time

Senile when I grow with my age, 
Would there be little good and no sage,

Weeds would start growing my face,
slow my reflexes weak my cage,

happy young children mocking at me,
cute little war will they wage,

tired with play when they will be,
couched besides me will I turn the page,

Take them to the world of unknow wonders,
Demand for more will they
In innocent their rage,

Chuckling merrily at funny little things,
will ask me with innocence on their lips,

Feel would they my heart so warm,
Clasped to me when fear would swarm,

O people they may not be children my grand,



Will I go away like dust from their hand....


-time

Magic

Black magic is haraam because in order to perform this type of magic a human needs to communicate with the jinns. These jinns will ask the human to perform deeds of kufur, like drinking blood, sacrifices and sometimes being worshipped. Then the jinn performs the things for the sake of the human. these jinns are the followers of iblees, and by following these jinns the human follows iblees and which implies that the person gets out of the fold of Islam.

90% of the amulets, which some of the so called 'Islamic' people prescribe to their followers are kufur. I saw this for myself, the numbers, squares etc which are used in these amulets are basically the same from the books of black magic, which was practised by the rabbis of the time of Solomon (A.S) [Hazrat Suleimaan (A.S)]. These people (rabbis) learnt this magic from the two angels (Harut and Marut), whereas the angels made it clear to them that not to learn this magic, but they still learnt it.

please beware of such things.

Comming back to the amulets, I myself saw that the Quranic verses written in these amulets are tampered with, thus making it inapropriate to keep it on the body and in homes anyhow.

So please try to remain away from such people and such things. These taweezes lower our self confidence and as stated above make us to commit sins. The best way to keep ourselves away from all evil is to submit our will to our Creator Allah jalla shana hu!

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ehsaas

nahi raas aate duniya ke yeh rishte,

rah-e-safar gum-naam humara,

kaun sa minar humara,

hum ko kaha hai jana,

tere dar pe hai dunya meri,

mujhy duniya sy kya waasta,

ye loog ye awam kehti mujhy paagal,

Inhe kya pata mera muqaam hai kya,

jo lag jaye pata inko hale dil humara,

kitne naamu sy mujh ko kose gi duniya,

tere jalwa-e-husn ko taraste hum to,

ki mil jaye woh to mil jaye duniya,

nahi arzoo hum ko hukmarani ki Inaam,

hume to bas de deedar tera, samajh teri aur ek gufaa,

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life

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5:28 am.

Friday 03 Feb 2012

I just can't hold my emotions anymore. It is like holding on the leash of a powerful beast that keeps me dragging around even when I am trying to stop myself. I wish I would not search for her on Facebook and Google her anymore. I wished this was over. But again after a year I remembered her, my heart paining for her ever again.

I found her on orkut and maybe on Facebook as well. Alas! Now I wish she would not respond to my messages. The feelings are of course strong for her but I always feel guilty of what I do when driven by emotions.

It was about five years ago. I was a normal happy kind of guy. One day, my friend invited me for a sleepover to which I gladly accepted. Little did I know of what fate had in store for me. I went to my friends place and brought some of the drinks and there was an atmosphere of party and carelessness.

"Hello!"

"Yes mom! I am fine, we are doing great! Yeah! We brought out the syllabus and are already planning about the next four days! I'll be there tomorrow for an hour! Yeah, I got to get some books for myself!"

And there was partying again...