Palestine – I call on you

Today is the day that everyone turned a blind eye to Palestine. Its history erased, its people forgotten…but now the time has come to put right all those wrongs.

We can do it, but only together. Freedom for Palestine.

Below is a poem translated into English, the original poem is in Arabic and written by Tawfiq Zayyad who died in 1994.

“I call on you
I press your hands
I kiss the ground under your feet
and I say: I sacrifice myself for you
I give you as a gift
the light of my eyes
and the warmth of heart, I give you
My tragedy that I live
Is my share of your tragedies
I call on you
I press your hands
I kiss the ground under your feet
and I say: I sacrifice myself for you
I did not humiliate myself in my homeland
and I did not lower my shoulders
I stood facing my oppressors
orphaned, naked, and bare foot
I call on you
I press your hands
I kiss the ground under your feet
and I say: I sacrifice myself for you
I carried my blood on my palm
I never lowered my flags
and I cared for the green grass
over the graves of my ancestors”

But we know too well that our freedom is incomplete without the freedom of the Palestinians. – Mandela


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The boy & the apple tree

A long time ago, there was a vast apple tree. A little boy would come and play around the tree every day. He would climb to the top, eat the apples, and sleep in its shade. He loved the tree dearly and the tree loved him too.

The little boy grew older and no longer had the time to play around the tree. One afternoon the boy came back to the tree. He looked very miserable.

“Come and play with me,” the tree asked the boy.

“I am no longer a kid, I do not want to play around trees anymore,” the boy replied. “I want to play with toys like the other children but I don’t have any money to buy them.”

Unable to see the forlorn look on the boy, the tree replied. “I am sorry but I do not have any money, but you can pick all my apples and sell them. Then you will have plenty of money” The boy was so excited, he picked the entire apple and walked off without a word.

Now alone, the tree felt sad.

Days turned into months and months into years.

The boy had now grown into a man. He returned to the tree. Enthused the tree said “Come and play with me”

“I do not have time to play. I have my wife, my children and I must work for them. I need a house for shelter. Can you help me?” the man asked.

“I am very sorry but I do not have any houses. But you can chop my branches and build a house for your family.”

So the man cut all the branches of the tree and again left without a second glance, joyous that he could now build a house. The tree was glad to see him happy but the man never came back.

The tree had now grown old, sad and alone.

One hot summer day, the man returned. The tree was delighted.

“Come and play with me!” the tree said.

“I am getting old. I want to go sailing like my friends so I can relax. Can you give me a boat?” said the man without a moment’s thought.

The tree thought.

“Sorry but I do not have a boat. However you can use my trunk to build a boat. You can sail far away and be happy.”So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.

The tree was now bare and lifeless.

Finally, the man returned after many years.

“Sorry, my dear boy. But I do not have anything for you anymore. No more apples, no branches and no trunk,” the tree said.”No problem, I do not have any teeth to bite the apples with,” the man replied. “I am too old for all that now,” the man said.”I really cannot give you anything…the only thing left are my dying roots,” the tree said holding back tears. “I do not need much now, my wife has gone, my children have left. I am now sad and alone. I just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years,” the man replied.”Ah my dear boy! Lean on me and rest.”

The man sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears.

What do you think the tree represents?

The tree is like our parents.

When we are young, we love to play with them, go shopping with them. They meet all our needs, but as we grow older it is deemed “uncool” to spend time with them….slowly but surely we make friends we get married we grow apart. Our parents are still their providing, advising and giving.

They would put the world in your hands if they know it would bring you happiness….all without demanding anything back.

Parents are a blessing, make sure you let them know that.

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Quran is the light of your soul

Got bored so I made a video. Enjoy.

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Illusions of Reflections

There was a great King; he had a daughter – the princess. He loved her dearly and to show his love, he gave her a diamond necklace. The necklace was stolen; the princess searched high and low but could not find the necklace. The King asked the entire kingdom to look for the necklace and put up a huge reward of 5,000 gold coins. People searched and searched but could not find the necklace anywhere.

The following week a man was walking by the river. It was filthy and reeked of all sorts of unpleasant things, something caught his eye. Amidst all the rubbish, overgrowth he saw something shimmering. He looked closely and saw that is was actually the diamond necklace. His heart started to beat faster – 5,000 gold coins! They were his, he just needed to reach over and get the necklace. He used a large stick by the side of the river but was unable to hook on to the necklace. He rolled up his sleeves and reached over but he could not reach the necklace. Frustrated he walked into the filthy river and put his whole arm in to try to catch the necklace. But again he missed. He walked away but his mind wandered once again to the gold – he glanced over once more. He could see it, floating there, mocking him. More determined than before, he plunged into the filthy river – knowing that the stench would coat him and his clothes would be soiled. He swam around searching deep, but he could not find the necklace. Depressed and upset he got out.

Feeling rather aggrieved he started his journey back home. Just as he was about to walk on an old man approached him. He said “What is the matter? Why are your clothes dirty? Why do you look so forlorn?” He shook his head and said “Nothing.” He was scared that if she shared the secret with the old man he would take the necklace and hence the gold for himself. The old man could see something was wrong so he asked again. “What troubles you?” Plucking up some courage he tells the old man about the necklace and the 5,000 gold coins. He explained how he tried to catch it several times but missed it each time. The old man told him to look up and not down in the river. He was confused. The old man then pointed up and true enough there it was – the princesses necklace, hanging on the branch of the tall tree. He had been trying to capture a meagre reflection of the real necklace all this time.

In this material life we do not achieve the happiness we are looking for not matter how hard we endeavour for it. Instead we should look up to the Almighty – who is the fountain of mercy, happiness and peace. Stop chasing the reflections in this world.

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Want to change the world? First change yourself.

When I was young and free and my imagination had no limits, I dreamed of changing the world. As I grew older and wiser, I discovered the world would not change, so I shortened my sights somewhat and decided to change only my country.

But it, too, seemed immovable.

As I grew into my twilight years, in one last desperate attempt, I settled for changing only my family, those closest to me, but alas, they would have none of it.

And now, as I lie on my deathbed, I suddenly realize: If I had only changed myself first, then by example I would have changed my family.

From their inspiration and encouragement, I would then have been able to better my country, and who knows, I may have even changed the world.

[Inscription on the tomb of an Anglican Bishop in Westminster Abbey]

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Don’t give in…

A man woke up early in order to pray Fajr at his local Mosque. He made his wudhu got changed put on some oud and headed of to the Mosque.
On his way to the mosque he tripped fell and as a result all his clothes became dirty. He quickly got up went back home made wudhu again and changed into a clean set of clothes, again he set off. On his way again he tripped and fell in the exact same spot. Undeterred he got up, went home made wudhu got changed and headed of once again to the Mosque.
This time on his way to the Mosque he met a man holding a lamp. He asked the man who he was…the man replied “I saw you fall twice on your way to the Mosque, so to help you I brought a lamp to light your way” The man smiled and thanked him. They both set off together for the Mosque. They reached the door and the man thanked the man with the lamp once again. He pleaded with him to come into the mosque but the man said no, he asked once more and again the reply was no. The third time he asked why he did not wish to come and pray? the man with the lamp replied….”I am Satan.” The man was shocked at this reply. Satan went on, “I saw you on your way to the Mosque and it was I who made you fall. When you went home, cleaned yourself and went back on your way to the Mosque, Allah (swt) forgave all of your sins. I made you fall a second time, and even that did not encourage you to stay home, but rather, you went back on your way to the Mosque again. Because of that, Allah (swt) forgave all the sins of the people of your household. I was afraid if I made you fall one more time, then Allah (swt) will forgive the sins of the people of your village, so I made sure that you reached the Mosque safely.”

“Pray as though everything depended on God. Work as though everything depended on you”

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Judging in haste

A young lady was waiting for her flight in the boarding room of a big airport. As she would need to wait many hours, she decided to buy a book to spend her time. She also bought a packet of cookies


She sat down in an armchair, in the VIP room of the airport, to rest and read in peace. Beside the armchair where the packet of cookies lay, a man sat down in the next seat, opened his magazine and started reading.


When she took out the first cookie, the man took one also. She felt irritated but said nothing. She just thought: “What a nerve! If I was in the mood I would punch him for daring!”


For each cookie she took, the man took one too. This was infuriating her but she didn’t want to cause a scene. When only one cookie remained, she thought: “ah… What this abusive man do now?” Then, the man, taking the last cookie, divided it into half, giving her one half.


Ah! That was too much! She was much too angry now! In a huff, she took her book, her things and stormed to the boarding place. When she sat down in her seat, inside the plane, she looked into her purse to take her eyeglasses, and to her surprise, her packet of cookies was there, untouched, unopened!


She felt so ashamed! She realized that she was wrong… She had forgotten that her cookies were kept in her purse. The man had divided his cookies with her, without feeling angered or bitter.


“While she had been very angry, thinking that she was dividing her cookies with him. And now there was no chance to explain herself, nor to apologize.”

Judgements prevent us from seeing the good that lies beyond appearances.

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