Tag Archives: Mercy

Pleased

How can one be pleased?

Are we at the brink of blowing up our beautiful world?

When are the Republicans going to come to their senses, and wake up from their Trump induced haze, and do something to get rid of the menace in our midst?

Please God have mercy on us.

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Pleased

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Countless 


When we hear about the death of someone we know we have been told to say “Inna Lillahi wa Inna ilayhi rajiun”. This verse from the Quran: Surah 2, Ayat 156 means “Truly to Allah we belong and truly to Him we shall return”. 

I may have repeated this Ayat countless times myself at the news of death, but one can use this Ayat for another purpose too.

When I misplace something. I have found it amazing when I find it immediately after repeating the above Ayat. The moment I realize I am not finding the thing I am looking for I go numb with worry. Sometimes I forget to say the Ayat. It takes longer to find what I am looking for, and then it comes to mind what I have to say, and hey in a second I find it.

I can only say:

Countless are the ways His Mercies work

Countless are the ways God Help us through

Countless are the times we forget His Grace

Countless are the times He Forgives us though

(Sheen-May2016)

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Countless

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The Last Stone

The stone will simply say;  

In the name of God, Who is Merciful

Here lies …….

Date of death ………

Where my last remains will be buried, I don’t know?

I can’t foretell. Will I be buried alongside my husband in his ancestral village? Or here in Houston? Or in Saudi Arabia, if I am on a visit to my daughter? That remains to be seen.

I don’t want to make a choice, so as not to make any difficulty for my children. I have heard that in Saudi Arabia they pour chemicals on a dead body so that it disintegrates quickly, and the grave is left to another dead body. Obviously that is too horrible to contemplate. I hope God in His Infinite Mercy doesn’t let me have that fate. Ameen.

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Immortalized in Stone

Your personal sculptor is carving a person, thing or event from the last year of your life. What’s the statue of and what makes it so significant?

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Give Thanks

My first thought is to thank God, who is the Creator, the Protector, the Giver of all things in the Universe. From childhood I was taught to say:

 Shukr-Alhamdulillah. It’s meaning is: Thanks to Allah, and all praise to Him.

That’s what I say when any good news I hear. When joy comes my way I remember to thank God for His Mercy on me.

I have been an orphan, and now a widow. I could have been penniless, or homeless which thanks to God I am not. I feel innumerably thankful to God for everything in my life.

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Michael Jackson sings – Give Thanks To Allah I came across a song in praise of ALLAH. It was …

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Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

You get some incredibly, amazingly, wonderfully fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?

Peace be Upon You

This isn’t about the third sentence from Mrs Anglo Swiss’s blog. I got the idea about what to write was from her second last, and third last paragraphs.

Muslims greet each other with the words:

  

These words are : AssalamuAlaikum Warahmatullahi Wah Barakatuhu. 

The translation: May Peace be upon you, and God’s Mercy, and Blessings.

Normally people use a shorter version which is; AssalamuAlaikum (Peace be upon you). The return reply is: WahlaikumAssalam which means “to you Peace be upon you”.

The correct way of etiquette is that the person who is younger should greet first the older one. Another way is that both should say it at the same time. Some who are arrogant, and have a mistaken idea about their own worth wait till the other person say it first, and then they deign to reply.

I have really met such people. Basically they are good people, but why they act this way is beyond me. I hold parents responsible, and specially the mothers for such an attitude. Children learn from their parents, and teachers. Good manners should be taught at an early age when children are impressionable. What they imbibe at this stage makes up their personalities later on.

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Third From the Top

Head to “Blogs I Follow” in the Reader. Scroll down to the third post in the list. Take the third sentence in the post, and work it into your own.


A New Year

New Skin
If you could spend the next year as someone radically different from the current “you” — a member of a different species, someone from a different gender or generation, etc. — who would you choose to be?

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Who will I choose? Let us see

I have to think — what could I be

A bird 🐧, a flower 🌷, or a tree 🌴

Or choose to be

Who I am 😊, as you see

The life I have lived hasn’t been a smooth ride

But God has been kind, as kind He could be

I beg for God’s Mercy for the years ahead

And let me be grateful for His Kindness to me

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What to Say?

Daily Prompt: Head Turners
We often hear strange snippets of conversation as we walk through public spaces. When was the last time you overheard something so interesting, ridiculous, or disturbing you really wanted to know what it was all about?

As a teenager though I understood my mother tongue Pushto, I couldn’t speak it fluently. The reason was — at home our servants talked to us in Urdu or Punjabi, and at school English was mandatory. I grew up with basic rudimentary words of Pushto.

My Pushto improved with my marriage to my husband. Although I can’t write in it, but I can speak it fluently, and can read it too. In the beginning people around me would laugh at the words I spoke. At home R would hold his stomach, and laugh at my feeble attempts (at Pushto speaking).

A few years back at a village wedding, some village women were discussing me right in front of myself. Thank God for mercies, it was all complimentary. Nothing derogatory was said. They thought that I wouldn’t know what they were talking about. I moved away from them.

On one occasion my cousin’s wife went to visit her young widowed relation to offer condolences.

She laughingly asked me, “Do you know what you’re called behind your back?”

I braced myself for embarrassment. She kept on laughing making me assume God knows all sorts of things.

“The villagers call you an Angrez (a foreigner).”

Ooh! I breathed a sigh of relief. I was mentally prepared for something worse.

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