Please Pray For the Innocent in Gaza

Palestinians are being murdered, slaughtered.. Let's put away our own small differences in our own lives and come together and pray for these people... Please in this moment, stop what you are doing and pray to Allah for help....

In the name of Allah, most gracious most merciful. Praise be to Allah,Lord of the worlds, most gracious most merciful. Owner of the day of Judgement. Thee alone we worship, thee alone we ask for help. Guide us to the straight path; the path of those who thou hast favored. Not the path of those who have earned thine anger or of those who have went astray..

Allah we come to ask for your help.. Allah I feel the pain in my heart for these people; I cry for these people.. Allah we ask you please help all in Gaza, women children and men. Please help the ones who have died and the ones who are hiding from this evil...Allah please help them...

Ameen

From Day to Night

when day is at its end and night starts to fall, the most wonderful most beautiful sight of God's creations comes to life.. Over oceans and trees, atop the highest mountains, an artistic scene ( like a painting or picture ) shows its awesome most precious beauty. An amazing sight not always seen..
In every country, among planets and stars, God's most glorious, most awesome painting appears when the sun starts to fall and the moon starts to rise; between day and night..The Beauty of Life...

Purple River

The sun is sleeping, havng sweet dreams, leaving the clear evening sky candy pink...

A warm summer night, with no wind in the sky, two snow white swans silently swim in the cool purple river.. A river so still, no movement it makes, a magical place under the candy pink sky...

God's beautiful Purple River..

Rainbow Butterfly

Spread your wings , of red, yellow, orange and blue. Soar high above the glistening
Dew. Search for the aroma of sweet vanilla and honey: the aroma of flowery nectar.
Rise to the sky
Flutter in the Spring Breeze
Fly, fly, fly, rainbow butterfly.
Investigating each flower for the freshest of nectar, the scent of vanilla and honey.
Discovering pink tulips, covered in sticky, morning dew, your journey has ended:
You have found the freshest of flowery nectar.
Drink the nectar, of the dew covered tulips, and spread your wings and soar.
Fly, fly, fly
Rainbow butterfly

A Very Memorable Day

It was a beautiful,sunny spring day: the flowers I planted just a few short weeks ago had bloomed into awesome, amazing beauties.. Purple irises, pink carnations, red and yellow roses surrounded by whispers of white buds of baby's breath ( the aroma from the mixture of these flowers were incredibly sweet). Birds of all kinds and colors were singing happily, and I could feel a whisper of spring breeze softly touching my golden hair as it quietly passed by.. A fantastic day it was.
It was also an important day for me: I was asked to give a speech at Jacksonville University, one of Florida's most popular colleges. I was so nervous I swear I could feel butterflies in my stomach. As I prepared myself for my day, I kept asking my self, " Why was I chosen to speak about the life of Edgar Allen Poe? He was a great writer, a famous poet. But, I am not famous; I am only beginning."
I looked at the kitchen clock and realized I was running late. Dropping my bus fare 3 times, I made it to the bus before it left me. I was finally on my way to the college, but I was so nervous I couldn't stop shaking. When I arrived at Jacksonville University, I discovered why I was chosen to speak about this man who died so many years ago..
My speech professor, Mr. Hale, was told the dean of Speech needed someone to speak to the entire speech and writing classes about this famous poet, Edgar Allen Poe.. Mr. Hale remembered a paper I wrote in his class about the life and death of Edgar Allen Poe; Mr Hale told the Dean of speech that I was perfect for this event.
Still shaking with fear, I gathered my notes and began the long walk to the assembly. When I walked inside the doors of the assembly, I saw at least 200 students waiting to hear my words. For a moment I froze in fear, but then suddenly, without looking at my notes, I began to talk to all about Edgar Allen Poe; a man I respected even in his death..I enjoyed this day and I will always remember it.
Even when we think we can't do something, if one tries one will discover that we can do anything we put our minds to..

Expressions

When I look at something in a picture, I imagine what it would be like if this picture were real life.. When I see something in real life that touches my heart, I keep it there, in my heart.. When I read a book I put myself in the story.. I become part of the story...
This is why I write.. I write so I can stay a part of a picture, painting, or story. I write when I see something real like the ocean or the stars or anything that touches me... I guess you can say that writing is a very normal part of my life.. I wish to be a great writer some day, but even if I don't become a great writer, I will always share my words that come from within myself... Writing is my way of expressing myself.. we all need a way to express ourselves.. to show people who we are and what we have inside.. Some people draw, some sing, some, like me, write and some only need to speak to express their feelings and thoughts about life or themselves, to show others what they are like inside...It is so wonderful to have a good way to express ourselves.. what would life be without this ability? I don't think I want to know..:)

HIS MOON HER STAR

In all the world, through space and time, no love has ever been so pure: the purest
Love, the truest love, the love between the Moon and Star.
Each second, each minute, each hour of life, love for his moon grows more and
More.
With his purple glow, he lights her way; he lights the way for his precious moon.
Each second, each minute, each hour of their life, He loves his Moon so much
More.
With a honey sweet kiss, and a tender hug, the Moon greets her Lover, her Precious
Star.
She feels the warmth from the glow of His light; she feels his love locked inside her
Heart.
Each second, each minute, each hour of their life, love for her star grows so much
More.
The Star is her Habibi, the Moon is His habibti and if you listen late at night, when
The Moon and Star shine so bright , you can hear their words coming from their
Hearts: “I love you Habibi forever and after.” “ I love you Habibti forever and
“More.”

Heaven's Gate

On a warm summer night, stars filling the sky of midnight blue, I dreamed I walked
To the end of the earth.
When I arrived to the end I saw a child with wings of white and hair of gold. I crossed
The ocean of crystal blue and touched the hair of the angel child. She gazed in my
Eyes; she saw my soul. She took my hand to follow her. I felt her love inside me. I
Thought my heart was going to explode.. She said,” Follow me to the gates of heaven.
Walk with me: I will show you the way.” Encircling each step with rose petals of red,
She began her journey to Heaven’s Gate. When I reached the top to Heaven’s Gate, I
Saw My Lord and his golden throne.. I dreamed I walked to the end of t he earth and
Walked the stairs to Heaven’s Gate. But, the dream I had to Heaven’s Gate was not a
Dream at all.