Happy Veterans Day!
You are one of the most courageous people I know because you always do the right thing. You never take shortcuts in life and you appreciate a challenge, no matter the circumstances.
Everyone who knows you immediately recognize your unwavering love for life and culture. You are compassionate towards others. Those of us call you a friend or family are beyond lucky.
I wish you were home, but I know you are doing great things in California. Being good at anything, especially business, takes sacrifice and time. You've shown me the importance of making sacrifices.
Can't wait until you're home.
Fighting battles and overcoming life hurdles is what living is all about.
P.S the doodle is of a karate guy breaking tiles well it dint come out quite as i liked... Well anyways this is the best i could do 😄😄
Ibn 'Abbas said, "There are 360 joints and each of them owes sadaqa every single day. Every good word is sadaqa. A man's helping his brother is sadaqah. A drink of water which he gives is sadaqah. Removing something harmful from the road is sadaqah."
Cris-Cros up you go,
Trampling on the freshly laid snow,
Your burden is heavy,
So you lug it on your bones,
Your heaves are laboured,
But you can't stop to take a breather,
You chug down your peasant wine,
And go on!
Cris-Crossing through the freshly laid grass you go,
The ground is crowded,
So you knuckle a few out of your way,
Your hands are bruising,
But you can't stop pushing ahead,
You chomp down your peasant morsels,
And go on!
Cris and Cros you go,
Living is a rat race for you,
You yearn to be at the lead,
So you kill your conscience,
You yearn to be different,
But end up being just another rat,
You dream and dream and dream,
Then ruin and break and ruin,
And you go on!
"It was said:"choose your
companions wisely for indeed
you are choosing the front row
for your janazah (funeral prayer). Therefore surround yourself
with the company of the
righteous believers and know
that death comes without an
Am sure every woman goes through this stage of baggy clothes and pillar like legs during pregnancy. Sometimes we feel like water balloons rolling around for movement😄😄
P.S not yet experienced this stage yet 😄
I'm writing this for you, and with your knowledge you Are aware of the words I'm writing down before I begin to implement it into my thoughts and down my notes, how magnificent and at awe I am of you, my lord i stumble on your path and the deception of this dunya is trying to reach out to me, but you seem to always bring me back, you loved me before I knew me, Ar-Rahim your mercy you shown to me when my tears fell down and I've gotten weak in my knees, remember that time I've told you faith is all I needed in this world, you've given me you and you are enough for me to get through, I'm just another of your creation out of millions that seeks you because I can't make it without yo...
Being a Male is a matter of Birth
Being a Man is a matter of time
Being a Gentleman is a matter of "Choice"
Dear friends of lettrs,
Creation is personal. It identifies you with how you feel and what you want to share. In fact the exhilaration of writing comes with that moment of true originality!
Let's be conscious as a community and give credit to words where credit is due. If you re-post another writer's words or quote, then please do leave a footnote of the original author in your letter. We want all voices to be heard and not to be taken. Be an original!
In Respect & Appreciation,
-the head lettrist
Oh the ink, the ink so black
Her fingers amble along its edge,
The little pinky dissolving in the black...
Dripping drip drip from the nail's edge!
The blackened pinky marks the scars,
That her hide boasts, that her rags hide
Oh the ink, the ink so black
Dripping drip drip from her soul's edge!
I remembered a wicked moment On the school days when I was on 9th standard I remembered a Crooked moment with a new comers I remembered a boy a new comer on the class who was a teacher child his name was Rajan, he was a stylish & good looking boy & Proudy nature with others students.. one day he insulted a boy who was a average student & he was not good in English so he was embarrassed in front of the classroom, then me & others friends decided to teach him a lesson then on that eve on the history class while Sir was taking a class & writing on the board by the chalk we penned down the plan by a piece of chalk ..actually chalk box was near to me & Rajan was with me on the same bench..so I...
People all over the world are suffering.
Someone might be having a major operation tonight. Someone maybe breathing their last. Someone might have lost a dear one. Someone might be having sleepless nights due to drone attacks and bombs falling in their backyards. Someone might be going to bed with an empty stomach. Someone might be a victim of domestic violence.
"And when your Lord made it known: If you are grateful, I would certainly give to you more, and if you are ungrateful, My chastisement is truly severe."
If you close your eyes and imagine me, I will be there. Whispering love and other things in your ear. You will feel me pressing my lips against your skin, in all the sensitive places that no one else can see. Imagine me there and I will be there with you, inside of you in a way that no one else has ever been.
Please give my parents what's best for them, ease their pain and reward them for every single ounce of pain they ever felt. Ameen!
What is freedom of expression? Without the freedom to offend, it ceases to exist.
R.I.P. Charlie Hebdo staff. You are heroes.