Life's But An Irony Of Jokes
Life's An Irony
An irony of love and friendship
Life's a play
A play of hypocrisy
Aren't you even tired of these?
Fate's playing this big joke on me
On you and i, on us
let me go
Before i break down

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Today is fathers day and almost everyone I know
is enjoying this day with their dads except this friend
of mine who lost her dad 6 months ago. She never told
me until yesterday when we were talking and
I told her I spent 4 hrs looking for a gift and her response
was, "I wish I can do the same". Didn't pay much
attention to her response cuz I thought maybe her
parents are divorced or separated but
tears from her eyes made me inquisitive.
She started crying and told me that she lost
her dad and its very hard for her to deal with this loss.
At that point I was totally shocked. I've known her
for almost a year and I just couldn't believe
that she went through these tough times and
didn't tell me. I know I couldn't have done anything
anyways, death is very very hard for the ones who
are left behind.
I wanted to make her feel better but didn't know how,
wanted to say something but didn't know what. So I
let her cry because it is perfectly healthy to grieve and
to be sad and cry. I feel sort of helpless and wish there
was more I could do to help her through this part of her life.

WAQT11:48 PM
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Thursday, June 08, 2006

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN GUTS AND BALLS
We've all heard about people having guts or balls.
But do you really know the difference between them?
In an effort to keep you informed, the definition for each is listed below.


GUTS - is arriving home late after a night out with the guys,
being assaulted by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to ask:
"Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?"

BALLS - is coming home late after a night out with the guys,
smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar,
slapping your wife on the butt and having the balls to say:
"You're next."

As for me,I have neither.........!!!

WAQT1:30 AM
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Saturday, June 03, 2006

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It was early in the morning at four,
When death knocked upon a bedroom door,

Who is there? The sleeping one cried.
I'm Malkul Mawt, let me inside.

At once, the man began to shiver,
As one sweating in deadly fever,

He shouted to his sleeping wife,
Don't let him take away my life.

Please go
away, O Angel of Death!
Leave me alone; I'm not ready yet.

My family on me depends,
Give me a chance, O please prepense!

The angel knocked again and again,
Friend! I'll take your life without a pain,

This your soul, Allah requires,
I come not with my own desire.

Bewildered, the man began to cry,
O Angel I'm so afraid to die,

I'll give you gold and be your slave,
Don't send me to the unlit grave.

Let me in, O Friend! The Angel said,
Open the door; get up from your bed,

If you do not allow me in,
I will walk through it, like a Jinn.

The man
held a gun in his right hand,
Ready to defy the Angel's stand.

I'll point my gun, towards your head,
You dare come in; I'll shoot you dead.

By now the Angel was in the room,

Saying, O Friend! Prepare for you doom.

Foolish man, Angels never die,
Put down your gun and do not sigh.

Why are you afraid! Tell me O man,
To die according to Allah's plan?

Come smile at me, do not be grim,
Be Happy to return to Him.

O Angel! I bow my head in shame,
I had no time to take Allah's Name.

From morning till dusk, I made my wealth,
Not even caring for my health.

Allah's command I never obeyed,
Nor five times a day I ever prayed.

A Ramadan came and a Ramadan went,
But no time had I to repent.

The Hajj was already FARD on me,
But I would not part with my money.

All charities I did ignore,
Taking usury more and more.

Sometimes I sipped my favorite wine,
With flirting women I sat to dine.

O Angel! I appeal to you,
Spare my life for a year or two.

The Laws of Quran I will obey,
I'll begin SALAT this very day.

My Fast and Hajj, I will complete,
And keep away from self-conceit.

I will refrain from usury,
And give all my wealth to charity,

Wine and wenches I will detest,
Allah's oneness I will attest.

We Angels do what Allah demands,
We cannot go against His commands.

Death is ordained for everyone,
Father, mother, daughter or son.

I'm afraid this moment is your last,
Now be reminded, of your past,

I do understand your fears,
But it is now too late for tears.

You lived in this world, two score and more,
Never did you, your people
adore.

Your parents, you did not obey,
Hungry beggars, you turned away.

Your two ill-gotten, female offspring,
In nightclubs, for livelihood they sing.

Instead of making more Muslims,
You made your children non-Muslims.

You ignored the Mua'dhin Adhaan,
Nor did you read the Holy Quran.

Breaking promises all your life,
Backbiting friends, and causing
strife.

From hoarded goods, great profits you made,
And your poor workers, you underpaid.

Horses and cards were your leisure,
Moneymaking was your pleasure.

You ate vitamins and grew more fat,
With the very sick, you never sat.

A pint of blood you never gave,
Which could a little baby save?

O Human, you have done enough wrong,
You bought good properties for a
song.

When the farmers appealed to you,
You did not have mercy, this true.

Paradise for you? I cannot tell,
Undoubtedly you will dwell in hell.

There is no time for you to repent,
I'll take your soul for which I am sent.

The ending however, is very sad,
Eventually the man became mad

With a cry, he jumped out of bed,
And suddenly, he fell down dead.

O Reader! Take moral from here,
You never know, your end may be near

Change
your living and make amends
For heaven, on your deeds depends.

If this poem inspires you,
It can help someone too.


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WAQT1:44 AM
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