::</center></h2></b></i></marquee>
Ishamnoreply@blogger.comBlogger751100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1087919783769419542004-06-22T23:52:00.000+08:002004-06-22T23:56:23.770+08:00When the Snow Melted
by Ba Jin
Ba Jin was born in 1904 in the city of Chengdu, Sichuan, China. His real name is Li Yaotang. In 1927 he moved to France and wrote his first novel, Destruction (1929). He has lived in Shanghai, Japan, and Korea. In 1978 he was elected a deputy to the National People's Congress and in 1981 chairman of the Chinese Writer's Association. In 1986 he was the honorary Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1085415429404293902004-05-25T00:12:00.000+08:002004-05-25T00:17:09.403+08:00I Pity the Garden
by Forugh Farrokhzad
Forugh Farrokhzad was born in 1935 to a middle-class family of seven in Tehran, Iran. In a society where women have historically had few rights, she married at seventeen, divorced within three years and was forced to relinquish her only son to her husband. She never remarried, instead pursuing an independent lifestyle and a career in poetry. Her expressionsIshamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1083081787084683462004-04-28T00:03:00.000+08:002004-04-28T00:14:19.450+08:00Siti Nurhaliza's Sakti
*Bowing* Flash from Sultanmuzaffar.com
All pages created with 100% recycled electronsIshamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1082869549402658852004-04-25T13:05:00.000+08:002004-04-25T13:13:49.920+08:00The Villa in Acibadem
by Ahmet Hamdi Tanpinar
Ahmet Hamdi Tanpinar (1901-62) has been called the most important Turkish novelist of the twentieth century. Born in Istanbul, he traveled widely in Anatolia before returning in 1919, after the First World War, to Istanbul to study literature with the poet laureate Yahya Kemal. Deeply influenced by Paul Valéry and Bergson, Tanpinar created a culturalIshamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1082214207937595662004-04-17T23:03:00.000+08:002004-04-17T23:07:22.576+08:00Three Poems
By Ahmad Shamlou
Ahmad Shamlou (1925-2000) is recognized as one of Iran's greatest modern poets, writing in the new mode of expression pioneered by Nima Yushij. Born into a military family, he spent an itinerant youth being transferred from one remote town to another, with schooling left unfinished. During World War II, he was arrested by the occupying Allied forces and imprisoned forIshamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1082213009063938372004-04-17T22:43:00.000+08:002004-04-17T22:56:44.763+08:00Cuneiform
by Kader Abdolah
Kader Abdolah (born 1952 in Iran) studied physics in Tehran and was active in the student resistance. He published two novels about life under the Khomeini regime before fleeing his homeland in 1985. At the invitation of the United Nations, he arrived in the Netherlands as a political refugee in 1988. He quickly mastered the language and has now written and published Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1081958357981040462004-04-14T23:59:00.000+08:002004-04-15T01:00:42.590+08:00Malaysia Boleh Again!!! The Sarah Marbeck way
WORLD EXCLUSIVE: The Becks affair - stunning model tells of new two year affair. MORE cheating, MORE sex, MORE txts
I'm Becks' lover No2
By Neville Thurlbeck
The News of the World can sensationally reveal that David Beckham bedded a SECOND mistress behind his wife's back.
BEAUTY: Beck's second mistress>
She is barrister's daughter Sarah Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1080404842399707532004-03-28T00:27:00.000+08:002004-03-28T00:30:49.123+08:00Art Collaboration - "Soul Speak: Artist and Children"
14 February 2004 - 16 March 2004 - National Art Gallery
Suara Jiwa: Pelukis dan Kanak-kanak (Soul Speak: Artist and Children) showcases 24 pieces of artwork which were created by primary and secondary school children in collaboration with their artist partners – Bibi Chew, Chuah Chong Yong, and four other artists from the Matahati Group, Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1080032816729716032004-03-23T17:06:00.000+08:002004-03-23T17:10:17.950+08:00An Empty Room
by Mu Xin
Translated from the Chinese by Toming Jun Liu
As the mountain crested, it sloped more steeply. I was already sweating. There was a church at the top. I thought I should rest there a while and then decide when to descend.
The war was just recently over. The church was deserted. The altar and tables and chairs had long been taken apart and removed. Only the holy Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1080031970737498642004-03-23T16:52:00.000+08:002004-03-23T16:56:12.076+08:00A FEW DIFFICULT WORDS
by A.Salem
I am sorry, I can’t say those words. They are too difficult for my ego.
A cold fog rolls in and makes things invisible. Still, the pain solstice of her face tears apart the fog, and my heart too. It’s her pain, but is getting into my bones. I can see her swollen foot. I hurt her. I injured her foot so that she wouldn’t leave me; wouldn’t walk away from me. I Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1080030379924406952004-03-23T16:26:00.000+08:002004-03-23T16:46:55.543+08:00All Thinking Men
by A.Saleem
That was a brand new watch and it looked striking on his white wrist. I looked at my wrist and there was no watch there. I never knew how it felt to have a watch on the wrist.
I never had a watch, may be because my wrists were not as white as his or may be because his father is rich and my father is poor. Isn’t it out of the ordinary that you don’t have to have the Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1077877473485807042004-02-27T18:24:00.000+08:002004-02-27T18:27:21.496+08:00Five reasons people don't tell what they know
Companies waste billions when employees and managers don't share their knowledge. But change means understanding why they don't share.
by Carol Kinsey Goman
[Carol Kinsey Goman, principal of Kinsey Consulting Services in Berkeley CA, is the author of Ghost Story: a Modern Business Fable, a story about the power of collaboration and knowledge Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-107656228897609512004-02-12T13:04:00.000+08:002004-02-12T13:07:17.106+08:00TWO YEAR DEGREE FOR MEN
Don't let an old joke die! :o)
A new two-year degree is being offered at the University that many ofyou should be interested in: Becoming a Real Man. That's right, in just sixmini-mesters, you, too, can be a real man as well as earn a MA degree(Male Arts). Please take a moment to look over the program outline.
FIRST YEAR Autumn Schedule:
MEN 101 Combating Stupidity
Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1076313294190450042004-02-09T15:54:00.000+08:002004-02-09T15:57:18.030+08:00Sandwiches to Go
Some Sandwiches inspiration for your next lunch break :o)
Submit your own sandwich creation, please click here :>
Happy Tryin :o)Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1075972170723343422004-02-05T17:09:00.000+08:002004-02-05T17:30:52.263+08:00Janet Jackson's boob makes internet history - Labelled "The Nipplegate" Scandal
Joe Saltzman, professor at the University of Southern California's Annenberg School for Communication, who studies media and pop culture. "Big deal. We saw Janet Jackson's breast".
Janet Jackson has admitted planning the "costume reveal" dance sequence in which one of her breasts was exposed on live TV before 89 Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1075093890504590712004-01-26T13:11:00.000+08:002004-01-26T13:13:36.093+08:00Islam and Modern Science
A Lecture by Seyyid Hossein Nasr
The following is a lecture by Seyyid Hossein Nasr entitled, ``Islam and Modern Science'', which was co-sponsored by the Pakistan Study Group, the MIT Muslim Students Association and other groups. Professor Nasr, currently University Professor of Islamic Studies at Georgetown University, is a physics and mathematics alumnus of MIT. He Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1073958142111866372004-01-13T09:42:00.000+08:002004-01-13T09:44:09.936+08:007 Silent Medical Conditions
From high blood pressure to skin cancer, some life-threatening health conditions often arrive with few symptoms or fanfare. While you may feel fine, millions of us have one of these conditions and don't know it. Now for the good news: If we spot these conditions early, we can take simple steps to greatly reduce our risk of serious complications in the future.
Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1073903556861426292004-01-12T18:32:00.000+08:002004-01-12T18:34:23.966+08:00From Majapahit to Putrajaya: The Kris as a symptom of Civilisation Development and Decline
by Dr. Farish A. Noor
“Tak ada orang Belanda yang bisa bikin kris, Gus. Tak mampu dan takkan mampu. Coba buka, akan kau lihat tapak-tapak ibu jari empu linuhung yang membikinnya…Lihat pada cermin nanti. Kalau kris sudah kau selitkan pada pinggangmu, kau akan berubah. Kau akan lebih mirip dengan leluhurmu, Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1073718195504093782004-01-10T15:03:00.000+08:002004-01-10T15:14:55.356+08:00BD goes to Sundance Film Festival,Park City, Utah - Jan 15 - 25, 2004
This brave film has as its point of departure, a horrible, ‘sticky’ event in Malaysia in October 1987, when a soldier, Private Adam, entered a Kuala Lumpur city hotel with an M16 machine gun and initiated a terrifying experience for many people. This multi-lingual, demi-documentary for the first time addresses local Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1073032114551134812004-01-02T16:28:00.000+08:002004-01-02T16:30:08.356+08:00The life and times of Benjamin Zephaniah
Dr Benjamin Obadiah Iqbal Zephaniah was born and raised in Birmingham. He cannot remember a time when he was not creating poetry but this had nothing to do with school where poetry meant very little to him, in fact he had finished full time education at the age of 13. His poetry is strongly influenced by the music and poetry of Jamaica in what he callsIshamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1067996409996779812003-11-05T09:40:00.000+08:002003-11-05T09:47:02.403+08:00Inspiring you for a better tomorrow
A good e-group, no harm of joining..anyway its free :)
Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1064477954058616242003-09-25T16:19:00.000+08:002003-09-25T16:19:13.990+08:00BLOGGERIshamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1059111281656021242003-07-25T13:34:00.000+08:002004-02-12T17:30:01.420+08:00Desert Safari In Dubai
I have really become fascinated with safaris! Not really, it was just this coquettish Indian concierge in a Dubai hotel that talked me into it. I told her, I just went on a wild life safari [ just another one of my lame excuses ;) ] . I have had enough of it. She said, “This is different. If you don’t like it, I will still be here and I will give you a refund.” I figured Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1059009798560474962003-07-24T09:23:00.000+08:002003-07-24T09:23:18.400+08:00Ibn Taymiyyah's Essay on the Jinn
Abridged, Annotated and Translated by Abu Ameenah Bilal Phillips.
Based on "Eedah ad-Dalaalah fee 'Umoom ar-Risaalah", from volume 19 of "Majmoo' Al-Fataawaa" (A Collection of Religious Rulings); volume 35 of "Majmoo' Al-Fataawaa" and Ibn Taymeeyah's classic, " Al-Furqaan Bayna Awliyaa ar-Rahmaan wa Awliyaa ash-Shaytaan."
Note: All remarks that are bracketed Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1058345173573946282003-07-16T16:46:00.000+08:002003-07-16T17:04:23.453+08:00THE NAKED CARD - Malaysia New ID Card
The multi-purpose MyKad is the latest version of our perpetually metamorphosing IC. With an embedded smart chip, it can also store our medical history, driver's license, act as an ATM card, serve as an electronic purse and even be used at the National Library. However, a recent experience by a holder brought to light the questionable control on
access, Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-1057739760624468392003-07-09T16:36:00.000+08:002003-07-09T16:36:00.540+08:00The changing of the guard
From The Economist print edition
After 22 years, Mahathir Mohamad says he is going. His successor must find a way to preserve his achievements but dispense with his authoritarianism, says Christopher Lockwood
AS YOU sit over your chicken rendang, with perhaps a dish of kway teoh lined up for afterwards, the food court on the second floor of the Kuala Lumpur City Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-960125942003-06-25T19:52:00.000+08:002003-06-25T19:52:33.360+08:0010 Facts About the Internet
Here are some interesting facts about my favorite thing:
1) How old is the internet?
The internet became popularized in 1983, but was based largely on the ARPANET, which was first launched in late 1969. The first email was sent in 1972. Therefore, the 'net is over 30 years old.
2) Who invented the internet?
The technology that underlies the internet involves Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-957839122003-06-18T16:15:00.000+08:002003-06-18T16:17:05.000+08:00Early Signs of Fascism
Richard Falk is a visiting professor of global studies at the University of California, Santa Barbara, and a professor emeritus of international law at Princeton University. Falk was interviewed by James MacKinnon.
Q. Why did you decide to bring the word "fascism" into the debate about American empire?
I felt there was a new global political development that needed to beIshamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-952212082003-06-03T11:53:00.000+08:002003-06-03T11:55:56.000+08:00Islamic Philosophy Chart
Flow chart Showing influence on and by Islamic Philosophy in addition to where it fits in regards to other world philosophies
Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-950718752003-05-30T16:17:00.000+08:002003-05-30T16:17:33.513+08:00An interview with Dr. Farish A. Noor
Dr Farish A Noor to me is one of the true Malay intellectual of our time. After reading many of his articles and his latest offering, a collection of essays called: ‘The Other Malaysia’, I am convinced of his erudition and his moral authority to speak about the topics he care to discuss.
I wanted to ask many tricky questions to Farish, an affable interview Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-939824122003-05-08T18:30:00.000+08:002003-05-08T18:30:51.313+08:00Dr.Jemilah's Open Letter to All Muslim Brothers and Sisters
Dear brothers and sisters
This is long overdue but I am slowly getting more comfortable and have devised a way to work on my laptop while lying down without getting a headache. First and foremost on behalf of our team to Iraq i wish to thank all of you who made doa for our safe return. Baba and I are getting stronger day by day. I am Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-930357712003-04-22T16:58:00.000+08:002003-04-22T16:58:41.026+08:00CHINESE GOOD LUCK TANTRA TOTEM.
You may not believe in this but the advice is great!
Read all the way down, you might discover something new!!!
====================================================
ONE.
Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
TWO.
Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.
THREE.
Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-926875222003-04-16T09:58:00.000+08:002003-04-16T10:47:41.000+08:00Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0
Dear (IT) Technical Support:
I am desperate for some help.
I recently upgraded from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0 and found that the new program began unexpected child processing and also took up a lot of space and valuable resources. This wasn't mentioned in the product brochure. In addition Wife 1.0 installs itself into all other programs and launches during system Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-913910732003-03-26T12:33:00.000+08:002003-03-26T12:37:19.000+08:00Interview: Libyan Leader Muammar al-Qaddafi
by Charles Lambroschini, Le Figaro (conservative), Paris, France, March 11, 2003
The young revolutionary Muammar al-Qaddafi has become a wise elder statesman. He has renounced terrorism—which, in his interviews with the American press, he consistently denies having ever countenanced: “It was liberation movements that I supported,” he says. Al-QaddafiIshamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-911043802003-03-21T12:40:00.000+08:002003-03-21T12:40:21.733+08:00The war as tabloids see it
by Jeff Ooi
Malaysia: US & UK:
Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-911040992003-03-21T12:34:00.000+08:002003-03-21T12:34:49.903+08:00 Iraq : The End of Diplomacy
Views from Dubai, London, Lusaka, Tel Aviv, Madrid, Moscow, Munich, Istanbul, Bangkok, Toronto, Doha, Melbourne, New Delhi, Tokyo, Jidda, Bratislava, Singapore, Kingston, Ruwi, Damascus, and Tehran
Dubai Khaleej Times (pro-government), March 19: The reality is that, despite the stand taken by major powers at the Security Council, there is no tangible evidence of Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-906315652003-03-13T12:54:00.000+08:002003-03-13T18:27:19.000+08:00 S t o r i e s : Kucibiru
by Azam
I : Prologue
I'm alone in this cage. Cold and hungry. But blessed with warmth by the blanket of love that she gave me, only from her. No one else. I smile and proud of her hot beautiful lips. The kiss still burning on my lips. The face still painted beautifully in my heart. I could go after her, but she's never meant for me. Never.
This cage is big for me, butIshamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-906303052003-03-13T12:28:00.000+08:002003-03-13T12:28:43.246+08:00How to be an Intelligent Person
by Azam
Unfortunately, intellectuals are a dying breed. An arts degree seems to be nothing more than promotion fodder from fry-flipper to shift manager. The class swot is ridiculed. Art galleries are ignored in favour of the latest Bruce Willis blockbuster. Many young curious mind dreams of finding a cure for cancer, and instead finds themselves locked in a Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-902845462003-03-07T13:23:00.000+08:002003-03-07T13:23:23.593+08:00An Open Letter to George 'W' Bush, President (disputed) of the UnitedStates of America. ''Bomb Them Arabs Now, George!!''
By Farish A. Noor
Dear George,
I know you must be busy these days, what with planning the invasion and destruction of Iraq and trying to rid the world of the 'Axis of Evil' which seems to be growing bigger and bigger by the day. (The last time I looked, it appears thatIshamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-893630192003-02-19T17:51:00.000+08:002003-02-19T17:51:21.513+08:00A letter from Napolean Bonepart to his dear Josephine
In addition to being a brilliant military mind and feared ruler, Napolean Bonaparte (1763 - 1821) was a prolific writer of letters. He reportedly wrote as many as 75,000 letters in his lifetime, many of them to his beautiful wife, Josephine, both before and during their marriage. This letter, written just prior to their 1796 wedding, shows Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-881853352003-01-29T08:38:00.000+08:002003-01-29T08:41:27.000+08:00 A Lesson From a Six Years Old Girl About Life
She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live. I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world begins to close in on me. She was building a sandcastle or something and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea "Hello!" she said. I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a smallIshamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-878313592003-01-22T16:44:00.000+08:002003-01-22T16:44:15.320+08:00The True Color of You
December 23rd - January 1st Red
January 2nd - January 11th Orange
January 12th - January 24th Yellow
January 25th - February 3 Pink
February 4th - February 8th Blue
February 9th - February 18th Green
February 19th - February 28th Brown
March1st - Match 10th Aqua
March 11 - March 20th Lime
March 21 st Black
March 22 nd - March 31st Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-870324982003-01-07T08:38:00.000+08:002003-01-07T09:49:57.000+08:00RM 250.00 Famous Amos's Hawaiian Nut Cookie Recipe
In my mail box this morning, please share it with others. Thanks :o)
Subject: True Story
Date: Mon, 06 Jan 2003 14:59:27 +0000
This is a true story... You may try it for this coming raya :)
You will have to read it to believe it.... My daughter and I had just finished a muffin at Famous Amos Cafe in Bangsar & decided to have some cookies.Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-868116232003-01-02T11:59:00.000+08:002003-01-02T12:00:50.000+08:00
“bashert”
How this
out-of-work dreamer’s idea became a household name
By Bernie Marcus
Atlanta, Georgia
Getting fired was the best thing that ever happened to me. And that’s just how my mother would have seen it. She even had a word for it.
My parents came to this country in the early ’20s from Russia. They settled in a run-down Newark neighborhood, where my Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-868073822003-01-02T10:07:00.000+08:002003-01-02T10:22:29.000+08:00Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-867365772002-12-31T15:14:00.000+08:002002-12-31T15:14:35.613+08:00TIME
by Dee Latif
There are times
When reminiscences of yesterdays
Would bring tears to my eyes
Of misdeeds… Of clichés…
Of camouflage…… Of wasted days
…………………….of grievances…
Of sheer bliss……..pure rapture
Happiness …that denies reality
An everlasting ‘heaven on earth’
But time
Unfeeling time
Wont bring back those yesteryears
Alas…… I have to go on
To forget the past
Is beyond my will
I can Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-865711292002-12-27T11:12:00.000+08:002002-12-27T11:20:36.000+08:00
hat would he do if he lost the suitcase? That was unimaginable. The suitcase itself wasn't much: battered, Shanghai-made, dirty gray in color. But it was lined with $200,000 in $100 bills, more money than a farmer's son ever expected to be carrying.
He hadn't been to the U.S. in a awhile. The last time was a couple of years ago, and he'd posed as an agricultural secretaryIshamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-865106462002-12-25T17:58:00.000+08:002002-12-25T17:58:57.000+08:00Loneliness
by Adrian Whitehead
Loneliness is a burden.
It feels like a heavy pressure of varying weight, draped unevenly across the back of my shoulders, pressing me closer to the Earth. Strangely enough, it seems at its heaviest when I'm around other people I don't know. It's easier to avoid something you don't want to see than acknowledge it exists and then ignore it. And every pair of eyes Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-863110202002-12-20T16:53:00.000+08:002002-12-20T18:33:28.000+08:00
Marlene
My attitude is that, basically, I just don't care. I ride a nice little dreamy feeling through my life. If I think about it, it's like I'm this Arabian hero floating a puffy-cloud magic carpet above all my enemies, these guys waving their swords vainly at me from below.
Sometimes my attitude lands me in trouble, and I mean prison by that. The worst thing I did, until now anyway, was Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-863106122002-12-20T16:33:00.000+08:002002-12-20T16:33:41.456+08:00Love - A Thousand Miles Close
by Amir Saleem
I am sorry I can’t introduce myself right now, because I am running.
The sun has not set yet but it is dark. There are dark clouds all over the sky and they are filling the air with water. It seems as if today they are going to cry all of their tears away. I am trying to run as fast as I can but the rain is faster than me. So far it hasn’t let me Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-862650642002-12-19T19:17:00.000+08:002002-12-19T19:21:27.000+08:00Casablanca. Mosque of Hassan 2
My next country to visit..this wonderful country is really a paradise on earth
This shows you all there is to see from the norhtern entrance. All in all this is an angle of more than 210 degrees, and is made up of 7 photos.
The king of Morocco at the time, Hassan 2, first mentioned this mosque in 1980, declaring that he would build it on the water, because the Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-852361342002-11-29T11:06:00.000+08:002002-11-29T11:06:50.533+08:00Written by an Anonymous Friend
"There is in each of us, no matter how humble, a capacity for love. Even
if our lives have not taken the course we had envisioned, even if we are
less than the shape of our dreams, we are part of the human family.
Somewhere, in the most inconsequential corners of our lives, is the
opportunity for love.
If I am blind, I can run my hand across the back of a shell Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-847501002002-11-19T14:39:00.000+08:002002-11-19T14:39:18.826+08:00QUOTATIONS FROM FAMOUS PEOPLE
Dr. A. Zahoor and Dr. Z. Haq
In the quotations below, Western writers have used the word Muhammadanism for Islam. The word Muhammadanism connotes worship of Muhammad, an absolutely unworthy statement for any learned man to use. Prophet Muhammad's mission was to propagate the worship of the One and Only God (in Arabic Allah), the Creator and Sustainer of the Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-845687202002-11-15T16:44:00.000+08:002002-11-15T16:56:14.000+08:00
Prophet Muhammad's Last Sermon
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IN THE NAME OF GOD, MOST GRACIOUS, MOST
MERCIFUL
The Farewell Pilgrimage of the Prophet Muhammed was a significant historical event in the Muslims life. Although thousands of Muslims witnessed the Farewell (last) Sermon given by the Prophet Muhammed, the Hadiths books Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-837076442002-10-29T16:18:00.000+08:002002-10-29T16:22:33.000+08:00A
Gallery of Malaysian Signs
Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-836543512002-10-28T18:01:00.000+08:002002-10-28T18:01:52.550+08:00 Your
problems solved
by Amir Muhammad
LET'S face it: There are many people in this world who are perplexed,
perturbed or plain screwed-up. One of the joys of writing this column is
that I can help solve some of the problems that my gentle readers choose to
periodically shove my way. For the benefit of us all, I enclose aIshamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-836542392002-10-28T17:56:00.000+08:002002-10-28T17:56:39.450+08:00The Inner Technology of Art: Making Public the Private
by Antares (Kit Leee)
Once in a while it helps to sit back and think about things like Art – and what it actually means to be called or to call someone an Artist. We could think about the earliest evidence of human artistic activity, found before the outbreak of the First World War in southern France: the famous paleolithic cave paintings ofIshamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-836529272002-10-28T16:56:00.000+08:002002-10-28T16:56:47.273+08:00Quotes
About Men &
Women
Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-824999552002-10-04T11:56:00.000+08:002002-10-04T11:58:19.000+08:00A Silent GoodBye
by Amir Saleem
All I have to do is to turn my head, look back and there she is. But no, I am not going to do that. Why? Well, I don’t want to lose her again.
It was raining this morning. I am sorry, but again___ it’s raining. I don’t know whether this rain is a friend or a foe of mine but it has always been there for me. Sometimes I feel like I have spent all my life in rain, Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-818613522002-09-20T15:30:00.000+08:002002-09-20T15:30:34.630+08:00The Art of Writing Beautiful Poetry
by Rosecrans Baldwin, 9 September 2002
I shall have to be the first person to admit I am not a well-known poet, and since this piece is going to be about what the title says it is going to be about, I guess that before going any further, I had better trot out my credentials. Or better yet, maybe I should explain first why my poetry is not better known, and Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-815462542002-09-13T17:08:00.000+08:002002-09-13T17:41:08.000+08:00By Your Side
by QueArena thru Sade
You think I'd leave your side baby
You know me better than that
Think I'd leave you down when you're down on your knees
I wouldn't do that
I'll tell you, you're right when you're wrong
Ah, ah, ah, oh, oh, oh, oh
And if only you could see into me
Ohh, when you're cold
I'll be there hold you tight to me
When you're on the outside
Baby, and you can't getIshamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-813435782002-09-09T13:07:00.000+08:002002-09-09T13:45:13.000+08:00The Lion and the Mouse
by The Great Aesop
A LION was awakened from sleep by a Mouse running over his face.
Rising up angrily, he caught him and was about to kill him, when
the Mouse piteously entreated, saying: "If you would only spare
my life, I would be sure to repay your kindness." The Lion
laughed and let him go. It happened shortly after this that the
Lion was caught by some hunters,Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-813433082002-09-09T12:59:00.000+08:002002-09-09T12:59:01.510+08:00Dig it Hard
Here are some quotes i like. some make me laugh, others make me think, and some encourage me while others make me nod with understanding.
"If you [poets] call painting "dumb poetry" then the painter may say of the poet that his art is "blind painting." Consider which is the more grievous affliction, to be blind or dumb?" - Leonardo, Notebooks
"Literature is my Utopia." - Helen Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-813428722002-09-09T12:46:00.000+08:002002-09-09T12:46:34.700+08:00'Too Close To Be Near'
by Amir Saleem
Long time ago, in a country far away, lived a princess, who loved to stroll on red dry leaves. In an autumn evening, while the sun was setting down, she, along with her fading shadow, would enjoy listening to the crackling of leaves under her tender feet. In the yellowish sunlight her face glittered like a diamond, her eyes shone like dewdrops, her lips Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-807699562002-08-27T18:07:00.000+08:002002-09-06T17:33:43.000+08:00Message in the Bottle
Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-807690072002-08-27T17:08:00.000+08:002002-08-27T17:10:27.000+08:00Patch Adams
Watched this movie again..!!! Yes.. again last nite for the tenth times :o), Robin really a great actor..
Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-805999072002-08-23T12:17:00.000+08:002002-08-27T16:50:20.000+08:00Unknown Friends
by Ruth Bruns
It was the last morning of the four-day conference. Someone among us had asked for our prayers. We sat around the room, heads bowed, and prayed for an "unknown friend."
Through the corner of my eye, I watched my neighbor, sitting with closed eyes and rapt face. Four days before, on first seeing her modest dress, her quiet face, I had winced, thinking, this Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-805160372002-08-21T18:17:00.000+08:002002-08-21T18:17:22.336+08:00 Pablo Neruda
Bought this wonderful book recently. This great chilean poet never bored the world with his wonderful writings.
Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-805156182002-08-21T17:48:00.000+08:002002-08-27T18:20:07.000+08:00Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-804231742002-08-19T18:25:00.000+08:002002-08-22T19:45:38.000+08:00Rembrandt's
illustration the founders of the four great Sufi orders (in the Indo-Persian region). Most probably these are the Qadiri,
Suhrawardi, Chishti and Naqshbandi
Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-802594322002-08-15T11:26:00.000+08:002002-08-22T19:32:20.000+08:00Death makes a house call
by Raza Syed
I hate phone calls.
On a gray afternoon in early November, I returned to my apartment to find my caller ID box flashing its hazard light. SIX NEW CALLS, numbers UNAVAILABLE. Expletive expletive expletive. I cast off the trappings of obligation—hat, coat, wallet, keys—and retrieved my voicemail.
The first two messages were protracted Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-802156672002-08-14T11:48:00.000+08:002002-08-14T11:48:37.346+08:00Love That Changed His Life
by Shyamala Sathiaseelan
"You've got mail" - the little pop up box came up. I was too busy doing nothing so I decided to check out who on earth thought of me at this unearthly hour. It was Adri. How many years is it since I heard from him? May be five may be ten. I was happy that he had written to me. From reading Adri's mail all I could gather was that he was happily Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-799745342002-08-08T16:33:00.000+08:002002-08-13T13:55:49.000+08:00The Box Princess
By Mac McKean
No one, of course, knew about his strange behavior in the mornings.
Getting up at dawn, Tanuma would experience an overwhelming urge to urinate. Not that this was strange. Some might even envy a biological regularity like this, a reassuring certainty in an uncertain world. It was how he went about it. Each morning as he stood before his expensive ash-wood toiletIshamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-799677992002-08-08T12:28:00.000+08:002002-08-08T12:28:15.920+08:0010,000 Lies
by Mac McKean
Haruko Ban
Haruko Ban displayed the form of being in love with me, but not the supposed emotion. She invited me out every week and took me sight-seeing to various shrines, temples and historical sites, sometimes paying my way. She bought me gifts and had me over to eat dinner with her mother and father. That was the form of affection. As for its content, I suspected Ishamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690334.post-799619042002-08-08T09:53:00.000+08:002002-08-08T12:11:09.000+08:00Introduction
I am a soul who has had
A hundred thousand bodies.
But I can't talk about it.
What can I do?
I am tongue-tied.
I have seen thousands
Of people who were all me.
But from them I haven't found
Any like me.
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