Showing posts with label After Ramadan 2011. Show all posts
Showing posts with label After Ramadan 2011. Show all posts
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Revolution against Soul 3 _ Envy
Revolution Against soul 4 _ Stinginess البخل
New / Passionate/ Documenay style / Has lots of meaning
I really enjoy how he reads a part of the quran at the start
I also love the title of the show as I have a revolution against my own soul in all diferent ways this year
This year I revolutionise......against my soul
Sitoot Endings
Sitoot End
I hope God accept
even though I didn't come first
But i hope god prevents
my goodness from dying
and I hope God cleans
my slate clean like in Ramadan
and I hope God reminds me always
of the strength inside me and the love towards Life that I have
I hope God forgives me
from sins in the past present future
I hope God saves me from rumours
one i make and ones I create
i hope God takes all my fears
and replaces them with patience
i hope God helps me succeed in all I do
I hope God gives me what I dream
for if he gives it to me
It can happen in the fastest of days
I hope God changes me for the better
I hope God changes me for my family and myself
to do well
I hope God shows me better
I hope God shows me better people
I hope God shows me the better in me
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Starting again_ what is it that you truly want ?
I must be clear about this Question and when I know the answers I must be clear about them too - their is no fooling about anymore - I asked myself on the bus/the underground/ all the way home
What is it that I truly want? why did I do this or that ? why am I doing this now or in the future ?
No answers - Just mess
The answers are not all ready still but one for Sure is
I truly want to be faithful to God -
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What is it that I truly want? why did I do this or that ? why am I doing this now or in the future ?
No answers - Just mess
The answers are not all ready still but one for Sure is
I truly want to be faithful to God -
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Starting Again_ Reading and Learning Quran
Read Quran......Like it's Ramadan - Remember the Strength Hope and Beautiful recitations
Remeber the reason you read and the promises about learning it - Don't forget this promise no matter what for Quran is the medicine and rope you need to hold on to
Remeber the reason you read and the promises about learning it - Don't forget this promise no matter what for Quran is the medicine and rope you need to hold on to
Starting Again_No Bread
It's time to make new promises
In all aspects of my life
It's time to show God I've really changes this Ramadan
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I will start in the weight department by cutting out bread -
Friday, September 9, 2011
Sitoot Middles
in the middle of my heart there is a breath that begs for more
amidst the desert of unknown flavours and fearful times
I ask for more
in the middle of my heart there is a sweet time of morning and recitation when I cannot sleep and I cannot feel but song flowing in the wind flowing in my mind flowing in freedom flowing to tommorow from forever
in the middle of my heart I close my eyes and take a breath to survive
of language that ryhmes, language that means , language that is alive
in the middle of my breath my heart desires to be light , to be motionless, yet powerless for more
In the middle of today I think of tommorow remembering the past thinking - these voices are my interchange to heaven these beautiful words are my only hope - the secret of an african queen - staring into the skies dreaming of a place elsewhere with passion and love - through twists of sky and cold of dawn - amidst the breaking ice and the earth's vastness - she dreams of a place filled with all her dreams - maybe new ones maybe forgotten ones maybe real ones - maybe even not her own ones but the ones of a beautiful Muslim girl.
through my eyes I imagine a sight amazing - I imagine a man in love...with me, I imagine horses racing to their enemies , their breaths violent with gods strength their eyes glowing with triumph their holders wanting nothing but to pass this religion onto us - onto me - A long time ago but I imagine it yesterday a long time ago but I imagine the reflection is only a moment away a long time ag but I imagine was I there?
I imagine their love and power, their meaning their hope their words their laughs or maybe their seriousness - their life - their deaths
I imagine their families, their reason and their heaven
in the middle of my heart their is a growing place filled with sorrow for my wasted past and my weakensses their is a place for my undying love for my faith and a fear that no one will understand me
how far am I from beauty?
how near am I to love?
in them middle of my heart there is a bliss of not knowing yet a fear of being the one left out
It is not what God has in plan for me that I am afraid of it is what my own disaster can hold for me
what my own sickness can make me feel and what my own blackness can delete
SO in the middle of my heart I beg and beg for white to draw on all my heart - for change and continuity ----------forever
amidst the desert of unknown flavours and fearful times
I ask for more
in the middle of my heart there is a sweet time of morning and recitation when I cannot sleep and I cannot feel but song flowing in the wind flowing in my mind flowing in freedom flowing to tommorow from forever
in the middle of my heart I close my eyes and take a breath to survive
of language that ryhmes, language that means , language that is alive
in the middle of my breath my heart desires to be light , to be motionless, yet powerless for more
In the middle of today I think of tommorow remembering the past thinking - these voices are my interchange to heaven these beautiful words are my only hope - the secret of an african queen - staring into the skies dreaming of a place elsewhere with passion and love - through twists of sky and cold of dawn - amidst the breaking ice and the earth's vastness - she dreams of a place filled with all her dreams - maybe new ones maybe forgotten ones maybe real ones - maybe even not her own ones but the ones of a beautiful Muslim girl.
through my eyes I imagine a sight amazing - I imagine a man in love...with me, I imagine horses racing to their enemies , their breaths violent with gods strength their eyes glowing with triumph their holders wanting nothing but to pass this religion onto us - onto me - A long time ago but I imagine it yesterday a long time ago but I imagine the reflection is only a moment away a long time ag but I imagine was I there?
I imagine their love and power, their meaning their hope their words their laughs or maybe their seriousness - their life - their deaths
I imagine their families, their reason and their heaven
in the middle of my heart their is a growing place filled with sorrow for my wasted past and my weakensses their is a place for my undying love for my faith and a fear that no one will understand me
how far am I from beauty?
how near am I to love?
in them middle of my heart there is a bliss of not knowing yet a fear of being the one left out
It is not what God has in plan for me that I am afraid of it is what my own disaster can hold for me
what my own sickness can make me feel and what my own blackness can delete
SO in the middle of my heart I beg and beg for white to draw on all my heart - for change and continuity ----------forever
Monday, September 5, 2011
Sutoot beginnings
Cant begin Sutoot
They say you can fast 6 days is to 365 days
Isay it is so hard
they say ' lets mae it harder for her by making her want to fast and want the gift of days but let her not do it at all
each morning we will stop her fasting diong what is so easy and pure
I say its time for the devil to leave me alone
I say Its time to begin suttot and continue on the journey of return to paradise and good life
I say its time to do al lfor god
I say its time to never give in
get young
get free
get happy
I say do what you want
be who you want
live how you want under the sun of gods shine
I say be happy for their is no more time to be sad
They say you can fast 6 days is to 365 days
Isay it is so hard
they say ' lets mae it harder for her by making her want to fast and want the gift of days but let her not do it at all
each morning we will stop her fasting diong what is so easy and pure
I say its time for the devil to leave me alone
I say Its time to begin suttot and continue on the journey of return to paradise and good life
I say its time to do al lfor god
I say its time to never give in
get young
get free
get happy
I say do what you want
be who you want
live how you want under the sun of gods shine
I say be happy for their is no more time to be sad
just one week from Ramadan
I am in a much smaller room but a much wider meaning
a much bigger heart in a strange capacity
I'm so tired yet feel fulfilled
my feet ache I'm so sleepy but cannot sleep
I hear planes outside
the sound of the city
queit mixed with attitude
my mind is jolted into tommorrow
the present has run by so fast
I can still remember the first day
of anything
and here i am .....lost but under control
I thank you God for all you have done and the thoughts you hav given me
only one week from Ramadan and its feels a year
so different life is from the beautiful time awway from the bad and ugly in this world
so i promise to keep my wolrd beautiful
Ya Rab I am here for you
help me protect what is yours and you have offered me
protect me ya rab first from me then from others Ya Rab
a much bigger heart in a strange capacity
I'm so tired yet feel fulfilled
my feet ache I'm so sleepy but cannot sleep
I hear planes outside
the sound of the city
queit mixed with attitude
my mind is jolted into tommorrow
the present has run by so fast
I can still remember the first day
of anything
and here i am .....lost but under control
I thank you God for all you have done and the thoughts you hav given me
only one week from Ramadan and its feels a year
so different life is from the beautiful time awway from the bad and ugly in this world
so i promise to keep my wolrd beautiful
Ya Rab I am here for you
help me protect what is yours and you have offered me
protect me ya rab first from me then from others Ya Rab
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Eed 1_A new day
Today..is a new day
filled with red velvet and silver
methods of tommorrow
lavish scents of anticpitaion and love
I am apart
of a wonderful time
I am apart of an honest creation
today is a beautiful day
filled with sweets of heaven
opened with colours of sky happy to sing
sunrise means firstly come
into a world of new
into a day happy
Today is a happy day
EED Mubarak
with Love
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
The last sunset - The fasting promise -
The Fasting Promise means that I will always have in my Heart the Idea of Fasting - Keeping a healthy body,mind and spirit.
Amr Khalid the best Islamic religious scholar mentioned -
' That when you stop food and drink then your mind remembers everything else -'
Even if I don't Fast literally the idea of promising to remember that Mode
My body
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What it is...
I see Life like a rose in the ice... beautiful but with cold settings - There are so many incredible things out there - but we always need to fight and perservere against the hardships too... otherwise the cold will win ... and we will wither away.
My imagination has led me to believe in something called 'Sudan Fairytale' -
The fantasy that My country will one day be independant and proud, never selfsish to provide its people with its needs, give freedom and success to all, be forever committed to achieve a prosperous inhabitance to every Sudanese in their own country-
My eyes fail me and I see the truth which I call - 'Khartoum Heartbreak' - This is a theme running through the blog under the 'Khartoum Heartbreak' Poems and whatever else about Sudan conveying broken down love, poor streets and cut off electricity along with a lot of other decays and problems in Khartoum city Life.
But I love my country and so I have no choice but to merge the Pain and the Love as one.
Faith is my heart and I could never do without it hoping in my prayers that I can be someone better always and that God forgives me as I fall in Mistakes through that frozen path of Life...
Sometimes I feel under control with all the too many emotions that run to colour my days and nights - Books, movies, music, dreams, friends, family, strangers, travel, - reality - the 10 O' Clock news -Most of the time I'm very Lost in trying to understand - whatever happens becomes tangled into writing this confusing memoir -
It's a really odd combination of air - not sure whether it is refreshing or suffocating - stabilising or maddening - But I breathe and
so it is
'Memoirs of a Sudanese breath' as I am 'Lost but under control' -
My imagination has led me to believe in something called 'Sudan Fairytale' -
The fantasy that My country will one day be independant and proud, never selfsish to provide its people with its needs, give freedom and success to all, be forever committed to achieve a prosperous inhabitance to every Sudanese in their own country-
My eyes fail me and I see the truth which I call - 'Khartoum Heartbreak' - This is a theme running through the blog under the 'Khartoum Heartbreak' Poems and whatever else about Sudan conveying broken down love, poor streets and cut off electricity along with a lot of other decays and problems in Khartoum city Life.
But I love my country and so I have no choice but to merge the Pain and the Love as one.
Faith is my heart and I could never do without it hoping in my prayers that I can be someone better always and that God forgives me as I fall in Mistakes through that frozen path of Life...
Sometimes I feel under control with all the too many emotions that run to colour my days and nights - Books, movies, music, dreams, friends, family, strangers, travel, - reality - the 10 O' Clock news -Most of the time I'm very Lost in trying to understand - whatever happens becomes tangled into writing this confusing memoir -
It's a really odd combination of air - not sure whether it is refreshing or suffocating - stabilising or maddening - But I breathe and
so it is
'Memoirs of a Sudanese breath' as I am 'Lost but under control' -



