<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Mifla's Blog</title><description>In The Name of Allah The Most Gracious and The Most Merciful. This blog is a reflection of how I perceive and live my life as a Muslim. Whatever good it conveys is from the mercy of my lord, whatever is imperfect is from my own soul. May Allah Subhantalh forgive me for my shortcomings and help all of us spend each and every moment of our lives in his way!!! Ameen</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</managingEditor><pubDate>Fri, 13 Sep 2024 21:14:39 +0530</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>In The Name of Allah The Most Gracious and The Most Merciful. This blog is a reflection of how I perceive and live my life as a Muslim. Whatever good it conveys is from the mercy of my lord, whatever is imperfect is from my own soul. May Allah Subhantalh </itunes:subtitle><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title>A Poem</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2009/10/poem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 13:43:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-237010678454828441</guid><description>Loneliness engulfs me  A soaring thought of fear  Uncertainty and longevity  Are my worst fears     I’m not asking for anything  Which I know u cannot do  Because I know you would do anything for me  If you could ever do     I know that you love me  And I know that love is deep  that is my only solace  In times as tough as these     I feel lost and lonely  And the tunnel seems so dark  Would I </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>My Guiding Light</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-guiding-light.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 08:14:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-5635812131481817125</guid><description>The going is getting tougher, new challenges and obstacles cloud my way. At times the stress overwhelms my soul. At these testing times I appease myself by reassuring myself that inshallah with Allah’s grace and rahma everything will be fine. Allah swt has always shown me the way through happiness and pain, inshallah he will bless me with the strength to conquer all mountains.  I feel I need to </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>~Contemporary Marital Advice~</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2009/03/contemporary-marital-advice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 16:51:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-4184484656854836239</guid><description>A contemporary woman advised her daughter saying:  You are about to enter a new life; different from the one you grew up in, a life in which you will not have your father, mother nor your brothers and sisters. You will become the wife of a man who wants nobody to share you with him, even your closest relative.   You should be to him like a wife and a mother; make him feel that you are everything </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>~Marital Advice~</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2009/03/umamah-bint-al-harith-at-tghlibiyyah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 16:32:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-8577089936621938686</guid><description>Umamah Bint al-Harith at-Tghlibiyyah was among the esteemed ladies in Arabia. She had some renowned and wise ethics and advice. When her daughter, Iyas Bint Awf, got married to the King of Kindah, al-Harith Ibn Arnru', and was ready to go to her new life, she gave her some valuable advice.  Umamah Bint al-Harith told her daughter: "Oh my daughter, if one ignores advice because of one's moral </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Repenting !!!</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2009/01/repenting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 21:55:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-807241639181657823</guid><description>I felt the pain deep withinA pain so deep and relentless indeedThe pain of sin so extremeMy heart bled with remorse defying my peaceAt times my lord it was habit not intentBut my heartfelt remorse is so intenseWould you punish me or banish me for my neglectIt’s in your mercy my lord that I depend Times are tough and evil dominatesEvery day is a struggle with forces intenseTake it or leave it, is </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Islamic Ink</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2008/11/islamic-ink.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Sat, 29 Nov 2008 20:56:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-3189210132855790274</guid><description>http://islamicink.wordpress.com/</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Honesty</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2008/11/honesty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2008 20:08:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-8807012254583925373</guid><description>By 'Ali Ba Dahdah Honesty is one of the greatest of all moral virtues. From it springs forth many of the noblest of human qualities like integrity, chastity, and valor. Some people might suppose that honesty is restricted to words. This is not the case. Honesty can manifest itself in our actions as well as in our innermost state of being.The great scholar and ethical thinker, al-Muhâsibî, once </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWqYOAO-STqOzCJ40YbbK4YWmYlmRdpdY2TjL8vUcgtmq6iYtK3MS08eom2QlP5RbXrZE17GWeNySuZgWNNZwGGV0AP8e219t0HKuGddwSeDgbI2oG23b3ZTRQp9hNJT7yQZJVmw/s72-c/2468211655_32db7057a2.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>My Little Daughter – A heart rendering story about patience</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-little-daughter-heart-rendering.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Sat, 1 Nov 2008 22:36:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-4979338179818211057</guid><description> By Sister KhadejahLittle Sarah (pronounced the Arabic way Sar – ra – h with emphasis on the ‘h’) Vachor was with us for 1 hour and 4 minutes this morning. She was hugged and loved by her brothers and sisters, spent some quality time in her parents’ arms, and as everyone was leaving she was placed in my arms where she died peacefully.Imam (our religious leader) came to the hospital to wash and </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiW8NYmE7ErSRClAm70Wh-jqMR6BDKljQfWYzLPR4L6iw164aghtVu9axWmu7cEdOgmBiyrqGUj117KyglD6jHCzTHwYVMXSdEdt4iN5Xws7K5Yhc0N04Crljyg8xITvVTe_SXiw/s72-c/2646856825_3be4a6ffa4.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Why I shed bikini for niqab !</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-i-shed-bikini-for-niqab.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 13:26:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-6242280955033123895</guid><description>By Sara Bokker I AM an American woman who was born in the midst of America's "Heartland." I grew up, just like any other girl, being fixated with the glamour of life in "the big city." Eventually, I moved to Florida and on to South Beach of Miami, a hotspot for those seeking the "glamorous life." Naturally, I did what most average Western girls do. I focused on my appearance and appeal, basing my</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Story of Burseesah</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2008/10/story-of-burseesah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2008 23:37:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-2195747787903937169</guid><description>There were three men from Bani Israel who were called to fight for the sake of Allah. They accepted the call, but they had concerns for their sister as she would be left behind with no-one to look after her. After some discussion, they agreed that the best place to leave her would be with the most trusted person in town.This was a pious man called Burseesah, who lived in a sanctuary and devoted </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>A Promise</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2008/10/promise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2008 08:05:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-474911918813372658</guid><description>Tears were trickling down my cheeksI knew you loved me so deepAt times my lord it’s hard to bearIt’s because I’m a mortal so plain and bareDeception, cruelty rules some daysI try to be truthful to pave a good wayIn a world where money and power dominatesDo I stand a chance to exercise my Islamic waysI feel to retreat and come back to youBut I know that’s not what you expect me to doTo be a </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>As I turn a year older!</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-i-turn-year-older.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2008 09:03:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-4028523434691805452</guid><description>As I turn a year olderMany things change tooBeing a sister a year olderBrings in new responsibilities tooI lookup at the sky in prayerTo thank the one whose love was so trueFor making me a lot strongerThrough trails which at times left me blueIt was always an affair between you and me my lordDespite any mortal who was the causeI always depend on you my lordNever leave me even for a wink of an eye</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Developing Love for Allaah</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2008/10/developing-love-for-allaah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Sat, 4 Oct 2008 17:26:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-701899004337040877</guid><description>Taken from al-Istiqaamah magazineIbnul Qayyim al-Jawziyyah (rahimahullaah) said:“People have discussed about mahabbah (love of Allaah); its causes and what brings it about, its signs and its fruits and its rulings. The most comprehensive saying about this is what Abu Bakr al-Kattaanee (rahimahullaah) relates about al-Junayd (d.279H).Abu Bakr al-Kattaanee (d.322H) said: ‘A discussion about </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Khalifa Umar's son marries a milkmaid</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2008/09/khalifa-umars-son-marries-milkmaid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 06:48:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-5632214476207415449</guid><description>  One night, Caliph Umar as usual went in disguise with his companion Ibn Abbas to see the condition of the people. They strolled from one quarter to another. At last they came to a colony where poor people lived.While passing by a small house, the Caliph heard a whispering talk within. The mother was telling her daughter that the amount of milk fetched by her for sale that day was very little. </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeiSxtERmbz2id0d8XSs3CzSTL-D1sDmVHEaJf2xW9Xw-0oa4dJxp3topOWOhZSomXj7HYRMn5a-BUmU0lwB2oFnFUGmVSkpBYmY1GCq2YzwCbB9F4yEFTLZCSd740Zw8D8uAyGw/s72-c/34285307_5f72a3b516.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Rejuvenate</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2008/09/rejuvenate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2008 22:56:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-1010097801760115059</guid><description> It’s at times impossible to concentrate during tharaweeh after a full day of work, but as it is work is part of our lives. I’m trying to formulate some strategies, which would help me concentrate better, inshallah. Working from home of course I should say is a very lucrative option, but at times its as tiring if not more than going to office itself. A few options I was looking at included taking</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Who I Am !</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-i-am.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Sun, 7 Sep 2008 15:59:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-1237463013362663153</guid><description>(An Excellent poem about the Muslim Woman)What do you seewhen you look at meDo you see someone limited,or someone free&lt;=&gt;&lt;=&gt;&lt;=&gt;&lt;=&gt;&lt;=&gt;&lt;=&gt;&lt;=&gt;&lt;=&gt;All some people can do is just look and stareSimply because they can't see my hair&lt;=&gt;&lt;=&gt;&lt;=&gt;&lt;=&gt;&lt;=&gt;&lt;=&gt;&lt;=&gt;&lt;=&gt;Others think I am controlled and uneducatedThey think that I am limited and un-liberated&lt;=&gt;&lt;=&gt;&lt;=&gt;&lt;=&gt;&lt;=&gt;&lt;=&gt;&lt;=&gt;&lt;=&gt;They are so thankful that they are not </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJf2IZ5IDIpCMSMva52x_UJwREQQceqdg4_YtDxfSlVZaE5-cJPp8BBfpI7oKIqMzcODszkt8NL8EZmHjL4lPOU6AbM1aHz_VO0bKEntaUCi5EtwLE4EjvWS8gipdGNef912FWDQ/s72-c/Hejab.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>This is good, Allah Almighty knows best !</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-good-allah-almighty-knows-best.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Sat, 6 Sep 2008 19:43:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-5153897456099120403</guid><description>*The Story of an African King and His Friend *A story is told about a King in Africa who had a close friend that he grew up with. The friend had a habit of looking at every situation that ever occurred in his life (positive or negative) by remarking, "This is good, Allah Almighty knows best" One day the King and his friend were out on a hunting expedition. The friend would load and prepare the </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Ramadhan Q &amp; A</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2008/09/assalamo-alaikum-wa-rahmatullahi-wa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Sat, 6 Sep 2008 19:27:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-1072146070048639563</guid><description>Assalamo Alaikum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa BarakatahuInshallah you are all in the best state of health and Imaan. Jumma Mubarak to you all and as always try and spend as much time as possible sending darood and salaam upon Nabi SAW. As mentioned last week recite Allahuma Sallay Ala Muhammadin Abdika Wa Nabiyika Wa Rasoolikan Nabiyyil Ummiyi. Reciting this darood and salaam upon Nabi SAW 80 times on </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>A scholar once asked his student …</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2008/09/scholar-once-asked-his-student.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Sat, 6 Sep 2008 14:01:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-3323688470619652151</guid><description>You have accompanied me for a long period of time, so what have you learnt?He replied : "Eight things"The first:I looked at the creation and found that every person has something that is beloved to him, but when that person reaches his grave, his beloved would be separated from him. So I made the most beloved thing to me my righteous deeds, so that they may be with me in my grave.The second: I </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Udqal4okhnhMXdhKMp5uG48i7b0CrCvvWRuMv4QbrJGu0_rmrwf-w5fKVQ1f66ABM-sPzITJJcl5_Qbt-7O8fKGSMavrYadOvVo0sMd5_nPXU7jo3WYAZ_MMkIV0a30TJMWMog/s72-c/9_1166493230.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>A Tearful Dua</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2008/09/tearful-dua.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Sat, 6 Sep 2008 02:27:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-5744868825202532315</guid><description>Source - Ramazan MagazineO Allah, O Karim,Please have Mercy on me.O Allah, O Karim,Please forgive mefor the sins I committed in the pastand those I will commit in the future.O Allah,have Mercy on all the Muslimeen,and guide them.Guide me O Allah,and guide my parents,my siblings, my cousins,my aunts and uncles,my nephews and nieces and so forth.O Allah,I ask Youto strengthen my iman and those </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Ramadhan Mubarak to everyone !</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2008/08/ramadhan-mubarak-to-everyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 17:09:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-4760493780916925599</guid><description>May Allah swt guide us on the straight path and make us stronger believers! Please remember me in your precious duas !I’m sharing this awesome poem, which I received through mail. Hope everyone enjoys it and ponders over its message as we welcome the month of ramadhan. Only Allah swt knows whether we will be alive to see another ramadhan, I fervently pray to Allah swt to show me and all of us the</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Hzk0cTxtgj_cy3jy_3ZwqKdVzveErkrM2ffuIltLsIXvDxkh1yJOsfBVBEikjdzCmdyZJWA2zkiDn8t89h2A91TEvEfR1tR8kC73MZay0q26vEn2JA32lpICuFI6Qh1XwW09FQ/s72-c/2807205193_4a7856c898.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Persevere</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2008/08/persevere.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 22:28:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-7113484710573628665</guid><description>I feel like a little boat lost in the midst of an ocean, not knowing where to turn for solace and relief.This is when I close my eyes and think deeply, so deep and remember my Allah. At times I feel that I have made wrong decisions, but I know that cannot be the case, as I always sought for guidance from my lord before each decision. It’s a test, a trial, something I should see through with my </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Less than perfect!!!</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2008/08/less-than-perfect.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Sat, 9 Aug 2008 13:29:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-3145044323336488943</guid><description> Life’s experiences had taught me many lessons; the ability to anticipate and accept what’s less than perfect, has been one it taught me very recently. Although I lived through many experiences which were less than perfect, it wasn’t a choice I made myself, but rather what Allah swt had destined for me. This time it’s a bit different, I myself have chosen to live in, to accept something that </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBGq0ut4o7HhUDBea2q9wN2-DWoYDOwT91BlDPLoYEwCN81rCtcXLUqw989_WnueiAExBbZXSbJS0jstJAbcRfyeuLHAKtIKDLJqYoSk7rLJLpvxFAGE6S88AznM-QXTthMDQnTQ/s72-c/152991936_6d7f631133.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Lie regarding Marriage</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2008/07/lie-regarding-marriage.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 10:54:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-1491610135867973816</guid><description>The whole world cannot contain my happiness, which I do not hide, and a shy smile appears on my face, as I hear my best friend tell me about her brother, “He wants to marry you.” I said to myself, ‘Now I will have a best friend and her brother will be my husband.” She praised his mannerism and good behavior and said while smiling, “You will live like the princesses of the Middle Ages. He will </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXO1NwyiZFCwYP-megz5QYK9pEe4t2rY2I12-x237c6bNjYOjsWqx2yYSn0gFfi9qDTLPHdU9RGAKTCURW-22F273fb4q3Ziaj3WODNOiVxZXtZmndgJyrqP57nHvgRRu-KU_z3A/s72-c/ring.bmp" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>An eye opener</title><link>http://mifla.blogspot.com/2008/07/eye-opener.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mifla Mashood)</author><pubDate>Tue, 8 Jul 2008 15:31:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34739733.post-3705964120702822097</guid><description>As Salaamu AlaikumBy SALEH ALILife is unpredictable. But I always thought I could predict what was going to happen next. It was only six days ago. I was driving home with my friends, Malik and Omar. It was Halloween night. We had just watched the movie Saw 3 at the recently refurbished theater at the 3rd Street Promenade in Santo Monica, CA. It was 11:46pm when I glanced at the clock on the </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>