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    Sehnsucht got a reaction from shia farm girl in Witchcraft   
    ^ Every country in the world has an equal potential to become just as corrupted. Nations don't really exist; we draw the boundaries in our minds and fool ourselves into thinking that the world really is split up, and once people start believing this myth, they abuse each other and try to get power for their own dreamt up 'countries'. Pakistan used to be part of India, and Britain ruled the big nation and caused everyone a load of heartache. When Britain decided it wasn't worth it anymore and the uprisings became too stressful, it decided it would leave an open wound on the heart of the newly-petitioned Pakistan and India and make it so that neither country would be able to live up to its full potential or ever become successful. To do this, it left the distribution of the Kashmir area in question so both countries would spend their money and resources for all future time fighting over that land, while neglecting the remaining interiors and peoples of their countries.
    And well, Britain has succeeded thus far. Since the people in Pakistan didn't have enough money or resources to create a successful and civilized society what with the preoccupation with Kashmir, naturally the society experienced severe potholes that it has fallen deeper and deeper into as time goes on. And society is pretty much crazy now; some well-off Pakistanis experience the external cultures of the West and become corrupted wannabes in that regard, while others on the opposite end of the scale have reverted to primitive thinking due to lack of education that brings them to oppress the rights of women and engage in horrible crimes. None of said behaviors have anything to do with Islam, which is the forgotten premise of Pakistan's creation.
    It has gone from the Land of the Pure to the Land that is in dire need of reformation.
    All that being said, some of the countries that glisten on the surface are actually similarly corrupted, and in my opinion, when the corruption is secretive and not out in the open where you can recognize it, it's twice as scary.
    Consider some of the CIA's missions over in the Middle East in recent years and the going-ons of Guantanamo. Consider the story of Binyam Muhammad, and the inhumane tortures he experienced at the hands of some of America's top agents' hirees. Getting beaten for hours on end, heroin injections, repetitive scalpel cuts to his privates, deafening psychological torture, flesh-burning...
    In Pakistan, the social crimes are generally committed by the uneducated and alienated lower class, and they're open for all the world to see. In the US, you have the people at the very top, the people that could potentially control, ruin, or rob the lives of anyone of their choosing, doing horrible things to completely innocent people that get slipped under the doormat.
    If you're willing to point the blaming finger at Pakistan, ponder a little more at the safety you might think you have here in America.
    You can go to www.aclu.tv and get free DVDs that talk about some of the unspoken stories.
    I don't think it's safe to consider any country innocent.
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    Sehnsucht got a reaction from Inaayah in Romantic novels   
    There's a Pakistani Shia doctor by the name of Ikram Abidi who writes amazing Islamic romance novels. Yes, you read correctly: Islamic romances.
    One of his novels is entitled 'Hijaab Waali', for example, and is a literary work that encouraged me to become a better Muslim and promotes and glorifies hijaabi women, and wipes out notions of superficiality and lust...
    It's about a young Shia man named Aariz who was once upon a time superficial, arrogant, and unreligious, and fell in love with and wanted to marry a beautiful Sunni girl named Komal primarily because of her looks and 'modernisms'; and she too liked him for the same reasons. However, his Shia parents reject the idea of the girl for good reasons explained & rationalized in the story. Instead, Aariz's mother Sadia and him go to visit Sadia's cousin and childhood friend Abbas, who is dying of tuberculosis, and as his dying wish, Abbas asks Aariz to marry his extremely religious, shy hijaabi daughter Zeest. Just before Abbas's death, a quick nikaah is performed and Aariz is absolutely reluctant, on his mother and uncle's persistence, to marry her.
    Therefore, forced by Abbas's dying wishes and his mother's threats, he marries Zeest... But is extremely mean and abusive to her, considering she 'ruined' his 'plans' of marrying Komal. However, his wife remains steadfast and patient, and wishing only to see her husband's happiness, gives him her consent to let him have a second marriage, this one to Komal; who doesn't know about the marriage to Zeest yet.
    When Komal finds out that he is already married, she is extremely enraged and demands that he leave her. Bound by his mother's requirements, however, Aariz can't... And with time, has found that he is slowly but surely beginning to fall in love with the simple hijaabi chastity and beauty Zeest possesses, though he tries to vehemently deny it to himself.
    As her anger escalates, Komal eventually gets wildly jealous after getting a clue that Aariz is beginning to love Zeest and leaves him...
    And, heart-broken, Aariz's frustrations escalate. So then, what does our hero do...?
    He shoots his hijaabi rose for 'ruining his life'.
    ...But he's clinically insane by this point, so that explains it a bit. :angel:
    Fast forward a few years, after he is released from the hospital and has gotten better through treatments...
    Aariz Ali becomes an extraordinarily religious man who has long since realized the error of his ways... He also realizes that he was completely, head-over-heels in love with the beautiful Zeest to an almost incomprehensible degree, but now she's gone.
    He proceeds to spend a lonely life in the mansion they shared, and becomes an Islamic poet. He reads poems about his wife's beautiful hijaab, the Qur'an, etc. He gains extreme fame and fortune, but turns down interviews and stardom and lives a very secretive life, refusing to let any of his raving fans pine over his details.
    That story is simply... Amazing. :cry: It's a fabulous online book translated into multiple languages, including English, and is highly acclaimed.
    Here's an excerpt from Hijaab Waali; these are the first paragraphs of the book:
    I still don't believe that I've lost her forever.
    Perhaps I didn't deserve her. She was such a nice lady, such a wonderful female. I know that I can find many girls in this world, even more beautiful and more attractive than she was. But no girl can fit into that specific portion of my heart that has been reserved only for her now.
    What shall I call her?
    Aggressive? Absolutely not. She was so patient, so calm.
    Hard and strict? Never. She was so flexible, so adaptable, very compromising too.
    Rude and proud? No way. She was so understanding, friendly, and sympathetic.
    Extremist? Impossible. She sure knew her boundaries and limits.
    No, there's nothing I can call her. I can't give her a single, sole name.
    She was truly wonderful, capable of doing miraculous wonders.
    She understood me. I don't think that anyone could ever understand me like the way she did. She made me realize myself, arranging my life's book neatly into this world's shelf. It's only because of her that I am who I am.
    I will not say that she was perfect, but she was the best one I ever could have hoped for, not only because she had a tremendous amount of unconditional love, but because she shaped who I am today, my qualities and characteristics. She was the one who made me beautiful in every sense. The kind you didn't see much anymore. She was simple but yet so mysterious. She was so familiar but ah, at the same time, so strange too.
    In the paths of life, sometimes, you find faces, which you can't forget ever, no matter how much you try. So, how can I forget that fairy-face that'd let me know the reality of life? Those lake-like deep eyes which, when low, used to bring night and when high, were the source of daylight. She was the poetry of a born poet. Flowers needed her to grow; autumn required her to become spring.
    She definitely was a dream girl, a beautiful scene of my sleep. But she was a reality too. A reality, which creates history. A reality, you can't imagine your life without whom. She was so alive. One, who could give you life in one glance. There was just nothing else like her at all. It was her attitude toward life that made her uniquely captivating. She had a quick intelligence and a lively curiosity about anything she happened to encounter.
    And then... she was gone when I needed her the most. She came and she left. But she didn't leave alone; she had my life too.
    I'll never understand one thing, and that is, why those times pass so quickly when you're happy? And why those times take so long to pass when you're sad?
    Did I love her?
    He closed his eyes to minimize the intense expression of pain. Then, after taking few deep breaths, he began to write once again.
    I will not talk about my dark, ill past. But for sure, at present, her love is the greatest present for me.
    I love her not only for what she was but for what she was when she was with me.
    I love her not only for what she had made of herself but also for what she was making of me.
    I love her for the part of me that she brought out.
    "Did 'she' love me?"
    Yes, certainly. No other woman will ever love me like the way she did. No one else will ever stand by me like her.
    Finishing his last word, he stopped writing, took off his fine, neat, half-framed spectacles and blew off a long, cold, lonely sigh. Tipping his head back on the headrest of the easy chair, he finally closed his eyes.
    "You look good in glasses." Her whisper was very near.
    "Huh?" He turned quickly to locate the source. Not here and there, she was no where. He was alone in his room. Memories were like endless rain for him. Once began, they would never stop. As her voice faded with his consciousness, he thought he felt a tear strike his cheek.
    The wind was particularly cold and wet, even for December in Karachi. Taking a deep drag on his cigarette, he stood up from his place and opened the side window. Sharp and cold wave of wind hit him full in the face, a stream of air with strong noise of sea waves nearby.
    Thank God for the wind! It broke the silence.
    Through the huge plain glass window, he stared at the beach of white sand that seemed almost to glow in the moonlight. Long white breakers came out of the night and broke on the shore. Far out at sea, mysterious offshore lights winked and moved steadily along.
    With a long breath, he smelled the sea-scented air and closed his lashes. As soon as his anatomical eyes closed, his imaginative eyes opened and from the fantastic window of imagination, she came in front of him, like always. Smiling! Everything about her was absolutely beautiful. Even her appearance, he thought.
    What to say about her external beauty and looks.
    If beauty is limited, then she was its final limit.
    Smiles were not very usual feature of her personality.
    "Because of myself." He thought painfully. "Yes I didn't give her much chance to smile. Rude, brutal, animal-like, I was like a sharp knife for her."
    "You act as if you were God Almighty, but I know what you're really like! You're a ... a... Bad-mannered, ill-tempered ... savage!" His own conscience showed him the mirror.
    Although he had not seen her smiling a lot still he thought that flowers used to bloom when she smiled. Yes, her smile was as innocent as a young flower bud, as fresh as a sweet and scented morning breeze.
    Apart from her smiles, he always wondered what was so "different" in her appearance? She sure had something unique and powerful in her face that always differentiated her from the other women. Only now he found out what made her face and her personality so different and impressive. Yes, it was that particular glory, that specific charisma, which comes only on the faces of those women who have strong character and firm principles. Who never compromise on their beliefs and who observe…
    He couldn't think more. Such a shiny, bright 'noor' she had on her face.
    Her hair was the first cloudiness, which appears before rain. Her long, shiny locks were the source of comfort for the desperate and tired traveler.
    The musical ringing of the phone in his room dispersed his thoughts. With slow, tired steps, he reached and picked up the receiver.
    "Yes?" While holding the cordless receiver in one hand, he used the other one to take his remaining cigarette to his dark lips.
    "How's my good boy today?" A soft, caring male voice came from the other side.
    "Assalaam O alaikum Maulana uncle." He sighed with relief as he heard his teacher's voice and then said, "I was actually going to call you in few minutes. I have some good news for you." Not just his face, even his voice was smiling. "Thankfully, your prayers got colors."
    "You made my day son. I have waited so long for this very day." Maulana uncle's voice became shaky with emotion.
    "Dr. Waris has called me tomorrow for my final check up. He said that hopefully they would issue the mental health clearance certificate for me this time." He said, leaning against the railing of the upstairs terrace. The salt breeze rippled gently through his dark black hair.
    "And what about police matters?"
    "One of my friends talked to D.I.G. Crimes, he has assured us that there're no more charges remaining on me now. My file has been closed. The police does accept the fact that whatever happened was something I did when I was not mentally normal." He finished his long sentence. "I'd never forgive myself ever though."
    "Yes. Why not, thanks to Allah, you're normal now, physically as well as mentally." Maulana uncle was as supportive as ever. "It's been a long way though."
    "Uncle, I don't believe that it's been more than two years now." He took a long breath. "The loss is unbearable however."
    Maulana uncle remained silent this time.
    "Uncle, tell me. Tell me, why does it hurt to love someone?"
    From the other side, he heard a soft, sober laughter.
    "People don't offer thanks when they're happy. Yet they object when they're hurt."
    " I… I will be thankful this time." He sobbed. "Sometimes, I just want my love back uncle. Although I know it's impossible. Those who have gone forever, never come back." He murmured painfully. "And please, not this time. I don't want to get hurt again. "
    "Your love was meant to be…
    "If it meant to be, why did I lose her?" His voice became loud, as he cut in.
    "You didn't lose her...I'd say you let her go!" Maulana uncle replied. "And that was your mistake."
    He did not reply. He had nothing to say.
    "How's your poetry going?"
    "My only hobby these days." He laughed emptily. "Yes I wrote some thing new."
    "And what I could be?"
    "My new poem, want to hear?" He asked, resting against the railing again and gazing far out to sea.
    "Why not."
    Hearing his response, he set his neatly framed glasses back on his nose and opened his diary again.
    "Alright, here it is…I have dedicated this to her, the same person for whom I wrote it. By the way the title is 'Thank you'.
    "Hmm, sounds interesting. Let's begin now."
    He closed his eyes, tipped his head back and began to read the poem in a soft, low voice but with an impressive accent and perfection.
    My love...
    I am a different person,
    A better person
    since we first met
    your honesty helped me
    to see my weaknesses,
    and your support helped me
    to turn them into strengths.
    Thank you,
    Thank you for being my real, true friend
    for not saying the things
    you thought I wanted to hear,
    but for saying the things
    I needed to know.
    You're one of the few people
    I trusted when you told me
    that I've done well,
    because you are one of the few
    who will tell me
    when I could do better.
    You challenged me
    to be the best I could be...
    by accepting and appreciating me,
    you helped me
    learn to accept
    and appreciate myself.
    Thank you for being my teacher!
    I was helpless, you supported me
    I was restless, you comforted me
    I was ignorant, you acknowledged me
    Thank you…
    And now, I know, you're not with me,
    But know what, you're still in me
    Thank you for being my 'every thing.'

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    Sehnsucht got a reaction from Kazemi in what martial arts could imam ali do?   
    This is an... Out-of-the-box question. To say the least. :huh:
    I hardly know anything on this topic, though I've read a lot about his incredible battles...
    I believe Imam Ali (as) trained his sons... Hazrat Abbas (as), Imam Hussain (as), and Imam Hasan (as) almost certainly, and I've also heard his grandkids were heavily influenced by his training methods through Hazrat Abbas (as), who had learned very extensively under his father. In the battle of Karbala, Qasim (as), Ali Akbar (as), Aun (as), Muhammad (as), and the likes are all said to have been observed with great awe and respect as the blood of Ali (as) was detectable in the way they bravely fought... The same is definitely said of Imam Hussain (as) and Abbas (as).
    I know I've read a lot about this in a book or something and there was a lot of emphasis on Imam Ali's (as) training of Hazrat Abbas (as) as he seemed to be the greatest living representation of his battling skills and bravery, but I can't quite remember...
    I also remember reading that Muslim Ibne Aqeel (as) was extremely skilled in combat, and learnt much of that skill from Imam Ali (as).
    Also, Imam (as) trained many of his companions and fellow soldiers!
    I have read a book about Karbala in which one of Muslim Ibne Aqeel's (as) strategies in Kufa was described when the army was attacking him, and his strategy was compared to/refrenced to Imam Ali (as)... I can't remember exactly, but I'll try to find more on that.
    In addition to that, there were details about how Imam Hussain (as) had a similar strategy reflecting Imam Ali's (as) skill...
    ...Here's the related excerpt from 'Tears & Tributes' that talks about Muslim Ibne Aqeel's (as) fight!
    Accompanied by mounted soldiers, the traitor returned to his house for Muslim's arrest. Muslim was at that time engaged in prayers. When he heard the beating of several horses' hoofs on the paved roads, he understood that the soldiers had come for his arrest. He snatched his sword which was lying by his side and rushed out. Taha stood at the threshold of her house flabbergasted to see that her son had brought the soldiers for the arrest of her revered guest. She fell on Muslim's feet and cried: "Muslim, my prince, how can I explain to you that I have not betrayed you but my cursed son, whom I trusted and never suspected of such blatant treachery, has ruined me. I shall not let them cross my threshold except over my dead body." Muslim did not require to be told that Taha's averments were sincere. He gently told her, "My benefactor, I know that you have been very kind and considerate to me and the thought of betraying me cannot even cross your noble and pious mind. I do not in the least blame you for the treachery of your son. As your guest, who has partaken of your hospitality, I cannot allow you to be killed by these merciless brutes and let your house be reduced to a shambles. Let me go out of the house and sell my life as dearly as I can."
    Muslim gently pushed aside Taha from the threshold and walked out sword in hand. By this time the soldiers had reached the house. They were taken by surprise at seeing Muslim emerging from the door like an enraged lion. The lane was so narrow that two horses could not come up abreast. This gave Muslim the best opportunity for single combat. Though he was on foot and the soldier opposite to him was mounted, he possessed the prowess which was the heritage of Ali's family. One after the other the soldiers were tasting the sword of this warrior and falling down from their horses. In the process they were getting crushed and trampled under the hoofs of horses of their own men.
    The leader of the band of soldiers, who had discreetly kept himself behind his men, sent word for more men. Though more and more soldiers were pouring in, the topography of the scene of this street battle was such that they could not attack en masse. Heads of enemy soldiers were falling like nine-pins. Hours passed but still Muslim was fighting his defensive battle most courageously.
    When Obeidullah Ibne Ziad's couriers, who were bringing to him the news of the fight, informed him that Muslim was giving a fight the like of which had not been seen since the days of Ali, the Khalif, he got infuriated. He tauntingly asked his generals how many thousands of warriors they needed to capture one solitary person. One of them angrily retorted to him that he was forgetting that the person to be captured was not an ordinary home-keeping youth or shop-keeper but a renowned warrior of the House of Ali. He even suggested that if Obeidullah had no confidence in the generals, he could himself demonstrate his skill with the sword by offering combat to Muslim. This suggestion scared the wits out of Obeidullah. He, of all people, knew what it meant to cross swords with Ali's nephew. Swallowing the taunt, he replied: "My good general, I fully know what it means to fight with a person so desperate who finds himself at bay. Instead of letting our men die by his sword in such large numbers, why cannot some one adopt some stratagem to make him leave his vantage position so that it may be easier to attack him from all sides?"
    This suggestion appealed very much to the cowardly soldiers of Kufa. After some consultations amongst themselves, they decided to send soldiers to the top of the roof of an adjoining building and from there to hurl stones, burning ernbers and missiles at Muslim. It did not take them long to carry out their strategy. With showers of arrows, stones, fire and missiles, Muslim was so much'wounded that he decided to give up his vantage position. He charged on the soldiers in front of him and they fell back. He went forward, wielding his sword, and in the process, sending those who were within its reach to the perdition and doom which they merited.
    Once again hasty counsels were held among the captains of the army. Some one suggested that, since Muslim was now desperately moving forward, a trench could be dug on the road and covered up with straw so that it was completely comouflaged. The idea was to trap Muslim as he marched forward. It was reaiised that, without such subterfuge, Muslim could not be killed or captured without sacrificing the cream of the army.
    The treacherous ruse proposed by Obeidullah's mercenaries worked as planned. While rushing on and wielding his sword dexterously, Muslim fell into the trench. Now those who were avoiding to come within the reach of his sword swooped down on him. With gushing blood Muslim could not regain his feet. He toppled over and lay unconscious in the trench. It was now a matter of minutes to capture him and soon he was chained and bound.
    When Muslim regained consciousness, he found himself a captive. His wounds had accentuated his thirst. The dawn was now breaking and the call for prayers was raised in the mosques of Kufa. Muslim requested his captors to give him some water to drink and for ablution. Instead of acceding to his request, they mocked and jeered at him. Muslim was extremely surprised and pained to see that the people of Kufa, who were claiming to be the followers of the Prophet, were flouting the injunctions of Islam for kindness to all in a helpless predicament. Little did Muslim know that these same people would behave with utter callousness and beastliness towards Husain and his children in the not too distant future.
    Khuda Hafiz!
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    Sehnsucht got a reaction from Christianlady in What does your name mean?   
    Salaam Aleikum.
    I thought of this topic as I was pondering the meaning of my own name...
    Some say it's derived from the musical instrument 'rababah', some say it means 'white cloud', while others say it means 'sweetnesses'...
    Does anyone know, perchance? :)
    And aside from that,
    What does your name mean & how do you feel about it?
    Which are the names with the best meanings in your opinion?
    And out of further curiosity, what are some nice uncommon names you know of?
    I adore the name Afeerah, meaning 'bird of heaven', and also love the name Jari, meaning 'brave'- both are rather unique from what I've seen and heard.
    Anyhow, chatter away about names & their glorious background stories; feel free to mention anything of relevant interest.
    Khuda Hafiz
    PS; added bonus::
    What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
    —William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet :wub:
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    Sehnsucht got a reaction from inferno in Switzerland votes on Muslim minaret ban   
    After really thinking this through, I have to say the situation is comical in a strange way. Very grim and rather infuriating, but kind of funny as well.
    The only indirect thing I can say in support of the SPP is that through their own ethnocentrism, they might inadvertently chip away at Arab ethnocentrism (no offense, guys!)... I mean, a mosque doesn't have to look like something out of Aladdin and/or Saudi in order to be a legitimate and revered place of worship- it would be nice to see an evolution of design that reflects the diversity of the modern Muslim ummah- and minarets aren't functionally important as they once were. Of course, I'm gravely offended at the obvious implications... yes, minarets are beautiful and resplendent symbols of Islamic worship-centers and this ban is a clear (albeit throughly passive-agressive and wussified) effort to undermine what they represent, and yes, I'd love to see how the Swiss would react to a proposal to ban crosses or bell towers, but I'm almost grateful that this move has been made, because hatred made apparent is easier to resist than the kind that parades as tolerance.
    I think we all know that architectural design clearly isn't the issue here, but I'm going to reserve my outrage for when those loonbats attempt to place a blanket ban on Muslim places of worship, period, or something similarly gutsy. I know they're probably thrilled with themselves over this, but it's going to take a lot more than forcing us to remodel buildings if they want to shake our resolve.
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    Sehnsucht got a reaction from Hameedeh in Feed hungry people/animals 100% free of cost thru a mouseclick...   
    Salaam Aleikum!
    [2:267] O you who believe, you shall give to charity from the good things you earn, and from what we have produced for you from the earth. Do not pick out the bad therein to give away, when you yourselves do not accept it unless your eyes are closed. You should know that GOD is Rich, Praiseworthy.
    It is definitely our duty as Muslims to help the less fortunate in absolutely any way we can, and Alhamdullilah something I stumbled upon yesterday certainly seemed worth mentioning.
    The title of this topic may seem laughably dubious at first glance, but according to www.snopes.com, an extremely well-trusted website known for its reputation of debunking urban legends through extensive research, the following two websites (at which one must simply click a button in order to freely & indirectly fund the feeding of rescued animals and impoverished people) actually do result in countless hungry mouths (reportedly over a million so far) being fed.
    Without further ado, here are the charitable sites:
    The sites certainly aren't non-profit... but what they basically claim is presumably no scam.
    In any case, Insh'Allah this is indeed true... So I strongly suggest that every good-hearted human being make an effort to spread the word! Make the pages your home page and remember to click daily! Though we should always sincerely give zakaat from our own wealth & possessions without a doubt, such an opportunity only makes it easier for the less fortunate of the world to be helped despite financial situation (or, in my case, moneyless youth), whether we're able to crack open our pocketbooks or not. =)
    "I know this whole "click on a button, feed a hungry person" story sounds too good to be true, but I called one of the Hunger Site's sponsors and they confirmed that they were indeed donating 3 cents for everyone who clicks on the site's "Donate Free Food" button. The sponsors are donating the money to generate goodwill (and, truth be told, sponsoring the Hunger Site is also a brilliant marketing move -- once someone clicks on the "Donate Free Food" button, they are taken to a page that shows a small ad for the sponsor. The click-through rates for these ads must be phenomenal!)"
    – Internet Tourbus - July 22, 1999
    In response to my own inquiry, Anthea Webb of the United Nations' World Food Program confirmed that it does indeed receive donations via the Hunger Site and labeled the project "innovative." According to Webb, "Cash donations equivalent to more than a million servings of food have been donated since the site opened in June 1999."
    & here's a news report & about.com information regarding the sites:
    Information taken from www.snopes.com:
    Over the last few years we've seen a plethora of altruistic appeals circulate on the Internet, each one claiming that you could donate money to a worthy cause or right some terrible injustice — at no cost to you — merely by taking some simple action, such as forwarding an e-mail message. (See our Jessica Mydek page for one example.) All of these messages were hoaxes — until The Hunger Site came along.
    At The Hunger Site, you can "donate" money to hunger relief simply by clicking a button. How? The Hunger Site, the creation of John Breen, a 42-year-old computer programmer from Bloomington, Indiana, was funded by various companies who sponsored the site for a day. Every sponsor donated the approximate cost of 1/4 of a cup of food to the United Nations' World Food Program for each user who clicks on the site during the day. (If multiple companies were sponsoring the site, the amount of food donated was multiplied by the number of sponsors.)
    Breen created the site in June 1999 as a personal project to help deal with hunger in developing countries, and the response was soon so overwhelming that he spent most of his time administering the site even though he received no income, loans, grants, or donations to compensate him for his time and effort or pay his expenses. Eventually The Hunger Site became part of GreaterGood.com, a shopping portal where customers could direct up to 15% of the cost of every purchase to causes they selected. GreaterGood.com ceased operations in July 2001, and The Hunger Site was temporarily shut down until CharityUSA.com took over its operations a few weeks later.
    Khuda Hafiz! ^_^ :o
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    Sehnsucht got a reaction from JawzofDETH in Miscellaneous Artwork By Jawzofdeth   
    Wow... I had been secretly planning for years that when I got a car insh'Allah, I'd get a window decal made with that very same calligraphic tiger and put it on the rear windshield... What are the odds?! ^_^
    The designs look great mash'Allah... the first is especially fascinating.
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    Sehnsucht got a reaction from -Enlightened in How to make your wife happy?   
    ^ In addition to that, the most enlightening examples I've come across have been those of Allamah Tabatabai (ra) and Ayatullah Khomeini (ra). I was moved to tears and absolutely awestruck when I first read about the way they were with their wives and kids and how deeply and obviously they cherished them. For the husbands out there who are tempted to believe that a non-infallible man can't emulate the domestic conduct of the Aimmah (as) and doesn't need to try his best, such 'ulema are brilliant beacons. Of course, their wives are likewise an example for us women. :)
    A few accounts of Allamah (ra) with his wife and family, from 'Eternal Manifestations' by Ahmad Luqmani:
    ‘Allāma’s family life was extremely warm and pleasant. When his wife passed away he shed so many tears and was so saddened and moved that one day we asked him, “we should be learning patience and endurance from you - why are you affected such?”
    He replied:
    "Death is inevitable. Everyone must die. I am not crying for the death of my wife. My tears are for the kindness, housekeeping abilities, and the love my wife had. I have had a life full of ups and downs. In the holy city of Najaf when we were faced with many difficulties, I was not even aware of the needs and the administration of our life [because she took care of them so well]. Managing our life was in the hands of my wife, and throughout our life not once did my wife do something that I said I wish she hadn’t done that, even just to myself. Nor did she ever not do something that I said I wish she had carried that out!
    Throughout our life together never once did she say to me why did you carry out that particular act, or why didn’t you do something! For example, you know that I work at home and am continually occupied with writing and studying. As a result I get tired and occasionally I need to rest and to renew my energy. My wife was aware of this. She would always have the kettle on and tea ready. Although she was busy with housework, she would pour me one cup of tea every hour. She would place it in my study and would return to her work until the following hour… how can I ever forget such love and kindness?!" :cry: :cry:
    source: Ayatullah Ibrāhīm Amīnī
    His [‘Allāma’s] behavior with my mother was incredibly respectful and friendly. Through his actions it seemed as if he was always eager to see my mother. We never saw them order each other to do or not do anything, nor did we see any discord between the two of them. They were loving, loyal and forgiving to each other to such an extent that we thought they never disagreed. The two of them were truly like two friends with each other.
    Prior to her death, my mother was ill and confined to bed for 27 days. During this period my father did not leave her bedside for a single moment. He left all his work to take care of her.
    At the same time my mother was an exceptional woman. She was patient when faced with difficulties and a meager lifestyle. She managed all our household affairs. She took care of our academic and social life and handled all our concerns. She worked with such efficiency and wisdom that my father was able to pursue his academic work with complete ease of mind.
    source: ‘Allāma’s daughter
    “It was this woman who allowed me to reach this position. She has been my partner and whatever books I have written, half [of the credit] belongs to her.”
    This one sentence from ‘Allāma Tabātabā’ī is sufficient as an indication of his enlightened view of women. At another time he said:
    If a woman did not have importance, God would not have placed the lineage of the 12 Imāms in the progeny of Hazrat Zahra (a). Truly if a woman is noble and good she can make the entire world a rose-garden, and if she is bad she can make the world a hell…Women and men are partners, and after looking after the raising of her children, a woman must become aware and familiar with the affairs of her society.
    Although he had very little time, ‘Allāma managed his schedule in such a manner that he would spend one hour every afternoon with his family. During this time he was so kind and affectionate that one could not believe that this was an individual occupied with so much work.
    source: ‘Allāma’s daughter
    At home ‘Allāma was strongly opposed to anyone else carrying out his personal tasks for him. There was always a competition in turning down the bed [at home]. My father would try to carry out this task before anyone else, and my mother would try to anticipate him. Even in the end when he was sick and I used to go to his home, he would get up from his place to pour his own tea despite his state of illness. And if I objected and said, “why didn’t you ask me to bring me some tea,” he would reply, “no, you are a guest, and you are also a descendant of the Prophet (s) (Sayyid), and I cannot give you any orders”.
    source: ‘Allāma’s daughter

    Some accounts of Imam Khomeini's treatment of his wife from 'Rays of the Sun':
    Imam always offered me the better place in the room. He would not start eating until I came to the dinner table. He would also tell the children: ‘Wait until Khanom comes.’ He maintained respect for me and was not even willing that I should work in the house. He would always tell me: ‘Don’t sweep.’ If I wanted to wash the children’s clothes at the pond, he would come and say: “Get up, you shouldn’t be washing.”
    On the whole, I have to say that Imam did not consider sweeping, washing dishes and even washing my children’s clothes as part of my responsibilities. If out of necessity I sometimes did these, he would get upset considering them as a type of unjust dealing towards me.
    Even when I entered the room, he would never say: ‘Close the door behind you,’ but waited till I sat down and then would himself get up and shut the door.
    source: the Imam’s Wife
    Imam had extraordinary respect for his wife. For example, I am not lying if I say that in the period of 60 years of living together, he did not even reach for food (on the dinner table) before his wife, nor did he have even the smallest expectation from her. I can even say that in the period of 60 years of living together, at no time did he even ask for a glass of water, but would always get it himself. If he was in such a position that he could not, he would say: ‘Is the water not here?’ He would never say: ‘Get up and bring me water.’ He behaved this way not only with his wife but also with all of us who were his daughters. If he ever wanted water we would all enthusiastically run to get it, but he never wanted us to bring and give him a glass of water in his hand.
    During the difficult last days of his life, each time he would open his eyes, if he was capable of speaking, he would ask: ‘How is Khanom?’ We would reply: ‘She is good. Shall we tell her to come to you?’ He would answer: ‘No, her back is hurting. Let her rest.’ :cry:
    source: Siddiqa Mustafavi (Imam’s daughter)
    Imam was very attached to his wife and had special respect for her, so much so that he placed his wife on one side, and his children on the other.
    I remember that once Imam’s wife had gone on a journey, and Imam was missing her very much. When he would frown, we would jokingly say to him: ‘When Khanom is here, Imam laughs, and when she is not here, Imam is upset and frowns.’
    In short, however much we teased Imam, he would not stop frowning. Finally I said: ‘Blessed is Khanom that you like her so much.’ He said: ‘Blessed am I that I have such a wife. No one else has sacrificed as much in life as she has. If you too would be like Khanom, your husband would also like you this much.'
    source: Siddiqa Mustafavi (Imam’s daughter)
    As far as possible, Imam was particular that he should not impose his work on others, but rather carry it out himself. In Najaf, it sometimes happened that from the roof, Imam would notice that the kitchen or bathroom light was left on.
    In these cases, he would not tell his wife or anybody else who was also on the roof to go and switch off the light. Rather, he would himself make his way down three flights of stairs in the darkness, switch off the light and return.
    Occasionally, he would also want a pen or paper that was upstairs. In this circumstance too, he would not tell anyone, not even his loved ones the children of Martyr Marhum Haaj Sayyid Mustafa (Imam’s son), to bring them for him. He would himself get up and go up the stairs to get what he needed and return.
    source: Hujjatul Islam Sayyid Hamid Ruhani
    One day, as it so happened, there were many guests at Imam’s house. After the meal, I collected the dishes and took them to the kitchen. Along with Zahra, the daughter of Agha Ishraqi, we prepared to wash the dishes. However we saw that Imam himself had immediately come to the kitchen.
    I asked Zahra: “Why has Haaj Agha come to the kitchen?” I had a right to be surprised because it wasn’t time to perform wudu. Imam rolled up his sleeves and said: “Because there are many dishes today, I have come to help you.” My body started to tremble. My Lord! What am I seeing! I said to Zahra: “I swear by you to Allah, please request Imam to leave. We will wash the dishes ourselves.” This was really unexpected for me.[10]
    -Marzieh Hadide Chi (Dabagh)
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    Sehnsucht got a reaction from Queen Yoda in How to make your wife happy?   
    ^ Jazak'Allah khair sis Maryaam!
    The example of the Aimmah (as) and those who follow them is to be patient, gentle, helpful, equitable, and infinitely loving toward one's wife.
    It is written in Al-Bihar, on the authority of Manaqeb that Imam Ali (A) said:
    "By Allah, I never angered Fatima, or forced her to do something (she did not like), up to the day she died; nor did she ever anger or disobey me. In fact, when I looked at her, depression and sadness would be removed from my (heart)."
    Here's some excerpts from "Marriage - A Gift for the Youth":
    A Woman's Rights Over Her Husband
    The principle duty of a man is to provide food, clothing, shelter and all other basic needs of his wife according to his ability and capacity. All this should be done with love and kindness by which their relationship will glow and become stronger. He should always support his wife with courage and bravery so that she may feel a sense of security. Also he must guard her chastity and modesty, while overlooking her minor faults and errors which are inevitable. As Mullah Mohsin Faiz Kashani in his book "Al-Waafi" in the chapter of "A Woman's right over her husband" writes that it is narrated from the Holy Prophet (SAW) that some people enquired from him regarding the rights of a wife over her husband. He (SAW) answered, "He should overlook her minor faults and if she commits a major mistake then he should forgive her."
    We all know that human life is not confined to food and drinks. Rather love, affection and sacrifice are the emotions which take humanity to great heights and form the core of its civilisation and culture. A woman who is emotions personified along with her other necessities expects to see the smiling face of her husband when he returns to his house. This is one of her basic rights which has not been overlooked due to its importance by the religion of Islam and therefore it is enumerated as one her rights over her husband.
    Shahab Abdo Rabbeh relates that I asked Imam Sadiq (as) concerning the rights of a woman over her husband. He (as) answered, "He should fulfil all her basic necessities and must not terrrorise her by becoming angry time and again. If he does this i.e. after fulfilling her needs, is kind and affectionate towards her, then I swear by God, he has fulfilled his wife's rights. (Kafi).
    The Importance of Helping One's Wife in Domestic Works
    One day the Holy Prophet (SAW) paid a visit to the house of Ali (as) and Fatema (SA). He saw that Ali (as) is sieving the pulses and Fatema (SA) is busy cooking. On observing this the Holy Prophet (SAW) remarked, "O Ali, I do not speak except what is revealed unto me. Anyone who helps his wife in her domestic affairs obtains a reward of one year of worship equal to the amount of hair on his body. This year of worship will be as if he has fasted during it's day and prayed during it's night. Allah will reward him equal to the reward of all the patient ones, Hazrat Dawood (as) and Hazrat Esa (as). [ Jami us Sadaat, Vol. 2, Pg. 142).
    In the same reference another tradition from the Holy Prophet (SAW) is recorded where he says, "O Ali, whoever helps his wife and children in their domestic affairs and does not consider it as an obligation upon them, Allah will enumerate him among the martyrs. The reward of one thousand martyrs is written in his book of deeds (by the angels) each day and night. His one step bears the reward of one Hajj and one Umrah and he gets cities in paradise equal to the number of veins in his body."
    Again in Jami us Sadaat, the Holy Prophet (SAW) is reported to have said, "One who stays in his house and helps his family members in their domestic affairs, his reward is better than the one who has worshipped God for one thousand years, performed one thousand Hajj, one thousand Umrah, released one thousand slaves, participated in one thousand battles along with the Holy Prophet (SAW), visited one thousand patients, worshipped on one thousand Fridays, participated in one thousand funeral processions, fed one thousand hungry people, clothed one thousand beggars, distributed one thousand horses in the way of God, gave one thousand Dinars (gold coin) to the poor, recited one thousand times each the Taurat, the Injeel and the Quran, freed one thousand prisoners and donated one thousand sheep to the poor. And the one who helps his family members in their house affairs, sees his place in paradise before departing from this world."
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    Sehnsucht got a reaction from Aryana in Female Circumcision   
    As to the type of circumcision being spoken of in these ahadith, I don't know if these points have been covered, but-
    1) The likeliest candidate is probably something akin to a partial hoodectomy. Trimming (note: not removing) the clitoral hood sounds both in line with the Prophet's recommendation to cut slightly and not exaggerate the cutting, and it could certainly serve to increase sexual pleasure, ergo 'brighter for the face' (if meant in the context of orgasm) and 'pleasurable for the husband'.
    It seems extremely dubious that the ahadith are describing a nymphectomy, clitoridectomy, infibulation, or any sort of removal, because of the phrases "do not strip off" & "do not uproot", and that it's virtually impossible to remove such parts of the female anatomy while still adhering to all the stated guidelines.
    Based on the sunnipath link someone provided earlier, it seems like the Shafi' school of thought is supposed to endorse the trimming of the hood only as well.
    Here's an interesting website that sheds more light on hoodectomies; it notes the important distinction between a hoodectomy and a clitoridectomy (ie. circumcision vs. mutilation)
    2) In light of the above reasoning, it's EXTREMELY different, in principle and practice, from the harsh forms of fgm widely seen in Africa, which cause untold levels of mental, emotional, and physical suffering to so many women. To elaborate:
    Firstly, although many nations with a high incidence of fgm also have a majority Muslim population, making good statistical fodder for the nutters who want to present the practice as a consequence of Islamic doctrine, it has a lot more to do with pre-Islamic African tradition** that has simply persisted and been misrepresented over time, than a practice rooted in Islam. Reading more fully into the numbers may help shed light on this... For example, Eritrea has a Muslim population of roughly 50%, yet the rate of fgm there is over 90-95% according to the US State Dept.
    One possible explanation, imo, as to why fgm stats are often higher in Muslim countries (the apparent correlation is quite staggering upon cursory speculation) is that early Christians historically frowned upon circumcision period, so missionaries in Africa would be more likely to try to discontinue the practice among new adherents of the faith*, regardless of gender. Muslim migrants, on the other hand, wouldn't have had any doctrinal impetus to stop female circumcision- and, in the case of Shafi' followers, would have their own (albeit far less intensive) form- so the practice was probably permitted to continue in regions that came to be dominantly Islamic. As beliefs evolved over time, the worst forms of traditional, culturally-based genital mutilation probably melded with ill-understood religious standards of female circumcision and the lesser forms actually permitted... throw in a little misogyny, and the conceivable brutality borne of post-colonial tribalism and genocide, and you have your horrific, modern-day manifestations of fgm.
    *The earliest instances of fgm occurred in ancient, pre-Islamic Egypt and included infibulation (hence the phrase 'pharaonic circumcision'- which is the nightmarish form that entails stitching up a woman's vaginal orifice), and there are additional forms of genital modification in Africa that still occur in regions with relatively little Islamic influence (ie. in Rwanda and throughout sub-Saharan Africa, where it's a common practice to elongate the labia minora- see 'labia stretching'.)
    **This could possibly be supported by the first hadith, if the woman's emigration was a literal hijrah, and, assuming she wasn't simply uninformed, if her question can be seen as indicative that notions of female circumcision in the Islamic world at that point were either absent altogether or relatively unknown.
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    Sehnsucht got a reaction from Barabika in Oh. My. Gawd.   
    I've heard of video game addicts, but this is disturbingly EXCESSIVE! :wacko:
    The world is going in a very, very scary direction...
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    Sehnsucht got a reaction from usernamealreadytaken in I am losing faith in Islam...   
    I'm so sorry bro... for some reason SC is glitching like crazy for me. =/ My attempts to post are hardly getting through (and only partially, at that).
    Hang in there bro! (ps: excuse the androgynous blue, but I'm a sister) ^_^ I'll leave an email address on your profile page, and although I can't assure that I'll be of much help, I promise to listen with an open heart and mind to anything you have to say. You can even pretend that there's not a person on the other side... just say whatever you need to say, and if I can offer any words of comfort I will.
    Yes, reading Qur'an will definitely help calm your heart insh'Allah. Another wonderful healing force is Dua Yastasheer:

    It's a very, very powerful and comforting dua for times of despair.
    There's one other major issue I want to address here that I feel might be one of the most pressing of all your anguishes, and may very well be the hardest struggle of all at this point, apart from recovering from the abuse itself... You might find yourself wondering: if you discover that you can't convince yourself to consider an alternate path, or that your homosexual inclinations are not something you can shake off or replace with feelings for a woman, does that mean you're condemned to a life alone, never to experience romantic love? This is definitely an unspeakably daunting and upsetting thought, and probably one of the quandaries that I'm sure can make a homosexual person feel as though they must choose their sexuality over their religion or vice versa... Romantic love is one of the ultimate attainments, something every human being universally seems to strive for... I know it must be tough, then, to face the possibility that for you to pursue this universally-coveted treasure would be to tantamount to sinning against God. At a cursory glance, where is the justice in that? If indeed you are homosexual, you're basically looking at a life of celibacy- an impossibly difficult jihaad that few would be "man enough for"- and I know that must seem absolutely, mind-numbingly heartbreaking and terribly unjust at times. I've stayed up many nights poring over the issue and shed many tears of sympathy, wondering why God would let it be that certain human beings condemned by their sexual feelings would never know what it meant to love someone as a significant other... but then it struck me:
    It isn't only homosexual people who are condemned to a life of being single. There are millions- nay, billions- of heterosexual people all over the world, too, who will go through life being single and ultimately die alone, for millions of different reasons. Some of them will be spurned and betrayed by their lovers in the worst ways possible, some will experience unrequited crush after crush only to never be noticed by the object of his/her feelings, some- like Hazrat Ali Akbar (as)- would be the ideal spouses in every way but perish at the threshold of youth, some will be ravaged by diseases that make them hideous to look at, or deformities that will all but render them invisible to a lover's eyes... not to mention the untold billions who are too starving and impoverished to even dream of love; they'd merely love to survive. Many of these people are heterosexual, but even that won't be enough to give them a shot at love. So just know- please understand and remember- that it isn't just you who must be alone, and you don't have to feel singularly miserable and condemned... there are plenty of us 'unlovables' who probably will never meet a pair of eyes and watch them burn with the warm embers of love... who will spend our entire lives watching other people marry and raise families and enjoy picture-perfect romances while we sit on the sidelines and cringe.
    I know you might still think that, regardless of whatever calamities may prevent heterosexual people from experiencing love, at least God permits them to experience it... but isn't it almost worse, in one sense, to know that something *can* be yours, but still not be able to have it? It's like an oasis we finally spot in the desert that we've been wandering in for days, only to find that our legs collapse beneath us just a few meters before we can partake of its waters... The water is not haram for us, it practically has our names on it and we could have it if we could only traverse those few inches, but we'll still perish because of that little distance.
    I'm totally coming from left-field here, but I would highly recommend reading The Elephant Man or watching the film of the same name... or even simply reading about the life of Joseph Merrick, upon whom these are based. He had an absolutely beautiful, impossibly pure heart- much like yours, I suspect- that was full of love he would have willingly showered on anyone. In a world where so many people harm the ones who love them, take them for granted, betray them, etc., Joseph Merrick probably would have treated his lover like the rarest of diamonds... he was talented, articulate, wise, and a fascinating person all around, and to top it all off, he was straight and a yearning romantic... so why didn't he ever get to love and be loved by someone special?
    Well, his physical body was so horrifying and grotesque that people would often scream upon seeing him, never realizing what a pure being resided underneath.
    That is what the world can be like, and you don't have to be gay to experience the worst of its disappointments... so please, please don't ever feel alone on that count or like the odds are too unfairly stacked against you. What you've suffered is so unfair, and what you may have to face in God's way even harder, but keep fighting... we've all got our battles and there's always a Joseph Merrick out there who's even worse off than we are. That being said, must we give in to this grim conclusion, or is there a solution to the sad aloneness many of us are condemned to in the area of romantic love?
    I believe there is.... For us simply to realize and ardently believe this: that there are so many other loves out there for us to partake of and appreciate, and so many other ways we can seek existential fulfillment. I know that our cultures, especially here in the West where sex and companionship are the centerpiece of every aspect of our media, make it difficult to be at ease with the thought of never having a significant other. But what they too often force us to forget- so that we keep investing in the billion dollar industries of cosmetics and fashion to primp ourselves for lovers who shouldn't need such persuasions on our part- is that there is a life beyond roses and fireplaces and sappy poetry. There is a world out there- outside the trivialities of our own finite lives- that we could commit ourselves to changing and improving; billions of people who need help from people like us: who in the absence of having committed to a specific person or family, can instead commit to the ones who need our empathy. It's what Mother Teresa did- she never experienced the loving embrace of a husband, but in its stead she was embraced by an entire nation, and the world, for the good she did for humanity.
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    Sehnsucht got a reaction from skinee in UPDATE YOUR RELIGION FIELDS!   
    Jazak'Allah khair times infinity. :) This is the best thing that's happened to SC in a while.

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    Sehnsucht reacted to Quisant in Muslim youth and Homosexuality   
    We all know that mainstream Islam strongly frowns on homosexuality but to propose that "modern society is the cause" is innocent to the point of willfull gullibility.
    The saqis or wine bearers that so frequently appear in Sufi poetry ?
    Do you really believe that they only serve wine?
    They are available for sexual favors. In most cases, they were slaves trained for the purpose.
    Those servants in the Quran are there to provide sexual services.
    I am certain of that.
    I am also certain that you will not see it that way.
    It doesn't mean either of us is in error or lying.
    It just means you're naive, that's all.
    There are many "period" Persian miniatures with factual depictions of the nature of the sexual service provided.
    Sa'adi (1184 - 1283) has been translated by a number of major Western poets, most of whom were not deterred by the "transparently homoerotic" tone of much of his work. According to Wayne Dynes, "English translators even in the tamer episodes of the Gulistan turn boys into girls and change anecdotes about pederasty into tales of heterosexual Iove." (Asian Homosexuality p.66)
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    Sehnsucht got a reaction from Nimra in I need a good excuse to stop judging people...   
    Try to imagine what insecurities, challenges, fears, heartbreaks, and doubts might've led her to change;
    after you've covered ALL possible bases, you might actually find that it would be difficult not to be altered if you were in her position... you might also realize a truth we often miss out on when we judge others: the average human being doesn't do bad things with the knowledge and intention of doing bad, they do bad things because sometimes, it's possible to become convinced based on your experiences in this harsh world that wrong is in fact right. And the more idealistic and pure you are to begin with, the likelier it is that the world's bleakness will tear you down and make you question whether it's even worth it to pick yourself back up and live by the same high standards you valued previously.
    Also, all you can perceive are the changes in her outer condition. Realize that you have no idea what's going on within... what if she's enduring a grave spiritual crisis and questioning the very core of herself, while you're sitting on the sidelines looking down on her? While you're wasting time judging her or attempting to gauge her piety based on superficial elements, what if she's spending her time grappling with profound spiritual questions you haven't even considered yet? If that be the case, who's really the one in need of a judgmental nudge?
    Lastly, take a very long, harsh look at yourself. Is it fair or sensical at all to base your respect for a fellow human being- a complex, multi-layered creature every bit as deserving of leniency and understanding as yourself- on differences that appear thereof? Whether or not you're justified in doing so, does it improve your life, or hers, for you to think this way? Does it bring you nearer to God or elevate your own piety to think disparagingly of someone else? Just remember, no matter what a person's external countenance is like, for all we know, a person we deem immoral might actually have a better grasp of faith in their pinky finger than we have in our entire beings.
    In the words of Mother Teresa... "if you judge someone, you have no time to love them."
    All that being said, I should mention that I'm really proud of you for stopping to question your own judgmentality and being (rightly) disappointed with yourself- that takes a degree of courage and humility most people never bother with, and speaks well of your character. :)
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    Sehnsucht got a reaction from iraqi_shia in Twitter Hacked by 'Iranian Cyber Army'   
    (CNN) -- The popular microblogging Web site Twitter was hacked overnight, leaving the millions who use the site tweetless. Those who tried to access Twitter were redirected to a site that had a green flag and proclaimed "This site has been hacked by Iranian Cyber Army." The Web site was down for nearly an hour. Representatives from Twitter could not be immediately reached for comment, but the company spoke about the issue on its official Twitter page.
    "Twitter's DNS records were temporarily compromised but have now been fixed. We will update with more information soon," the company posted at about 2:30 a.m. ET Friday. It was unclear who the group Iranian Cyber Army was and if it is connected to Iran. However, Twitter has had an interesting relationship with Iran. Earlier this summer when Iran's disputed presidential election spiraled into bloody protests, the opposition took to social networking and used Twitter to inform the world. Protesters beamed images from the violent protests at a time when the mainstream media outlets had a hard time getting access to Iran. Twitter became so fundamental in spreading news of the protests that followed that the U.S. State Department asked the company to delay a planned shutdown for maintenance.

    :lol: Classy. Any idea who these guys are, and how on earth they pulled this off? Is Twitter really that lax on security?
    They also hacked mowjcamp.com (pro-green site), so I'm tempted to think this isn't just some goofy prank... Unless it's actually some greenies attempting to frame conservatives?
    There are some interesting responses on this website:
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    Sehnsucht got a reaction from Syed Demanding in Twitter Hacked by 'Iranian Cyber Army'   
    (CNN) -- The popular microblogging Web site Twitter was hacked overnight, leaving the millions who use the site tweetless. Those who tried to access Twitter were redirected to a site that had a green flag and proclaimed "This site has been hacked by Iranian Cyber Army." The Web site was down for nearly an hour. Representatives from Twitter could not be immediately reached for comment, but the company spoke about the issue on its official Twitter page.
    "Twitter's DNS records were temporarily compromised but have now been fixed. We will update with more information soon," the company posted at about 2:30 a.m. ET Friday. It was unclear who the group Iranian Cyber Army was and if it is connected to Iran. However, Twitter has had an interesting relationship with Iran. Earlier this summer when Iran's disputed presidential election spiraled into bloody protests, the opposition took to social networking and used Twitter to inform the world. Protesters beamed images from the violent protests at a time when the mainstream media outlets had a hard time getting access to Iran. Twitter became so fundamental in spreading news of the protests that followed that the U.S. State Department asked the company to delay a planned shutdown for maintenance.

    :lol: Classy. Any idea who these guys are, and how on earth they pulled this off? Is Twitter really that lax on security?
    They also hacked mowjcamp.com (pro-green site), so I'm tempted to think this isn't just some goofy prank... Unless it's actually some greenies attempting to frame conservatives?
    There are some interesting responses on this website:
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    Sehnsucht reacted to salamhusayn in I need a good excuse to stop judging people...   
    Aleikum Salam, The idea of not judging people is due to people taking Matthew 7:1 out of context. See http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&rls=com.microsoft%3Aen-us%3AIE-SearchBox&q=judge+not+beam+%22out+of+context%22&aq=f&oq=&aqi= It is alright to judge others if they sin provided you are not doing the same sin or worse. Honestly from your post it is not clear whether the sister in question is doing a sin or is she violating your cultural norms. You can dress differently, act differently and choose different companions and still be a good muslim. For example I know a sister who follows a Marja' in Iran who says wearing a wig with a neck scarf is fine instead of a head scarf. Many would look at her and consider her a sinner but she is not one at all. My advise to you is to do some friendly and cautious Amr bil Ma'roof after first identifying whether she is doing anything haraam. If she isn't and she is just breaking your cultural norms leave her alone. She might be better than you. My advise is to give her the benefit of the doubt as much as possible. If she is sinning, remind her in private and nicely and then leave it alone. There is not much you can do then but pray for her.
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    Sehnsucht reacted in I need a good excuse to stop judging people...   
    Get over yourself? :unsure:
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    Sehnsucht reacted to Allahuakbar in I need a good excuse to stop judging people...   
    Salam aliekum,
    To be brief, I know someone who was previously a very pious Muslimah who has changed completely in the past two years after going to college. She made a 180 degree turn and started dressing differently, acting differently, and choosing different companions. I really respected this person but now I'm really having a hard time keeping that respect for her. I understand, she had her circumstances for choosing to alter her personality and her iman but I cannot help thinking less reverent things about her. I am really disappointed with myself for these kinds of thoughts but it seems inevitable... I would appreciate some advice. Thank you!
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    Sehnsucht got a reaction from .InshAllah. in Twitter Hacked by 'Iranian Cyber Army'   
    (CNN) -- The popular microblogging Web site Twitter was hacked overnight, leaving the millions who use the site tweetless. Those who tried to access Twitter were redirected to a site that had a green flag and proclaimed "This site has been hacked by Iranian Cyber Army." The Web site was down for nearly an hour. Representatives from Twitter could not be immediately reached for comment, but the company spoke about the issue on its official Twitter page.
    "Twitter's DNS records were temporarily compromised but have now been fixed. We will update with more information soon," the company posted at about 2:30 a.m. ET Friday. It was unclear who the group Iranian Cyber Army was and if it is connected to Iran. However, Twitter has had an interesting relationship with Iran. Earlier this summer when Iran's disputed presidential election spiraled into bloody protests, the opposition took to social networking and used Twitter to inform the world. Protesters beamed images from the violent protests at a time when the mainstream media outlets had a hard time getting access to Iran. Twitter became so fundamental in spreading news of the protests that followed that the U.S. State Department asked the company to delay a planned shutdown for maintenance.

    :lol: Classy. Any idea who these guys are, and how on earth they pulled this off? Is Twitter really that lax on security?
    They also hacked mowjcamp.com (pro-green site), so I'm tempted to think this isn't just some goofy prank... Unless it's actually some greenies attempting to frame conservatives?
    There are some interesting responses on this website:
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    Sehnsucht reacted to BintAlHoda in UPDATE YOUR RELIGION FIELDS!   
    The 'religion' field has now been changed back to the way it was in the past. That is, intsead of a drop-down box where you select your religion, you are free to input your religion.
    Your religion will NOT show by your name by your posts UNLESS you enter something in that part of your profile.
    To add a religious designation, go to your profile and click 'edit my profile'
    Let us know if you have any difficulties!
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    Sehnsucht reacted to Muskaan in The Listener   
    (Expressions from the heart
    Without a shred of talent...for which I sincerely apologise)
    The Listener
    Break time
    School playground
    Peals of laughter, screams
    Running, jumping
    Somersaults in the sandpit
    She lingered around the play area
    Dreamy smile on her cherubic face
    Gently kissed by short curls
    A longing in her eyes
    Hesitant desire in her heart
    Held back
    By blurred emotions
    By physical impairment
    Yet undeniable
    Children self-absorbed
    Teachers gossiping, sipping tea
    Oblivious of the little girl
    At the edge of the playground
    Back to class
    Resigned to the rest of the day…..
    3 0’clock!
    Children scramble out
    In all directions
    The little girl
    Sits on a wooden bench
    Skinny legs dangling
    Weighed down by heavy shoes
    A necessity to set right
    Picturing the goodies she will eat
    Stomach growling slightly
    Patiently waiting
    Knowing she will be delayed
    As always
    All at once,
    Her name is called
    She looks up expectantly
    An unmistakable smile
    She walks as fast as she can
    Running, almost
    Dragging her over-sized bag
    ‘Salam my angel
    How was your day?’
    The little girl recounts,
    With much enthusiasm,
    How she skipped, ran, jumped…..
    A sad, knowing smile from mum
    A warm life-giving embrace
    Finally she belongs
    A surge of confidence
    To be the queen of the house
    Heartily laugh without reservations
    Throw some tantrums even
    For a few hours
    Before she returns
    To take her place
    As the Observer
    The Listener…
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    Sehnsucht reacted to MissShiaMuslim in "Mum, Im a Muslim, But please dont kick me out!"   
    No, i dont wear Hijab yet, but i pray to Allah that i could!
    Everytime i go to pray my prayers, my family knock on my door, and i have to restart them over and over. But atleast I'm attempting them. They know I go to Ashura, and have seen me in full BLACK abaya and Hijab. Which is probably not the image they want to see their daughter, their reaciton was "this is not our daughter, who are you?", it hurt to hear that. But once i got out of the house, i was happy, because to walk the street with the abaya and hijab, was magnificent subhanAllah the feeling.
    I'm just hoping Allah gives me more strength.
    My friend is thinking about moving out around April/May, and she said i can go with her if i like, shes a revert of 6 years mashaAllah. By then, I should have a full-time job inshaAllah.
    All i can say is InshaAllah! Im still hoping everyday, that I get to where I want to be, but im taking things day by day, as tomorrow isnt promised, and I do the most I can do in that day.
    thanks so much for your replies!
    Sis. Emma
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    Sehnsucht reacted to MissShiaMuslim in "Mum, Im a Muslim, But please dont kick me out!"   
    Assalam 3laikum wr wb
    Im a revert to Islam since April08, alhumdulilah, my parents know of my interest, and i told my mum i wanted to become a Muslim, but they have totally ignored all of it. They have seen me in abaya and Hijab,helped me get to and from the mosque, but i have a feeling that if i go for it "full time" that i wouldnt have a home anymore.
    Im scared of losing my family, scared of not having a home to go to.
    Any advice on this?
    im 18, and i dont have a job.. so i wouldnt have any money to support me. There is a job opportunity, but im waiting for to get back to me, so im not totally "bumming" around haha.
    Please, any advice?
    JazakAllah Kheir
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