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&lt;br /&gt;Nah, on a more serious note, I hope everyone is safe. And no, the whole "If you can't beat them, join them" is not an option. God bless you all. (The residents, not the dumb rioters)
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&lt;br /&gt;A  friend told me this (and he's not a racist, he lives around where the   riot is), "Ironically, in exactly a year from now, black people will be   running for Gold and Silver and it will all start with a single shot of  a pistol"
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&lt;br /&gt;Would you be ready?
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&lt;br /&gt;Have you done your prayers today? All 5 of them?
&lt;br /&gt;Have you opened the Qur'an lately? And spent 5 minutes to read a few verses.
&lt;br /&gt;Have you smiled to a complete stranger?
&lt;br /&gt;Have you given a few pounds? A few dollars to the less fortunate?
&lt;br /&gt;When you heard Adzan, did you turn off your TV and radio?
&lt;br /&gt;With all the money your parents invested in your education, do you think you used it wisely?
&lt;br /&gt;have you forgiven everyone who has done you wrong?
&lt;br /&gt;have you apologized to everyone whom you did wrong?
&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure you have been forgiven?
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&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you thought of touching alcohol?
&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you touched alcohol?
&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you lied to your parents?
&lt;br /&gt;About the smallest things, like whether you had taken a shower.
&lt;br /&gt;To the big things like if you had prayed today. Or if you smoked at all.
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&lt;br /&gt;You're going out today. What are you planning on wearing?
&lt;br /&gt;Is your bare chest exposed?
&lt;br /&gt;Are your bare legs exposed?
&lt;br /&gt;Is your bottom covered?
&lt;br /&gt;If the top too tight? Are the jeans too tight?
&lt;br /&gt;When you pass by a woman in Hijab, do you feel right?
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&lt;br /&gt;When you look in the mirror, do you say Subhanallah?
&lt;br /&gt;Do you say Alhamdullillah?
&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you thanked God for the limbs, working and healthy organs He had given you?
&lt;br /&gt;Why do you ruin it by ingesting harmful things?
&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you thanked God for the eyes you see with, the nose you breathe through and the lips you talk with?
&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you thanked God for the house you live in, the bed you sleep in and the family and friends you have?
&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you complained you don't have the latest phone, latest laptop and latest bags and shoes?
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&lt;br /&gt;When you eat, do you say Bismillahirrahmanirrahim?
&lt;br /&gt;When you finish, do you say Alhamdullillah?
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&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you pray Tahajjud?
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&lt;br /&gt;When you walked outside, did you look down when a beautiful girl walked by?
&lt;br /&gt;When your friends told you to do something bad, did you do it?
&lt;br /&gt;Did you ask them to not do it?
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&lt;br /&gt;Well, personally, I'm not ready.
&lt;br /&gt;Are you?
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&lt;br /&gt;Time flew so fast. The first week of Ramadan is now in the past. I know I'm supposed to not curse, but I just have to. Or shall I write without profanities?
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&lt;br /&gt;First of all, you can't complain about guys treating you like nothing if you don't respect yourself enough that you're willing to be nothing just for a penis. :)
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&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, I think I'm gonna have pizza for iftar. And ice cream sandwich.
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New Moon. Eclipse. Breaking Dawn</title><content type="html">I was very skeptical when it came to Robert Pattinson and his friends. I thought it was just our teenage girls with raging hormones over reacting whenever anybody mentioned anything to do with twilight. I decided to not read or watch the movie just to stay on the safe side with the cool kids. However, shit changed. I went to visit a family friend in Qatar, despite our request to stay in the car and sleep, and chilled a bit with the daughter who was pretty cool for her age. She has all the 4 books. I laughed at her and opened up cosmo instead. All right, it was cosmoGirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading the magazines in 10 minutes. Well, I flipped through the pages and scanned through the outfits. I couldn't careless about Leighton's life really. Even then, my parents still didn't wanna leave. I sighed and took the first book off the shelf (or whatever). Before I opened the book, I asked her for spoilers, you know, so I wouldn't have to read them. She, however, refused to tell. I didn't wanna be annoying, so I opened the book and began reading. God bless me for being a fast reader. It was actually interesting. I mean, she didn't use big words or anything, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple pages later, my parents finally decided to leave. Pah! I thought. Just when I actually started reading. Thank Goodness I have connection back in Saudi. My 12 yr old sister's friends &gt;=) What? you think I have some mafia friends down in Saudi? I never stuck around long enough in the compound to actually meet people. Sad? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made my sister borrow the first book from her friend. I swear, the girl was treating her book like it was holy or something. She refused to bring it to school and made my sister walk to her home to get it. She also removed the cover so it wouldn't get ruined. Overreacting much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still got the book anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was okay. I decided to download the movie instead and skipped through the first book. Same shit. Edward may be hot and all, but a stalker is a stalker. The first book seems pretty cool. Except for the fact that vampires glitter in the sun. That's just gay. Also, no mater how hot people think Robert is, he still looks feminine to me. And pasty. If he weren't a vampire, he'd just be a pale, gay kid in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my sister came back home with New Moon. She was reading it, so I took it from her when she was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Bella ditched all her friends for her pale boyfriend who'd sneak into her room through her window every night. You see, even though Edward spent every night in her room, they never did it. He'd tease her, excite the poor bitch, realize that he likes men and pull away. This is a vampire book for crying out loud, we expect some actions meyer! On her birthday, he gave her a mixtape. Coz apparently, it's the thought that counts. A couple of days later, he dumped her in the woods and took back his mixtape. (ahaha). Bella's life became boring for a couple of months until she decided to roll with werewolves. Seduced one of them , in her own "adorable" kinda way. She then jumped off a cliff and lived (damn!). Edward's sister, Raven, I mean Alice,  saw this in her "vision". She then came back and found out that she'd make a mistake. Edward, being a fool in love he is, then ran to the mafia vampires family in Italy to die. Bella then flew to Italy to stop him and he was stopped. The mafia, however, didn't like this. They were then taken to the lair (or whatever) and the godfather let them live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the "Cullen" family came back and Bella and Edward became a couple again. Oh, and Victoria was still out there hunting for Bella. Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eclipse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thick book and Ed was still not getting some. Well, he refused to get some even though Bella had begged him too. Gay. Basically, Bella graduated and got engaged to Ed. Meanwhile, Victoria was forming an army or "newborn" vampires in Seattle. Why seattle? Was she avoiding Canadian blood? I don't know. Still, the bad army attacked. So the cullens and the werewolves got together and fought back. They won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;br /&gt;Bella and Ed got married. They went to some scary island near Rio and did it human-vampire style in the house. Here, we found out that Edward liked it rough. It also seemed like Bella didn't, coz she didn't seem to remember shit. Who the hell woke up saying "what happened?" after getting laid. Anyway, so they forgot to use the rubber and she got knocked up. Then this was the part where Meyer started writing from Jacob's point of view. Hot as described, Jacob was as boring as Bella, no wonder she didn't choose him. Spawn of vampires grew so damn quickly that it was breaking her spines and shit. Meyer didn't spare us the details. Bitch. So yeah, after vomiting a fountain of blood (coz that was all the spawn would eat) and  having her uterus ripped out so that the baby could get out, Edward injected venom into her system. Jacob was also with her all the time. By the way, he fell in love (like in love in love) with her baby. The fuck? What are you trying to teach kids here Meyer? She then transformed fron her ugly betty self into a "beautiful" vampire. This and that, the vampire mafia didn't like this. So yeah they came to kill the baby and they talked it over and killed the vampire who ratted Bella to the mafia. funny funny. Then yeah, they existed happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Bella's so damn dull that her power after transforming is also dull. She's a shield. yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, now I have to find other things to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009408912627048454-2306343113470551225?l=shawtcayke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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