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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ECRn06eyp7ImA9WhRRFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969811606578261637</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:54:27.313-08:00</updated><category term="webgroups" /><category term="education" /><category term="women" /><category term="technology" /><category term="jena 6" /><category term="islam" /><category term="attention" /><category term="sisters" /><category term="thankful" /><category term="hillary clinton" /><category term="politics" /><category term="economy" /><category term="school systems" /><category term="jena" /><category term="government" /><category term="metro" /><category term="social" /><category term="happy" /><category term="Allah" /><category term="bordom" /><category term="russ parr" /><category term="west virginia" /><category term="Barak O'bama" /><category term="racists" /><category term="muslimahs" /><category term="henna" /><category term="house cleaning" /><category term="vote" /><category term="men" /><category term="as-saffat" /><category term="jena6" /><category term="prayer" /><category term="humor" /><title>My Own Thoughts</title><subtitle type="html">My own random thoughts and blurbs as the come.  IT CAN BE AS REAL AS IT GETS PEOPLE! Buyer beware, this thing is busted...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thoughtsofummaminah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thoughtsofummaminah.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969811606578261637/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>UmmAminahHonest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755143556807199155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AtMCIuYhXzI/R7HIZ-ZuCgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u1LxAxoI-1o/S220/headshot.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/wXpso" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/wxpso" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcDQ3wzcCp7ImA9WxFSF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969811606578261637.post-6243846595776705067</id><published>2010-04-20T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:21:12.288-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-20T10:21:12.288-07:00</app:edited><title>A List of  A Few Things Mr Metro</title><content type="html">Please read the list if you are an inconsiderate METRO rider...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My foot is not the rest for your luggage...&lt;br /&gt;~Takoma METRO Station elevator is not a toilet, please behave accordingly...&lt;br /&gt;~If the train car appears to be crowded, please do not assume there is room for one more person - you...&lt;br /&gt;~If you are tall, please hold the rails on the ceiling of the train not the side rails, where shorter people can reach and hold on not fall like the old lady did because your ignorant, inconciderate and inept behind wanted to stand in the middle of the car...&lt;br /&gt;~If you ride during rush hour and you have loads of children, please hold thier hands so they do not get lost in the crowd of people then proceed to scream at the top of their lungs because they are scared and lost, its not cute Mama...&lt;br /&gt;~If you have a body odor, please do not attempt to cover it up with an entire bottle Nautica Cologne and make everyone's eyes water in the train because you stink!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your PROMPT attention is appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969811606578261637-6243846595776705067?l=thoughtsofummaminah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Topic:  The Ease of Islam&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allah created the trees to do what they do.  They root themselves in the ground, grow fruit and leaves, shed leaves in the fall and sway in the wind.  That is the character of the tree.  The tree does what it is designed to do and has no choice in the matter.  When Allah created humans, we were given the choice to move and do as we see fit.  Allah created everything in balance and proportion.  Man was created to serve Allah, and when we fight what Allah creates for us that is where we see the difficulty with living.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arabic Vocabulary Words-  &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yaasurah- easy  , lenient, prosperous, facilitate, gentle, multiply&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Issurah- burden&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahad- One  Wahad- One, only used when referring Allah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samad- Absolute&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When given a choice between something difficult and something easy The Prophet (salahi wa alaihi was salaam)chose the easy way.  There is nothing wrong with keeping the deen simple.  The Prophet Muhammad (salahi wa alaihi was salaam)  was soft hearten, and as a result Islam spread by guidance and the good character of Muslims.  &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Sahih Bukhari
&lt;br /&gt;Narrated Anas bin Malik:
&lt;br /&gt;A Bedouin came and passed urine in one corner of the mosque. The people shouted at him but the Prophet stopped them till he finished urinating. The Prophet ordered them to spill a bucket of water over that place and they did so. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The brothers that witnessed this event wanted to go fist to cuff with this brother but the Prophet(salahi wa alaihi was salaam) instructed them to cover it, and then teach the brother that this was not something correct to do. If the brothers were allowed to do what they wanted to do this man would have never become Muslim.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is some simple things...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is only ONE (1) God-&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is one, Ahad/Wahad/Samad&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man lives a life of struggle but believers find the struggles as a test.  Look at our lives compared to the lives of the Prophet (salahi wa alaihi was salaam) and his companions.  The Prophet (salahi wa alaihi was salaam) and his companions had to walk and ride camels to get to where they were going.  They went miles at a time, walking and riding.  We can simply hop on a bus or get in our cars.  &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you over indulge one appetites the other appetites grow out of proportion and balance.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ground yourself in the deen.  Allah's creations find ease when the submit to the will of Allah.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;We read the follow Surah's and Ayats
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtMCIuYhXzI/Sm78ey8HTsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/XGOcTGMBeiI/s1600-h/bismillah.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 40px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtMCIuYhXzI/Sm78ey8HTsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/XGOcTGMBeiI/s320/bismillah.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363501812245024450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;link style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="/css/spellcheck.css"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.searchtruth.com/chapter_display.php?chapter=87&amp;amp;translator=2"&gt;سورة  الأعلى  &lt;/a&gt;Sura #87 Al-Ala&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;1              Glorify the name of thy Guardian-Lord Most High,
&lt;br /&gt;2              Who hath created, and further, given order and proportion;
&lt;br /&gt;3              Who hath ordained laws. And granted guidance;
&lt;br /&gt;4              And  Who bringeth out the (green and luscious) pasture,
&lt;br /&gt;5              And then doth  make it (but) swarthy stubble.
&lt;br /&gt;6              By degrees shall We teach thee to  declare (the Message), so thou shalt not forget,
&lt;br /&gt;7      Except as Allah  wills: For He knoweth what is manifest and what is hidden.
&lt;br /&gt;8              And We  will make it easy for thee (to follow) the simple (Path).
&lt;br /&gt;9               Therefore give admonition in case the admonition profits (the he"&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;10          The admonition will be received by those who fear ((Allah)):
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="11"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11          But it will be avoided by those most unfortunate  ones,
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="12"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12          Who will enter the Great Fire,
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="13"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;13          In which they will then neither die nor live.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;14          But those will prosper who purify themselves,
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="15"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;15          And glorify the name of their Guardian-Lord, and (lift  their hearts) in prayer.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="16"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;16          Nay (behold), ye prefer the  life of this world;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;17          But the Hereafter is better and  more enduring.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="18"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;18         And this is in the Books of the  earliest (Revelation),-
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="19"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;19         The Books of Abraham and  Moses. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="/css/spellcheck.css"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ash-Shams  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sura #91&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;سورة الشمس&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;1      By the Sun and his (glorious) splendour;
&lt;br /&gt;2      By the Moon as  she follows him;
&lt;br /&gt;3      By the Day as it shows up (the Sun's) glory;
&lt;br /&gt;4      By the Night as it conceals it;
&lt;br /&gt;5      By the Firmament and its  (wonderful) structure;
&lt;br /&gt;6      By the Earth and its (wide) expanse:
&lt;br /&gt;7      By the Soul, and the proportion and order given to it;
&lt;br /&gt;8      And  its enlightenment as to its wrong and its right;-
&lt;br /&gt;9      Truly he succeeds  that purifies it,
&lt;br /&gt;10    And he fails that corrupts it!
&lt;br /&gt;11    The Thamud  (people) rejected (their prophet) through their inordinate wrong-doing,
&lt;br /&gt;12     Behold, the most wicked man among them was deputed (for impiety).
&lt;br /&gt;13    But  the Messenger of Allah said to them: 'It is a She-camel of Allah. And (bar her  not from) having her drink!'"&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;14    Then they rejected him (as a false prophet), and they hamstrung her.  So their Lord, on account of their crime,   obliterated their traces and made  them equal (in destruction, high and low)! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;15    And for Him is no fear of its consequences."
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="QuranDataArabicSura"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;  سورة الأعراف   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;Sura #7  Al-Araf&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;42    But those who believe and work righteousness,- no burden do We place on any  soul, but that which it can bear,- they will be Companions of the Garden,  therein to dwell (for ever).
&lt;br /&gt;43    And We shall remove from their hearts any  lurking sense of injury;- beneath them will be rivers flowing;- and they shall  say: 'Praise be to Allah, who hath guided us to this (felicity): never could we  have found guidance, had it not been for the guidance of Allah. indeed it was  the truth, that the apostles of our Lord brought unto us.' And they shall hear  the cry: 'Behold! the garden before you! Ye have been made its inheritors, for  your deeds (of righteousness).'"
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table dir="ltr" width="750" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="QuranDataNumber" valign="top" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;a name="157"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;157&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="QuranData" valign="top" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;"Those who follow the apostle,  the unlettered Prophet, whom they find mentioned in their own (scriptures),- in  the law and the Gospel;- for he commands them what is just and forbids them what  is evil; he allows them as lawful what is good (and pure) and prohibits them  from what is bad (and impure); He releases them from their heavy burdens and  from the yokes that are upon them. So it is those who believe in him, honour  him, help him, and follow the light which is sent down with him,- it is they who  will prosper." &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="QuranDataArabicSura"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;  سورة الحديد   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;Sura #57 Al-Hadid&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table dir="ltr" width="750" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="QuranDataNumber" valign="top" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;a name="27"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;27&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="QuranData" valign="top" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;Then, in their wake, We followed  them up with (others of) Our apostles: We sent after them Jesus the son of Mary,  and bestowed on him the Gospel; and We ordained in the hearts of those who  followed him Compassion and Mercy. But the Monasticism which they invented for  themselves, We did not prescribe for them: (We commanded) only the seeking for  the Good Pleasure of Allah. but that they did not foster as they should have  done. Yet We bestowed, on those among them who believed, their (due) reward, but  many of them are rebellious transgressors. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="QuranDataArabicSura"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;  سورة الليل   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;Sura #92 Al-Lail&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="/css/spellcheck.css"&gt; &lt;div&gt;1   By the Night as it conceals (the light);
&lt;br /&gt;2   By the Day as it  appears in glory;
&lt;br /&gt;3   By (the mystery of) the creation of male and female;-
&lt;br /&gt;4   Verily, (the ends) ye strive for are diverse.
&lt;br /&gt;5   So he who gives  (in charity) and fears ((Allah)),
&lt;br /&gt;6   And (in all sincerity) testifies to  the best,-
&lt;br /&gt;7    We will indeed make smooth for him the path to Bliss.
&lt;br /&gt;8    But he who is a greedy miser and thinks himself self-sufficient,
&lt;br /&gt;9    And gives the lie to the best,-
&lt;br /&gt;10  We will indeed make smooth for  him the path to Misery;
&lt;br /&gt;11   Nor will his wealth profit him when he falls  headlong (into the Pit).
&lt;br /&gt;12   Verily We take upon Ourselves to guide,
&lt;br /&gt;13   And verily unto Us (belong) the End and the Beginning.
&lt;br /&gt;14    Therefore do I warn you of a Fire blazing fiercely;
&lt;br /&gt;15   None shall reach it  but those most unfortunate ones
&lt;br /&gt;16   Who give the lie to Truth and turn  their backs.
&lt;br /&gt;17   But those most devoted to Allah shall be removed far from  it,-
&lt;br /&gt;18   Those who spend their wealth for increase in self-purification,
&lt;br /&gt;19   And have in their minds no favour from anyone for which a reward is  expected in return,
&lt;br /&gt;20   But only the desire to seek for the Countenance of  their"
&lt;br /&gt;Lord Most High;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="21"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;21    And soon will they attain  (complete) satisfaction. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="QuranDataArabicSura"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;سورة الضحى &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sura #93&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  Ad-Dhuha&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="/css/spellcheck.css"&gt;&lt;div&gt;1     By the Glorious Morning Light,
&lt;br /&gt;2     And by the Night when it is  still,-
&lt;br /&gt;3     Thy Guardian-Lord hath not forsaken thee, nor is He displeased.
&lt;br /&gt;4     And verily the Hereafter will be better for thee than the present.
&lt;br /&gt;5     And soon will thy Guardian-Lord give thee (that wherewith) thou shalt be  well-pleased.
&lt;br /&gt;6     Did He not find thee an orphan and give thee shelter (and  care)?
&lt;br /&gt;7     And He found thee wandering, and He gave thee guidance.
&lt;br /&gt;8      And He found thee in need, and made thee independent.
&lt;br /&gt;9     Therefore, treat  not the orphan with harshness,
&lt;br /&gt;10   Nor repulse the petitioner (unheard);
&lt;br /&gt;11   But the bounty of the Lord - rehearse and proclaim!"&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="QuranDataArabicSura"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt; سورة الشرح &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;Sura #94 Al-Inshirah&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="/css/spellcheck.css"&gt;&lt;div&gt;1      Have We not expanded thee thy breast?-
&lt;br /&gt;2      And removed from  thee thy burden
&lt;br /&gt;3      The which did gall thy back?-
&lt;br /&gt;4      And raised  high the esteem (in which) thou (art held)?
&lt;br /&gt;5      So, verily, with every  difficulty, there is relief:
&lt;br /&gt;6      Verily, with every difficulty there is  relief.
&lt;br /&gt;7      Therefore, when thou art free (from thine immediate task),  still labour hard,
&lt;br /&gt;8      And to thy Lord turn (all) thy attention."&lt;/div&gt;
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Over the last 2 weeks I have noticed all types of shenanigans going on in my environment, almost like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shayton&lt;/span&gt; (Then Devil) is attempting to trap me into some corner so I can come out swinging.  I  have chosen to take the high road, however my patience has run thin.  Lets begin with these strange antics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Someone stole my son's torn, ripped and basically destroyed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bookbag&lt;/span&gt; from school ( I am not paranoid, it was stolen because all of his things were thrown in the bottom of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cubby&lt;/span&gt;)...  So my mother (The devout Catholic who sprays random people in the face with holy water while cursing) goes in to the school and performs and all I said was, "Maybe the other person needed that bag more than he did.."  She shot me a look and then I knew just to keep my opinion to myself.  He got another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bookbag&lt;/span&gt; on Monday and she makes sure it comes home every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***On the way into the driveway one weekend afternoon, I pulled my car over, with my right turn signal on and then followed that signal with blinkers.  This crazy white woman in this hillbilly pick-up was right on my tail and almost hit me in the back, which automatically makes HER wrong...so she drives around me after laying on her horn and then gives ME  the finger...So the entire time I am like, what just happened here and how did I deserve that?  I guess I would have been wrong if I decided to follow her down the street and return the favor...so I took the high road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Yesterday, after our class plans for the day had been turned upside down by some of the other instructors we were cleaning up the classroom.  One of my class mates starts saying, "I don't have time to clean up I need to go home to my child" (This girl came into class with an attitude...)  So the other classmates chime in on how they have this and that... and I am sitting there thinking...these chain of events is getting old and I am getting irritated by selfish people who are self centered, rude and childish.  I started to think about the fact that I have not spent a night alone with my husband in months, my son is acting out in school because he refuses to go to bed before I get home, I have a mother with cancer who helps me but I think at the end of the day I her more, I have to figure out how to pay my bills and help with my families bills on a part-time salary, I do not think I have slept a full 6 hours since the start of 2009...I can go on and on....  So I say "We are all stressed, we need the upcoming break to regroup."  Then this Woman in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Child's&lt;/span&gt; behavior says "Nothing ever bothers you, you must not have any feelings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...My face frowned, and my mind was saying remember that you said this year you would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;attempt&lt;/span&gt; to do a better job of thinking through what you say... So I said "No, things bother me, I just know that if I moan and groan it doesn't help, I have other things that I need to do with my time and I put on my BIG GIRL DRAWS on and get busy...So maybe you should change OUT OF YOUR DORA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PULL UP&lt;/span&gt; and stop crying all the damn time and maybe you will be blessed with some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;reprieve&lt;/span&gt;...and you should really mind what you say to people because maybe you will prove how simple minded and selfish you are instead of them assuming that is the way you are...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt good even if it may have been wrong to say...however it was needed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the morning watching rude people on the metro.  Is this what this world is coming to...people who travel in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; own worlds who do not realize that we are all connected and a few moments of common &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;courtesy&lt;/span&gt; and human decency would take you farther than your behavior right now.  I am so moving to my private island sooner than later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969811606578261637-1344638767391445522?l=thoughtsofummaminah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So sit back and enjoy the series of ridiculous events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event 1-  So...I was riding the Metro, it was cold as a polar bear's tail(*word substitution*) and crowded.  I had to stand for the duration of the ride.  I get on 4 stops from the beginning of the line and by the time we got to downtown D.C. the train was pulsating with the crowd of people that had stuffed themselves on this one train like it was the last to come before the end of the world.  There were many very nicely dressed professionals in their designer best acting like children in Headstart... pushing, shoving, complaining, and acting simply retarded.  I finally get to my stop and the doors open and to my dismay people began to attempt to board the already crowded train while we were trying to get off.  Then there was a slight break in the pushing and shoving...and I was wondering what the hold up was..then I saw.  An older lady had fallen outside of the train doors and people were stumbling as they steped over and on her as they went on their way...Something in my head snapped and then I said..."Hold it a minute, you people act like farm animals!"..and I helped the lady up, mind you her beautiful winter white coat was saturated with footprints and smudged stains.  Only then did some of these selfish people act like they had a bit of concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event 2- So at dinner time I decided I wanted to go to get a burrito bowl.  As I waited to order, I noticed a lady in there...clearly homeless and hungry with another well dressed woman.  Everything the well dressed woman ordered the homeless woman ordered the same thing.  As we got ready to pay, she had a side order of rice and beans, chips and salsa, her burrito with extra everything, an Izzie soda, a large bottle of water and a cup of ice.  I watched the well dressed woman pull out her American Express Card and pay for the meal. My class mate and I saw the pair again at the back of the resturant where the well dressed woman asked the homeless woman, "Did you get everything you needed for your meal?"  and the other woman responded "You know what, I want some white rice from the chinese store down the street..."  The nice lady said back, "I do not have any cash, you have rice with your dinner from here, don't you remember?"  Then the exchange went on back and forth for a few minutes and then the nice lady said to the homeless woman, "I am sorry you are not happy with your meal, I do not have anymore money.  You should sit down inside the resturant and eat so you can stay warm. It's cold out tonight"  THIS UNGRATEFUL NASTY WOMAN SAYS BACK, "Don't tell me what to do, you bought me dinner and thats all..."  I was PISSED OFF as I heard this conversation.  As we all walked out together, the nice lady was clearly upset about the entire event.  I said to her, "That was very nice, and it was clear you were not doing a good thing for public recognition.  Even if she is not happy with her meal, you have added a good deed to your life and God always remembers when his servants give of what they have."  She smiled and said thank  you and went on down the street...  People who are truly hungry would kill for a customized fresh hot meal, not complain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line I learned my lesson---Say what you think...immediatly, especially when you are watching people act like colons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969811606578261637-695419006093311976?l=thoughtsofummaminah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Where did the turn happen?  I am currently listening to one of my favorite songs from the 80's.  I remember one day I waited on the phone with WPGC 95.5 to request that Al B. D play Girlfriend by Peebles, I was a pre-teen at the time (I am dating myself). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I envisioned my life to look like...I was going to be a famous artist of some sort, painting and drawing to my heart's content.  I was going to look fabulous in my designer clothes and I would be living in my fancy loft style apartment.  Instead, I am a mother of 2 small children, now a student again, living at home with my parents and my family because my mother has cancer, and a wife of a husband who is clearly unhappy with the entire situation.  This is so not the Sex in the City Lifestyle I had planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am not the planner.  Allah ta ala is the best of planners and what he plans for me I will accept, even if I grumble a little, I am only human.   I do what I am supposed to do, I got married, had children, raise them with morals and values, work hard and earn what I have, but there is always more month than money.    I look at what others have and I think how easy it was for them to have what I should have.  My kids deserve to live in a spacious home with their family, I deserve to have a safe and new car, my kids deserve to go to the best schools, I deserve to have the best of whatever.  But then I remember that when you are on the straight path, that is when things are thrown in your way.  When you are on the path to dispare on your own it is a very easy road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not get me wrong, I am not misrable but I am thinking of what I wanted before I had children, a family and responsibilities.  It is amazing to see how I have changed directions over the years.  I have not given up my dreams and asperations, I have just changed directions and fine tuned dreams.  I am a realist, and it is hard for me to dream and desire things that are far from reality, but I am working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I change perspectives my life seems to be a little different...I have a car that is paid for and works fine, I am able to take care of my parents the way they took care of me, my children are growing up truly knowing and learning from their grandparents, when the world is cold outside my famliy is at home together to warm each other.  I am able to go back to school and work on things with my families support.  Yeah we could have more but when you think about it...It is not so bad afterall.  I would like to have a better car, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is a lesson in this, and I am really attempting to get the lesson to learn from it...I just wish the school bell would ring and I could move on to bigger and better things.  I guess I am ungreatful for what I have...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969811606578261637-1447889753035737516?l=thoughtsofummaminah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I scheduled and set the meeting with "Lady X" and "Father Y" and we met briefly about the project.  "Lady X" is an over-zealous know it control freak and "Father Y" is a very nice Priest at the un-named church.  They want to put together several projects and document them in a brochure and press kit so they can increase membership and gain attention from the Archdiacies of D.C.  So we are there discussing the project, getting an Idea of how things should be done, and I am doing some mock-ups on the laptop using Adobe Illustrator( a professional graphics program).  So I swing around my thoughts and she then says "Well, I had visioned something else" and she pulls out these drawings on lined paper that she did with her daughter's crayolas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am clearly a hijab wearing Muslimah, sitting with a very nice Priest with whom I could see me befriending.  He and I exchange looks as she unveils her masterpiece which gives a child's drawing a bad name.  I listen,  and explain why it is not a professional look to do a brochure in the paint program that comes free on your basic computer.  We get into a very heated dialog and then she says very coldly, "Well I think I wil do it myself and I am sure I will get a better product".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, but sister-girl needed to get it- I said, "That is fine, you can do whatever you want.  It is clearly the diseasion of the church and it's members.  I am sure the church would like to have a professional looking product, and if you think you can deliver that over me than I am woman enough to step back and let you handle it.  I only have had 14plus years training and experiance.  I only have a Bachlors of Fine Arts degree and work experiance at The National Archives, doing a project very simular to this one that is still being used and duplucated today.  I am sure you are better skilled with your crayola special on lined paper than I.  So I will not waste your time with my trivial ideas.  Please excuse me Father, but I am not about to sit here and be insulted by Ms Kindergarden Art when I have other things to do.  Good day and my best regards for your upcoming project." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people think that if they are crafty at scrapbooking and knitting they can do art.  Art is not that easy, it takes years of study and practice to be able to do things on purpose.  There is more to it than microsoft clip art.  I guess people who go to school for art have a degree equvialent to basket weaving.  I guess I wasted my life learnig the methods and proper design concepts.  Why do people think that they can watch some online tutorials and call themselves whatever!  IT IS THE FAULT OF THAT DAG-ON EXPERT VILLAGE AND YOUTUBE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have ever seen a pissed Priest before but that guy was LIVID and boy I wish I could have been a fly on the wall when he discussed the events of the meeting with the other Priests of said church.  Wow!  That was something special.  She  needs to give up her crayola's for lent, LOL.  Question- Are Priests supposed to cuss? I thought they took a no cussing vow along with the vow of poverty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969811606578261637-5175709854171661460?l=thoughtsofummaminah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Why do people assume since you took your shahadah that meant you traded your black-woman card for the punk-sucker one?  I am so sick of this ignorance, but we are partly to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now these shenanigans are spilling into the schools.  My daughter wears her hijab to school 2 or 3 days a week, when she feels like it. ( Which is alhamdull'lah because she is only 7)  She loves the deen and is always speaking positivly of islam.  She has as schoolmate, who must be the prodigy of some really hateful nasty people.  This particular schoolmate always says some not so nice things to my little Muslimah about her headcover and her religion.  My daughter is not the only Muslim in her class but the other student is a little african boy who is very sweet and well studied in his deen.  He then definded my daughter during aftercare, like he always does-His mother wants to arrange their marriage BUT I am not into that- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So moving forward- This morning when I droped my pooh off to school she says to me "Mommy there is soandso, she is mean and she bosses me around.  I don't like her, and she puts her hands on me..."  I immedatly went into the procteive mama role, but I remembered what I was told when I was little...  "If she puts her hands on you again, you punch her in the mouth and let me worry about getting in trouble, and if I hear about you letting this person touch you and you do not defend yourself, I am going to put my hands on you.  We are Muslim, we enjoin what is right and forbid what is wrong.  You are NEVER going to be afraid of ANY human being.  Allah is the only thing to fear!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the tip, the media portrays this image of the timid Muslim saying Islam means peace, in a meek tone.  They never show the black Muslim saying something like, If you hit me then I will hit you back...  I became Muslim in the 10th grade and I was not a punk before the shahada nor will I play the punk role now.  When people are allowed to say and do what they want to others they gain their strength from fear.  Muslims gain strength and guidance from Allah and Allah alone.  He says "BE" and it is- and that is that.  We can keep tiptoeing and pussyfooting around the fact that people are saying and doing what they want because they think we are inferior and from some actions of some people, I think some of the Muslims think they are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah says in Qu'ran:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Al-Baqara (The Cow) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--3X--&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="q" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;!--7--&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Traditional Arabic;font-size:6;"&gt;فَهَزَمُوهُم بِإِذْنِ اللّهِ  وَقَتَلَ دَاوُدُ جَالُوتَ وَآتَاهُ اللّهُ الْمُلْكَ وَالْحِكْمَةَ وَعَلَّمَهُ  مِمَّا يَشَاء وَلَوْلاَ دَفْعُ اللّهِ النَّاسَ بَعْضَهُمْ بِبَعْضٍ لَّفَسَدَتِ  الأَرْضُ وَلَـكِنَّ اللّهَ ذُو فَضْلٍ عَلَى الْعَالَمِينَ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Traditional Arabic;font-size:78%;"&gt; (2:251) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="audiolink"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mediaserver.hadi.org:8080/ramgen/ra101/raw/ra101_2.rm?start=03:35:03.9&amp;amp;End=03:36:08.4&amp;amp;mode=compact"&gt;Baset  &lt;/a&gt;- &lt;a href="http://mediaserver.hadi.org:8080/ramgen/ra100/ra100_2.ra?start=02:45:36.4&amp;amp;End=02:46:29.7&amp;amp;mode=compact"&gt;Hussari  &lt;/a&gt;- &lt;a href="http://mediaserver.hadi.org:8080/ramgen/ra170/Minshawi/s2a251.rm?mode=compact"&gt;Minshawi  &lt;img src="http://www.islamicity.com/Global/images/real-icons/Audio_icon.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;!--6.1--&gt;Fahazamoohum bii&lt;u&gt;th&lt;/u&gt;ni All&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;hi waqatala  d&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;woodu j&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;loota wa&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;t&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;hu All&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;hu almulka  wa&lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt;l&lt;u&gt;h&lt;/u&gt;ikmata waAAallamahu mimm&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt; yash&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;o walawl&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;  dafAAu All&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;hi a&lt;b&gt;l&lt;/b&gt;nn&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;sa baAA&lt;u&gt;d&lt;/u&gt;ahum bibaAA&lt;u&gt;d&lt;/u&gt;in  lafasadati alar&lt;u&gt;d&lt;/u&gt;u wal&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;kinna All&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;ha &lt;u&gt;th&lt;/u&gt;oo  fa&lt;u&gt;d&lt;/u&gt;lin AAal&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt; alAA&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;lameen&lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;!--6--&gt;&lt;span class="topic"&gt;Topics discussed in this Verse: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="m"&gt;&lt;a class="m" href="http://www.islamicity.com/quransearch/action.lasso.asp?-db=Quran&amp;amp;-lay=tblMasterTranslit&amp;amp;-format=SReply1.asp&amp;amp;-op=cn&amp;amp;Topics=1204&amp;amp;-token=Allah%27s%20attributes:full%20of%20bounty%3C%21--Asad--%3E%7C%7C%3Cta%3Etrue%3C/ta%3E%3Ctt%3Etrue%3C/tt%3E%3Cts%3Etrue%3C/ts%3E%3Cdc%3Etrue%3C/dc%3E%3Ctx%3Etrue%3C/tx%3E%3Cal%3Etrue%3C/al%3E&amp;amp;-Sortorder=ascend&amp;amp;-Sortfield=cv&amp;amp;-find"&gt;[Allah's  attributes:full of bounty]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="m" href="http://www.islamicity.com/quransearch/action.lasso.asp?-db=Quran&amp;amp;-lay=tblMasterTranslit&amp;amp;-format=SReply1.asp&amp;amp;-op=cn&amp;amp;Topics=1268&amp;amp;-token=Allah%27s%20Bounty%3C%21--Asad--%3E%7C%7C%3Cta%3Etrue%3C/ta%3E%3Ctt%3Etrue%3C/tt%3E%3Cts%3Etrue%3C/ts%3E%3Cdc%3Etrue%3C/dc%3E%3Ctx%3Etrue%3C/tx%3E%3Cal%3Etrue%3C/al%3E&amp;amp;-Sortorder=ascend&amp;amp;-Sortfield=cv&amp;amp;-find"&gt;[Allah's  Bounty]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="m" href="http://www.islamicity.com/quransearch/action.lasso.asp?-db=Quran&amp;amp;-lay=tblMasterTranslit&amp;amp;-format=SReply1.asp&amp;amp;-op=cn&amp;amp;Topics=1303&amp;amp;-token=Allah%27s%20signs%3C%21--Asad--%3E%7C%7C%3Cta%3Etrue%3C/ta%3E%3Ctt%3Etrue%3C/tt%3E%3Cts%3Etrue%3C/ts%3E%3Cdc%3Etrue%3C/dc%3E%3Ctx%3Etrue%3C/tx%3E%3Cal%3Etrue%3C/al%3E&amp;amp;-Sortorder=ascend&amp;amp;-Sortfield=cv&amp;amp;-find"&gt;[Allah's  signs]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="m" href="http://www.islamicity.com/quransearch/action.lasso.asp?-db=Quran&amp;amp;-lay=tblMasterTranslit&amp;amp;-format=SReply1.asp&amp;amp;-op=cn&amp;amp;Topics=1420&amp;amp;-token=Children%20of%20Israel%3C%21--Asad--%3E%7C%7C%3Cta%3Etrue%3C/ta%3E%3Ctt%3Etrue%3C/tt%3E%3Cts%3Etrue%3C/ts%3E%3Cdc%3Etrue%3C/dc%3E%3Ctx%3Etrue%3C/tx%3E%3Cal%3Etrue%3C/al%3E&amp;amp;-Sortorder=ascend&amp;amp;-Sortfield=cv&amp;amp;-find"&gt;[Children  of Israel]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="m" href="http://www.islamicity.com/quransearch/action.lasso.asp?-db=Quran&amp;amp;-lay=tblMasterTranslit&amp;amp;-format=SReply1.asp&amp;amp;-op=cn&amp;amp;Topics=1470&amp;amp;-token=David:given%20power%20and%20wisdom%3C%21--Asad--%3E%7C%7C%3Cta%3Etrue%3C/ta%3E%3Ctt%3Etrue%3C/tt%3E%3Cts%3Etrue%3C/ts%3E%3Cdc%3Etrue%3C/dc%3E%3Ctx%3Etrue%3C/tx%3E%3Cal%3Etrue%3C/al%3E&amp;amp;-Sortorder=ascend&amp;amp;-Sortfield=cv&amp;amp;-find"&gt;[David:given  power and wisdom]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="m" href="http://www.islamicity.com/quransearch/action.lasso.asp?-db=Quran&amp;amp;-lay=tblMasterTranslit&amp;amp;-format=SReply1.asp&amp;amp;-op=cn&amp;amp;Topics=1475&amp;amp;-token=David:slays%20Goliath%3C%21--Asad--%3E%7C%7C%3Cta%3Etrue%3C/ta%3E%3Ctt%3Etrue%3C/tt%3E%3Cts%3Etrue%3C/ts%3E%3Cdc%3Etrue%3C/dc%3E%3Ctx%3Etrue%3C/tx%3E%3Cal%3Etrue%3C/al%3E&amp;amp;-Sortorder=ascend&amp;amp;-Sortfield=cv&amp;amp;-find"&gt;[David:slays  Goliath]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="m" href="http://www.islamicity.com/quransearch/action.lasso.asp?-db=Quran&amp;amp;-lay=tblMasterTranslit&amp;amp;-format=SReply1.asp&amp;amp;-op=cn&amp;amp;Topics=1548&amp;amp;-token=Earth:mischief%20%28corruption%29%20in%3C%21--Asad--%3E%7C%7C%3Cta%3Etrue%3C/ta%3E%3Ctt%3Etrue%3C/tt%3E%3Cts%3Etrue%3C/ts%3E%3Cdc%3Etrue%3C/dc%3E%3Ctx%3Etrue%3C/tx%3E%3Cal%3Etrue%3C/al%3E&amp;amp;-Sortorder=ascend&amp;amp;-Sortfield=cv&amp;amp;-find"&gt;[Earth:mischief  (corruption) in]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="m" href="http://www.islamicity.com/quransearch/action.lasso.asp?-db=Quran&amp;amp;-lay=tblMasterTranslit&amp;amp;-format=SReply1.asp&amp;amp;-op=cn&amp;amp;Topics=1678&amp;amp;-token=Goliath%3C%21--Asad--%3E%7C%7C%3Cta%3Etrue%3C/ta%3E%3Ctt%3Etrue%3C/tt%3E%3Cts%3Etrue%3C/ts%3E%3Cdc%3Etrue%3C/dc%3E%3Ctx%3Etrue%3C/tx%3E%3Cal%3Etrue%3C/al%3E&amp;amp;-Sortorder=ascend&amp;amp;-Sortfield=cv&amp;amp;-find"&gt;[Goliath]&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;!--5--&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;2:251 &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ababab;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Asad)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And  thereupon, by God's leave, they routed them. And David slew Goliath; and God  bestowed upon him dominion, and wisdom, and imparted to him the knowledge of  whatever He willed. And if God had not enabled people to &lt;b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;defend&lt;/b&gt; themselves against  one another, &lt;script&gt;Asad(2,242)&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;sup&gt;&lt;a class="notelink" onclick="'var" winnote="window.open(" chap="2&amp;amp;note="242" width="500,height="500,resizable="1,scrollbars="1" href="#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[242]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; corruption would surely  overwhelm the earth: but God is limitless in His bounty unto all the worlds. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Al-Imran (The Family of  Imran)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--3X--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="q" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;!--7--&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Traditional Arabic;font-size:6;"&gt;وَلْيَعْلَمَ الَّذِينَ  نَافَقُواْ وَقِيلَ لَهُمْ تَعَالَوْاْ قَاتِلُواْ فِي سَبِيلِ اللّهِ أَوِ  ادْفَعُواْ قَالُواْ لَوْ نَعْلَمُ قِتَالاً لاَّتَّبَعْنَاكُمْ هُمْ لِلْكُفْرِ  يَوْمَئِذٍ أَقْرَبُ مِنْهُمْ لِلإِيمَانِ يَقُولُونَ بِأَفْوَاهِهِم مَّا لَيْسَ  فِي قُلُوبِهِمْ وَاللّهُ أَعْلَمُ بِمَا يَكْتُمُونَ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Traditional Arabic;font-size:78%;"&gt; (3:167) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="audiolink"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mediaserver.hadi.org:8080/ramgen/ra101/raw/ra101_3.rm?start=02:07:59.9&amp;amp;End=02:09:27.7&amp;amp;mode=compact"&gt;Baset  &lt;/a&gt;- &lt;a href="http://mediaserver.hadi.org:8080/ramgen/ra100/ra100_3.ra?start=01:33:31.0&amp;amp;End=01:34:36.9&amp;amp;mode=compact"&gt;Hussari  &lt;/a&gt;- &lt;a href="http://mediaserver.hadi.org:8080/ramgen/ra170/Minshawi/s3a167.rm?mode=compact"&gt;Minshawi  &lt;img src="http://www.islamicity.com/Global/images/real-icons/Audio_icon.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;!--6.1--&gt;WaliyaAAlama alla&lt;u&gt;th&lt;/u&gt;eena n&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;faqoo waqeela  lahum taAA&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;law q&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;tiloo fee sabeeli All&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;hi awi idfaAAoo  q&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;loo law naAAlamu qit&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;lan la&lt;b&gt;i&lt;/b&gt;ttabaAAn&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;kum hum  lilkufri yawmai&lt;u&gt;th&lt;/u&gt;in aqrabu minhum lileem&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;ni yaqooloona  biafw&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;hihim m&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt; laysa fee quloobihim wa&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;ll&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;hu aAAlamu  bim&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt; yaktumoon&lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;!--6--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;!--5--&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;3:167 &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ababab;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Asad)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and mark  out those who were tainted with hypocrisy and, when they were told, "Come, fight  in God's cause" - or, "&lt;b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;defend&lt;/b&gt; yourselves" &lt;script&gt;Asad(3,128)&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;sup&gt;&lt;a class="notelink" onclick="'var" winnote="window.open(" chap="3&amp;amp;note="128" width="500,height="500,resizable="1,scrollbars="1" href="#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[128]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; - answered, "If we but  knew [that it would come to a] fight, we would indeed follow you." Unto apostasy  were they nearer on that day than unto faith, uttering with their mouths  something which was not in their hearts, &lt;script&gt;Asad(3,129)&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;sup&gt;&lt;a class="notelink" onclick="'var" winnote="window.open(" chap="3&amp;amp;note="129" width="500,height="500,resizable="1,scrollbars="1" href="#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[129]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; the while God knew fully  well what they were trying to conceal: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where in these verses does it say anything about let people beat on you, spit on you, talk bad about your religion to you, talk about how your mother must be ugly cause she wears all that stuff.  We are African-Americans, who are stronger than we are?  We were raped, beaten, abused and broken for centuries but we are still here and we are thriving.  We come from greatness and we are great.  We are also Muslims and a Muslim strives for the pleasure of Allah in all he/she does, and Allah is pleased when we are doing what he loves, spreading the deen al-haqq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Muslimah is a warrior in the cause of Allah and she tells everyone she meets about Islam and how we are Muslims and a Muslim prays 5 times a day and Muslimah cover so that her beauty is saved for her Husband and family.  She says that there is no such thing and boyfriend and girlfriend in Islam, Muslims get married.  She says the a Muslimah should recyle &lt;br /&gt;and leave a place better than she found it.  She says that she is greatful for her parents who taught her about her religon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I had to get some Ayats in...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969811606578261637-143413317573765612?l=thoughtsofummaminah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Here is some background information.  My husband and I have been married for 8 years.  Neither one of us have a wonderful example of marriage to pull from so we have been doing ok.  Our standard debate is on duties and responsibilities of the spouses but we got into a conversation about why Muslims especially Muslim men do what they do.  Lets break down something-I know some brothers who get "Islamaically Married" only and refuse to do a state marriage license and when they have children they refuse to add their name to the birth certificate because they do not want "The Man" in their business.  Guess what brother-If you die suddenly your next of kin could be your mother, your ex-wife or whoever and they may not be Muslim, and they may not respect your wishes to have a janazah in 3 days and buried in a Muslim cemetery.  They may just be money hungry and take the cheapest way out to deal with your dead body-cremation (which is so haraam on so many levels).  Then look at your dumb behind-or rather your ashes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do some Muslims try to get over so hard?  Are you afraid that when you abuse and misuse your state legally married wife she may divorce you, make you pay child support and alimony (what you are supposed to do anyway because it is in the Qu'ran to take care of your children for life and your wife for 1 year)?  You are afraid to be held accountable.  And what is this business of "I need another wife"  The Qu'ran says "One is best for you if you but knew."  I am not claiming  that all Muslimah's are the best things on the planet, because there are plenty of Muslimah's with their fair share of issues, but I am saying that you should want to be just and correct on all levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come when some Muslim men gets married they think they have a right hand possession?  This woman is in your possession and you get to treat her like a child- with this asking permission to do this or that- and asking for this and that.  Please. I am an adult, I went to college, I go to work, I take care of mine, I am not asking anyone permission for squat.  NO ONE!  I will ask your opinion and take that into consideration, but, I am not asking for anything.  If I want it I get it, if that means that I have to work overtime, save money, clip coupons, find a babysitter for the kids-  I am going to get it, period.  I am not going to ask permission to go to New York for the day for business, Go shopping with my money,  go out at night to visit friends or to go to get a cup of coffee at 2am if that is what I want.  I am an adult, capable of deciding when and if I get married and to whom, why am I asking permission for anything. I guess that is the negro in me but hey- love me or leave me alone.  If I have to work to help with the responsibilities of the house then I GET EQUAL SHARE IN THE SAY OF WHAT GOES ON.  When I get treated like a princess and can stay home all day and put henna on then I may THINK about asking someone something.  Don't get me wrong, I do discuss with my zawj my events but it goes something like "I got invited to do a bridal party in New York, do you want to go?  If you don't want to go I will take the train instead of driving."  Then he says something like "When are you supposed to be there, I have to check my schedule."  Not like "Husband, May I please go to the movies with my girlfriends after I worked and took care of our children and took care of the house." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the same reasons that strong women are turned off of the deen because these ignorant, chauvinistic, women-hating brothers walk around town spewing this type of garbage and rhetoric to people so they can feel like "the man in charge."  Attitudes like this make it hard on Muslims who strive for the pleasure of Allah in all they do, but are confronted with this kind of stereotypical Muslim self-promoting agenda.  You can not imagine how many times I have had the conversations about how someones brother's-cousins-best friends-baby daddy is a Mooslim and he makes his wife for permission to go to the store or she will get a beating with a stick, and then they ask me why did I chose to become Muslim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These type of messed up Muslims do not share the beauty of Islam and the blessings you get from Allah to be married and treat your spouse with respect and love, and the bountiful blessings you receive from Allah to do well by your children and wife.  They do not share the knowledge of the blessings from Allah to have children and to raise them as believers in the oneness of God and the endless love from Allah for striving in his cause.  Islam is so beautiful, why do some humans make it so ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done ranting for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969811606578261637-827225985666182706?l=thoughtsofummaminah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/67lsTb-MNzFu_75G1kcFWhaVFZw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/67lsTb-MNzFu_75G1kcFWhaVFZw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/wXpso/~4/ynJlzyMbwjc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thoughtsofummaminah.blogspot.com/feeds/827225985666182706/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1969811606578261637&amp;postID=827225985666182706" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969811606578261637/posts/default/827225985666182706?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1969811606578261637/posts/default/827225985666182706?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/wXpso/~3/ynJlzyMbwjc/something-under-my-skin.html" title="Something Under My Skin" /><author><name>UmmAminahHonest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00755143556807199155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AtMCIuYhXzI/R7HIZ-ZuCgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/u1LxAxoI-1o/S220/headshot.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thoughtsofummaminah.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-under-my-skin.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAGRn45eip7ImA9WxVRFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969811606578261637.post-5170449021450637875</id><published>2009-01-21T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:48:47.022-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-21T10:48:47.022-08:00</app:edited><title>Random Wednesday</title><content type="html">Ok...so, I was hired to do makeup on Saturday and it was AWESOME!!!!  I was hired again on Sunday so I went and it was not so awesome.  Ok...Why is it people sware they can do what I do and they want to tell me how to do what I do, but they don't do it themselves?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my clients asked for a full face- for those who do not know that means that is foundation and concealer, eyes with lashes, blush, lips and finishing powder... So I asked where can I set up and I was laying everything out.  For those who do not know, you are supposed to have a clean area, with all of your products laid out and placed in a way where they are within arms reach of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started with the no brainers- Alcohol in the spray bottle, hand sanitizer, tissues, cotton swabs, cotton round pads, brush cleaner, foam pads and triangles...and then I started laying out the colors.  So her sister was there, she was supposed to be a self proclaimed fashionista-and I do mean self proclaimed and she proceeds to touch and handle everything..and then she started digging in the my bags of colors that I have labeled and separated by color, type and brand-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I can be sensitive but-So I said to her sister, you are welcome to VIEW the colors and not touch them then this chick starts putting her hands all on everything and trying on colors...I was like uh excuse me, but I need you to stop that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the makeup took twice as long because I had to spray or wipe everything down.  Then she was super critical of everything and was watching me like a hawk.  I am an artist and I can paint on canvas and make it look very realistic, I think I can handle covering acne and putting colors on eyes.  Needless to say her sister was pleased and the old girl hopped her big self in the chair and was like I am next...So being me, I did her face too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story- Keep your fat fingers off peoples makeup or catch the beat down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bought lost of product and end the end I was very happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969811606578261637-5170449021450637875?l=thoughtsofummaminah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I know this may seem like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cliche&lt;/span&gt; but what happened to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sadaqa&lt;/span&gt; of a smile...Most of the time I see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Muslimah's&lt;/span&gt; (Because most of the time the Muslim walk around looking like everyone else, so I do not know who is who until they give Salaams-that is another subject) walking around looking so "oppressed" for a lack of a better word.  Then someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;see's&lt;/span&gt; me and I usually try to smile, even when I don't feel like it, and then they usually ask me if they can ask me a question.  Most of the time the question is about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hijab&lt;/span&gt;( head cover) or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Niqqab&lt;/span&gt; (face cover) but the second question usually comes about why we look so sad and "oppressed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my thought on that...A smile is considered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sadaqa&lt;/span&gt; (charity), I know I am not in a position to give financially as much as I want to right now but I always have a smile to give.  Even when you are in a nasty, bad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;irritated&lt;/span&gt; mood you have to return a smile for a smile.  My daughter reminds me of that all the time. So SISTERS, SMILE sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next question most popular question is why are American Muslims so poor...I am not poor by any means and it has nothing to do with money.  I have been blessed repeatedly and I continue to be blessed by Allah...I have a lot to smile about.  But it is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sunnah&lt;/span&gt; to be clean and neat.  WHO SAID IS WAS ISLAMIC TO WALK AROUND LOOKING LIKE WHO DONE IT...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jelbab&lt;/span&gt; all dirty and torn, Sisters walking around with filthy children speaking in Arabic to them and yelling, Sisters all covered and as nasty as you please.  What happened to taking pride in how you look?  I am not saying every woman should walk around attracting attention to themselves.  There is nothing wrong with wearing an all black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jelbab&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hijab&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;niqqab&lt;/span&gt; and guarding your gaze but...who said it was cool to be tattered and torn.  I had a sister tell me that I was too worldly because I did not want a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;jelbab&lt;/span&gt; that I had for a long time because it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;raggedy&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;bottom&lt;/span&gt;, and I should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; to have any clothing at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is what I said to her and this is what I say to anyone who asks...It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Sunnah&lt;/span&gt; to want the best in this life and the next.  You don't get extra points towards entrance to heaven because your acting all poor and third world...only giving your children raw veggies to eat AND sending your kids out hungry and then they end up begging other people in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt; for food...or if your child looses a shoe, you refuse to buy the child new shoes and make them go in the winter in flip-flops...or choosing to take a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Qu'ran&lt;/span&gt; class and leave them in the car outside of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;masjid&lt;/span&gt; because you can not afford a babysitter...Home schooling your children and treating them like small adults and not allowing them to be children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what that says to non-Muslims...I do not want to be no &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Muuslim&lt;/span&gt; if they live like that! So tell me, those who claim to be better than me because I like to wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;lip gloss&lt;/span&gt; and bright colored clothing....What do you think will be judged harsher on the day of judgement...the turning off of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Deen&lt;/span&gt; people by your actions or my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;lip gloss&lt;/span&gt;?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam is a simple way of life, we humans make it harder than it has to be.  We have a guide The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Qu'ran&lt;/span&gt; and we have the best example The Prophet-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;salahi&lt;/span&gt; was salaam- why do we need to put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;unrealistic&lt;/span&gt; restraints on ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1969811606578261637-410091800357658085?l=thoughtsofummaminah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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