Expression of the mind

Skin-deep love

2012-01-28T12:29:00.000-08:00

A wife whose husband has thoughtlesslybetrayed her a thousand times finds dire pain in forgiving. Even at the melodyof her kneeling husband's sobs, her anger runs deep. He broke her. His love forher was mild and shallow enough to never be his internal compass for making hera priority. What kind of love is it that never touches the heart? What kind oflove is this that never helps a husband grow gracious and heedful of his wife'sdelicate and sensitive nature? A fake, alleged love it is.

Our gracious creator has made us creaturesof affection, spurred naturally by our likes and dislikes, driven by anintrinsic fuel towards the destinations that we personally choose. Our heartsare always overwhelmed by mad obsessions and love toward different things thatwe value and honor ranging from the most trivial to the most cherished likeloving your wife, your parents, or your siblings. And in this soothing state oflove, we summon the will for enduring the most troublesome circumstances forthe sake of this person whose love has resurrected our bleak hearts.

And there is this deep kind of love that Iconfidently claim yet never undertake; an alleged love that resembles acarefully worded poem uttered by a husband who thrives upon infidelity; it ismy love for Allah that seldom inspires me to make him a priority. And recentlydid I realize why my prayers for help have been as ineffective as the pleadsfor aid amidst the lands of the dead

Like the husband who may justify his lovefor his wife by buying her roses or giving her a heartless kiss on the cheek, Isometimes justify my love for Allah by an effortless share on a social network,an act of charity or by a prolonged prayer after which I feel worthy ofblessings and mercy.

And to the surprise of my heart, the actsthat are far more reflective of my love for my lord go unattended for;opportunities for an expression of love that remain unexploited. And I can onlyimagine how that is perceived in the eyes of Allah. When he calls for hisworshipper to take the effort of interrupting the lust of sleep to wake up fora prayer that truly stands for a hearty love and then his worshipper fails toendure the effort of that. When he calls for his worshipper to make his holyreligion of Islam a priority through the mindful reading of Qur'an, the modesttreatment of women, and the continuous remembrance of his blessings, he seesthat as the true and required expression of love. And if a wife who's madlyloved by a passionate husband can feel willing to wander the universe for hissake, what can Allah possibly do for a worshipper whose love for his lord runsdeep under his skin?

My shame is more eloquent than words canexpress. Incessantly do I ask for his aid and his help and all what I give inexchange is a limp, vulnerable form of love. No wonder why my deep wishes forredemption expires at end of my prayer. No wonder why I feel perplexed, notunderstanding why am I not getting the aid that I claim to have earned. How do I expect my gracious lord to make me apriority when my heart managed to make worldly obsessions deeper and moreprofound than my love for him? How shameful it is to only have my cheeks getwet and my breathing grow heavier when I am in deep trouble, knowing heartilythat he Is the only one that can help me. And in times of security andpsychological safety, my heart grows forgetful of fearing him.

Loving Allah meaningfully is the only wayto finding this discernible euphoria in praying where you pause from the hecticstream of life to breathe long enough to wash your sins away; where youheartily solicit for his aid, promising to allow your love for him to finds itsway to seriousness and sincerity. The greatest comfort is within allowing yourlove for him loom large in that valuable soul, heart and mind of yours,allowing you to lead a righteous, purposeful and balanced life in which youfind serenity and quietness.

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ιиѕριяє∂ ву:A wake up call

Compassion

2011-12-24T11:53:00.000-08:00

Why do wegrow oblivious to our moments of defeat? Aren't we all creatures of sins? Whydo we pelt others with jagged words when we witness them in their weak moments;when their incompleteness speaks vulgarly on their behalf? Our discourtesy haskept many in the dark; those who bear the shame of their sins and firmlybelieve that they will find no compassion in confiding in anybody butAllah

I see in theeyes of many an expression of exhaustion and defeat. I coax them to utter whatis inside of them. Regardless of how sincerely I promise to not turn into ajudgmental, relentless listener, they fail to disclose. Their apprehensionsabout how cold the world has grown became intensified and deepened. They withstandthe bitterness of shame inside their hearts, limping across earth, scoldingtheir souls, fearing the world, yearning for

compassion.

Why can't welisten with empathy to those who sinned? Why can't we take the hands of thosewho fell; of those whose bones grew feeble enough to not bear the weight oftheir flesh? Why do we act as kings when we were once slaves? Is it thesweetness of triumph that gives us the right to stab those who have not beenfortunate enough to rise as we did?

Allahpromises forgiveness and mercy. His kindness brings tears to the eye ofhopeless. As a sinner thumps diligently through the words of Qur'an, he feelshis burdens melting like a patch of ice withering under the mild afternoonsunlight. He raises his hands to speak unclearly as he sobs and quivers. IfAllah who tactfully designed our souls and spirits bestows rivers of mercy andforgiveness upon our hearts, why can't humans attempt to emulate such virtuousbehaviors, offering compassion and care to those who need it the most?

Our thinkinghas been conditioned by faulty perceptions of elegance, charm and beauty. Thosewho do not fit do not deserve to inhale. Strangle them swiftly to spare theworld their pathetic existence! In a fast-paced, self-centered universe,compassion grew rare. Pragmatism and its unfortunate implications, spawnedcold-hearted creatures, marching solely to reap, possess, and steal.

A female whose will has failed her to shoveher down a lustful slope can rise to summon righteousness and honor that noall-day praying nun can ever garner. Do not judge for you never know the end.Do not deem for you never know the story behind the relapse. Do not hate foryou never know when the devil will take you by the hand to shower you with themost shameful sins.

Regardlessof how disgraceful one's sins can become, he can rise to be the best he can.Our actions do not necessarily speak on our behalf; sometimes we do things thatdeeply contradict our values and beliefs as we fall hardly under the heat oftemptation. So, be compassionate in the face of the distressed. Pat theirshoulders, chuckle at their faces and convey to them your understanding. Younever know who will eventually earn Allah's paradise. Do not let pride impairyour intents as it is pride that expelled the devil from Allah's heaven andoverriding mercy.

The facethat was once smeared with expressions of vulnerability and lust can grow to bea face of light and purity. What if the sins that you have experiencedsecretively were committed in different circumstances, under the unforgivingeyes of others? How it would have felt? Contemplate deeply to win this drasticexperience in empathy. And even if you are a creature of will and few blunders,does our Islam induce us to walk with palms scarred with the stones that webelt people with? Does it induce us to live with a heart tinged with rage andcontempt? Think under the bleakness of a cold night. Heal from the inside andallow yourself to experience alternative beliefs.

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ιиѕριяє∂ вy: A book I am currently reading which entails a chapter about relapses and how susceptible any human can be to them

In that distorted mind

2011-12-20T12:06:00.000-08:00

Whatis it that lies in that distorted mind of mine? Will you ever know, will I evershow? Whetheryou are a scantily dressed Barbieperching on a dimply lit display or a nun with a lifelong devotion. In eithercase, you’re sexualized, a party girl hopping enticingly on the dance floor ofmy mind. Aslong as my perceptions remain concealed, you shall think of me as your princecharming.

Throughthe teachings of E-true Hollywood story and hardcore porn, I’ve come to see you asinferior; a one-time shot camera, an unrecyclable bottle. Nevertheless, nevercan I view you as dispensable. You’re a part of my happy equation: the tangiblebelonging that completes my very significant existence. Dress as you may for mymind shall distort severely to be the design program turning your vitreous appearanceinto an obscene one.

Arespectable girl once grumbled forlornly about how brutal our society hasbecome; about her rights to walk securely with no apprehensions regarding thenext harassment. Did she lose that brilliant mind of hers? And what ecstasywill young men obtain in leaving her wandering peacefully across the lands andstreets of our earth? She reminds them of their in-home sisters, with a gnawinghope that chivalry will dawn in their hearts only to find her words crashingagainst lifeless surfaces. She reminds them of Allah and his teachings only tofind denial speaking on their behalf. So, she strides with a head darting backand forth. Will the wolves haunt the deer? Will she live to die another day? Todie in her core, to longer believe that all of the creatures surrounding herare as wild and hungry as the frothing, teeth-jagged wolves? In her mind, thereare no butterflies, no eye-soothing puppies or kittens; they no longer exist.

It injures the core of real men and itwickedly entices the hearts of the ill to know that our reality is becomingmore prostituted each and every day. The consequences are horrific andheart-shattering. Exploitation of the heart, soul and body grew rampant andubiquitous. And those who are perceptually healthy and abstain from engaging inobscene jokes and relentless laughter win the label of the conservative, the shy,or the sexually ineligible. The media in general and the just-for-kickspornography watching in specific play a prominent role in unfavorablyredefining the understanding of sex and women in the minds of men, or moreprecisely in the minds of ‘’ males. ‘’ The porn industry is an evil one thattakes sex out of context to toss it onto the house floor, spreading the wordsex like fire in the corners of each

every mind.

Restoringperceptual integrity needs the assistance of a cleaner external environmentwhere the fact that sex sells is frowned upon. Men need to strain forredemption and women need to stop falling for the romantic blockbusters thatdictate sexual interpretations of beauty and charm. Whether it is stated asbluntly and in-your-face as it is by the Muslim brotherhood or implicitly andgently, the ‘’ the essence of Islam‘’ is the solution. It is disgraceful toknow that Muslims undermine the most important creature Allah has ever created.To know that we pray and adhere with a mental environment smeared with illpictures of porn and soft-core scenes. Isn’t it the time for us to rise vigorously, to fightour addictions and strain to tam that young power of ours to digress and lapse?

Ifyou have been wallowing willingly in the destructive pleasure of self-indulgencethen what you’ve missed is the pride, dignity, and self-respect that areinspired by being a human of commitment and values. And what makes it less frustratingis that regardless of how things worsen, it can invariably heal to promise acleaner and more securing tomorrow.

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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Our reality and a valuable phone conversation.

Hitting the bottom

2011-11-27T14:56:00.001-08:00

Iknew that I had to get up for work. I did not want to though. I felt filthy anddisgraced. I could not breathe well. My soul felt heavy as if it has beendipped into a pool of grease and oil. My body ached, disclosing its dire needfor further rest. '' WHYDID I MESS EVERYTHING UP WHILE CLEARLY KNOWING THE CONSEQUENCES,'' I screamedto myself. I pounded my fists against my lap and clenched my teeth in a tantrumof regret and sorrow. There was nothing to do though. I had to get up and pullon something fresh for work

The night before, I reached the rock bottom. Irelapsed, stayed up, ate heavily, and plunged into a sea that I have beenstraining to grow oblivious about. Yet somehow the melody of its crashing waveslured me, and under the heavy distress I was feeling, I felt willing to respondto the whispers of the heavenly shaped mermaids. I bluntly crossed all of thelimits I have willingly set for myself. I crashed down fast-first to shatterall the possibilities of maintaining a controlled life. I distanced from Allah,felt the yearning to lure a female, and defied the echoing inside of me.Somehow this night I fancied the intensity of sinning so boldly that I almostclamed divinity. I strode with my eyes shut to reach a place so dark anddistant that shrieks grow as unattended for as silence. This night, Iwillingly, pompously, and consciously hit the rock bottom.

As I shuffled down the street, feeling heavy andscattered, I staggered back and forth. I teared mildly amidst the rain. I feltbroken deep inside of me as if I have spiritually committed suicide. I feltstrangely indifferent. A whirl of conflicting emotions engulfed my senses,leaving me nothing but a sensual feeling of defeat. Something inside waspiquing me for seeking Allah's help but I shook my head with stifling anger. Ifelt at a severe loss of hope.

I made it to work. In almost a whisper, I greetedeverybody and tossed my heavy body onto the chair. I leaned forward to rest myface against the wooden desk. I felt fatigued physically and spiritually. Inthis precise moment I felt the terror. My job, the thing that I love the mosthas been affected by my most astonishing relapse. I swallowed hard at thepossibility of having the rest of my interests collapse right in front of myeyes because of how indecisive I am. In the few hours I spent at work, I feltalmost nothing. Blank. Nothing. I just sat there watching people come and go infront of me. I smothered my gnawing need for crying and passing out as hard asI could. I felt nauseous, sick of myself and of how much I have been trying tolive up to my standards yet in vain. What fueled my rage further is howsincerely I have been trying in the past few weeks. I felt angry at Allah becauseI sought his help with hearty prayers. I felt confused and in pain. Somehow, uncertaintystarted to impair my religious beliefs and that horrified me even more.

As my heart pulsed rather madly, I felt my breathingreaching agitating limits. My hands quivered steadily and I felt difficulty swallowing.Impulsively, I hoisted myself up and shakily requested to leave. As I got outfrom work, I had demonic thoughts rushing through that damaged mind of mind. Ifelt so defeated that I wanted to relapse even further. I wanted to go home,eat further, grow sleepless, strain myself, and wallow in the agony of my darkpast and lapse even further into the darkest manners. I felt so angry at Allahand myself in an unprecedented manner. And Frankly, I felt no fear.

Surprisingly, on my way back to home, I stumbledhardly upon a curb and I fell on my face. Pain shot beastly through my legs asmy screams pierced the already noisy street. A few minutes later, I was up onmy feet shrugging the dirt off. Even though the pain I felt from falling wasmore literal, it somehow got me out of my determined train of thoughts to goback home and further commit psychological suicide. At this moment, I did notknow if what happened was a blessing or a curse. I didn't give it much though.I further marched, feeling somehow more conscious, reconsidering and thinkingif I want to willingly relapse further. As my conscious thinking started toelevate in strength, it seemed self-destructive to me to sabotage the day furthermore simply because things have already crashed.

I made it home. And the battle resumed. Should I cavein the emotional rush? Should I worsen matters willingly? Should I covet themomentary joy of sinning? I bowed my head, disclosing my exhaustion. Yet,somehow I was feeling so drained that sleeping felt like the lust I shouldpursue. And I did sleep for hours. I did unplug every part of me. I pressed myright side intimately against the bed sheet like a scared little boy. I hidunder the thick blanket. I grew thoughtless under the sedating pleasure ofbeing sound asleep.

Afraid of losing myself in the world of the half-dead,I suddenly woke up, feeling truly bad. I knew that sleeping secured an escapefor a couple of hours but now it was time to face reality and decide onimportant matters. I staggered through the aisle to reach the couch. I satthere with my chin resting limply on my palms. I had no idea what to do or howto do it. Things just crashed and it was hard for me to tell from where shouldI start. Yet, somehow I knew deep inside of me that I had to try harder andlouder if I am to rise again. As I recalled the night before, I felt angerpermeating my existence. I got up, circling aimlessly around the room, pleadingfor a revelation. I knew that my main problem was being too apprehensive abouthurting others that I allowed them to hurt me. So, I took the necessary stepsto drastically terminate some consuming relationships. While sending a messageto this mischievous person, I felt the urge for bad-mouthing but I rememberedthat my aim is to heal and not to grow satisfied by watching others suffer. Iattempted to forgive and heal from the inside. My wish is to cause no harm forI am not an abuser. As I took this step, I felt hope knocking on that wornout heart of mine. Additionally, I flipped through the pages of a self-helpbook that I had, exposing the stories of those who fell terribly yet rose toachieve the best they can achieve. Somehow, I felt willing to resort to any andeverything except Allah. As dark as this sounds, it described how intense Ifelt.

Ifelt calmer as time went by. I came to think of my next steps. I decided onmany things. I had no idea whether this is going to be '' another attempt '' or'' the one and final attempt. '' I did not try to think extensively about thatfor this is no use in doing so but the possibility of growing more hopeless.

Eventhough I persistently defied any urge to seek Allah's help, I knew that it wasplainly hideous. It is just that I felt enraged and it is hard to thinkstraight when you're flooded by negative emotions. Nonetheless, while I wassurfing the internet for an article regarding healing, I came across a comment,quoting versatile verses from the Qur'an regarding Allah's mercy and hismagnificent ability to heal and bestow forgiveness upon the souls of the mostdeviant and relentless sinners the earth can host. I felt like crying. I shook.I felt vulnerable and naked. I know that Allah could never leave a human whoasks for help helpless but sometimes we do not endeavor sincerely enough togain redemption in return.

Irecalled when I stumbled upon the curb and thought of it as an unusual thing.Maybe Allah did not want to see his helpless creature suffer further, I thoughtto myself. Maybe Allah loves me and wishes me to be a fighter with a spiritmade of iron. I looked up and called his name. I sobbed and sobbed. I felt myburdens oozing out of my skin as I sobbed loudly. I sighed long enough to feelbetter. I tilted my head backwards, leaned against the chair, and shut my eyes.I felt like a wrestler who has won his battle yet by paying an exorbitantprice.

Feelingthe shame of willingly abstaining from Allah, I went to the bathroom toundertake ablution. I tried my best to make it a thorough process in which Ienvisioned the water streaming down my skin to be the eraser of my sins. So, I scrubbeddiligently as if I am redeeming my soul. After finishing, I stood theredrenched with beads of warm-to-hot water. I eyed myself in the mirror andexhaled in relief. Further, I recalledAllah's name and testified to his oneness and existed the bathroom. I prayedthoroughly as if I am experiencing Yoga. I took my time, cleared my mind, andclung to the hope of a better tomorrow. I finished and perched on the groundfor a few minutes, making promises, vowing to take it easy and lose theepidemic of perfectionism. I do not claim myself to be more sincere this timebut I vowed to take my attempts deeper into religious, emotional, and mentalproportions.

Eventhough I felt the emotional trauma of painfully hitting the rock bottom andfeeling the jeopardy of having my life prone to the perfect collapse, I thinkthat I woke up. I only think and I hope that I am not being delusional. Thiscollapse intrigued me to share my experience with you as I believe in theinvaluable power of words. I am a creature of sins and blunders but I am apersistent fighter who will realize life balance and spiritual clarity onetime. I do not know if I will no longer trespass on my boundaries but oneshould only hope for the best, underscoring the significance of taking stepsand never disregarding the power of having Allah on your side.

Thepower of failure is in rising stronger. Those who break through to later conveytheir battles inspire the world to rise to the challenge of being humans whoseek righteousness

and goodness. May Allah aid us all.

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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Hitting the rock bottom

The daunted party crasher

2011-10-09T14:07:00.000-07:00

My palms are limply sprawling upon my cheaply manufactured keyboard. Ifeel insecure and frightened. My eyes are attentively fixed on the blank pageof my unoriginal Microsoft word. My heart is aching. I can sense gnawingcontractions deep beneath that unchanging skin color of mine. I am scared. I amscared of death.

My breathing grows shallow as I vividly recallthe death of those whom I cared about. I clear my throat with a quiver in thepresence of death memories. Here I am alive provided that I do not stopbreathing. And when will I unwillingly abstain? Allah only knows. I ask Allahfor a graceful closure as I weep like infants haunted by a vintage horrormovie. I ask Allah for mercy for it is his justice that can send me to hell inan overnight, FedEx-like manner. I have pompously sunk in the reeking waters ofsins for far too long. Denial served my sins like a homemade meal tinged withpoison, delivered by a mischievous housewife seeking revenge. I sometimeswonder how Allah will have treated me if my soul was taken in a diligent momentof sinful planning. In an airless, silent night, I only ask Allah if he thinksfavorably of me. Am I as good as my ego claims? Am I as good as the complimentslavished upon me by the respectable people I am familiar with? How unfortunatewill it be to live with a perceptual delusion dictating comfort upon yourspirit while otherwise should be felt.

My tooth sinks mildly into my lower lip as Irecall my most daring sins. I tightly close my eyes as an innate escape fromthe horror of what seeps into my mind. Oh, Allah please forgive me for I havenever been insistent on sinning. Disregard my weakness as it sometimes becomesthe clumsy expression of my repressed frustration. I never meant to harm nordid I mean to break. Bestow your blessings upon my future and guide me to thesoundest decisions. No honor should be claimed in any achievement prior to aprayer of gratitude to what you have given me. I fear you and wish for this fearto justify the graceful closure that I am heartily yearning for.

A colorless chuckle appears upon my face in theclimax of my most sincere prayers. It is because I fear breaking anotherpromise after a wishful prayer for forgiveness and mercy. It makes life seemsarcastic how fluctuating our mindsets and spiritual moods are. I believe that your mercy is mandatory as it is our imperfections that cannot be processedwith mercy-free justice. Nevertheless, it scares me to know that I may bebelieving in a soothing fantasy and it is denial whispering thickly into myears.

Yet, in the bleakest moments of fear, your holy verses gush through the backdoor of my mind. My insecurity trails off as Icome to seal my prayers and indulge further more in the validated affairs oflife. I know that perfection resides only in the beautiful minds of ours andthat diligent attempts are what we should undertake on a daily basis. If onlywe were sincere and hearty in our attempts, the hardest obstacles would bedispelled. I do love Islam as it is the soundest philosophy on earth. Living itby the heart is a boon bestowed only upon the elite. Even though my actionscome nothing close to speaking confidently about religiosity, yet I remainpersistent on displaying my love towards Islam and my faith in the mercy of mycreator.

The remembrance of death steers the hearts ofthe righteous. It is unprocessed by those who befriended denial and pride eversince their birth. The remembrance of the daunted party crasher rectifies ourbehaviors as it is inevitable for us to deviate into dreadful side roads.

I pray Allah to forgive all mankind. Nobody canwithstand a split-second spent in torture. I pray him to guide our hearts andnever leave us unshielded in face of the ultimate cultural war. Please Allahaccept our prayers and gift us the honor of adequately representing Islam.

I ask you to pray for me. This post is intendedfor those who care the least about me and are willing to invest countableseconds asking Allah to gift me the graceful closure I am wishing for. Thankyou.

The truth about supermen and wonder-women

2011-10-02T16:02:00.000-07:00

The clouds are ill of bestowing shades uponsinful lovers and lustful encounters. Real men are withering under the heat ofa whims-led universe. During the climax of the most idle sleep of humans, earthcomplains weakly

to its sacred creator.

'' Oh, Allah; you have created me for men withpurpose to tread upon my surfaces; for the virteous and the good-hearted totravel freely within my rooms; for those with passion and will to mount thegreatest creations upon my grounds. You've gifted my nights the silence forthose who yearn to wishfully pray;you've crowned the creatures that I harbor under my skies with the mostmeaningful designs. You gifted humans amajestic gallery of beauty, tactfulness and inspiration yet they found theirpleasures in smearing me with clammy, tasteless colors.

I speak forlornly to you as it is the actionsof men that became obscene. Upon my grounds, mindless men await in the shadowsto haunt the flesh of young, beautifully shaped females. A world of insecurityhas been purposefully designed by mean-hearted, worthless humans. Noble mengrew disheartened in the face of what they encounter.

I am an earth of compassion, and I do wish tostroke the hairs and pat the shoulders of those who sob from the cruelty of themindless crowds. Oh, Allah, you forged me to foster humans of goodness andpurity. Yet, my skies report otherwise. ''

Realmen are those who have the ability to lure, charm, and enchant yet theywillingly refain. Real men are noble and do not prospect for pleasure in thewounds of others; they're considerate and spend their nights indulged in thebitterness of self-scolding. Real men treat women with respect. They recalltheir mothers and sisters when the devil's whispers vie for mastrey. Real menare vigorous in their souls and spirits; they're decisive in situations ofnecessity and gentle and mild in moments of empathy and emotional worth. Theydo not claim manhood in the manifestation of physical power. They understandthat strength is in the choice of righteousness over wrongfulness; it isimplicit in refraining from doing the easy things that require nothing buteffortlessly sliding down a slope of whims.

Abrightly white, dotless page may be regarded as the perfect choice. Yet,sometimes, a paper that has been streaked with inky lines of blue may be abetter choice if you looked with depth. It is because those who sin and smearyet repent and endeavor to erase are far more glorious than those who neverwallowed into the dirt-drenched pools of darkness. And our world does not needbrightly white, sinless humans. But hearts that have been smeared yet rubbeddiligently for deletion of past mistakes.

Realmen are not perfect for perfection is nothing but a theoretical fantasy. Yet,their guilt precedes the pleasure of the sins they commit. They spend theirlives resilient in the face of an ever-renewable tidal current. Real men have apassion for growth and learning; they find comfort in the power of dreams andthe enthusiasm it ignites. They are not haunted by the commercial realizationsof manhood that aim at squeezing their pockets for money. When real men doexist, real women find security in disarming their defenses and enjoyingthe comfort that a late night walk can cast.

Ourworld is deficient in men and the glory that their gestures create. To thedismay of the good-hearted, women have been dearly affected by a hype that aimat associating their worth by the extent of their physical exposure. And maleswho failed to earn the honor of being men, vowed to spend their lives in thepursuit of those who fall for a sweetened sea of words. Real men pray heartilyfor marrying genuine women; women whose beauty goes deeper than their skins tocolor every aspect of their existence. All due respect to those who battletirelessly to rise above the challenge and turn into creatures of worth andvalue.

Earthis pleading for the return of supermen and wondermen. Those whose superpowerslie in their ability to adhere to behaviors deemed ancient and conservative. Nolonger do we need those who plagiarize and mimic heroes for the purpose ofwinning the hearts of women, but those who adhere and commit for the purpose of

earning Allah's mercy and the respect and worth of themselves.

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ιиѕριяє∂ вy: Diligent attempts to embrace true definition of manhood.

The decisions that we make

2011-08-30T18:36:00.000-07:00

I feel drained; my breathing grows shallower and louder as I sink into a troubling world of consciousness; though I confidently believe in my right to sin and, in turn, learn and grow insightful, I fail to spare myself the chastisement I bestow upon my limp soul. I know that our decisions shape our lives; ranging from decisions as simple as hopping off a comfortable couch to help your baby sister/brother get the highly shelved teddy bear to undertaking the trouble of waking up in the middle of an almost lustful sleep to pray el-Fajr and take your transparency and serenity to a whole new level. I know how wrong I’ve been and still am. I am surprisingly mindful of my flaws. And what differentiates between a fighter and the deficient in strength is the ability to build sound decisions upon moments of honesty and consciousness. So, I guess I am yet to be dubbed as a fighter, only as an excessively conscious human being for the moment.

I sat across people scarred with wrinkles and furrows. And, surprisingly, they do not seem to be the result of aging, but the result of worn up spirits; spirits that have wallowed far too excessively in pools of cravings and misleading impulses. Deep inside of me, they scare me and I pray with all my incomplete strength to never make decisions that can shove me onto an unrecognized path of darkness and unfortunate ends. I pray to lead a sound life; to not be a troubling representation of Islam or life in general. I pray to not lose the gift of listening, to not pace blinded and biased to my thoughts and perceptions. I pray to be the quietest when loudness hurt, the most cheerful when scowls become the leading free-of-charge facial expression, the kindest and least selfish when darkness sponsors life. I pray to be better, to be more of the heart-warming and less of the heart-breaking.

Our ability as humans to be friends with denial staggers me. Problems infest our lives and we hover around them like a bird frightened to come face-to-face with a potential enemy. We leave our muddy trails on the paths we tread upon; rarely do we care to turn back and clean our pasts by a tactful decision taken within the present. So, it remains true that our decisions shape us.

I've received 52 wake up calls during times of rest, and I have not been able to summon the courage for responding so far. 52 wake up calls to pray el-Fajr by a valuable person. 52 missed calls observed in the afternoon instead of the early morning. 52 lip bites and inner scolding; 52 failures to respond. I speak of logic eloquently and then sanction myself to flirt with irrationality. It disgusts me how I usually satisfy my need for being logical solely by the act of speaking which comes at no heavy price. When my defenses are down and my denial is sound asleep, I find myself starring at a distorted reflection, mainly worn out by an overly exploited definition of vulnerability. For many, including myself, being human becomes the green light to acting like a mindless animal as it is believed that our weaknesses are far too deep and ancient to be fought. And that is why I stumble upon faces that are pale and frayed, depleted by the long visits that have been paid to darkness.

Each day, I am faced with an array of choices, and the badest are usually the most lustrous and tempting. In an era of youth and eloquency in speech, capturing the young hearts seem easy. Yet, the memory of my sister haunts me; the memory of my mother and how I wish for those whom I love to remain spared from the mischief a guy can inflect upon a girl never leaves me. I swallow hard at the possibility of having Allah paying me back in the ugliest ways. And Allah knows how do I strenueously try to make good and promising decisions. Though people call me a perfectionist, I fail to understand whether it is a blessing or a curse. I've deeply wounded before and I have been praying ever since for forgiveness. I've made very bad decisiosns throughout my life, and I have their side effects running deep under my skin where the pain is implicit and invisible to others.

The power of our decisions lies within what inspires them; wether they're inspired by wisdom and sobriety or cravings and whims. By observing the pattern of decisions taken by one individual, you can predict what the future holds for him/her. And it is because that Allah rewards those who treat life with intelligence. I wish to choose my life partner according to measures of modesty, internal beauty, kindness, morality, and sobriety and not according to measures that have its roots dug deep in lust, cravings and impulses. I wish to never regret taking decisions that have the marvelous ability to cast havoc upon the future. I wish to value the presence of the ones who matter and never pursue valueless creatures in response to the demands of my lust.

Every decision counts; another coin tossed into a deep fountain. Beware for it is rust that you harvest when rust is what you deposit. What goes around comes around. Never disregard the hurt that your recklessness can inject into the hearts of people to not have them later disregard the hurt that they recklessly injected into you. Pray for pureness. Attempt with all your might to help your prayers go beyond moves that are subconsciously regonized to grow to be a better human being who has the conscious ability of making fruitful and rewarding decisions.

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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Heavy thinking and analysis of my life and my decision

Just when you thought you were safe

2011-07-31T21:46:00.000-07:00

2 months ago, I experienced a wakeup call; I had devastating problemsinfesting my life that I broke down rather pathetically. For 2 complete months,I managed to maintain emotional sobriety and an ability to make sound decisionsthat drove my life to the sweetest destinations, Thanks to Allah. I came torealize the pleasure of life-balance and self-respect that cannot possibly beoutdone. I have always been conscious about the importance of being aresponsible individual, carefully thinking about his initiatives long beforetaking them. And for 2 complete months, life made a pleasing sense, until Icame this close to getting shattered all over again; to turning around andhopping all the way back to square one.

My emotional attachment to certain behaviors and memories grew extensiveand overriding. It was a very stressful day and I panicked as a result ofhaving my day getting out of control. I felt my breathing growing frantic. Atorrent of unwanted memories rushed aggressively into my mind. And what I havebeen fearing arrived; I felt indifferent and lost sense of the satisfactionthat I have been wallowing in for the past 2 months.

As a last refuge, I resorted to what I call: my sobriety notebook. It isa note book in which I list all the reasons that should assist me in abstainingfrom an action. For instance, the subject can be: Why should I no longercontact (X): 1: A desire to not emotionally attach her, 2: It goes against myappreciation of Women, etc. I grabbed the notebook rather limply and started toreiterate the statements out loud, attempting to summon the power of myconscious thinking, thus enabling it to outperform the authority of myemotional brain. It is because most of our unwise decisions are inspired byemotional influences that belittle our ability to be objective and focused.

Reading this helped me but only a bit. I felt more oriented and startedto undertake an ERP practice (1). An ERP practice was suggested by a former sexaddict who attended recovery programs and learned about a practice that basicallyentail 3 steps: breathing, positive statements and shifting attention. When weexperience stress, panic, sexual arousal, etc. we experience physiologicalchanges that are unchangeable at the moment such as dilation of pupils,increased heart pulse and a shallower rate of breathing. The only symptom thattolerates intervention is breathing. You can inhale and exhale rather slowly,forcing the transmission of positive signals to your brain, reassuring it andregaining a sense of control. And when you do work on your breathing, you cansignificantly lower your current level of stress, panic, sexual arousal, etc.What follows is a reiteration of positive statements that I personally keep inmy little sobriety note book. Reading statements out loud addresses yourcognitive thinking, thereby spoon-feeding it. Your inside voices are on theside of your emotional attachment to behaviors, whereas statements that youwrite consciously with the intention of being honest and sober, address theprimate brain which is entirely responsible for the level of our consciousness.

When I started getting more unattached to the yearning I felt earlieryesterday, I felt quite ashamed. I read a research (2) on compulsive behaviorsthat argues that some people are stress-reactive. Meaning, they tend to find aninability to face reality in excessively stressful situation, and as a result,they resort to self-medicating actions such as wallowing in an addictivepractice such as porn watching, restarting former relationships that used toconsume with the purpose of deriving emotional pleasure, sleeping, etc. Somepeople do not experience compulsivity in any behavior by nature. However, whenfaced with a stressful situation, their ability to internally pacify theirapprehensions is deficient enough to ensure running scared, seeking emotionalnumbness in any transitory practice.

As I understood earlier yesterday that I was at a vulnerable moment, Iimmediately decided to go jogging to give no room for further apprehensions tocause me a relapse. Vulnerable times arrive as a result of anxiety, stress,boredom, emptiness, depression, etc. They make us more prone to committingpractices that jeopardize a healthy understanding of who we are. Theirfrequency of occurring depends upon your life, how it is managed, the number ofactivities you undertake, etc. I organized my life in a manner that iscounterproductive to having a lot of vulnerable moments. However, they areinevitable. So, the solution is not only to attempt to eliminate them, butrather to learn how to have enough strategies to make them ineffective such ashaving your own sobriety book, maintaining a relationship with somebody who hadpreviously experienced your problem and achieved recovery, practicing ERP, etc.

Thanks to Allah, I did not relapse and I decided to share my experienceso it can provide insights to those who are attempting to maintain control overtheir lives. It is very important to understand that curing completely from anyproblem is not realistic. You can gethealed that is ensured, yet you should never lower your defenses, presuming thatyou are off the hook, because this is when the ugliest creatures prey upon yourflesh. Most of the people who relapse go like this, '' I have been off for 92days! What the heck was I thinking; I ruined everything!'' What is worthy ofattention here is the number of days. Usually a relapse is caused by anexcessive focus on the number of days spent clean from a destructive practicewhich sometimes justify our willingness to go back to places that weconsciously deem dark; because you relate the number of days or the elongationof the period to the disappearance of behavioristic problems. Beware; this is amean trick our emotional brains play on us.

We are humans; disregarding that consumes utterly. However, dramatizingthe premise of vulnerability in our creation may justify rather exponentially.Setbacks can take place. Would you like for a setback to arrive early in themorning at your front door? No! Will that ensure its absence? No. The best lifestrategy is to keep on digging in the soft sands. Sometimes we fall in deeppits. We hurt our knees. We shriek in pain to only realize that we are on adeserted island. We attempt to climb back to the surface only to realize howsoft the sands are. Inevitability of death in such moments seems immutable.However, those with the faith in survival
keep digging till they stumble upon acrutch hidden meanly beneath the soft surfaces.

I believe that heroes are those who you may have met long ago and feltsorry for. They had problems and they sure did appear miserable and worthless.You went back home to forget all about their contribution to life, only to hearyears later about their glorious battles against their problems and how theyrealized greatness out of them. The greatest books are written by those whopaid darkness long visits. And I respect people with a passion for defyingproblems. I did have problems and I still do, and I intend on healing furthermore to find the keys to growth and serenity and share them with the entireuniverse.

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References:

(1):

http://www.feedtherightwolf.org/2010/11/how-to-handle-triggers-or-mini-erp.html

http://www.feedtherightwolf.org/2010/11/how-to-use-erp-properly-change-your.html

(2):
http://sash-list.net/cooper-internetsex.pdf

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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Experiencing a close encounter with a relapse and, thankfully, avoiding it.

Insecurities are for whores

2011-07-16T13:27:00.001-07:00

What happens when you pour water down a crackedcup? It leaks, doesn't it? Regardless of how continuously you fill it, it willnever hold the water inside, because its rate of leakage is considerably fasterthan your rate of pouring. Typically, this rationale applies to individualswith insecurities. Regardless of how intensely you support them, they will keepyearning for more immediately. Low self-esteems and insecurities turn us intocracked cups; we become in a renewable need for approval and acceptance fromothers as we

fail to accept ourselves from an internal perspective.

Unfortunately, insecurities become a widespreadcommodity, affecting our understanding of who we are and helping us becomeemotionally dependent on others to irritating extents. Our world todaysucceeded in allowing our emotional brains take over our cognitive thinking,thus making us helpless in the face of the things that we desire the most.Consider your behaviors, how desperate you may be for a Facebook review, atwitter update, an early morning email check, an outing, uploading a YouTubevideo, buying exorbitant outfits, etc. These behaviors reflect being emotionallydependent on sources that are external. And the major drawback of emotionaldependence on external sources of self-reassurance is the fact that they arenot '' always around.'' In a lonely night where silence and squeaking cricketsare the main sponsors, all you really have is an internal understanding of whoyou're. And if that isn't healthy and sufficient, insecurities become the soulforce of pain hurting your self-acceptance.

Our brains consist of 3 layers: the reptilianbrain, the emotional brain, and the primate brain. The first layer, thereptilian brain, is responsible for the pre-programmed responses such ashunger, need for mating, etc. while the emotional brain is responsible forattaching pleasure and pain to our habitual practices. This model was proposedby Dr. Paul MacLean in the 1950s, arguing that our brains consist of 3 layerswith different functions. This model is featured on the following website: www.feedtherightwolf.org. It is a part of a recovery course regardingpornography addiction, because pornography is entirely dependent on our reptilianand emotional brains. I strongly recommend this course even to the ones who arenot addicted to pornography, because it gives the reader a comprehensiveunderstanding of how our brain works, thus providing insights with regard tobeing a more sober, and in-control individual.

Most of our addictive practices that contributeto our insecurities are inspired by how gratifying we perceive certain actionsto be, thus finding great distress in fighting them. In a model featured in therecovery course, called the A-B-C-D-E model: Activating event, belief,consequence, dispute, and exercise, the writer argues that the 1^st 3stages are automatic and enjoy a subconscious nature. For instance, you sawsomebody who's laughing while looking at you- an activating event-, so youautomatically presumed that he's laughing at you-belief-, and then you startedto experience feelings of discomfort and frustration-consequence. Our beliefsabout the activating events are affected dearly by an understanding of who weare. These understandings are responsible for forming the perceptions thatdecide how we perceive the world. Simply because we don't see the world as itis. Rather, we see it as it isn't. The world's greatest marketers stated thatmarketing is a battle of perceptions not products, and so is everything else-22 immutable laws of marketing by Jack Trout & Al Ries, 4^th law,law of perceptions.

The key to enhancing a healthy self-image isgiving greater space to our cognitive thinking to organize our lives. A simplepractice that I undertake on a daily basis to gain more self-control is termed,'' delaying gratification.'' It is the practice of intently postponing the actsthat are associated with satisfaction and comfort in order to strengthen theauthority of my cognitive thinking over my emotional attachment to certainbehaviors. For instance, I check my Facebook account and email one time a dayfor a duration not longer than 10 minutes, I jog in places that are crowded inorder to diminish the significance of people's views on my actions, and I askmyself one question before stepping into actions that require confidence: isthere's something wrong about what I am aiming to do? If the answer is no, thenI realize that the obstacles are mental and mainly inspired by insecurities ordramatization of people's attention.

In order to fight your fears and insecurities,you have to practice conscious thinking quite extensively. The fourth stage inthe A-B-C-D-E model is termed '' dispute,'' which is the act of evaluating yourreactions and trying to defy them. Practice dispute every time you experienceinsecure reactions. Create a schedule and divide it into 3 columns: problematicaction, warning signs that your conscious thinking is in danger, and rewardsyou get as a result of eliminating the problematic behaviors. This solution wassuggested to pornography addicts to give their primate brains greater authorityover their emotional brains. Yet, it works out just fine with any problem thatis characterized by loss of self-control.

Psychological pains are far more consuming anyother sort of pain. Insecurities are usually inspired by actions that undermineour humanity; sexual intercourses, pornography, shameful secrets, etc. Eventhough the philosophy of overriding self-control is excessively restrictive andtough, it inspires remarkable feeling of self-appreciation and poise. You nolonger feel the urge to repetitively check yourself in the mirror, because theimage residing inside your mind of who you are earns the beauty of the wholeworld.

A guide that can help individuals, specificallymales with retaining the integrity of their sexual urge control systems, thusregaining generic self-control and confidence is a set of videos published by aremarkable person called Zeyad Ramadan on his website: www.purifyyourgaze.com. I highly recommend watching them.They give eye-opening insights that help you understand yourself morehelpfully. They help you attain more
control of your sexual urges, therebylending more space to your conscious thinking to lead your life.

Attaining emotional independence is beyond allthe amazing things this universe can offer. Feeling no crying urge for havingthe world as your sympathetic audience is truly purifying. You get ample timeto reconsider your former actions. You exhale all the bad perceptions andbeliefs. You gain more focus and self-respect. You reallocate your energy anddirect them towards valuable family members and those who truly deserve. Youfeel good and it shows in the calmness of your face. Insecurities are drainingand no action regardless of how pleasing it may seem is worth committing if itbreeds insecurities.

If you pay attention to who you are and feedyour inner image, you help it grow stronger and more assisting. When you feedthe wrong mouths; the mouths of those who you aspire to belong to, you keepyour understanding of who you're starving till the point of severe deformationand limpness. Insecurities are not meant for the dreamers, the passionate, orthe distinct; insecurities were designed to inflect immortal pain upon
thesouls of whores who mad the world a darker place than it already is
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I uploaded two of Zeyad's sexual urge control system free videos on the following link : http://www.mediafire.com/?bhz6qx6n40w1tfc

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ιиѕριяє∂ вy: Experiencing former insecurities and pains and overcoming them and realizing recovery

A dreamful mind

2011-05-05T17:40:00.000-07:00

Somethings overwhelm the potential of words to express; they disarm the ability ofthe most eloquent to craft spectacular images through tactfully chosen words.Some things add an unusual appeal to life; some things create a stern love forwaking up the next morning, for deeply wishing that the next inhale would betaken for granted. I've seen and feltthese things; I've come this close to tasting the beauty of these…things.

''I know that I don't look that good. I know that i don't usually behavelike I should. A lot look down onmy efforts, I sure know that. But there's one thing that sets me apart. There'sthis one '' thing '' that forces the birth of kind self-reflections; it's thedreams that I am insistent on realizing. Don't you think that I am not mindfulof the downbeat moments waiting for me; don't you think that I am not mindfulof the exorbitant prices that I will have to pay to earn the success that Iwant to seize like how an infant earns a mid-day snake after long whiles ofindignant kicking and screaming,'' said Islam passionately, sincerely, andgrimly.

Islamis a colleague. He once told me that I was the reason that gave him theultimate push for undertaking efforts for self-improvement, and for that I amutterly thankful. Currently, he's undertaking extensive efforts forcomprehensive development. Like me, he's a student at the faculty of commerce,English section, kafr el-sheikh University, which happens to be an epic failurein the stained history of the Egyptian, governmental education. Islam felt theurge for signifying his professional value by seeking proper education. He enduredthe troublesome criticism of those who view college to be the holy and solesource of knowledge. He felt keen on improving his crude English and foundgreat pleasure in dreaming big every night before slumping into sound sleep.

Ionly write when I feel inspired. It's 2:40 am and I have an exam tomorrow. I amstaying at a hotel enjoying the possession of wrecked facilities. Mosquitoesdeclared a frantic war on my flesh. The air conditioner is broken and it'sstiflingly hot and clammy. So, I obviously should not be perching a laptop thatis venting heat from beneath and writing this in a confined, dimly lit room.But I could not resist writing down how influenced I have been by Islam'srobust passion for success. He proficiently represents the resilience of thehuman spirit, and he could not care less about what everybody around himthinks. Being a resident in kafr el-sheikh is making it quite harder due to thepainful absence in the culture of self-development in this state. Stereotypesand patterned thinking is draining his renewable energy. Yet, he finds great lustin constantly defying. When he talks, he colors his words by the bright crayonsof optimism and persistence. He's the reason why I've felt one of thoseindescribable '' things '' that can be clearly felt yet hardly conveyed.

There's''something'' about being a dreamer; it makes a person a mobile source ofinfluence and inspiration. It makes life worth clingingto. It gives you a healthy reason to crave the next sunrise. It plants in you aprofound addiction for learning ceaselessly. It sets you apart. It makes you amockery, and in being a mockery the believers find great pleasure as they knowthat it is one of the prices that has to be willingly paid. It solidifies yourspirit. It provokes the idle to detest your presence. It gives you a reason toalways yearn for something in the horizons. It turns you into an insurmountablefree spirit wandering intently in a path carpeted with obstacles and downbeatsensations.

Humans are surprising creatures; they candeliver startling performances when they're psychologically secured andappreciated, and they can pose as indifferent, careless individuals whenthey're poorly managed. Islam usually scores '' A(s) '' at the AUC-he's takinga marketing diploma there. He has been told that he has admirable capabilitiesand that he is expected to have a promising future. On the contrary, Islamflunked in more than one subject back at his college. That leaves me to wonderwhy. Is it his fault or the fault of those who turned college education into anexcessively mundane and disinteresting concept? If Islam found utmost delightin working hard because he feels appreciated and supported, does it mean thathe has the right to flunk because he's receiving an otherwise treatment back athis glorious college? Well, from a personal point of view, yes. Dreamers or anyof those who are ambitious and wild in their goals seem to develop a commitmentto the paths that intrigue them and ignite in them a love for success. To mydismay, the failure to manage the most precious asset which happens to behumans gives the full right for the poorly managed to underperform.

Life loses its edge when you seem to be livingsimply because you've to. Craving the yet-to-come, as I stated earlier, givesit a custom-made appeal. Of course, restrictions and old-fashioned patterns ofanalyzing and thinking will always get in your way. It's rather inevitable. Itseems to be a universal law for whoever is ambitious to get tested forresilience and stamina. You may get crippled by the closet people in your life.You may receive no support whatsoever for the unfamiliar attempts forself-improvement that you're undertaking. You've to always remember that ittakes a lot to seize a highly shelved jewelry; you've to jump real high, andsometimes tumbling painfully on a rubbery knee is the result. If you truly wantto sculpture a remarkable future then you have to go through a rather hecticstream that imposes passion, energy, faith, confidence, and resilience.

Inflect justice upon your spirit by gifting itthe ecstasy of achieving continuously. There's nothing in this tactfullycreated universe that equates the beauty of being a poised, potent individualwith a refined ability to say '' no '' to what is draining and consuming;there's nothing more healing than having a righteous self-reflection. Thepleasure of looking at yourself in the mirror and eying a handsome-looking figureinstead of a disfigured and drained one is unequaled. Having respect foryourself is purifying. Choosing to not engage in relationships created on thebasis of ulterior intents makes you different. Respecting others, choosing tonot undertake the things that oppose your inner beliefs, giving no head to thevalueless mockeries makes you a human being performing with excellence.

Dream with all your might. Be who you're withno regard to the yearnings of everybody else to pursue the possession of idealistic,photoshopped characters. Find serenity and peace in solitary meditation in themiddle of a silent, bleak night. And always remember that the greatness ofrealizing success will genially oblige you to forget about all the bothersomemoments that you've ever experienced.

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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Meeting up with the colleague that inspired this, and being a dreamer myself.

A built-in scare

2011-04-27T14:38:00.000-07:00

He came storming into my room.

''I-I saw a MONSTER!'' he screeched shakily.

Iwas sprawling comfortably on my bed, reading a soothing book, enjoying the steadyinfluxes of cool air,

pouring out of the air conditioner.

''A Monster?! Okay!'' I replied, rather sarcastically. "Spare me yourobnoxious tricks, Omar; I've had

enough,'' I scolded with exasperation. '' You keep telling me the weirdest things.''

'' You really need to come. You really need to see him. He looks sougly, so horrifying,'' he whispered solemnly.

I hopped off the bed in anger.

'' Ah, again! WHERE IS HE? WHERE'S THE MONSTER,OMAR!?'' I shrieked in stifling anger.

He reluctantly raised a hand. He pointed tohimself in the mirror, his expression tight with fear. '' He's me,

Muhammad. Myreflection, star thoroughly,'' he whispered feebly

I staredand stared. I squinted. I craned my neck. I tilted my head. He sounded so grim,so serious and scared. But I saw nothing. I only saw a reflection of a veryhandsome-looking young man. ' ' '

I sighed and crossed my arms in front of mychest, expressing my frustration with his constant calls.

'' Muhammad, I see a very ugly me whenever Ilook into mirrors. I see shaky hands when people tell me it's steady. I feel weakeven though they don't notice,'' Omar trotted out.

I didn't clearly get what he's trying tocommunicate to me. But, for a moment, I sensed that Omar is being honest. Heseems to be really seeing ugly reflections of beautiful figures. He saw it butI did not. I saw him according to my perceptions of him. The matter seems todiffer for him though.

'' Omar,'' I called genially, '' What's wrong. What's theircoating your eyes, forcing you to disfigure your reflections?''.

He bent his head forward. It seemed as if itweighed a thousand pounds. I could easily tell that he's at unease. He seemedvulnerable. He seemed to own a version of him that nobody did. They all seemedto think kindly and positively of him. But Omar's reflection of himself seemedto be tinged with streaks of depression and feebleness.

'' I think I know why you're seeing eeriereflections, Omar. I can cure you. I think I can,'' I told him, sounding

earnest and certain.

His eyes widened. He raised his burdened headand fastened his eyes at me, looking so confused.

'' First, I need you to help me understand moreclearly. How are you feeling? What do you exactly see, Omar?'' I asked himcalmly.

'' It's me that I see. It's different from whatthey claim they eye. It's me that I see yet it seems that my eyes color me withthe darkest crayons of all. I've asked strangers before on how to see a morebeautiful me. They recommended expensive colognes and expensive clothing. Ibought and bought. I felt addictions standing in for the blood that used toflow. Now all I see are monsters, angry monsters that act like water vaporcaking wide mirrors, disallowing me from seeing me. Now, after I've asked thewrong people, I can't help but resorting to you, Muhammad, telling you that Isee ugly people staring menacingly back at me. These monsters are threateningmy well-being. I need them out of mylife, but, please, don't tell me to reach out for my back pocket, get my walletout, and pay you money to offer me better reflections. They have done this to me,and I've ran out of money, Muhammad. Does it really require money to scare uglyreflections away?'' Omar confided.

His words were sincere. Omar sees monstrousreflections. Maybe they're not real monsters, but they sure do have the sameeffect on a bruised soul. They frighten and alienate. They caused him to pickup speed whenever passing by bathrooms or long aisles with wide mirrors. Afailure to comply, ideal expectations, or constant pursuits to reachingabandoned places, called happiness by deceptive people can create forlornmonsters staring back at you.

'' Omar, I will certainly help you with this.It hurts me to see monsters and ugly reflections scaring you away. It doesn'trequire money, Omar. Whoever told you that is the real monster that should behurled from high windows. It requires you to change. It requires you to takesome conclusive decisions to heal yourself,'' I advised wisely, with my handsresting lightly on his slender shoulders.

Omar didnot buy the magic book to scaring away monsters. He did not pay visits togrey-haired witches. Omar simply had a chit-chat with his spirit, the oneresponsible for the gruesome breeding of the scary reflections. He listenedcarefully to what it needs. It seemed hard, harder than reaching out for moneyand excitedly paying it to deceptive, lusty vendors. His mashed, bruised soulneeded new blankets made of self-esteem. It urged him to say and do, developwillingness to doing something and realize it. His repressed soul asked him toaspire and achieve. It asked him to abstain from justifying; it helps monstrousreflections to grow faster and scarier.

Now thatOmar knew, he no longer will burst into my room and disrupt the joy of reading.Now that Omar knew, I can expect no more pleads for checking out fictionalmonsters. Now that Omar knew, I know that sometimes we create our own monsters.

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Inspired by: Being mindful of my own monstrous self-image

Unintended damage

2011-04-25T10:38:00.000-07:00

Beware of the silently back-seated duringreckless conversations. Beware of youngsters leaning forward in admiration,perpetuating what escapes your lips. Beware of the less immune to negativityand how your piercing words can impair them. Be mindful of the unintendeddamage that carves ever-increasing setbacks.

The connotations hurt. Usually, the damageincluded is signaled unintentionally. Nonetheless, this is not always the case.A narration of events fostered by darkness inspires disappointment and agrowing sense of pointlessness. A simple telling of how cruel you perceivereality according to righteous facts can kill a flourishing hope for a betterworld. In spite of the society's inability to deem this doing of great damageas sinful, it's more hideous and sabotaging than killing with cold blood. It'sthe art of signaling negativity with absurd unawareness of how it gets into therecipient, causing his breathing to grow heavier and his shoulders to archforward in an obvious expression of frustration.

Your responsibility toward others includeslarger implications than the ones you perceive. You're capable of influencingeven if by indirect means. To not be aware of how sensitive and critical beingan influence is reflects repulsive immaturity. Every word that seeps out ofyour lips is an influence sent to the ones who perceive you as worthy of beingheard. Misusing this authority gives the wise the right to snap-judge. Yourwords are further remembered. They may form further conversations. Upon them,may exist false assumptions and valueless opinions. To the ones who perceiveyou as worthy of being heard, your words may evolve into beliefs guiding lives.Be mindful and aware of the impact of every word you unleash when beingsurrounded by active listeners and passionate learners.

Indeed it's a burdening responsibility for youcan unintentionally damage deeply. It's inevitable how weak and frustrated youcan grow. Yet, the choice of refraining from gushing this repressed negativeenergy out is symptomatic of sheer control and wisdom. When corruption anddarkness become the prominent features of a randomly pacing world, attempt tocolor reality in the eyes of the young and passionate. Arouse in them an eagerto succeed and defy. Empower their dreams and pat their shoulders withsincerity. It's a mad, cruel world engulfed with what can consume humanity. Formany, this may seem naïve and untrue; for many, narrating reality as it is seenby the eye is a legitimate duty. Numerous directors have chosen to believe inthe virtue of projecting hidden realities to the majority. They only succeededin bringing the darkest happenings of all to the eyes of those who were notmeant to experience such darkness. Only did they make frustration andresentment a widespread emotional phenomenon.

You're held responsible. You have a choice.Yours words will either consume or empower. You can choose to utter them incrowded, time-consuming cafes or in nicely equipped rooms. Your words caninspire and move when they're sent purposefully and intelligently. Your wordscan change when they're sincere and hearty. The power of them is seen in thebulging eyes of the motivated and in the flourishing smiles of the supportedand secured.

Kindly choose wisely. Influence responsibly.Have a solid and pursuable goal. Affect and impact positively. Be anastonishing exception to a depleting reality. Your words, regardless of whatthey're, will always leave never-fading trails in the minds of many.

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ιиѕριяє∂ вy: knowing how much a gesture conducted indifferently can really hurt.

Ownership: A proof of presence

2011-03-04T07:29:00.000-08:00

Do you see how tight they clinch, how closelythey hold? Freshly bought things come with a special delight. The most matureunwrap newly bought objects with the speed of a reckless child scoffing achocolate bar; this intense feeling of anticipating owning something unique takesover, the harmless version of a mischievous billionaire, standing at the top ofa hill, viewing the world with an eye hungry for possession. It's in every oneof us, the need for owning and for having others acknowledging our right forpossessing.

We're instinctive, defensive creatures. Wefancy comfort zones and wide conversational spaces. We protect our propertieswith an inborn passion for life. Turbulent feelings invade you when you losewhat's precious; when your nosy sister/brother uses your cell phone behind yourback; when they fail to respect your sense of ownership by requesting approval.The mere gesture of politely requesting an approval for using something grantsus psychological comfort and an accentuated sense of privacy. Those who fail torealize this lose their ability to understand others.

What makes a house so special and personal isthe door crippling you from taking further steps. You've to knock. It's nolonger a space that you can enter without pleasing a sense of ownership bybeing polite, taking your shoes off in a rainy day, and abiding by the owner's rules.You've to realize that sometimes one may covet saying no just to prove toyou that what belongs to him is subject to his authority. It's not a twistedcraving; it's a basic tool for survival in a world that rarely respects adesire for safe late-night walks in dark alleys.

Signyour words with a hearty please. Dispel your high pitches with gentle requestsfor using what does not belong to you. They say that nobody washes a rental car; they say that selfishness isthe trend. People have come to expect nothing from those who do not even careto turn around and say sorry after a harsh bump in the shoulder. It sucks thewarmness out of a pulsing heart to know that every right is being ruthlesslyviolated.

Thankthose who trust you with their belongings. Spray their stuff and wipe them witha soft towel. Make sure you can see your reflection on the surfaces of what'sprecious and personal. Place them on gritless surfaces and soft bed sheets.Respect others' sense of ownership for breaking it implies psychological damagesthat go far beyond what your eyes can see.

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ιиѕριяє∂ вy: Observing my reactions as well other people's reactions to violations of privacy and usage of possessions without polite permissions

Islam: Feminism in its genuine form

2011-02-07T05:52:00.000-08:00

This is coming out truthfully of a guy who readabout women in Islam and found himself subconsciously nodding. Everyregulation makes complete sense. The kind of rationality that you miss whenyou're dating and squashing all the religious boundaries one boundary at atime whereas the support of the society is impeding you from listening tothe screaming, most innate voice in you; the one that achieves total congruencewith our righteous nature of Islam.

Women in Islam are given numerous rightssupporting their accentuated value and significance in the society. Misconceptionsrevolve mainly about targeting the weakly acquainted with Islam to persuadethem with the existence of a much more comprehensive set of rights for women ina life style other than that of Islam. Establishing grotesque associations with precise religious appearancesplants a deep psychological fear of embracing a life style of the most beautifuland securing teachings

I am being frank. I am a guy. I know that it'snot easy for a good-hearted female to defy the hype and claim decisiveness. Iknow that security and emotional comfort is a goal of many young-heartedfemales. I know that eying a big screen in a dimly lit theatre, watching blue-eyedmen offering exorbitant coats for the well-being of an attractive, almostperfect female in a rainy day is a true delight. I know that that can becomethe content of your dreams for a great deal of time. I will never be in yourplace. Never will I perfectly understand what roams restlessly in the mind of adreaming female in a moment of silence. But…when I read more about Islam from righteoussources and how it signifies women, I just…wish that they can understandthat they will surely earn divine respect and dignity in the eyes of male youngsterswho could no longer resist objectifying and craving women. I wish they canunderstand that the notions that the media project of Islam is false, that ourprophet Muhammad ( peace be upon him) was a fine, helping man who set thestandards for how a real man should appreciate his life partner.

I have a sister. I love her. I've committedcruel mistakes in communicating with her. Many times did I try to advise herwith the sole intention of being protective. My unpolished maturity failed memany times. I kept learning. I learned that listening is an art in which yourears tense and your lips numb. I learned that it's not easy and that Allah ismerciful. I also learned that there's no compulsion in religious choices; thatyou can only advise with a passionate hope for a gentle response. I learnedthat we're all good at heart. That you shouldn't beat yourself up about thesins that once colored your life with pitch blackness. I learned…that women areprecious and that marriage is a sacred responsibility that should bedisregarded by those who cannot understand what does being man enough mean.

Real Muslims treat women with the utmostrespect. Our prophet Muhammad (PBUH) told us, '' the best of you are the oneswho are the best to their spouses, and I am the best to mine.'' How canpossibly a religion with such magnificent teachings be replaced by a culture aimingat helping guys think SEX as a word starting with an ''S'!? How it can bereplaced by a hype that has consumed young men by inferior concerns for datingand crying over recent break ups while having no solid and respectable goals inlife?! Yes, there are REPULSIVELY ignorant and misguided Muslims abusing women,accepting being consumed by wrongful cultural practices that has ABSOLUTELYNOTHING to do with Islam. But this is NOT Islam! You don't know accuse a car ofhitting a person. It doesn't make ''sense,'' because the ones who are takingthe lead are responsible. Islam isinnocent of the deficient application of Muslims.

'' I thank Allah for being acquainted withIslam before being acquainted with Muslims,'' a respectable, recent convert toIslam uttered these true words. This man experienced a life sponsored byreckless desires; yet, was truthful and sincere enough to embrace thetruth-Islam- as soon as he came to terms with it. What shocked him deeply ishow beautiful Islam is and how irrelevant the practices of Muslims to Islamare. He condemned ruthlessly how we're contributing to the nourishment of misconceptions,how being disrespectful to women, idle, dreamless, and deficient in faithcovers up the core, unmatched competency of Islam, which is having it meetingthe intellectual sense of whoever is seeking the truth. I instinctively bit mylower lip and sighed as soon as I heard his statement. I know he's right. On apersonal level, I know that... I am not an acceptable representation of Islam'sessence. I know that disregarding the prior-to-marriage limitations establishedwith engineered wisdom is a total disrespect to women. It’s funny how a girlcan scoff at a guy because he chooses to be solid and follow Allah's orders. Heain't cool enough in the eyes of many. Why? Because he chose to respect womenby not contacting them on the basis of seeking self-indulgence! How uncivilized!Respectable and professional emailing is just a bummer for many. Videoconferencing is way cooler! An up-to-date ice breaker!

Usually, I don't state proofs, simply becauseyou can Google them in a split-second. I concentrate more on attempting toarouse an eager for changing a misconception. I am a Muslim and I perfectly,solidly, and profoundly understand the true value of women In Islam. Kindlychoose the right sources from which you can drive information for viewsestablishment. Beat your resistance and explore the sayings of prophet Muhammad(PBUH).

Islam induces self-control, learning, gentleness,decisiveness, modesty, humbleness, and intelligence in dealing with life andits encounters. Aspiring and fulfilling personal dreams for both males &females are essentials in Islam provided that adherence to rules is ensured. The ''righteous'' form of Hijab is atruly complete way of modesty and protection as well as beauty. Following thelead of man-made resolutions projected through high definition, high-budgetmovies will only consume you with a fictional and unattainable manner ofliving. Islam's genuine and true, the real, gentleness-inclusive one though;not the one sculptured to include acts of terrorism and abidance byprimitiveness and seclusion from the society.

Women in Islam are signified and appreciated asmentioned earlier. Anything calling for breaking our impeccable religiousteachings for the purpose of attaining independence and liberty is a maskedattempt to objectify and dehumanize in intelligent ways that regular, unawarepeople will not be able to debunk. See through the misconceptions and falsenotions about the greatest and most purifying way of life. Secure youremotions, trust in your creator, and never accept beating yourself up aboutwhat has become part of a fading past that your guilt chooses to enlarge.

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ιиѕριяє∂ вy: Reading about women in Islam from the point of views of new female Muslims, as well as observing the significant impact of women on the society that can inspire crucial harmfulness or sheer growth and positivity.

January 25th, 2011: A sensational revolution

2011-02-05T10:31:00.000-08:00

I never cease learning; it's a never-stoppingprocess. We come to embrace personalities based upon distinct encounters. Theidleness of our minds inspires generalizations and stereotypes; it stretchespersonal views to the extent of comprehensiveness. Those who voluntarily chooseto speak on behalf of the absent are the most ignorant. Those who disregard thegnawing pains of the harmed are living in one-dimensioned worlds where thetruth is only what their eyes meet.

Throughout the last few days, literally allEgyptians witnessed the birth of shockingly disparate views. I personally camethis close to dressing confusion in a tangible form as it has been themainstream sensation sponsoring my moments of soberness. The involuntarypolitical activation that all Egyptians witnessed generated views that resemblecastle sands; they lose importance as soon as a more well-built castle sandcomes into view.

Surely would I have been eager to have differentviews if my life has been the life of someone else, if I experienced thesufferings of those who have made friends with the darkness of the regime. Iadmit that the leading reason behind my relative emotional rest is the relativeabsence of literal abuse inspired by the regime. Of course I have been mentallyabused by the grotesque weakness of the Egyptian educational system; itinspired loud screams and misguided anger; it drove me closer to embracingcursing as a verbal practice. Nevertheless, I chose to conservatively believein the virtue of focusing primarily on myself and on being an influentialexample in my society. I admit that, regardless of how intense the depressionthat an educational abuse can inspire, it cannot become a strong reason as theone that may derive an emotional revolution towards a corrupted system.

Incessantly have I scowled whenever I looked atour weak infrastructure and the innumerable lapses smearing our rulers withblood stains. Nonetheless, I will be contradicting my views if I disregarded thecorruption created by the people. I believe and I shall still remain insistenton believing that the reason why our subconscious bears suppressed angertowards the regime is a statue of corruption sculptured by both the governingsystem and the people forming it. Thus, the current outbreak has to accompanyan inner revolution in which we will fancy the well-being of each other overgreedily achieving sinful ambitions for possession and recognition. What I tryto suppress the most in myself is to allow selfishness to take over, becausewhen that

happens, running over people to rapidly reach the end of the streetwill be deemed valid

I cannot point an accusing finger to theemotional revolution marching steadily towards the monstrous system to knock itdown once and for all. However, I cannot hide my overgrowing fear of slidingdownhill till God knows when. Revenge isbeing sought at the expense of the ones who yet did not taste death. I chose tonot protest and I will be a coward to change my view to adjust to thoseshouting in unison for the collapse of the system. As soon as I earn perfectionon a personal level and fulfill my duty towards my society, views will surelyalter.

The tremendous impact of the media surfaced inits full form. Views are forming in split-seconds, forming a dense populationof incomplete thoughts…distinct, contradicted, and loosely built. People findno pleasure in silence; therefore they fancied unstudied political expressions.Conspiracies have been considered, honesty has been sensed, and a response tothe legitimate demands has been alleged by a number of people. Everyone carved a hand-made path of views andanalysis. I feel very distracted and I find no lust in that.

I understand that my words reflect no solidopinion. Honestly, I think I hardly possess one. I resent being a channelthrough which opinions of any kind get transmitted to a broader number ofpeople. Sayings words of no proof is a verbal crime. I declare political ignorance.My views are subject to modification to whoever possesses the greatestcinematic impact. Corruption has always been the leading expression of rulersand terminating it is a must. How it should have been terminated is the part Idifferently perceive. I fully disagree with many acts. Objectivity in conveyinginformation through news channel has been debunked; many channels grew inclinedto subjectivity. Personal interests ruled. Nationalistic channels somewhatbeautified the image. On the other extreme, other channels severely intimidatedand darkened reality.

I fear the consequences; I fear the economiceffects. Many people will surely taste the damage. Religious views differedsignificantly. However, the majority recommended listening to the sound ofreason and assessing the situation according to the ups and downs. Emotionalimpulses are evident. Some friends started arguing loudly about political viewsthat they never had. I personally and secretly started disliking many peoplebecause of their unstudied views however I refrained from any loud debates tonot lose connection with the good sides of these valuable people.

The internet proved itself to be a very intimatepart of the lives of Egyptians. Having it lost, affected the need for expressionand sharing of many. It also proved to restrict people from activelyparticipating in activities of repair as it is considered the leading factor inconsuming time whether beneficially or not.

Surely Egypt is witnessing a full-range change.I yet cannot predict the yet-to-come effects. Nevertheless, with sincerity I amhoping for the best, and I am feeling more determined than ever to aid peopleby skills enhancement. I strictly believe in positivity and in how I amentirely and consciously responsible for my actions. I refuse to justify what'sdeemed improper. I believe in the necessity of blundering to commit bettermistakes. Totally I am willing to participate in any sound, positive, andrational act of reform regardless of its kind.

Hopefully, as I mentioned earlier, that thisemotional outbreak will also induce an inner revolution regarding religion,social affairs, and our legitimate obligation toward our society. I am hopingfor the best.

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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Egypt's current unrest

Islam: The brighter side

2011-01-17T10:03:00.000-08:00

They age faster than dogs. Furrows invade theirforeheads. Their hair lines recede. Their skins wrinkle. They reach rockbottoms. You get to see their whole lives flashing like a speeding Ferrari in atrue Hollywood story show. They start their careers with a blindobsession for recognition and fame, walk through it like starving men chasingdistant mirages, and trudge to dead ends tortured, consumed, and dark from theinside.

We perceive it as a life style in high definition.Pretty feminine faces, spectacular physical shapes, and the clothes we'd ratherwear. The romance we'd rather feel. The meticulously designed cities,reflecting the prestige that the human mind can offer when employed in worldlyfields.

Kings on stage, slaves on ground; gods onscreen, brainwashed in homes; you've to snap your fingers long enough to winthe attention of strayed dogs; you've to redden the faces of corrupt femaleswith cheap crayons to offer them as virtuous , liberated females to theunaware. Break a glass painting of the devil into shreds and pieces and thosewho are too idle to search for the complete true image shall fall for the charmof a separate shred of the devil's dragon-like tale.

You cannotrecognize the evilness of a killer if you decided to watch him asleep. To you,he may look as beautiful as blue-eyed men. It takes a commitment to know the true colors of aresting murderer by staying long enough till soberness dispels his comfort.Maybe if you watched how his eyes seem to radiate with darkness, you'd feel willing to alter aperception. It can change a lot to flip a shining coin, to tread on the surfaceof an unpopulated moon;you get to see the dim sides and the jagged surfaces. It can change a lot tofollow a gut feeling, to respond an innate voice in you, telling you that thisis just not right. Follow that and it shall resemble tracking the loose end ofa frayed, overused rope that leads to the happiest places of all. And remember:there's a lot of harm that can be done out of making good people look bad.

One-dimension perceptions of a reckless lifestyle are on sale. Obsession and blind submission to different cultures is thenew trend. It satisfies the planners to see crowds of people walking in adirection that has already been planned; it gives them a rush, a reason tochuckle mischievously.

Can you keep a secret? I am a Muslim fearingIslam. I am an Egyptian belittling the potentials of every youngster with avivid pulsing heart because I believe that hope no longer exists. Speakingother languages secures me; it gifts me the belonging I lost, the identity Inever sensed.

They die with spilled glasses of wines; withtheir animalistic cravings objectifying women to repulsive extents. Theirhearts cease pulsing when darkness envelopes and overpowers. Their minds escortthem to the darkest places when a limitless indulgence in life becomes a drug. We never see that. Or, maybe we don't want tosee that. Their life style is the glass painting of the devil. May Allah guideyou to pick the darkest scrap of all. May it urge in you a turbulent curiosityto further investigate the truth; to pursue the true meaning of happiness.

'' We pay for the disease while the cure isfree,'' a former hip-hop artist confessed with unflawed sincerity. He embracedIslam. He embraced it because he couldn't purchase peace. His speech was aspowerful and enlightening as it can possibly get. It touched my core. When realmen defy everything and go for a restless pursuit for peace and comfort, thingschange. We look up to the people that represent the completeness that we're toofeeble to achieve. Like the ones who are not consumed by apprehensions aboutwhat people think and are willing to speak the truth regardless of what; wesilently respect them because we fail to be as resilient and solid as they're.

Wait long enough after everyone leaves to seehow the most beautiful stars challenge their insecurities and low-self esteemsin front of wide mirrors. Investigate the beliefs and life of the most articulatepublic speakers to explore the ulterior intents resting firmly n their hearts.Question the misconceptions about Islam to come to terms with a life styleunequaled. The truth is always caked with dust. You can find it on high shelvesor in deep pits. You cannot seize it easily. Embark on a journey for viewingthe other sides of everything. Be objective, truthful and rational andeverything shall dress up in change.

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ιиѕριяє∂ ву:Watching numerous videos on people who recently embraced Islam and how enlightening their speeches are

Kindly take the time to watch this video

http://thedeenshow.com/videos.php?action=featured&id=1364

Truthfully conveyed to you :)

2010-12-22T08:38:00.000-08:00

Dear valuable reader,

Your well-being is one of myprecious concerns. The time and places that you and I exist in are turbulent;fierce and hectic. The care and courtesy that you and I are yearning for turnedinto fragments of colorful leaves rarely met by the soul. It saddens me. Ishall accept carelessness about myself; yet, when it comes to you, and therespect, admiration, and appreciation that nests in my heart towards you, itfeels unbearable to not write this, especially and sincerely for the mostpassionate and young-hearted.

Your heart is precious; it's pureand kind; its sound state is conveyed in your warm smiles, your willingness togrow courteous, and your words of great impact that you once wrote for me orfor the people of great importance to you. For that I am grateful andcontended. The kindness on your part obliges me to meaningfully write to youthe words inspired by vigorous, tiring experiences.

Be wary of your tendency to rebel,of your silent incline towards a mad love for life. Be wary of the darkness;fear it for this fear might induce you to stride in the opposing direction ofclarity and light. Caution growing egotistic, caution the subconscious mimicryof what we do not belong to; always listen with an open minded. Your biases andundisclosed prejudices can bring you down in confined time-frames. Click themoff and accept the sometimes poorly enveloped advices. Be meek and gentle inyour manner of speaking. Patience is a virtue and I trust your willingness toembrace it. It ushers in what you deserve, in what will rejoice you for longwhiles.

Be ready for playing the role thatrequires great maturity and poise; the one dictating being passionate with theyoung, respectable with the feminine, unnoticed with the busy, versatile withthe different, and caring with the elderly. I shall blindly deposit my trust inyou; in your readiness for the madness and the emotional clutter.

Pray. Pray thoroughly. Feel it.Hope for the best. Mercy descends from the heavens, so damage your intimacywith guilt and despair. Punishment is the forced consequence of the idle andthe evil, so kindly keep your inner beauty radiating and never approach that.

May the usual practice of sinning turn intoold memories that soften your heart while we're asking Allah for mercy; may themeek and the wise urge in you a willingness to become more grounded. I wish youto experience the beauty of self control, the yearning for a long, purifyingprayer, and the grit to treat those who misbehave with compassion andgentleness.

Hold on myvaluable friend. Smile and train your foresight on the shining horizons. Iswear with my pulsing heart that truthfulness is the spur of my letters.

May your life be as joyful as the ones who truly care about you desire it to be,

Muhammad Hazem Sherif :).

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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Wishing a truly joyful life for the people i know and the ones that i wish to know.

Dark distortions

2010-11-21T09:05:00.000-08:00

Not every obscenely dressed female entering a dimly lit building is a corrupt heading for a destination where value is thrown down trash cans in a non-recyclable manner. Cars parked under the shade of overstretching trees do not necessarily include the mischievous deluding the innocent. No, the world is not scheming against you. No, not every passing by male/female, eying you casually is admiring your newly purchased securing outfit. It's all in your head; the perceptions closer they're to utter darkness than they're to brightness resemble the optical limitation inspired by seeing through confined cracks.

Some smash wide mirrors. They'd rather feel haunted by horror motion pictures than eying their disfigured reflections. Reality is a colorless mural painting. We color it according to the lens positioned upon our eyes. Some reside in utter darkness. They fancy the world still, noiseless and undemanding. It's all in your head; the perceptions that force a sole, undivided reality to get perceived in various colors and shapes. Drug addicts see the world swirling, free of limitations and gravity even though reality has always been an adherer to rules, pessimists have an unmatched ability to embrace the ugly, sometimes barely noticed lapses of the most successful life styles, and those who cave in long ago to the vulnerability of their flesh solely perceive solid grounds, latched doors, and pretty feminine faces as the keys to a fast-pacing physical quench.

No, the absence of missed calls or notifications on a social network home page does not oppose your self-worth; no, it's not part of the plan. Caution the tricks your bright mind can play on you. Caution the clogged perceptual filters that confuse innocent beauty for viscous temptation. Your psychological well-being starts journeying to rock bottoms when Captain Hate, Apprehensions, and Uncertainty start steering your life. The inception of delusions and unrealistic understandings conquer and colonize. You think of the universe as a one fat lie. You start hating going to birthday parties, because the attentive crowd is cheering and clapping for someone else. You start resenting live concerts and class-room presentations, because those seated nearby are attentively eying someone else. Your sense of security and stability fades. Your perceptions start touching horrifying extremes, where darkness reaches an extent where it swallows recently lit candles.

Criminals allege the perception of pretty flowers and gardens when they're forced to tell what's in neutrally drawn pictures. They claim perceiving the world as a trimmed, neat shrubbery to obscure the viciousness of their conceptions; simply because it all comes down to your values, beliefs, and doings that shape your perceptual tendencies. It's the oldest trick in the book where those who wish to estrange people from a belief or value start associating grotesque traits and life patterns to the meticulously targeted figures or life styles for termination.


Scared little kids who wet their paints at bed time fear squeaky door being cuffed gently by turbulent winds seeping through unlocked windows more than anything else. The ones who lack self-control fear being alone; they fear another breach of their promises to gain control and cut down on the consuming habits. Abused women hate men and tricked men hate women. The happenings that nest in your life steer your perceptions. It's all in your head; the interpretation of reality.

Track down the clicked off buttons to click them on. Understand yourself. In spite of the startling complexity of our perceptual abilities, gaining control to limited extents is possible. Don't give free reins to the distortions in your mind to offer you a different, nonexistent reality. It's all in your head; the brightness or darkness ;).
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Acknowledging the possession of dark perceptions that cause frequent uncertainty and confusion sometimes.

Perfect little worlds

2010-11-12T07:46:00.000-08:00

I feel willing to hold my breath for a few slow-pacing seconds if I am profoundly sure that I will win the letting-it-all-out moment eventually. These rare, invigorating moments make it worthwhile. Definitely, they're short, yet so perfect and indulging that they fuel you with the necessary emotional energy to keep it rolling for the next few weeks or even months. Moderately warm trickles steadily running down your back, ever-green lawns and neatly trimmed shrubs and trees coming into view, long nights invested in idly sleeping after strict time-bound plans, still, shimmering waters ruffled by silent, gusting winds, or long, silent prayers practiced with hope and meaningful quietness. These precious moments are simply priceless; they serve as check points where you get quick check ups.

I could have not been able to keep clinging to my overly neat visions of a better world if I had not been blessed with what soothes and pacifies me along the way. Negativity is widespread; it's infectious and our societal reality broadcasts it free of charges. It's excessively simple to get overwhelmed by the misfortunes all over the place. But, it turns things around when you get propped by an optimistic individual amongst a crowed dressed in black or step in impressively organized apartments located in ugly-looking buildings. I personally am averse to sponsoring negativity and failure. Hopefully, I will keep up the resilience that it is getting gruesomely tested on an hourly basis. Every day is about sheer resistance and grit, and you have to strenuously search for the shining, bright stars studding bleak skies to survive. Don't get baffled by the darkness; oblige your perceptions to grow positive and spot what shines at the bottom of deep, dark wills. Success comes along with endless accessories: positivity, grit, resilience, stamina, long-term orientations, and healthy perceptions. If you adopt it sincerely, it will help you capitalize on these perfect little moments that color reality according to your willingness to perceive it.

It doesn't take a lot to create a perfect little world where you can rest with no apprehensions consuming you. You simply need to perceive the world smartly; you can terminate the costly fees of enlisting in prestigious colleges by listening to audio books, watching online videos, clubbing together with your friends and sharing knowledge, or downloading free e-books. You can eliminate the cruelty of living in industrialized cities by having your own little garden or even flowers resting beautifully on your kitchen counter. You can effectively eliminate the dark perceptions you harbor with regard to women's/men's potential of luring mischievously by eying the virtuous and the successful. You can create perfect little worlds and sprawl on their grounds till you summon the necessary energy to step back out to the madness running naked.

Perfect little worlds should be obsessively possessed. Resort to them when the outside real world is tumbling and coming to shocking ends. When it's unchangeable how worldly affairs and circumstances are getting worse, with intelligence, outsmart reality by benefiting from the array of knowledge sponsored by non-profit organizations or by procuring truly valuable items sold cheaply because of how they're perceived as valueless in the eyes of the ignorant and unaware. It just needs sheer intelligence and negativity-free perceptions to sculpture something beautiful from the ugliest known realities.

Relax in the bubbles your beautiful mind creates. Pause short to reignite a passion and a hope for a cleaner and better world. Be persistent, ambitious, and, most importantly, positive.
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Revisiting the place i love the most where i find utmost emotional and spirtual comfort :).

Implications of being a good Muslim-4-

2010-10-19T16:24:00.000-07:00

It boosts your psychological strength:

Dating’s good; what? It is good!*sigh,* yea…good. Well, had it not been good, you would’ve not witnessed how anobsession it has become, right? I mean, it surely feels good to have someone byyour side. It’s a cute feeling! Whatever is done, is done for a reason…I bet.Some may feel willing to steel to purchase a costly object, for instance.They’re doing it in pursuit of a sensation, a feeling. May it be happiness,security, social recognition, you name it! So, to set the basis for thisreading experience, let’s agree that we simply do things in search foremotional satisfaction and security. Yup!

Well, did you see NationalTreasure, starring Nicolas Cadge? No? Yes? Anyway, it’s this summerblockbuster and they’re in pursuit of treasures and other…cool stuff. Through this movie and other adventurous ones,it emerged as a truism that valuable belongings are always caked with dust. So,another base to set is the fact that happiness doesn’t shine like gold.To you, it may surface as the can at the side of the road that gets kicked withcranky, moody people. Yea, so it’s always the smart ones who crouch down andlook inside.

You know, generically speaking, itrequires faith in the virtue of a cause to be able to keep sticking to it. Whydo you bother staying the extra hours to study and accomplish tasks? It maytake you years to finally get the ultimate, incredible moment of triumph. Theeat-your-heart-out look you flash for indignant losers. But it’s worth it,right? I mean, you know deep inside of you that this is right. You’re so surethat a thousand opposing voices screaming at you in unison to give up won’tbudge you. Maybe, maybe you don’t have the sufficient prove to satisfy theminds of those who fail to see the truth, but it feels enough for you to settlefor an inner belief. I just…need you to believe that Islam is in your bestinterest, will youJ?I know that so many practices seem so enticing to try out, but if you only cameto experience the better pleasure of doing otherwise. IF dating’s good, thensimply not dating is pretty awesome! Regarding males, it gives you thepsychological strength to endure. Females, by nature, require real anddependable men and not those consumed by fashion trends and bad hair days. Theyneed protection and suffice emotional security, and not just a male unable toactively listen because he needs to be excessively listened to as well. Femalesare needy by nature and they have the legitimate right to be so. You can’texpect a virtuous female to refrain for mainstreams and finally marry a guywith insecurities and a need to buy the latest brand name shirts to embrace ahappy face…! Marriage is a comprehensive relationship; it’s about emotionallyhealthy individuals supporting and completing each other. So, it’s a truism toassure you that you need to endure the lures and the ‘’ would you be myboyfriend/girlfriend ‘’ requests to make it right with the one who deservesyour complete devotion and passion.

Come to terms with that: our mindsare inferior against understanding simply why we’ve been asked to do so. You’veto trust Allah. Isn’t it a fact that trust is based upon a willingnessto follow even in cases of doubt? If your best friend asked you to take anotherroute to reach a certain place, won’t you simply…follow his instructions? Youmay have not treaded through this route before, but you trust him…why would hefool you anyways? In this case, we’re talking about Allah!! Isn’t it obviousthat he knows what best suits our manner of creation?!

Witty marketers capitalized onmen's pride and assigned smoking Ciggerrates, drinking this awful-tastingbeverage called '' Birrel,'' and putting on a Hugo boss with manhood.Genuinely, it's about bearing responsibilities and resisting, despite how hardit can get. This is what makes a real reliable man. Females, also, have beentargeted meticulously for using cosmetics and other products that demean theirvalue. These multinational organizations need profit; they air aids to getimpressions and money out of your counterfeit Gucci purse. But when it comes toIslam and its highly redefined regulations, there's no ulterior intent; it's simplyin your best interest. It's a prettycool structure of beliefs and moralities that can boost your psychologicalstrength and assign confidence and resilience to men, and beauty and value towomen.

Just beware of our competitorsproducing counterfeit versions of a lifestyle unequaled. They will confuse youand weaken your understanding of the truth. As a human being, you've the validright of being happy. All I am asking you is to search in the right directionsand cease fumbling in the darkness. Everyone's is pointing to rights and leftsand their shall be only one arrow facing the sky, unequaled, pointing tospiritual freedom and ever-growing happiness.

Remember Allah and his continuoussupervision. Regulate your intentions and steer them to righteousness andwhatever is beneficial and effective.

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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Many things....

Kindly flip the coin for a brighter understanding of life :)

2010-10-18T15:55:00.000-07:00

Where you’re residing, the light is always clicked on. Maybeit does not feel intriguing enough to venture out of the room to click onceiling lights in rooms located nearby. You never know what your eyes can meetout there. You never know what your mind can perceive. It’s worth leaving asidethe comfort of resting slackly in well-known rooms.

We harbor innumerable beliefs and perceptions. Mainly, weintimately cling to our findings of reality. We refuse to believe in otherwisebecause, simply, we have proofs supporting what paces back and forth in ourhectic minds. According to the idealistic procedures put for a customer servicestaff, for example, you may, accordingly, adopt ideal expectations of humaneperformances; you may choose overrated dissatisfaction; a feeling generated byyour idealistic understanding of how things should go at the other end of thecounter. IF you, however, had the chance to join the team, twig how helplessyou can be in front of an aware customer. IF you have been shoved into asituation where a customer is phoning you through a reception telephone withnoisy ringtones, a customer tapping indignantly on a wooden counter, and a queueof people rolling their eyes in exasperation, you may, to an extent, changeyour view, drastically at times. You may even, the next time you deal with aC.S representative, gladly wait for hours, simply because now you have a notionof how occupied he or she can be.

The home-coming parent, the one you expect to slump down andlisten to how cranky your friend made you. The already-frustrated sibling, theone you expect to not snap at your tinged-with-frustration bossing around.These people, undertaking worldly burdens and concerns have to be understood.You can either choose to stand in for them for a day or two to get an idea ofwhy they trudge back home with hunched shoulders and arms swinging limply orsimply grasp the emotional and mental depletion that they encounter. Theeye-opening insights that can come rushing to your mind when you viewsituations and perspectives from different angles can simply stretch your mind,providing it with a more comprehensive understanding of situations.

You know how dark parts of wide maps come to the light whenyou send your troops over there while playing a strategic game. It mentally isthe same when you discover life, when you experience the ‘’ AH-HA!’’ moment.Things come to a view; you no longer have a mental frame limiting you fromseeing whatever is extraneous to the frame. You no longer feel crippled bystrictly rooted views disallowing your unbiased interpretation of what you donot approve or believe in.

Life is a mental thrill. It really is! Take enough time toobserve life, people, and happenings reoccurring. Take down mental notes. Moldyour own understanding but always leave your mind’s back door ajar for furthermodifications. If you think of something in a fixed way, why don’t you summonyour courage to embrace different angels? For a given period of time, work,receive criticism, fume, go wander down dark alleys and see how cruel it makesthe homeless feel, observe how it would’ve been different if you had lessunderstanding parents, wear nameless shirts and experience the overt insecurityyou are going to feel due to the absence of social recognition, or embracewhatever is capable of changing you and your tightly glued views.

Give your mind a boost; tug at its sides tooverstretch it! Give it an edge, a superior ability to embrace differences andperceptual complexities
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Acquiring eye-opening insights through training as a customer service representative.

Implications of being a good Muslim-3-

2010-10-15T06:02:00.000-07:00

It gives you an idea about who you really are:

We're designed to perform. Our mental, physical, and spiritual qualifications can enable us to perform with excellence, achieving and surpassing expectations easily. The complexity of our creation is startling; how we can capitalize on our potentials to give birth to astounding results will always assign amazement to the will and grit of humans.

It sucks to have a speed limiter on a sleek-looking M3 BMW, simply because it's designed to heal a passion for speeding and aggressive driving. It sucks to have a plastic cover on an all-new IPhone 4g, because, in this way, you will never be able to experience the staggering clarity of its screen. It sucks to have a limitation depleting the excellence of a performance that can be given in the absence of what consumes and stunts ideal performances.

The amazing thing about Islam is how healing it is; it's your gateway to ideal performances in all respects. Allah designed your excellence. He gave you the manual to performing at maximum. You can achieve ceaselessly and aspire to the unreachable when your mind is free of the lures and distractions that can cripple you from achieving. When you fall for a lure of a female or the glamour of solely consuming the achievements of others, you feebly accept performing with stifling limiters that resemble how tight chains can disapprove a willingness to march. You can never understand yourself and your potentials when you're consumed and lost in the ever-speeding swirls. You will keep promising yourself to achieve and change, and continually you will keep falling. It depletes and demeans your presence as a human to be apprehended by the distant murmurs of pretty feminine faces and an influx of marketing efforts providing you with a false sense of self-importance to thrive upon the financial value that you can offer them. It's a dark and cruel feeling to not really be able to understand your own potentials and what you can really achieve.

Islam is in your best interest; the regulations based upon complex psychological concepts that our inferior minds will never manage to grasp are designed to suit your manner of creation. Our gradually increasing infatuation by life sometimes disables us to see things for what they really are. Islam is awesome; the way it makes you feel in-control of your life, the way it induces you to change and spare yourself feeling consumed with what lapsed already. It requires no exorbitant prices to pay in return of getting a grip on your life; all you have to really do is to understand the sole route to genuine and deception-free happiness.

You know, it's easier said than done. I mean, I can relate to the monstrous inner-conflicts that we all experience involuntarily by life's provision of lures and depleting infatuations. I really understand for I personally am embracing a life that feels like being on a scary rollercoaster. The difficulty lies within how defining a choice can be, a choice that many wish that you will remain inferior enough to not be able to take it, a choice that tinge your life with purifying serenity; a choice to finally refrain from what consumes you once and for all. It really feels so good to eye yourself in mirrors and see nothing contaminating your reflection; no dark secrets, no more silent screams for getting out of the darkness. Feel that and you will come to terms with what happiness really feels like.

Respect yourself as a human being and allow your complete focus to get trained on what is significant. Have a hard-to-reach goal and keep pursuing it with persistence. Caution stumbling over valueless metals that shine like gold. Embrace our healing Islamic regulations and try as strenuously as possible to be a joyful representation of likeable moralities and behaviors.
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Experiencing the startling difference between 2 different ways of living

Beware of how it can consume...

2010-09-30T15:56:00.000-07:00

To you, I may be a smile, a firm handshake or an excessively articulate manner of speaking. To you, I am the 10-minutes conversation you had with me the night before. To me, nothing may seem as subtle and pleasing as being an unflawed image in your eyes. It can take me a YOUTUBE video on how to use my body language intelligently. It may take me further reading to understand how to plant the most prestigious perceptions in your mind. Frankly, it's a complete joy. It rejoices diametrically to emerge as worthy of being talked about kindly. It heals; it satisfies a gnawing psychological need; it clicks off the insecurities of seeing a deformed reflection for a few, fast-pacing seconds.

Many have witnessed the most successful tumbling down. Questions have been aroused as to why they collapsed when they had it all. I've read books for authors who decided to eventually end their lives graciously by suicide. It all came rushing monstrously into our incomplete minds. How did a he or she fall so furiously when every breathing creature had a refreshing, planted perception of this figure? It does not require mental superiority to realize that one can succeed subtly in leaving gracious perceptions to wind up having the ugliest one of all. It does not require unequaled intelligence to realize that one can see eerie reflections of one's self when everybody else fails to see anything but handsome, chuckling faces.

The desire for absolute recognition can wear you out. Deciding to devote your life to practicing the art of customizing perceptions in the eyes of people while overlooking the significance of giving more attention to the most important self-image can force you to grow lifeless and terrifyingly dark from the inside. When your intentions grow ulterior, when you covet self-recognition so pathetically that you lose sense of who you're, you start striding on a sharp incline toward remote destinations.

I've been there. Nothing feels as ugly as it does. You may wonder why do people feel addictively willing to seek the formation of excessively perfect perceptions when it is that consuming. You may wonder why it is not righteous thing to do anyway. Well, it feels as powerful as what can lust grant you. It satisfies to overwhelming extents. But, like how a pain killer works, it gives birth to deep, hurtful pains as soon as the satisfaction evaporates. It leaves you with what your spirit fails to endure when you close your screen door, waving a goodbye to the last guest; when you're left to hear a clock tick more loudly than a passing by car. And, to why it is not righteous. Well, we never do it with poise; we tend to breach every inner moral code to further satisfy, to further belong. Had it been in your own best interest, it would have never been that consuming.

Nothing equates the beauty of having a healthy self-reflection. If this will harm a perception that you once left in the eyes of whom you seek his or her admiration, care no more about the well-being of the perceptions they bear in mind, but only about the one that can lead your life to cheerful places when healthy and stable. It's not rocket science and it will never require mental complexity to win your happiness. It's not about the perfectly covered self-help book perching on an appealing display. It doesn't need a party held costly or cheering as loud as the crowd does; all you have to do is to care about yourself. Sometimes selfishness is the key. Happiness has always been an individualistic sensation, and to reap it, you require seeking personal satisfaction and poise instead of running after strangers pleading with them to like you for reasons that seem unable to satisfy yourself.
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Knowing how I can be my worst enemy in case of having ugly self-reflections

Influences ahead!

2010-09-14T14:31:00.000-07:00

He pushed past me, hastily.

'' A busy young man, aren't you!'' I scolded, playfully.

'' Sorry! I just need to get going before the store closes,'' he reported, solemnly.

'' What store?'' I curiously inquired.

'' The one that sells the play station 2 CDs. I want to get this awesome war game. I've been dying to get it. Bummer, I cannot get it in Saudi Arabia. Everything's banned there, and it really sucks,'' he wailed.

My cousin is 14 years old. He's handsome-looking. He has soft, wavy light brown hair that falls off his forehead. His knees and elbows are knobbly. His shoulders are somehow slender.

Yassin, my 14 year old cousin, as well as Ahmed, his older brother, and Salma, their younger sister, are living in Saudi Arabia. They stay in Egypt for the whole summer though. It gets really cool hanging out with them and catching up.

'' Wait up, I am coming,'' I impulsively announced.

I strode to catch up with him.

We climbed in a taxi, heading to the store that Yassin has been yearning to visit!

'' So, what's this awesome game you can't stop dreaming about,'' I teased.

'' GOD OF WAR!'' he exclaimed, excitedly.

'' It's the best game ever. I have been dreaming about getting back to Egypt to get it; it's banned back there. Life there is pretty dull. You know, I get back to Alexandria, watching great movies and doing what I wasn’t able to even think about there. Back there, you gotta shop with your family or even cruise around with a daddy taking you by hand,'' he grudgingly whined.

Well, frankly, his words disheartened me. I've always been concerned about how young kids are nurtured to understand Islam's core. It gives me a hard time knowing that he grew up experiencing contradictions, failing to get empowered by his Daddy, my uncle. I am not arguing whether life in Saudi Arabia is ok or not, but simply about how he grew.

His Dad works as a sales manager. He's my uncle and I truly respect him, but I just cannot help being an observer. I mean, when they're back in Saudi Arabia they pray all the 5 prayers in the Masjed, they scramble early from home to attentively hear Friday's speech, and they play it by the rules! But it all comes to a harsh tumble when they pay the glamour another visit.

'' Oh and why is it banned back there,'' I asked.

'' Because it's FORBIDDEN,'' he shot back with a gleeful grin.

You see, that's the problem. Kids don't get taught to be held responsible, to rationalize. They are left to the swirling influences of different parts of the word. You know, it's like when you place so many fruits in a mixer. When you click on the button and wait for all of it to get juicy, you cannot tell how it will eventually taste, because it's made up of so many things!

He had a neat Vans on. He was murmuring English songs to himself. Amira, his so called girlfriend, became his solace in times where nothing seems cooler than blowing off strands of his hair off his forehead!

So, here I was, eying my cousin who was sprawling loosely on the taxi's frayed couch with his head wearily tossed back.

I poked him lightly. '' We're there, Yassin,'' I reported.

The young man was literally leaping his way to the store!

'' Do you have it? God of war?!'' he asked, impatiently.

'' Yes,'' the sales man answered casually.

Yassin clutched the CD cover excitedly, twirling it in his palms, eying all the cool visuals.

'' Whoa! Wait,'' I disrupted his excitement.

Let me check it.

The game had explicit violence and gore in it and many other precautions, making buying the game more frightening than doing drugs!

So it's banned for a reason, I realized!

Well, so let me break it down. The game is inclusive of violence. The country banned it for a reason. Awesome, respected. Where's the trick? It lies within abiding as a result of necessity and not awareness and understanding. This literally sickens me, because I strongly advocate being a truly solid influence as a Daddy to pass on the sunshine to your lil' kids! I vote for banning it, frankly. But I'd rather empower those whom I am held responsible as a grown up in front of them so they can voluntarily and confidently refrain from buying the all new Silent hill game or God of war which includes sexuality and gore.

I was not entitled to stop him from handing out the money. I just observed. I came to terms with the many influences lurking. He hears people talking Islam, he goes back to a house where the internet serves as a gushing source of influences, and he watches TV, eying the hurtful influence fearlessly. It's a big round hole that sucks you in. And the unfortunate thing is that your loved ones are usually the ones who shove you downhill, unaware of the consequences, because they've been told that a Disney land lies at the bottom!

'' YES!!!'' he screamed happily, gripping the plastic bag firmly.

Even though for him it looked like nothing more than a plastic Cd cover with the key to hustling boredom into a tight closet for the next few days, for me it seemed to be like a moving bomb, dripping toxics.

We grow to shake hands with many encounters and learning situations. They mold us and they eventually become who we're. Our habits and all that we're come down to what we observe and eye excitedly in this full-of-meanderings journey.

Yassin and I rode a taxi back home. He went to his house and I did. He played the game and I watched this excessively cool TV show, entitled,'' house.'' I got influenced and he did. For the next few days, you may find him walking around with a knife, squealing and fighting nonexistent enemies. For the next few days, you may find me limping, because I may think that it's cool being a Hugh Laurie, or playing all rational and cocky in case of a wiser imitation!

Maybe one day I will have a son or daughter. How challenging raising them will be! I am strenuously learning, seeping in what I believe in the most upon qualified observations. With all the madness running in streets, it sure will be a challenge raising good men and women with a dream of innovative and authentic religious representation and worldly success.
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: The situation highlighted.

The fight within

2010-09-06T16:26:00.000-07:00

''How---How can you be this subtle?'' I demanded weakly.

An eerie grin spread slowly across his frightening face.

I exhaled wearily. This wasn't my first time to get overpowered by him.

I felt so weak at that memorable moment. I felt weaker than ever.

'' Well,'' he started gruffly, '' It's not subtleness on my part, Muhammad. It's your overflowing urge to take steps closer, alleging your ability to pause short before falling downhill.''

I arched my slender, bony shoulders forward. Heavy silence rolled over; the sort of silence that assigns displeasing noise to heart pluses and clock ticks.

I gazed up at him wistfully. He seemed to be thriving mischievously upon my glumness.

I can't give up, I thought to myself. I have to keep trying. I know I can nail it.

'' OH! I HEARD THAT. HOW PATHETIC OF YOU, '' he screeched outrageously.

He rolled his eyes and laughed his head off, jeering at me mercilessly.

'' Give me a break,'' he scolded. '' I guess it may be easier for you to voice-record your lousy, desperate statements instead of reiterating them in futility.''

His sentences impaired me. They sounded disheartening in startling ways.

He had jagged teeth. A dark, formidable face, smeared with cruelty. Tall, bony fingers, studded with edgy fingernails. Huge nostrils pouring out hot, sour exhales.

His grin grew wider in congruence with my growing feebleness.

'' AHHHHHHHH!!!'' I shouted out shrilly.

'' I am resenting this. I can't bear the stifling bitterness of defeat that engulfs me every time you win,'' I confessed powerfully.

'' Aw! Heartbreaking this is,'' he shot back, snickering.

I felt my anger growing furiously. I let out hardly audible growls through clenched teeth.

'' Look. I am being plain. I am just trying to spare you the cruelty of further defeat. You got to give up on trying. You tried strenuously, didn't you? I was there, every night you made solemn promises. You sounded so sincere and determined. I've always wished for you to succeed. But you never do. It sure does feel awful, Muhammad. It sure does wear you out. For a thousand times, I've seen you slumping glumly on chairs and couches. I've watched you growing more defeated and weak,'' he reported, sounding concerned.

I covered my face with both hands, pressing my fingertips tightly against my temples.

Is that it? Am I condemned to fail regardless of what? I thought to myself.

'' But this doesn't make sense!'' I exclaimed in confusion.

He rested his scrawny, ugly looking hands on my shoulders. '' Go sprawl idly on your bed, Muhammad. Slide into what you cannot change and wish desperately to atone for things that cannot be redeemed. You're weak and it sure is hard for you, come to terms with that, will you?'' he advised with his beady, overly black eyes trained on me as if telling me to stop being such an idiotic whiner.

'' You sure are the devil,'' I chocked out.

'' Literally and figuratively, Muhammad, literally and figuratively,'' he grinned proudly.

His eyes twinkled devilishly.

I staggered to my feet and started out my room's door.

On my way out of the room, I paused short, eying myself wistfully in the mirror.

Do you know how it feels to own so many dark secrets. Do you know how it feels to have this huge void between who you're in the eyes of many and who you're in the eyes of yourself? Do you know how it feels to feel bullied, and shockingly unable to stand your ground for more than a few fast-pacing seconds?

Well, that's how I felt at this stifling moment; defeated, bullied, and overpowered by the many devils mocking my consecutive failures.

I can't, I can't let him triumph again. When will this closed circle break for a change? Am I really entitled to fail ceaselessly? I thought to myself in severe frustration.

I leaned my scraggy arms on the counter, across from the mirror.

I awaited him to scoff at my thoughts, but he did not. It seemed as if he found it suffice to shove me to a place where the ground is slippery, where no further shoves are needed to send a human with gnawing burdens to the edge of consuming darkness.

I needed something to cling to. Something to stop me from sailing down and monstrously failing face down on cold, stiff grounds.

'' Help me---''

I failed to continue. I remember formerly promising myself to no longer seek the aid of Allah. I remember giving up on myself and accepting to mistreat my soul. I remember classifying myself as unworthy of forgiveness and mercy.

But it really felt hard to keep failing till Allah knows when!

Tears trickled down my puffy cheeks. I quivered and convulsed at the feebleness of my reflection. I attempted to blurt out the pain but nothing came out but mournful squeaks.

No longer was it easy for me to resist the urge to tumble down, declaring my crucial need of Allah's help.

Don't get me wrong. I wasn't defying. I just reached a level where I simply gave up on the goodness within me. You know how it feels, right? To shudder and quiver when you know that Allah forgives us regardless of how ugly and shameful our sins are, yet you still can't accept the idea that Allah can forgive you, not because of your weak faith in him but because of your potent sensations of guilt that reprimand remorselessly.

Maybe it's valid to sometimes justify your weakness. To rise up again, more determined than ever and shake off the devil resting comfortably on your shoulders.

I cleared my throat, attempting to drown the mournful sobs by any sound that can escape my clogged throat.

'' Help me Allah. Forgive me, please,'' I pleaded mournfully.

I fell on my knees hardly to the ground and raised both of my hands, seeking shelter from the one who lured me into favoring sinning till it depleted me.

My mind stuffed with thoughts, I murmured away to myself, repeating the name of the one I need the most. Tears kept flowing down my cheeks, failing to the ground with a soft plop.

I felt weaker at that moment, yet not the kind of weakness that can you fear disclosing. I sobbed till it hurt my eyes and made everything a blur. I grabbed the Qur'an and sprawled peacefully on my side, clutching the holy book as if clutching to something that implies a healing value.

The sobs and cries pacified me. I felt as if in a state of surrender. I fiddled with the Qur'an's bookmark, breathing slowly, gazing up the ceiling.

Reiterating religious versus in an attempt to shove myself to righteousness one more time, I scrambled to my feet, gripping the Qur'an firmly.

I trotted to the mirror, this time eying myself with a less tensed spirit.

I can't give up, I thought to myself again. I know that I can nail it this time and stick to my beliefs.

I felt as if in Allah's aid. I heard him scolding me no more. Maybe because I chose to resort to the aid of the one I formerly refrained from intently. You know, it's like when a kid goes out without his mother's permission. At such times, it seems valid for cruel creatures to tear him into pieces. He should have told Mummy before leaving his shelter.

Feeling calmer and steadier, I made a new promise; a promise that I breached a thousand times yet a promise that I cannot give up on; a promise to change to what suits me best.
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Trying to give myself further reasons to keep edging forward by writing about how hardships should be challenged.

Excuse me Sir, are you a loser :)?

2010-09-01T16:06:00.000-07:00

Most of the concepts I choose to write about are inspired by thorough observation. I back some concepts by articles that I read on trusted websites, and choose to reinforce the rest by personal observations that have been proved to be valid and applicable through behavioristic consequences.

Despite the cruel labeling on my part, I decided, in this article, to divide individuals according to the principles and core beliefs that stimulate their choices and patterns of thinking.

Let's start by fixing this idea; there are two kinds of adopted psychological tendencies: those belonging to ambitious, oriented and successful individuals and those embraced by the less able to be persistent and determined-It's obvious how strenuously I am trying to not be offensive!

Each sort of individuals possesses three distinct core functional principles. Of course, the three principles of the less able to be persistent are opposite to the ones who are adopted by the ambitious and successful.

Here are they:

1: Justifying/rationalizing

*Frankly, justifying is a spectacular tool; it requires the least effort and it simply gives you a reason to do things. Justifying, simply put, is the ability to validate actions regardless of their faulty nature by relying on external factors such as individuals possessing similar actions. It heals to resort to atmospheres in which you can find your doings, even if wrongful, acceptable. It inspires a satisfying sense of security. Rarely do i find obnoxious patterns of behaviors conducted by a sole individual; he/she is probably seeking psychological shelter in being a part of something bigger to alleviate their innate resistance to defy righteousness. So, whoever finds it unnecessarily strenuous to pursue a goal or achieve a dream, goes running frantically, searching for dreamless slackers to thrive upon.

Justifying is the art of validating. Some people are really good at giving themselves a reason to reassure their choices. Not every adopted justification is a reflection of failure, however. We sometimes need to justify to deter ourselves from sliding into stifling frustration. Imagine, for example, somebody who has just been to the gym for the first time in his life-based on a true story! If this individual happened to see all of these muscled and puffy guys, working out, bumping into each other's chests, how will he be able to temporarily come to terms with his scraggy arms and slender shoulders without adopting a justification that may sound like, '' Well, I've just started. It's certainly ok for me to be in this way. They sure weren't born like that! I know that I can outdo them someday!''

*Rationalizing, on the other hand, thrives upon renewable internal beliefs. People pursuing success, generally speaking, finds it doable to pace alone. You don't need somebody escorting you if you know where you're going, right? But you certainly need company if pacing aimless. It makes it less tense for your heart to look at somebody and know that he/she is as lost as you're. It gives you a reason.

If you're a justifier, you do things according to reasons. Also, if you're a rationalizer, you do things according to embraced reasons. The crucial difference lies within what stimulates your actions. If you chose not to study, you would probably resort to the difficulty of the subjects and how lousy the lecturers are as reasons by which you can console and feed your desire to not study. On the other hand, if you chose to study, you would resort to how you should not allow barriers and difficulties to hinder you from implementing your goals regardless of what.

In a nut shell, rationalizing is the tool of the ambitious and oriented to survive, whereas justifying is a tool of those who hide among cheering crowds.

2: Seeking self-acceptance/social belonging:

*Generally, self-acceptance is not congruent with wanting to socially belong. It is correct that belonging is securing in startling ways. When you pull on your costly pair of jeans and your sleek-looking original converse, you feel a part of something. You observed this life style being manifested and you got impressed by the social groups that adopt this particular appearance. When you wore them and paced across knots of people, it made you feel confident and secure, simply because you satisfied a gnawing need to belong.

We also yearn for social belonging in terms of being recognized and acknowledged. Nothing draws gleefulness upon withered faces as strong as appreciation and recognition do; they gift a sense of self-worth and value; they temporarily toss away the thoughts that devalue you, bringing back the memories and dark secrets that nobody knows about; the secrets that ruin and consume in the darkest ways of all.

When an individual starts running out of internal reasons to feel contended, he/she starts resorting to the praises and flattery to reignite his/her sense of value and importance. Gradually, this dire tendency to build satisfaction upon social-belonging grows more powerful and addictive. In its worst phase, you turn into a helpless addict, searching hysterically for a better reflection of one's self. It's when your desire to socially belong grows at the expense of your willingness to self-accept. It's when you favor sinning to satisfy sinners over self-accepting and rectifying to cure yourself.

*Self-acceptance, on the other hand, comes down to caring about your well-being more than anything else. It requires a solid determination tinged with righteous selfishness. Seeking self-acceptance can sometimes fail to correspond seeking social belonging, because, usually, each need requires different tenets to adopt.

Coming to terms with who you're requires you to see healthy reflections in privately owned mirrors and in the mirrors of everybody else. It's when they eye you favorably while you fail to do likewise that you lose in the most unfortunate ways of all.

Recognized roads to success harbor signs, cautioning you from responding to a need to belong at the expense of a soul treated remorselessly. It's a sensitive equation that you need to balance.

3: Defensiveness/openness:

*The 2 in 1 process that almost all of us utilize: Defend & justify. It sucks being accused, right? I mean, even if the accusation is valid, it simply sucks. Sentences like '' YOU'RE WRONG" seem to successfully trigger in us a need to defend. It's an innate and spontaneous need, followed by a deluge of justifications to save face. This trait is truly unfavorable. It only belongs to the deficient in maturity. It simply bruises your ego to endeavor to apologize. You feel massive resistance inside of you that you have to fight fiercely to triumph. When your baby brother/sister blows your cover, and catches you off guard in a situation when you failed to do the right thing, you aggressively embark on defensing and defensing till it wears out the one you're talking to; till it causes him/her to dislike addressing you. Why? Because you refuse to admit wrongfulness; because you're too cocky and boastful to be labeled wrong.

In another words, defensiveness, followed by justifying, pertains to your inability to characterize yourself as wrongful. Obviously, this perceptual belief is counterproductive to success, because openness and self-awareness requires you to fancy knowing your weak spots and work on them- too idealistic?

*Openness, which is closer in meaning to surrendering, is choosing to listen with something more than your ears. Openness comes in conjunction with a desire to grow more mature; the more you favor self-development and growth, the more you will desire feedbacks and reviews about you perform to further rectify your mistakes and weak points. The more maturely you embrace openness, the less defensive you will grow, appreciating criticism, regardless of its kind.

Justifying/rationalizing, seeking self-acceptance/social belonging, and defensiveness/ openness approaches are the extremes located on different sides. You don't have to be 100% open, rational, and self-accepted to be characterized as successful, you have to be inclined to adopt these tenets instead of the other ones more likely though-I might have written this paragraph to further justify not 100% committing to what I've just written!

Success is strenuous; it is demanding and it can wear you out before reaching the end of the road. Pursue it with persistence and take the time to analyze your life and beliefs to see if they require modifications.
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Extensive observation of myself.

Life style no. 52

2010-08-17T12:42:00.000-07:00

August 17th, life style no. 52 is in trial. Hopefully, this one will generate success. I feel weaker. I have been the subject of fifty one attempts. Every one of them consumed the best off of me. I am resting my scraggy arms wearily on the keyboard, trotting out words in vulnerability. I aspired 51 times for happiness. Failure seems to desire me. Failure hurled me to the ground 51 times. 51 attempts to adopt different life styles in an addictive search for spiritual harmony have been conducted.

We come with labels dangling loosely from our earlobes. We think of ourselves as newly bought t-shirts; we tear off the labels with impunity. Some labels caution us; they urge us to comply with regulations. I've torn 51 labels; I've discarded 51 warning to reaching happiness. Here I am, sprawling feebly on my bed, declaring 51 different types of failure. The holy book has been abandoned on dust-covered shelves. The Qur'an has been left, untouched. Another 51 books have been read. I've walked in 51 roads. They all ended in agony and confusion. They all ended in a bruised soul, consumed gruesomely from pursuing catchy mirages. I admit complete uselessness in seeking what leads to unlabeled places; to wrecked towns falsely referred to as heavens. I urge you to not go there. There are 51 towns that I've visited. Clouds roll over their bleak skies. They're silent towns, with crickets screeching nosily. They are gusty. Winds pick up speed and shove whoever passes by these towns; these winds shove aggressively, hustling whoever passes by them to the ground, face down. Caution them, caution the glamour, and caution mistreating your soul. Caution the 51 towns of stifling sadness and agony. Caution looking into clear mirrors and seeing a dark reflection of a very handsome-looking figure. Beware of the beast within. Beware of a call that comes from inside; a call that induces visiting any of the 51 silent towns. Beware of yourself and how it can drag you down. Resort to the dust-covered book, shelved within your reach, resting peacefully with a mystifying charm. Sift through its pages, eye it thoroughly. Let it cure a soul that has been killed for 51 times; Gunned down with false ambitions.

Listen, listen carefully. Rest your hands gingerly on your pounding chest. Every pound is a call sent from within. No, it's not your heart pumping steady streams of blood; it's your soul pounding wearily on your aching chest. Interpret the encoded signals; they're squeaky screams for help, listen before they turn into consuming invisible stabs. Life style no. 52 is in trial. It sure will imply failure. I know, even before adopting it. I know it's a choice inspired by wrongfulness. Another journey I am going to embark on; another crowds I will chase; another glamour floating aimlessly in the air will be pursued. Another me will ache, silently will my soul suffer. They will spot my meticulously drawn smiles; they will presume that I am happy. The dust-covered book should regain its luster before I ache for good. I need it; I need its owner. I implore for his help. I resorted to 51 owners of 51 silent towns and they've failed me painfully. I no longer want to walk alone in silent airs, bathed in shimmering street lights, standing in for the blanketed moon, covered by thick swarms of clouds. I want to taste something instead of bitter drinks. I want to embrace comfort. I need to poke my soul with a jagged wooden stick, knowing that it will dawn vigorously.

Caution passing by evil silent towns. Carefully read what's on their wrecked polls. Spin around swiftly whenever you hear hungry creatures shuffling eerily, stretching their hands in front of them, wanting another you to thrive on. Beware of the glamour, the addictions and pains shall run past you peacefully if you held on to the book that casts its protective spills on your squashed spirit.

The dust-covered book on the low shelf, the bookmark resting between the first two pages. Hoist it highly in your hands, silently eye its words. Meditate carefully, and let it heal your spirit, let it spare it the 51 stabs and bring it back to life. August 17th, life style no.52 shall be abandoned wisely.
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: A moment of stifling shame.

Life's good, Islam's awesome!

2010-08-11T09:49:00.000-07:00

It bruises your ego. You reach out reluctantly for your cell phone. It's in you, the desire to be the starter. You attempt vigorously to press your fingertips firmly against the round buttons, you sense something determined inside of you urging you to not make this call though. You believe that this initiative will weaken you; you believe that it will belittle yourself in front of many. It's a fake thought that your ego plants carefully inside your mind. It's a reason your boastful self is sending silently to impair your will.

I knew surely that he's mistaken. Frankly, I found calling him to send my greetings and asking about him a really unacceptable act. After all, he's the one who decided to refrain from dealing with me. Whenever I found myself starting to consider calling him or sending him a message, I found thousands of opposing thoughts, sponsored by my ego, gushing mercilessly into my mind. These thoughts enhanced my perception of the situation; they killed every voice in me that has been trying to implore me for being a real influential Muslim who embraces humbleness, and cares passionately about people even if these people owe me.

But NO! This is Ramadan, a holy month in which I should seek purification and Allah's forgiveness. He's mistaken, I know. It is hard and it is killing me, I am absolutely aware of that. But I really want him to understand that I harbor no grudges. We've been together in college for 3 whole years. Yes, maybe we are different. Maybe it is true that we possess different traits. Maybe it was the right thing to simply desire not dealing with each other again. But I still am kindly supposed to melt my prejudices, and call him with a gleeful and sincere tone, wishing him, from the bottom of my heart, a pleasant Ramadan and a truly satisfying life.

Mummy and Daddy named me ''Muhammad.'' They sure did that for a reason. They had expectations. They had a child held gingerly in their hands, twitching and tumbling about naively. They aspired that he would be something of significance one day. They desired that this little Muhammad would be a good, influential Muslim. I do not want to fail them. I do not want to fail Allah and serve as another pacing human, coveting what pleases him transiently. I really love Islam. I know that I rarely do represent it beautifully. I know that I am stuffed with repulsive strains and worthy of change traits. But I really do love Allah and my beautiful amazing Islam. I want to represent it. I want to taste its goodness in every prayer, in every time I happily shake hands with a brother.

You have no idea. The way it feels to log on this life style. The misconceptions sent purposefully are your worst enemy. The way it feels to eye those who pray earnestly is heart melting. How they oppose, and how they embrace what's in their best interest. How they advise with pure intents, how they care and how willing they’re to support and tolerate the hurtful comments of those who have a flair for condemning with a fragile understanding. It belittles and devalues our instinctive love for life. It urges us to change our life and squash our egotistic tendencies to listen only with ears and see with blind eyes.

Let's make the best use of Allah's provision of mercy in this month. Let's call everyone. Let's give a hand, fast to sense the bitterness of spending homeless nights without something to eat. Let's come to terms with our vulnerable nature. Let's not allow the carefully stitched brand names and sleekly designed cars lure us into thinking that we're of a more sophisticated nature. Let's thank the only one who's worthy of thanking endlessly. This month is a boon. It's a chance to embracing happiness and living sincerely and goodly.

Choose happiness; love your creator to dazzling extents. Value the blessings you have in your life. Enjoy the amazing way it feels to tilt a cold bottle of water and gulp down the resource that Allah gifted us; the resource that we take for granted and never pause short to value its existence.

Enjoy Ramadan everybody; enjoy being dazzling representatives of Islam :).
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: The 1st day in Ramadan :) !

Care about us

2010-08-06T10:39:00.000-07:00

Sometimes we spurn to get implored for acceptance. Sometimes we murmur loudly to ourselves to get the attention of whoever is passing by our rooms. Sometimes it gets complicated. Sometimes, despite of how strong our core values are, we feel unwilling to resist the urge for tumbling down, without any consideration for what tolerates no slackness. We're creatures of a fragile emotional nature. We don't respond to impertinent orders. We fail to favorably perceive unkind remarks. Bear with us kind reader for our willingness to change is great only if you understood how to handle us subtly.

We plead with you to pause short whenever you see us sobbing breathlessly. Oh Kind reader, if only you knew how deep the wounds that your words can carve in us hurt. We refuse to point our fingers at you accusingly though, because we can be wrongful often without being aware. Sometimes we are the cheering crowd that makes it harder for you to bond with Allah. Sometimes we are the ones that you pray for. But we reluctantly refuse to believe that it's always our fault. Oh kind reader, if only you knew how to advise, how to pat us on the shoulder with compassion in times of great distress and pain.

We know that you mean no harm when conversing with us blatantly. We know that you harbor good intentions when advising us, sometimes with hurtful recklessness. We know that we usually respond with repulsive defensiveness, justifying to shocking extents. Bear with us kind reader, be a genial and passionate role model. Don't collapse when we need someone to look up to the most. Attempt vigorously to stand your ground when you find us fumbling frantically for someone to take us out of the burdening darkness. Oh kind reader, if you only knew how susceptible we're to change.

Sometimes it takes stifling patience to actively listen to us. Sometimes we cause you to lose hope, and desire choosing to not address us again. We know, and we sincerely apologize for every time we made it easier for you to believe in our inability to embrace goodness. But please kind reader, choose to be persistent. Choose to lavish care and empathy on our bruised souls. Don't pace and leave us sprawling idly on cold grounds. Oh kind reader, if only you knew how in need we're of what will cost you nothing at all.

Search for us kind reader. We reside everywhere. Sometimes we're a sad mummy, an insecure sister or a solitary friend. Sometimes we're the ones who gift trust to those who fail to treasure it. Sometimes we are the boastful, egotistic crowds who alienate the good ones away. Whoever we're, address us with unchangeable faith in our goodness. If you managed to do that, kind reader, we promise you satisfying reactions. We will no longer scowl and slide into warm beds with insecurities smothering us. We will no longer wail and whine. That's a solemn promise, kind reader.

Be lavish in your praise, kind reader. Listen to us when we need more than just a receiving ear. Help us and don't condemn our actions swiftly without exploring our dying spirits. Lets dismiss the former memories. Lets reconsider our roles. You, kind reader, be sincere and kind in your attempts, and we promise you rapid responses and true appreciation of your doing. Even if we failed to change, we promise you long passionate kisses and affectionate hugs as a sign of appreciation. We will not ask you to put your life on hold and slide into depression with us. All we're asking you to proffer is well-designed advices, sweet and lifting remarks, and heart-warming hugs. Oh kind reader, believe in our words for there are reflective of a true desire for dramatic change.
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Helping my sister with a problem that troubled her, and seeing the satisfying effect of the help i rendered.

Get a grip !

2010-08-03T12:52:00.000-07:00

You can be the slack, tumbling about in bed idly, refusing to adjust your eyes to the bright day light. You can be a loser. You can choose to not be a loser. It's not rocket science, its one defining choice that you adopt. Lose the justifications; they're becoming really absurd. Stand your ground. Quit disliking the reflection you spot in mirrors, you're responsible for creating it anyways. Want to change it? Then get a move on and do it! You have the time. Don’t fall for the voices that your state of passiveness creates. Yea, some problems loom large in our minds; some problems intimidate to a terrifying extent. It still is your responsibility to believe in the possibility for change to eventually realize it.

Be a man, be a coward. Be a loser, be successful. Fail or succeed. Change or wallow in your justifications. It's your choice, your consequences. Trust me, the world will keep pacing. It won't sympathize with people languishing in their homes. It will keep gifting success to those who deserve it and cast failure on those who earned it. You don't need sheer brilliance to tumble to the reason behind life. It's simple and it's entirely dependent on you.

You're what you choose to be. Cut the crap and face it. Justifications are like pain killers, caution get addicted to them; they put your life on pause for god's sake, COME ON! Confront yourself with repulsive honesty. Realize your problems and, more importantly, DO SOMETHING ABOUT THEM. Life does not pace upon well-paved roads; it paces upon beliefs and concepts. If yours are erroneous and faulty then they will hurt your life as hard as jagged road bumps damage newly bought cars.

Believe that you can and you will. It takes real gallantry to stand for what you believe in and abstain from being an idler. They all speak of negativity and corruption. They all criticize and condemn. Life is really getting mundane and dull. It's being blackened and deemed cruel. No, this is not true. No, you will choose to oppose and promote for otherwise. You're willing to do that and you understand that you're held liable for your decisions. Prove them wrong and emerge as a source of influence. Be consistent regardless of what.

Life needs you. It needs the change that you're considering. It needs you to realize it and make it more than just a flashing thought. Bright it up, realize, target, aim and achieve with precision. Life values whoever colors it with colorful crayons. Choose the color that appeals to you the most but refrain from being another pessimist coloring the world in pure.
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Growing more resentful of negativity & passiveness.

THE VERY POSITIVE ME :)

2010-07-30T05:59:00.000-07:00

I wearily hurl myself to bed every night around 12:30 am after a gruesomely exhaustive day of work. The ''falling asleep'' process became strictly associated with shrill groans and moans. I literally feel every muscle aching turbulently. I feebly murmur away to myself, reiterating what hilariously demonstrates my severe physical exhaustion.

My name is Muhammad Hazem Sherif. With undue confidence, I refer to myself as the '' very positive me.'' I am an exhaustion fiend; I lust the way it feels to ache due to extensive effort. I covet the attentive posture that I adopt when actively listening to respectful individuals offering me valuable and pertinent knowledge. I will remain consistently positive regardless of how confidently pessimistic the people around me ''choose'' to be. I strictly believe in the virtue of influencing, and it is certainly my main passion to convey what can sculpture ''change.''

I wake up every morning at 7:00 am sharp, usually returning home around 6:00 pm. I am conclusively training in a firm that potently satisfied my hardly satiable learning aspirations. I usually have crash courses lasting for four hours, from 6:00 pm to 10:00 pm after work. On Fridays & Saturdays, I attend other extensive courses that represent my main interest. I love how hard I am trying and how painful it physically feels. I love how determined I am and how averse to passiveness and negativity I am. I have unchangeable objectives, and I am strenuously pursuing them with persistence.

Endeavoring continuously to bond closely with Allah gifts me a remarkable immunity to experiencing what depletes the human spirit and deters it from desiring remarkableness. Choosing to smartly market for my core values and tenets inspires me with unmitigated confidence and contentment. I am Egyptian and I will keep repulsively rejecting whoever devalues the possibility for initiating major changes by sincere individualistic attempts.

''I'' have a goal. I do not simply wish for it to come true while sprawling idly on comfortable beds. I have bad strains and I will keep attempting manically to wipe them out. If Allah wishes, I will certainly reap the consequences I chose to receive. I love life for it is a phase through which we all have to go to reach higher dimensions. I do not gloat over my achievements because that's how I can get ferociously dragged down. I overly question the effectiveness of what I do to addictively covet more of what adds value to my life and responsibly affect the people around me.

I am the very positive me. I will keep pacing passionately regardless of what. I will consistently keep promoting for my cause that is free of individualistic ambitions. This is what I chose to be.
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Feeling unduly content with my continous achievments, el hamdu-lelah :).

Psychological mechanisms to survival

2010-07-21T14:37:00.000-07:00

Every category of individuals possesses a well-designed psychological mechanism for survival; a mechanism that ensures a relatively stable contentment regardless of how adverse the surrounding environment may be; manipulating the well-being of these psychological mechanisms lead to hurtful repercussions, jeopardizing the world's harmonious pace.

The ignorant's mechanism for survival is believing in the sufficiency of his knowledge; this perceptual belief ensures a constant stream of satisfaction with respect to his current intellectual potentials. One may argue that this perceptual belief is a trick that should be debunked. That is, an ignorant should be confronted blatantly with his severe deficiency in knowledge.

Individuals that we perceive as deficient in knowledge or sufficient in ignorance thrive on creating stable mindsets that can help them settle for the lack of enhanced competencies. To many of us, such mindsets seem repulsive and symptomatic of a severe lack of pursuable goals. Why? Because we possess different psychological mechanisms; the psychological mechanism for survival of a highly ambitious and determined individual may be questioning the sufficiency of the gained knowledge regardless of how hard he/she tries. Such mechanisms ensure aggressive attempts to pursuing knowledge, resulting in implementing superb and mind-blowing achievements.

The gruesome disruption occurs when individuals with highly productive psychological mechanisms choose to ferociously diminish the importance of individuals with other existing psychological mechanisms, such as the one that the deficient in knowledge possess or the one with a standardized organizational position that entails applying unchangeable steps possess-For instance, packaging a precise type of products. What a satisfyingly large number of people do not comprehend is the significance of having other psychological mechanisms present.

Lets briefly project a simple example. In large and complex organizations that entail numerous departments, every effort is valuable regardless of its nature. Marketers cannot simply exist without having a cost accountant formulating exhaustive calculations. The research and development department cannot develop cool-looking packages unless the product gets manufactured in the first place by the production department who require less innovative people so they can adapt to the consuming routine found in carrying out constantly repeatable steps. So, it is valid to signify the importance of having categories of individuals with different psychological mechanisms to smartly adapt to the environment they're a part of.

It may be a fact that a production engineer truly lacks a high level of innovation. However, what the marketer, for example, do not understand is that he/she lacks the physical potential to supervising first-line workers for hours, giving orders and wisely bossing people around to get day-to-day operations conducted. So, the worldly fact that people are placed in categories has an unquestionable rationale behind it. It is not placed so those who are on the top of the pyramid can look down on those in lower levels, but so those who are on the top thoroughly understand that they could have not made it without having the lower levels piling up to finally create a top and final level of superiority. That's why the success of any organization is entirely dependent on managing the workforce intelligently as it is the only way to help create success. Managers don't coach themselves when they observe a decline in performance; they coach those in lower levels because the survival of the top level is dependent on the empowerment and support of the lower building blocks.

Current marketing efforts have contributed severely to disrupting the harmony between different classes of individuals. As mentioned above, lower levels are to be appreciated due to their importance in supporting the existence of higher levels. Capitalizing on this deviation in respect of the financial aspect in social categories to sell more to the rich categories at the expense of emphasizing the poorness and regularity of the lower ones has generated profound feelings of hatred between each category. It's one of the prominent reasons that made the significant building levels of a society perceive themselves as invaluable due to the extensive efforts dedicated to those who possess more attractive financial resources. This palpable segmentation associated value to classes at the top of the pyramid and diminished the significance of those in the lower parts, causing their psychological mechanism to fail to provide them with perceptual satisfaction.

It is crucial to urge those with egotistic and limited perceptions about the world to reconsider their perceptions seriously. Every environment is based upon a set of integrated human potentials to help create a structure. The reason why there are people at the lower levels of social structures is that there has to be such levels in any hierarchy to serve as a component in an overall shape. Every component has a very unique value of its own. Efforts seeking the reaping of profits at the expense of ensuring the well-being of every category's psychological mechanism created solid insecurities, gnawing ambitions to being a part of higher levels of social hierarchies, and forging unnecessary inner conflicts between different people from different social levels.

It is true that an individual's lack of knowledge can be repulsive to people owning shockingly different psychological mechanisms. However, it serves as a teacher's source of profit when the ignorant attempts earnestly to leap forward. It is true that people with a lower level of education possess vulnerable competencies, you cannot survive without them though as there are numerous occupations requiring a low quality of labor. It is true that a segmented society may help you perceive yourself pompously, but Allah surely knows your true colors that can disclose the fakeness of your money-based value.

Caution belittling those who do not belong to your social level. Your words or implied notes can cause the destruction of their psychological mechanism that Allah gifted them to adapt to their environments. Stop wondering how in the world are they living like this! Trust me, the world is too complicated for our self-centered perceptions to construe. You matter as well as everybody. If you possess a psychological mechanism urging you to keep leaping forward toward success then keep going. If you're familiar with the sensitive art of changing people without devaluing them, then you can urge somebody with humble ambitions and goals to make a better use of his/her potentials by possessing a new psychological mechanism without causing any harm during the process of changing mechanisms.

Those who value the deviation in social levels and perceive it as imperative succeed greatly. On the other hand, those who are irreverently stepping on low tables to reach higher will someday have their tables broken, causing them to fall face down painfully on the ground.

Appreciating others incur respect and appreciation. Having a healthy understanding of life catapults you to success. Familiarize yourself with the art of handling people. Shake off the prejudices and discover the world from other vintage points.
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Summer-training in a field different from my most prominent interest. It allowed me to acquire comprehensiveness with regard to the importance of other professions.

Age doesn't matter unless you're cheese!

2010-07-16T17:39:00.000-07:00

There's a filled cup and an empty one. The palpable difference between having an empty cup and an entirely filled one means, to a lot of people, that the filled one is obviously inclusive of value. Why? Because it contains a fluid, which is better than having the cup empty and unable of serving its main purpose which is being a container in which fluids get poured for drinking.

Let's apply this to the concept of time. Time is a resource. We all possess it, el hamdu-lelah. It resembles, in the demonstration communicated above, a cup. Time's chief purpose is getting filled. An hour experienced without practicing activities or actions of any kind resembles having the cup empty. On the contrary, practicing activities and actions serves as the fluids that stuff the cup.

So far, the concept is ridiculously clear! Well, allow me to elaborate on a specific aspect. The distinct separation between having an empty hour and a filled one is provokingly evident. The problem lies within another aspect though. It's simply about stuffing the cup with artificially made juices instead of natural and pure ones. That is, consuming the 24 hour resource but in activities that resemble impressively wrapped boxes with gifts of little value inside.

It's impractical to have your time resource resembling an empty cup, because we all practice activities. So, broadly speaking, everyone's cup is full. The question is, filled with what? What sort of intellectual, spiritual, and physical actions do you practice on a daily basis?

The problem with a lot of people is viewing the age as the most reliable determinant of many factors such as competency. This is not true at all. Because, according to the concept of the efficiency and effectiveness in utilizing the time resource, your numeric existence represented in your age is not reflective of a measurable amount of wisdom or maturity. Why? Well, let's allude to the case of a regular 30-year old individual. Let's assume that he watches the television for 3 hours per day. An hour and a half of the entire 3 hours are spent watching comedy shows that are based upon the concept of humorous silliness to evoke laughter. The other hour and a half are allocated among watching News channels, religious shows, and documentaries, ideally speaking. In addition, he sleeps for 8 hours per day. Meaning, so far, that there are 8 hours spent for the purpose of regaining physical strength (sleeping) + 3 hours inclusive of a 1.5 hour of value (Watching pertinent and beneficial material that directly adds to intellectual and spiritual value).

Let's assume that another 8 hours are spent in working, entailing a 0.5 hour wasted due to lack of punctuality + 50 to 60 minutes consumed in gossiping + a one hour break+ 30 minutes consumed along the day in the form of separate minutes- Chatting with co-workers, slacking off, going out for smoking a ciggeratte, etc.

Simply put, there are approximately 3 hours subtracted from the total 8 work hours, meaning that there are, ideally speaking, 5 hours spent in carrying out organizational tasks that adds up the to value of the firm.

This individual is 30 years old. That is, he has lived for 10950 days. By not considering the 1st 20 years of his/her life, the remainder 10 years in which he started perceiving himself/herself responsible for the actions conducted and their repercussions, he/she has lived for 3650 day. These days entail 8 sleeping hours, resulting in 29200 hours spent in physical recharging, 8 work hours, including 5 pure work hours, resulting in 12000 working hours ( 5 pure working hours x 5 days-Friday and Saturday are not working days- which equals 25 hour per week. 25 x 4 weeks= 100 per month. 100 x 12 months= 1200 working hours. 1200 x the last 10 years of his life= 12000 hours)+ 3 television-watching hours, including a 1.5 hour of value as mentioned above, resulting in 5475 hours of value ( 1.5 hours x the last 10 years which includes 3650 days= 5475) out of the total 3 hours spent. The remainder 5 hours, supposedly, are allocated among various activities such as family hang outs, conversing with his/her spouse, etc.

All in all, there are 8 hours sleeping+ 8 working hours+ 3 television-watching hours+5 hours spent in various practices, mostly family-related, resulting in a total 24 hour per day.

The above calculations assume that this individual has lived for 87600 hours in his final 10 years of the aggregate 30 years of age (24 daily hours x total 3650 days of the last 10 years= 87600 hours). By calculating precisely the value inclusive hours and the ones that lack value, we can conclude that age is not symptomatic of standard aggregate maturity, competence, or skills, because an individual who may be younger in age may have different equations demonstrating a more effective usage of time by sleeping for 6 hours, for example, instead of 8 , resulting in the presence of 2 hours that can tolerate the inclusion of valuable actions, or a more effective usage of leisure time by attending courses or summer-trainings. Therefore, the average technique of using time may provide a 20 year old with a higher rate of competency and perceptual intelligence than a 30 year old individual with less valuable inputs inserted to the time resource equations.

I can provide more detailed and accurate calculations that can numerically prove my point. However, I am utilizing numbers as a vehicle for conveying the righteousness of the concept and not for the sake of showing intellectual superiority in dealing with numbers.

The examples above shows that it's not about filling your time with mere practices, but investing soundly in time by practicing pertinent and useful actions that can help you yield a successful future as an output.

Facebook is one of the recent and most prominent time-consuming trends that managed to create an integrated internet world of delusional value that can lure you into spending ceaseless hours checking out your friends' pictures, searching for groups, moving randomly from profile to another (Facebook can surely be used in value-inclusive practices such as watching beneficial videos, reading important messages, etc.), resulting in spending value-free hours that are subtracted from the total number of value inclusive hours that your age represents. It's like having the cup with the sour and artificial fluids in it. True it is that your time is filled but with insignificant and invaluable actions which is not much different from having an empty cup.

Every passing hour never comes back. Life is significant when steered with intelligence. Never accept the intrusion of value-free hours in your life. It's impossible to absolutely reject their existence but attempt as strenuously and earnestly as possible to reduce their frequency, replacing them with value-inclusive actions that can be entertaining as well as beneficial.

Age is just a number. Disregard it. Simply focus on making every hour count. Exemplify the uniqueness you've always been thinking of. Break the impractical intellectual standards of the significance of being old to attain some goals. Innovate, influence, and think beyond borders.
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Wanting to rewrite an article i wrote before on the same subject in a more comprehensive and appealing way.

There's a control panel inside of you with big round reddish buttons !

2010-07-15T13:59:00.000-07:00

You have this large control panel inside of you. It is studded with big round reddish buttons. Each button is pressed by an operator; continuously active and robust operators that can't get enough of pressing the big reddish buttons.

Your control panel's operators bear the following names: Egotistic, Boastful, Pompous, Indignant, Righteous, etc. Each one of them is held responsible for pressing a button in response to sentences of a specific nature. Egotistic, for example, is responsible for pressing the '' defensiveness '' button. The hard-working operator entitled '' Egotistic,'' hops off his seat whenever you receive statements like, '' You're wrong, or, I told you!'' The operator scans the sentence for precise words and then automatically links them together, forming the passcode to pressing the defensiveness button.

Humans by nature are averse to being accused. A need for permanent righteousness is instilled in each one of us. This need urges us to respond rather defensively, justifying aggressively to save face. Figuratively speaking, the process resembles having a control panel with many buttons included, and operators who press the buttons in response to your immature tendencies. When somebody convicts you of wrongful behavior, the typical chain of reactions entails having the words addressed to you bumping hurtfully into your ego, consequently generating a defensiveness mechanism to ensure your psychological survival in the face of who is attempting to question your doings.

Similarly, other operators such as '' Pompous'' are responsible for pressing the '' Freeze in place and gloat over your previous achievements '' button. These operators represent personal attributes instilled in each one of us that contributes to the creation of immature reactions that contribute generally to missing out on many chances for enhancement and learning.

On a daily basis, our buttons get pressed ceaselessly by the restless operators. This process is sponsored by one prominent contributor, named '' immaturity ''. This sponsor secures the provision of the control panel as well as the heavy duty operators. However, as soon as you contract with immaturity's adversary, entitled '' Maturity,'' another control panel as well as another operators are rendered.

Let's presume, for instance, that a satisfyingly mature individual encountered a situation in which he has been blatantly accused of being mistaken or wrongful. The natural process of generating defensiveness is absent. The alternative process entails a perceptual belief favoring being mistaken as it is the most guaranteed way to better cultivating skills. So, in this case, the operator's name may be: Humility. The button's characterization may be '' Thanking those who help me in spotting my failures. ''

Responding immaturely to situations is a misfortune. Our ego deters us from making the best out of life; it belittles your willingness to apologize or admit blundering. It makes going down your knees and kissing Mummy's forehead a shameful act. It kills every chance to self-empowerment.

The quality of your life is entirely dependent on how you perceive life. Being egotistic, boastful, pompous, indignant, or excessively righteous is not in your best interest. These strains are counterproductive to growth. They gun chances down ferociously.

Attempt passionately to constantly break the automated chain of responding immaturely to life. Admit when wrongful. Dearly thank those who criticize. Be a stand out by your mature and poised responses to worldly encounters.
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Resuming using appealing clarifying ideas to stressing on valuable concepts.

Choose happiness

2010-07-08T15:30:00.000-07:00

I strictly believe in the invalidity of stable standards for characterizing facts. When you perceive the world according to pre-established standards, you're causing your mind to pace within confined lanes, depriving it from exploring what can add superiority to life.

Let me strenuously attempt to get my point across. As a starter, I am going to project a simple situation.

One may argue with a friend. It's a normal encounter. So, let's mark this as input number 1. Then, you may run into another friend, to find him scowling for a reason that you are not familiar with. Input number 2, alright? Then, finally, you may attempt to call another friend for the sake of hanging out to find him not answering. Input number 3. The step that your mind conducts after collecting the 3 inputs is the formulation of an output-An impression; for example: my friends are mad at me- through a process that depends upon adding up the 3 given inputs; that is, an assumption, stating that your friends have decided to shove the relationship downhill, will seep into your mind, inspiring the eruption of a set of negative sensations-feeling frustrated, for example.

So, now we clearly do understand that every perception of a particular encounter is formulated through a process that takes place regardless of being aware of it or not. Like, for example, the steady trickles of blood streaming down your skin; they're down there, flowing, moving from one place to another, even if you do not believe in the presence of the process. So, there's a process that takes place in your mind which eventually leads to forming precise feelings and perceptions, regardless of whether you believe that you can control the process or not.

Can we control the collection of inputs entirely? Absolutely not! Is being aware of the nature of inputs may help us modify or alter them? Yes! How? Well, let me elaborate on that.

Okay, so let's stick to the situation mentioned above. I am just going to integrate a technique in the middle. Assume that I used the technique I once wrote about, termed, '' validate your assumptions,'' which simply forces your mind to inquire and thus pose questions such as: How do I know that my friend is not answering me on purpose without having a proof supporting my assumption? Such questions cut through the mental automated process of formulating snap assumptions upon nothingness, in certain situations. So, yes you cannot control what inputs you do acquire on a daily basis; you cannot determine who will you meet today and what kind of feelings will they arouse in you-When somebody fumes at you for example, causing you to feel offended or insulted-, but you can definitely attempt earnestly to stop the inputs from getting into the production phase by replacing them with hand-made inputs. How? Well, think of happiness as number 15 and sadness as 20, for instance. So, in order to reach an output of the number 15, you have to insert, for example, a 8+7 input collection. The 8 component may be self-confidence, whereas the 7 component might be, figuratively speaking, a cool hang out. So, happiness is a result, and the inputs you experience create it.

In the example above, using the '' validate your assumptions technique,'' for example, serves as the hand that changes the 10+10 input collection leading to a 20 output of sadness into a 8+7 input collection, by for example, replacing frustration that resulted as a failure to understand why your friends are ignoring you to comfort due to knowing that it's just your mind forcing you to consider the worst, and that there's a probably suffice and satisfying reason why this misunderstanding took place.

When we acquire an awareness of how we function as human beings, we may succeed in attaining more control over what a lot of people choose to perceive as uncontrollable. The perceptual process of creating happiness, frustration, or sadness can certainly accept your interference to a certain extent.

One may evoke hurtful sensation when reviewing a picture of an old friend with whom he/she has broken up. This picture serves as a profound input to forging sadness. In such situation, when you feel the negativity climbing the walls of your mind, go read an article on how to deal with a loss, watch a supportive video that can serve as an input to a better mindset or talk with your Mum or Dad, your sister or brother, resort to those who can provide you with comforting sentences such as,'' You're a good individual, and you guys had to break up because of the irreconcilable conflicts.'' This sentence will replace the negativity or outperform it, helping you choose gleefulness as a perceptual consequence/output instead of severe frustration. However, the value of the positive element must equal or outweigh the value of the negative one; that is, you cannot replace severe depression with a pat on the shoulder; you have to replace it with what is as strong as the depression but in a positive form, to balance the equation according to the value of the inputs inserted. Also, you have to make sure that the input you receive will directly lead to the output you desire. In another words, one may sell you a 10 input to sadness and depression in the form of a 10 input to happiness, because sadness output is 20. Therefore it accepts the addition of 10+10, whereas the output to happiness is 15, which accepts the addition of 10+5. So, how can you make sure that the 10 you're adding is a a happiness input ten? By having strong values of any sort to deter you from failing for the deceptive techniques of selling delusional inputs to happines. For example, a Muslim or a believer in any other religion, generally speaking, may view drinking as forbidden. So, when you get offered a 10 input to happiness in the form of drinking, you will reject it because you know that you need certain types of inputs to create the result you desire, such as praying, working hard, being responsible, etc.

It is, therefore, crucial to understand what goes inside your mind. It's like finally observing the production process of a product that you have been using for years without being familiar with its production phase. Acquiring such insights and awareness is definitely empowering; it will help you gain more control over your life. It is surely going to help you view the formulation of feelings as an input-process-output phase. When you realize that, your focus will get solely trained on the quality of inputs found in your life.

''Choose'' happiness. Innovate, think beyond the deeply instilled boarders of routinized thinking, and experience the beauty of a life paced with sheer perceptual intelligence.
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Attempting to facilitate the understanding of certain processes through using business-related deomstrations.

Belief systems: Ain't they cool?!

2010-07-02T11:22:00.000-07:00

Okay, so I got my hair cut yesterday! I had to actually because it was getting thick and really long! Anyways, a friend of mine dropped by this morning, and we had a great time catching up. Before he was about to leave, however, I asked him what do you think of my hair cut, is it too short? Ahmed eyed me for a few seconds, shrugged, and said, '' I didn't even notice that you got your hair cut. It's long!'' Whoa, is he serious?! It's too short, but from his '' perspective,'' it is not! He usually cut his hair till it makes him look as if he's bald. I never did that though. I simply trim it so it can help me look neater!

So, let's sump it up; Ahmed and myself interpreted the word '' short'' in different ways, alright? It's actually pretty normal, because, when you get to think about it, there's no solid definition for the word short or long, far or near, beautiful or ugly, tall or short, right? They're all changeable standards that everyone possesses on a different level.

Let me narrate another situation. In an article that I recently read, a guy has been called due to this willingness to sell his house. The caller asked him whether it is near the beach or not, and the recipient responded with sheer confidence that it is! When the caller came for a quick check to assess the house, he was kind of surprised. He fumed at the man, telling him that it's not, by any means, near the beach. The seller responded, rather defensively, that it is, and the argument escalated!

So, what's the problem?! Is it near the beach or not? Is my hair short or not: D? Well, let me highlight something that we all possess: belief systems. It's what causes relative and rather unsteady interpretations of certain worldly measures.

The interpretation of beauty or ugliness, near distances or far ones, is forged by what we experience relative to such measures. If anyone, for example, happens to have family members who are 190-to-200 cm tall, this range of tallness will be perceived by the observer as rather ordinary, whereas another person whose family members are within the normal range-What's the normal range!?- will perceive the other person's family members as ''excessively tall!''

Most of us, confidently speaking, experience moments of utter confusion regarding the actions of others. One may sound like,'' How is he/she accepting wearing this?'' The confusion occurs because you perceive the standards of classiness or elegance from your own point of view, not putting into consideration the uncontrollable external social factors that shaped a different image with respect to classiness for this individual.

These considerably different interpretations are very beneficial, subhan-Allah! Imagine if the interpretation of beauty was singular, whereas every female and male possesses a unique facial structure as well as a physical one that may be inconsistent with this definition! These considerably different interpretations are structured for a prominent reason; they help each group of individuals with certain interpretations to cope harmoniously with their environment, while allowing others to do the same.

This is a worldly fact that, if understood, can spare us much confusion that arises as a result of not being able to correctly understand the other person's perceptions and initiatives.

So, next time you venture defining an indefinable concept, understand that you're solely doing this from your own point of view. Understand that perceptual differences are crucial to the survival of this universe. Ranchers don't think that milking cows is gross and that's why they do it. Imagine if they had the same perceptual interpretation of this act, how will you be able to get your nicely cooled bottle of fresh milk!?

Think globally, consider the existence of other understandings of life, and spare yourself the confusion!
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Reading an article on this subject and attempting to represent it in my own understanding of daily encounters.

Changing habits, changing lives

2010-06-29T08:44:00.000-07:00

Probably, for a very long time, you've been maintaining a standard pattern of living. Sometimes, you even fail to separate a day from another due to the severe similarity in the actions that take place in them. It's stifling and unhealthy to get caught up in a comfort zone that disapproves the inclusion of new, invigorating actions.

A relatively large number of us suffer from this spiritually depleting routine that sucks life out of its value. The time resource that every one of us possesses is consumed largely by the presence of certainly invaluable interests.

You already know that! Many individuals find it suffice to project social predicaments without suggesting radical solutions. You have the problem, and having somebody continually emphasizing it without offering help is shockingly irritating. Imagine somebody running into you every day, going like,'' Hey, you have issues. You're obese, your habits are all bad, etc.'' So, let's do something different this time, okay? I am going to suggest what I have been utilizing for a very long time. Techniques that allowed me to invest soundly in life and reap the sort of consequences that is favorable and healthy.

First, it all comes down to how you perceive life. Let's define, for instance, the term ''time.'' To successfully utilize it, you have to view it as a tool; as a resource you possess. It's more of an empty glass in which you pour investments, and when the glass is full; you get to taste what you've been pouring inside for years. Don't frown and show a disgusted face if you've been filling the glass with sour fluids or juices. So, what happens in return of a poor usage of possessed resources? Failure to meet objectives, indeed. Thus, understanding that you're entirely accountable for your way of spending your time, will help you nourish your tendency to be time-conscious, and will surely help you seek what's in your best interest by practicing what implies beneficial consequences.

No one likes to be termed as stupid, and you're surely not an exception! So, stop accepting to group-think. I've to tell you, there's nothing that feels as good as achieving and meeting expectations; it enhances your sense of self-worth and boosts your confidence incredibly.

What's also important in helping you change your habits is abstaining from justifying. Trust me, it's tricky. You can justify whatever you're conducting. But it's a process in which you solely fool yourself! If you desire changing a habit, realize the size of your problem. Yes, you have to confront yourself, and smartly consider the steps that need to be taken. And when you finally move ahead and start to change, you're going to awkwardly laugh whenever you remember how you used to justify not working out or not enhancing your skills.

Your habits shape your life. They serve as crayons that can forge a masterpiece or a poorly drawn panting. Your habits are the inputs that get automatically added together by subtle calculations in order to eventually provide an output. If you want the output, for instance, to be number eight, then insert what equates the number! If you want success, then gift life what it will surely perceive as reflective of effort and solid determination.

In order to get addicted to a habit, you've to ensure practicing it consciously for a few weeks, and then it will automatically get elevated into an unconscious level in which you will effortlessly practice life-sustaining habits. You're going to familiarize yourself with healthy eating habits, pertinent and sound intellectual efforts, and a whole new impressive quality of life.

Desire what's in your best interest. Integrate a 5-to-10- seconds thinking process before lapsing into unhealthy habits; attempt earnestly to break through the walls that you've self-made. Life is promising when it is colored with utter flexibility and innovation. Considering whatever is of an ethical value to you is essential of course, in order not to adopt courses of actions that are destructive and sinful.

Invest in practices that ensure sound returns. Ask those who have experienced a lot so they can aid you in accurately choosing the practices with the highest rate of return. Pamper yourself by only approving conducting what adds up to your skills and potentials.

Change your habits and embark on a drastically new quality of life: )!
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Succeeding in keeping up a healthy way of living for a satisfying period :).

Panadol Extra: Not the ultimate pain reliever after all!

2010-06-19T02:52:00.000-07:00

In my opinion, Panadol extra is wicked! It strips you off the headaches in a blink of an eye. Whenever you feel this condensed pain crawling up the walls of your mind, you start toward the room and fumble for another pacifying pill. It does the job. It's temporary though. You know that, right? It's like plugging a leak with a frayed towel to keep the water from gushing for the next couple of hours. So, yea, some temporary solutions are effective, but to what extent? Would you simply buy what is claimed to have a remedy without looking up the side effects?

No, I am not attempting to prejudice the guaranteed efficiency of a nicely packaged Panadol Extra. Well, maybe I will in another article! For now, I would like to prove something. We all use pacifying bills but in a different way. These bills are called JUSTIFICATIONS. They pacify the spiritual gnawing suffering by oppressing the shrill voice of your conscious or mental background voices. Whenever we conduct actions that we know to be deemed improper, we use this kind of bills to disallow US from consuming US-Lol?-!

Remember the last time you sensed this rising voice inside of you, the voice that you chose to create when you thought of certain actions as wrong; the voice that irritated you because of your current need to '' loosen up,'' and contradict yourself. Do you remember the bills that you rinsed down with some gulps of water; the observation of the normality of dating in a Walk to remember movie or the awesomeness of smoking portrayed by a Hollywood hunk in a summer blockbuster? Well, didn't these justifications guarantee an effect for a limited period of time? An effect that may sound like, '' oh well, everybody's doing it. Besides, I have no ulterior intents to being with her.'' This effect that the justification bill provides you with hypnotizes the sound in you and hustle it into an obligatory sleep, till it rises again at the middle of night, howling monstrously at the invalidity of your deeds.

These justification bills are distributed according to a deliberately installed plan. Melody, MTV Arabia, Mbc group, and our government's strenuous attempts to deform the image of religious commitment are the most prominent retailers for the globally recognized wholesaler: Anti-Islam! These sources offer life style images that induce attempts for mimicking and pursuing. They temporarily appease the righteous voices in you by creating a social surrounding that makes conducting precise actions more acceptable and less rejected.

We became pathetic addicts; languishing shockingly for a reason to swallow. Mummy and daddy maybe approving a relationship, your ''go with the flow'' buddies may be supporting your flirts and obscene gestures, or your infatuation with a singer or an actor whose actions are justifiable and favorable to you. The bills we swallow fill in the gaps; they form a fragile connection between our beliefs and actions. Because, regardless of what you believe in, some sort of rationale must be constructed to serve as the basis for your actions. A hard worker justifies his incessant initiatives by believing in the virtue of his actions that bring about success, whereas an idler justifies slacking off by belittling and mocking the initiatives of hard worker due to how futile they're!

You know, I've been using these bills for a very long time! I have been told that a more effective and healing solution is existent, but I actually preferred sticking to the colorfully packaged bills. Until I once experienced a specimen of this way of functioning that does not only raze the contradictions, but guarantees their ever-lasting absence. Like how an extensively promoted Unilever's product guarantees the elimination of dandruff! This irreplaceable solution is called ISLAM; its recognition is stifled by the strong-to excessively strong marketing efforts of those who promote for weaker and addictive solutions that drowned out the prevalence of the ultimately effective life style.

Try Islam out and refrain from those who market for counterfeit life styles that are under the category of Islam. Find out the real one from the most trusted retailers-Qur'an and Sunnah. The retailers that belong to the holy and valuable wholesaler: Allah!

One last thing; I am soaked with contradictions myself. I am not attempting to associate an image to myself. It's just that discovering the beauty of a life style obligates me to communicate the charm. We all do gulp justification bills even if they're a few, because humans are susceptible to sporadic falls and downbeat moments. However, you really should try the brilliance of being a real Muslim, because this is the one thing on earth that you shouldn't miss.

Don't consume your emotional energy pointing out other people's unholy moments of gulping down the bills. Better yourself up, think goodly of people, and discover the sheer greatness of Islam
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Utilizing innovative methods to presenting religious concepts

Dear American life, eat your heart out!

2010-06-07T09:26:00.000-07:00

I am at loss of words. I've experienced so many things; I've felt so many feelings. I remember, I remember clearly how being consumed felt. I remember staring blankly at my newly bought clothes and wondering why they're not making me feel happy; why they are not securing a need for comfort and serenity. I've always felt confused. Images and perspectives about how life should be lived inspired by Daniel Craig's utter attractiveness and the sacred beauty of the girls huddled around him, serving as a mere pleasure for a man's individualistic cravings. I've always felt blurred. They say that watching movies with values that contradict ours is ok as long as you're not practicing what is similar. I've been told to live it, to loosen up, to scramble away as soon as you see men heading to Mosques and religious lectures.

Whenever I sifted through a magazine or a newspaper, I saw the epitome of the allegedly perfect family, the off-beat mummy and daddy and the incredibly good looking kids, taking wide plunges in their fancy swimming pools. My eyes used to bulge, my mind embraced the image, and then I embarked on a journey of conceiving, of coveting this life. They told me with sheer confidence that in this pursuit of nothingness you will find happiness; that you will seize it like fast-running children, chasing colored butterflies in clear sunny days. Their words ignited a love for life for in me. Like everyone else, happiness is what I desire the most; Satisfaction and spiritual serenity.

They told me that the freedom of women lies with living up to the hype. That it's ok for them to wear what they desire, and that men should just get shoved to the ground whenever they leer salaciously at them. I didn't understand. I did what they said, but the vulnerable nature of mine spoke on my behalf. I found myself coveting, aspiring, wanting, and allowing my worldly ambitions to take the lead. It bewildered me to see their women getting abused, disrespected, craved, and betrayed. It amazed me how respected and feared those who manage to obscure their physical attractiveness were. Whenever they gossiped, they gossiped about the women of lure and enticement. They unleashed their mouths to utter the most lusty and disrespectful words of all. Nevertheless, they claimed the righteousness of women's freedom to emerge as gleaming and overwhelming.

I have always been more of a defeated creature, caged involuntarily, and shrieking in sympathy. I've been always given keys made of plastic; keys that did not fit in the hole; keys that did not unlock my spirit. They used to charge me for every key. 500 pounds for an off-beat converse, 16.5 pounds for a dark temptation axe that focuses solely on sex appeal, or 5000 pounds for a Calvin Klein watch that is supposed to bring out the man in you! Whenever I tugged at their sleeves, asking them about my dissatisfaction with the feelings I've been getting, they used to guarantee me assured happiness if I paid them more. Their calls played upon the darkest and deepest cravings of all. They stereotyped beauty, used women as a mere tool of forbidden attraction, and put aside the real meaning of happiness and replaced it with a man-made one.

Many followed their lead. Many became like plastic-looking dolls that implies no value. Many suffered from disrespected and emotional insecurities and screamed their lungs out at night. Calls for righteousness emerge 5 times a day, yet they get drowned by David Guetta's latest version of how you should pay women some respect! These calls get drowned out by the deafening, ear-splitting cheers of loyal football fans. These calls have always urged a side of me to hop off, get dressed, and go follow its source in determination. Nonetheless, I've been cursed enough to ignore millions of calls that could have gave me gentle shoves forward to a life studded with happiness and self-control.

Islam is a boon. I have never ever felt this good. I am not ashamed. I don't run into abandoned places to playfully call a girl or to recklessly utter jokes or words of disrespect. I don't feel contradicted. I feel great whenever I give my sister a hug or concede to my parents kind teachings. I feel great whenever I pray, whenever I conduct actions free from individualistic intentions for praise and worldly appreciation. I've become more productive, more innovative, more concerned about fulfilling my dreams to get labeled as a remarkable, successful Muslim.

Islam is the authentic and most profound meaning of happiness. It's the art of worshipping your creator and not conceding to the man-made gods of Allah's creation. The world is yours when you're holding it in your hands, and not when it is dragging you forcefully by using the lures of addictive tendencies and consuming desires. The world is yours when you hustle these barely audible voices in the background of your mind into confined rooms. The world is yours when you allow joy and gleefulness to poke out from the windows of your freed spirit.

Live it the outmost. Be happy, congruent, gleeful, and in-control. Love yourself and don't base your happiness upon the presence of others. Allah has created men and women and the presence of a beautiful, romantic, and healthy emotional attachment is essential and pleasurable to our souls only when it is conducted in a form of a productive and healthy marriage.

This is a message from someone who suffered from the most suffocating contradictions that your active mind can conceive. I just felt obliged to pay forward the excellence instilled in being a good, continually active Muslim.

May Allah guide everyone to the righteous path.
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: The gushing stream of serenity and happiness that i am experiencing :)

El-fajr prayer

2010-06-06T18:07:00.000-07:00

''Muhammad, wake up,'' my father whispered carefully while poking my slender shoulders with two fingers

'' What time is it?'' I replied weakly in a voice clogged with sleep.

''Its 4:40 am, Come on, get up!'' my further instructed vigorously.

I yawned idly and strenuously attempted to shake off the sleepiness.

Even though I was still sleepy and too tired to think of anything, I remembered yesterday's solemn promise that I made to myself; a promise to no longer slack off and pray El-fajr prayer every day.

I summoned my strength and swiftly jumped off my bed in one fast move.

I clicked on the light and took some time to adjust to the gleaming bright light.

It was 4:45 am already, so I had to wash up hastily and stride through the door to go pray.

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I felt the ear-splitting silence killing whatever is audible as soon as i trudged lazily through the elevator door.

I could hear nothing but my shuffles, contaminating the heavy silence.

A gust of cold, newly born air brushed against my face playfully, stripping me of the laziness.

I squinted up as I strode past sleeping cars and lifeless buildings at the bleak sky that had only a few stars and a round shimmering moon studding it.

The distant voice of the Azan caressed my ears joyfully, sounding like an enticing voice luring you into coming closer.

It kept coming closer. The cold rushing air tingled my skin brusquely.

I broke through the door of the masjed violently, bounding robustly to join the prayer.

How can I possibly describe it? This beautiful balancing emotion that invades your soul; the potent sleeping cravings that you defeat gallantly to answer the call of your creator. This prayer announces you as victorious; as a man who refused to have his soul wide shut in a time where he should be awake, conceding to a call that arouses faith.

It's indescribably reviving and balancing to adhere to your creator's 5 calls of bonding.

Life had consumed the best out of me for a very long period of time until I had been bashed with a wakeup call. As many, I kept chasing images of nothingness; delusional mirages. Ambitious aspirations to a life sugarcoated in blockbusters and Monday night movie premiers. I've always felt this growing contradiction gushing out of my soul, suffocating me from the inside.

Abiding by Islam truly changed me. It simply wiped out my hand-made problems and enriched my life with harmony and discipline. It gave birth to a version of me that I didn't believe in its existence; a version that finds joy in sustaining a willingness to keep moving forward regardless of what.

I have been enjoying this poise for a fairly long time. It's 4:05 am now. But this time, I am going to be the one who will wake my father up. I want him to understand that he has a son whose heart is susceptible to embracing goodness. I don't want to be another disappointment. The gnawing pains that these sore memories arouse inspired me to hate going back, to hate being drowned out by my own monstrous cravings.

May Allah aid every one of us in acquiring a sustainable and long-lasting faith.
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Strenuously attempting to keep sticking to what has made my life much more soothing.

Validate your assumptions!

2010-06-04T02:53:00.000-07:00

'' Ah, come on, pick up!'' I murmured impatiently.

I had the receiver pressed firmly against my ears, waiting in exasperation for my friend to answer.

I finally received the '' no answer'' indication

Oh, doesn't he know how important this is. Why in the world he is not answering, I thought in stifling frustration.

It was the 4th attempt and I truly could not take it anymore.

In this exact moment, I felt a stream of assumptions tiptoeing on the floorboards of my mind!

Is he ignoring me? Is he doing it on purpose? Is he not answering because of our last rift? Did he put his cell phone in a silent state? Oh, how can he turn it silent while being mindful of the importance of what I need from him!

Familiar? You feel like you can easily relate to this commonly encountered situation? Well, such situations happen in various forms on a daily basis. We create assumptions and gobble them down without even basing them on the merest validation!

Remember how it did feel to keep waiting for your friend for almost half an hour? Frustrated and angry, with cruel thoughts gushing out of your mind? How did it feel though after you've discovered that there has been a very convincing reason behind his lateness? Weird or probably embarrassed because of the impression you created before validating the assumption?

The case of erecting assumptions upon nothingness is a very common one. On a daily basis, we presume hundreds of concepts without any validation. You don't call a friend to apologize because you '' presume '' that he will understand, you get angry at a colleague or co-worker because you '' have presumed'' that he's ignoring you by not picking up!

This unhealthy mental habit causes conflict and solid misunderstandings. It's one of the main reasons why our emotional energy gets consumed with frustration, disappointment and anger without a rational premise.

So, the next time you find an assumption shuffling silently through your door, catch it off guard and confront it with questions like: Why did I presume that he's ignoring me without knowing that he actually is?! Sometimes harsh questions that confuses the other person is really beneficial. If you're, for example, sensing a sarcastic tone in the voice of whoever is addressing you, politely and solemnly ask him whether he is intending to be sarcastic or is it a misconception that you've formulated due to negative perceptual filters.

Boost your interpersonal skills and control what kind thoughts and assumptions are creeping inside your mind!

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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: An article that i read on the same cocnept, yet expressed in a more appealing manner.

And the words kept bumping hard into my ego!

2010-05-31T12:48:00.000-07:00

'' I've had enough with your excuses,'' my father confided. '' Don't try to justify yourself!''

'' Dad! I know that I have blundered, but I just can't help wondering why do you forget all about the good deeds as soon as a bad one popes up!'' I shot back impatiently.

'' I asked you for a favor, to do something for me. I know that you agreed, but you did that grudgingly because of your studying, you still have13 whole days though. Are you trying to tell me that you don't even take a break every now and then? Is it true that you spend the whole 24 hours racking your mind off that you can't even help me out with something?!'' my father questioned me in explicit disappointment.

I really didn't know what to say, frankly. After this declaration, many thoughts came into view but I knew that they are based upon justification. Excuses to save face and defend my ego.

I've always been trying to be responsible and it matters to me that my parents realize that. He asked me the day before to carry out something for him and I gave him the typical phony ''yea sure.'' Then, I went to my mum to blow my steam off, to complain about his insensitivity toward the studying that I have to conduct.

I was so convinced that I had the right to wail and whine. To my surprise, my mother's emotional compassion was clicked on and she actually went to my father, urging him to not let me go carry out these tasks because I don't have time. It all happened without me knowing about it.

'' I am sorry,'' I whispered uncertainly.

'' Look, I am just trying to teach you a lesson here. One day you will have your family, if Allah wishes. You will get deluged with responsibilities and you will come to the conclusion that the responsibilities that you used to have when you were young were nothing compared to what you're going to endure in the near future,'' my father chastised. '' And don't you ever start believing that you have done enough; that you're treating your parents in a good way and that you're praying your 5 prayers and that it's all rainbow and butterflies. The prerequisite for failure is believing that you're successful enough.''

The words were hardly bumping into my ego. I was struggling to actively listen with my heart and soul, to turn off my untamed need to argue, to speak up, and to justify myself.

I knew he was right. I knew that I had time. I knew that it was the time for me to listen and accept the accusations and the blames.

'' Dad, I am really sorry. I know that one day I will be a father and it will surely matter to me to have someone to rely on. I know that I had the time, but I swear that I really didn't mean for you to fume at this situation. I am sorry,'' I pleaded in wistfulness.

'' I want you to think about it thoroughly,'' he chimed in. '' I want you to realize that you have to keep trying harder, and that, no matter how hard you try, you will have to keep trying harder to better yourself up.''

''Oh, wow! Isn't it the time for him to lose the attitude and accept my apology,'' a rasp, rising voice inside of me echoed.

Literally, I was struggling to accept his criticism. I kept attempting to summon up my maturity and self-awareness to keep my head bowed without speaking.

'' Again, I apologize sorely. I know that I am wrong and that I should have acted differently,'' I replied with a grim expression upon my face.

'' It's alright,'' he said with a chuckle. '' Forget about all of this conversation. I care about you and I want you to better evaluate your moves from now on.''

'' Oh, I will. I promise you I will,'' I replied in bewilderment, not expecting the conversation to take this turn.

This situation took place today. I was casually resting in my bed, sifting through summaries and explanatory papers when his voice pierced the comforting silence, to ask me go help him with something.

Subhan-Allah, when I told my mom about, I wasn't expecting that she would go tell him. I was just muttering and communicating my feelings to her. But I am thankful that she did, because if she had not, I would have not had this conversation from which I had to reevaluate my actions and responses.

Even though it's the typical situation that everyone would like to black out on and pass, I thanked Allah dearly for it. I fumble for my mistakes to help color them in righteousness. And this situation was one in which I have been confronted with what inspires what I like to term as knee-jerk reactions. You know, the kind of reactions that just generate themselves automatically. Like whenever we get accused or confronted, we automatically click on defensiveness and opposition.

Nonetheless, in this one I attempted strenuously to listen and learn and acquire the best out of this situation. And, thanks to Allah, my endeavors paid off!

In a nut shell, I acquired a few lessons from this encounter and I decided to pay them forward to everyone to acquire without having to go through situations that painfully evaluate your maturity!

1: Never allow yourself to grow idle because you believe that you have attained your goals. This tip actually is the reason behind the success and failure of my life. When it comes to aspects like empowering my linguistic competence, I never ever allow myself to settle for what I have learned for a day or two, and that's why I have been always pursuing a distant image to spur myself on. On the other hand, I sometimes gloat over my emotional maturity that I settle for what I have sank in already, forcing myself to miss out what I can further learn.

2: Strain to actively listen with your heart, because most of us tend to follow the concept of '' Half-baked listening!'' That is, you're nodding in agreement and doing all of the things that you have watched on an interpersonal skills video on YouTube, yet you can't stop preparing the responses and blacking out on what the other person is saying to you.

3: Omit the word undesirable from your mind! Frankly, there's nothing as an undesirable situation. There are situations that are favorable and others that are not. However, these unfavorable ones can inspire the greatest lessons of all if thought about wisely. You can smartly turn what scolds and chastises into sources of valuable insights and teachings.

From a sole encounter or a regular realization, you can forge and innovate what is hardly conceivable. Think about what you go through and sculpture helpful lessons and tips out of it. Pay forward the positive influence and shorten the road to self-awareness and control!
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: The situation mentioned above

Find your own currency!

2010-05-30T08:39:00.000-07:00

'' Give me your wallet, give it to me now!'' the burglar screeched in a cruel, gruff voice.

I shakily reached out for my back pocket, fumbling frantically for the wallet.

'' U-u-h, I-I have no money, please don't hurt me,'' I stammered weakly.

I could sense his face growing red in rage, getting prepared for a bold, conclusive move.

He stuck the gun violently into my rips and narrowed his eyes menacingly at mine.

'' Don't you have anything you can give me!'' the burglar fumed.

'' I told you I have no money, please let go of me,'' I pleaded in defeated tone.

His eyes swept swiftly all over me, studying me deliberately, as if searching for something of value.

'' Take of your watch,'' he demanded sternly.

'' Uh, my watch is worthless, trust me,'' I replied reluctantly.

'' To you it may be, but it will surely do me good,'' he shot back with a cruel sneer.

'' It's not about what you think you have, it's about what you think you can give, moron!'' he scolded, rather sarcastically.

Well, what a situation! I winded up handing him my watch, but, surprisingly, this situation popped something in my mind in a very unusual manner.

Ever heard of the interpersonal concept, termed '' finding your currency?''

It's about those who perceive themselves as incapable of providing yet they actually do possess many valuable things to offer.

I remember this story of a guy who had a problem finding something of value to offer. He spent many years with this perception rooted stiffly into his mind. Until, one day, he had the chance to attend a course on how to spot your own potentials!

It's, in a way or another, similar to the briefly stated story above. In the eyes of others, you may actually be possessing something of value, something that you can aid people with. Yet it can take you years to tumble to this realization! You just need to relate to what other people need and if you can or cannot satisfy these needs.

It's merely about finding your own currency to offer. It can be a hobby, a preference, or a habit that you practice on an unconscious level!

Embark on a self-discovery journey that can boost you sense of self-worth without running into late night burglars!
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Attempting to communicate positive messages in a rather different and compelling way.

Implications of being a good Muslim! -2-

2010-05-27T12:17:00.000-07:00

Islam inspires a high rate of healthy mental productivity:

--On a daily basis, our minds produce innumerable thoughts regarding various worldly aspects. Obviously, in an ethical sense, every thought does possess a nature that is valid or not. Some of these thoughts, for example, pertain to marketing efforts for promoting a newly released product. And, of course, certain thoughts are deemed unacceptable whereas others are valued and admired.

--The importance of assigning a good nature to the generated thoughts that later get translated in the form of initiatives and actions is emphasized by the existence of many regulatory institutes that attempt to accentuate on the presence of supervision to preclude the fierce invalidity of humans from gaining profits at the expense of sabotaging the minds-instilling misconceptions and deformed perceptions-, bodies-promoting unhealthy and harmful foods-, and spirits-incorporating addictive tendencies in video games, for example, to ameliorate the demand for a product.

--It's a fact that allowing the generation of thoughts in both the right and the wrong directions is less efficient and effective than providing guide lines, only allowing racking somebody's mind in the right direction that allows the full employment of innovation and creativity

--Islam provides radical guide lines to allow tremendous forms of thoughts to be generated in conjunction with what is socially responsible and healthy.

--So, when you are faced with precise directions to pour in the thoughts, you're going to achieve a substantially high rate of thought-generating in ways that benefit the society and urge advancement and innovation, as a result of not consuming your perceptual and intellectual energy planning and forging deeds that concentrates on an individualistic well-being in the most horrific ways of all.

--For example, if a Muslim's main concern is to provide a mean by which a certain worldly aspect is facilitated or to be a productive Muslim- The provision of more advanced cell phone, for example-, the trend of thoughts that his or her mind will generate will appeal to the righteous mental concern that is free of personal desires to reap profits by employing deceptive methodologies to trigger more sales.

--So, in this way, contrary to the mainstream misconceptions, Islam emphasizes the sensitive importance of advancement, prosperity, and a genuinely easier and more helpful life that aims at providing every human being with what can be used to better pace in life.

--It's rather sarcastic to conclude that, regardless of the intensive and condensed attempts to impose supervision upon Multinationals, in restless attempts to preserve the environment and disallow companies from solely coveting and lusting more and more profit, no attempt can ensure the purification of intentions, only these attempts can ensure a desire to live up to the expectations of governmental regulations to win the hearts of the public and induce favorable images though.

--That's why, Islam, which is deemed misunderstood, is a defined set of guidelines that ensure success, development, and whatever is prosperous in the safest and healthier ways of all!

--This blog is a living proof of the high rate of healthy mental productivity that can be inspired only when thoughts are based upon intentions to benefit others and not to deceive and distort facts in order to attain
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Sustaining my formerly created intention to market wisely for Islam

Caution automated labeling and snap judgments!

2010-05-23T14:27:00.000-07:00

Today, I've been kindly instructed by a family member to go buy 4 boxes of cigarettes! Well, I strongly oppose smoking and I would never, not in a million years, simply develop a curiosity to try it out! This family member happened to be older and someone I defer to. That added up to the embarrassment, and I winded up saying,'' Yea sure,'' with a soft chuckle.

On my way to the store, I felt ashamed somehow because I know that whoever will see me holding those 4 boxes of cigarettes will normally perceive me as a heavy smoker! This isn't trough though! I happened to be courteously forced to purchase them, but is it hardly possible for someone to go like,'' Oh, he's probably getting them for someone else; he doesn't look like a smoker!''

Anyway, I got it over with and returned home. However, I thought about the whole process thoroughly and realized something! Broadly speaking, we tend to label people in an automated manner. We do it in a manner that forces us to jump to conclusions without even pausing short for a second to incorporate some logical thinking into the mental process.

This chronic habit of forming judgments in a blink of an eye is really hurtful! We wind up uttering judgments that are hardly true simply because we have blind faith in our ability to label and categorize people! It's something that popped up on my way to get the cigarettes. In my situation, I hated to have somebody label me as a smoker or whatever the attribute is. So, what if somebody else was in my situation; why will it be ok to label him or her without having a background to base my judgment upon? What if I am wrong? What if what I perceived is an exception? For instance, coming across somebody with genuine optimism in a really bad day; in such a situation, I will instantly allow my mind to think of him as a really fretful person who needs a lesson on how to embrace life!

This is not a call to defuse our ability to form perceptions. It's a 100 percent valid process only when practiced correctly. So, here is a really important tip to deter your mind from labeling people in a split of a second:

* Observe your actions closely and apply the learned lesson on others.

For example, you have faith in how patient and mature you're. However, in a situation, due to overwhelming distress, you snapped. If we perceived this situation from the other person's, the mental judgment will be in this form: '' Oh, he has issues!''

So, before forming the conclusion or the opinion, tuck one sentence in your mind: Do I know this person enough to think of him or her in this manner?

Practicing this regularly will help you slow down and form true and profound judgments.

Frankly, sometimes we just don't have enough time to sit back and analyze to form right opinions. Nonetheless, when provided with the time and space to do so, you will better understand behaviors and will shove the automated judgments to the ground! Try it and experience the true benefit of being wise, poised, and immune to snap judgments!
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Experiencing the situation mentioned above

Perceptual intelligence

2010-05-16T11:05:00.000-07:00

The perceptual qualification of being successful is the ability to conceive the best out of regularity. Life is experienced by billions of human beings; everyone manages to sculpture something different out of it though. It's the eye with which the world is viewed that forges the consequences and sensations received on a daily basis.

Maturity and perceptual intelligence inspires many to thank the ones who point out their mistakes. Their sensitive and insatiable need for endless development and teachings gifts them a will taking the lead of a life heading to a successful destination. It takes somebody with absolute awareness to the existent perceptions and point of views tucked inside the minds and souls of everybody to nod in agreement, apologize when mistaken, seek the help of whoever is more experienced, or to listen to somebody else except the ardent shrill voice in the background of his mind.

The mere process of interpreting whatever is perceived is a relative act of perceptuall intelligence. A book may be perceived as a mere mental delight or a resource packaged with what can enhance and empower a linguistic tool, the ability to communicate thoughts through writing can be perceived as an exclusive way of traceless self-expressions or a profound talent by which you can issue the most paramount influences of all. It's the mental aspirations for superiority and outperforming that leads whoever is successful to standing his ground against the disappointments and oppositions of endless crowds; the thirst for uniqueness and sound achievements that fuels the long journeys of those whom we read about with bewilderment.

Defined focuses and solid purposes are indispensable. To accept living as a fiddling reaction to a cultural invasion or a successful marketing hype is immensely repulsive. To deposit in your mind what is created by others for the purpose of misleading and consuming is an act of shocking spiritual feebleness. I, as well as millions of people out there, am reluctant to what stifles the progression of a life harnessed for the sole purpose of attaining worldly and religious success.

Whether it is a Facebook addiction or a rooted propensity to sprawl on the sofa across your Plasma TV, reconsidering and having second thoughts is a necessity to reevaluate where your life is taking you. Being selfish with respect to what adds up to your competence and intellectual and emotional maturity is a must; to addictively seek a satisfying pattern of life in which self-control is the most prominent psychological attribute.

We have been blessed with innumerable boons and gifts. Potentials that if harnessed smartly, can take you to places only a few manage to reach. It's an unacceptable shame to accept being the recipient of a hungry craving for profit, employed by multinationals that we look up to and concede to our urge for imitation and belonging to fake and materialistic segments.

Have your own identity, never accept widenining the gap between your beliefs and actions for the sake of what later consumes the best out of you, and aspire tirelessly regardless of how harmful and demoralizing their words may sound.

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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Feeling inspired, poised, and focused, thanks to Allah :)

Implications of being a good Muslim!-1-

2010-05-10T06:42:00.000-07:00

1: Islam inspires confidence:

--It's remarkably balancing and reviving to find the gap between your beliefs and your actions diminishing. One of the chief reasons why negative self-talks are generated is because of failing to develop an ever-lasting consistency between your beliefs and your actions that translate more vulnerable and feeble beliefs.

--This rasp cold voice echoes loudly inside of you, breeding sensations of disrespect and forlornness that thrives monstrously on what speaks up the confidence in you.

-- Islam's main premise is standing sternly against many lures. This premise signifies the sensitive importance of realizing enough control to lead a healthy and successful life.

-- It is, without doubt, truly reviving and boosting to keep giving birth to positive self-talks by developing more consistencies throughout doing the actions that comply almost exactly with your beliefs.

-- Slacking off and failing to abide by your own values builds up an unhealthy image. It rips you out of confidence, because deep inside you, regardless of how perfect the image you're offering people is, you know your true color. You know that you're utilizing the concept of lying to justify or to escape a preaching situation or a harsh disclosure by a friend or parent.

--Furthermore, the reason why Islam achieves stunning effectiveness in diminishing behavioral contradictions is the comprehensiveness of its rules and how it manages to keep you out of harm's way. Many justifiable code of conducts offer loosened behavioristic barriers that fail to confess the vulnerability of human beings in the face of many lures that are best controlled when stepped away from.

2: Islam is liberating:

-- How balancing and healing it is to have your desires and steering cravings under full control. To obtain the ecstasies languished and coveted by millions by doing the exact contrary.

--Liberty of your soul lies within being in control of yourself and not being controlled by it. Actions that contradict the nature of righteousness are conducted in the dark, in places you believe no body is watching. Such actions solicit for justifications to stand them for them, justifications that serve as prominent and highly paid lawyers that can get the most dangerous criminals of all out of the clutches of a legal system.

--Why did Allah attach exhaustion and resistance with goodness and transient indulgence with giving in? Because within pursuing any goal, whether it is worldly or religious, lays the greatest rewards of all. On the other side where caving in lies, exists the most damaging and heart breaking consequences of all.

--Tightening your hand on a 5-series BMW steering wheel while cruising on 100km/hour speed has always been safer than fast-driving a Ferrari Enzo, shying away from an obnoxious woman’s attempt to lure you into having sex has always been better than falling for the spur of the moment and running after your gnawing cravings, learning and insisting on being a successful person has always been better than fumbling for the remote control to start switching channels for the next 6 hours, and opposing a tendency to groupthink has always been better than falling under the severity of the imposed rules.

--Therefore, It is profoundly and solidly proven that Islam is the most liberating religion on earth. It requires an unbiased perceptual filter and a person willing to listen to somebody other than himself/herself to realize that.

--The same applies to women in Islam. Hijab connotes the most desired liberty for women; it gives them respect, a treatment by men that is not tinged with a desire to thrive on a woman’s lure. Many people presume that they can invent their own dressing code that can forcefully oppress the desires of men, yet it is proven that such humane attempts to justify righteousness have been proved wrong by the results.

--However, I am addressing the genuine Islamic hijab and not the version forged by the gradually fading presence of Islamic customs and convictions mixed with the pervasive influences of many authoritative forces.

3: Islam realizes micro and macro concerns simultaneously:

--During your college years, you find yourself obligated to study various subjects with the purpose of finally graduating from college to fill in a desired fulfilling job.

-- In this case, studying is the main tool with which you're seeking the attainment of graduation which you will later use as a stair step upon which you can proceed further.

--However, while studying, you actually are improving your linguistic competence, since most of our educational contents are offered in languages mostly different from our native one. So, improving your linguistic competence, receiving awareness and maturity are implicit benefits that you get while usually not intending to study for such reasons.

--Speaking of Islam and how this example may be relevant to what I am communicating, the same concept of realizing micro concerns while pursuing macro ones is employed.

--In the absence of religious strength, one may get imprisoned with his strictly worldly concerns for amassing greater amounts of money, refraining from sexual addictive tendencies to maintain physical healthiness, or organizing his way of sleep, wanting desperately to live up to the expectations of a professional and success-oriented culture.

--However, when an individual embraces religiosity, the effectiveness of every Islamic policy guarantees the realization of every humane micro concern while pursuing macro ones.

--For example, when you conduct the act of praying 5 times a day, attempting passionately to bond more closely with Allah, employ Islamic moralities and live up to the sensitive fact of being a real Muslim with innumerable stereotypes surrounding him, you're healing many problems in the process.

--Spiritual healthiness, physical preservation is guaranteed through refraining from sexually consuming acts-Prior to marriage-, better relationships with people-The concept that states you're ok, they're ok. That is, the quality of your relationships with people is diametrically dependent on how you do really feel about yourself. And since Islam provides spiritual clarity through diminishing inconsistencies and inspiring confidence and self-poise, stable and likable relationships are maintained-, more effective usage of time, putting into consideration the time you have to harness responsibly after the Fajr prayer till later at night after the Esha prayer. All of these benefits are perceived as Micro concerns that are realized automatically when aiming at a more comprehensive goal, which is seeking the contentment of Allah.

--After all, he's the one who created us, so it is absolutely correct to have confidence in the virtue of Allah's worldly rules for functioning.

4: Islam provides foresight:

--Numerous irresponsible marketing side effects have permeated through eastern societies. Some firms choose to study the culture of a foreign market and conduct a suitable organizational adaptation to offer products that match the preferences of a certain segment of consumers, whereas other multinationals choose to weaken the strictness of a precise set of values so that the veiled young girls would not mind go shop for a tight Guess jeans instead of refusing to purchase it due to its inconsistency with how Muslim women's dress code should look like.

--It's a well-known concept for marketers: offer what the consumer want, or instill in his or her head a propensity to want to purchase what you want to sell. For instance, the purchase of costly watches, shirts, or sunglasses that serves as a self-esteem booster. So, they create the need for the product by associating it with a high social status, knowing that people worldwide are languishing for such acute psychological cravings, especially due to the large number of people who are seeking the presence of feelings that they cannot give birth to internally due to a material sex-based culture that consumed their feelings of self-respect and the hope of being in-control.

--So, for example, to sell an Adidas super star. You need two things: the establishment of the social environment that values such a purchase and associate it mentally with extravagance or classiness and the typical stereotyped buyer who finds that buying a less expensive pair of shoes a very unwanted act.

--As a Muslim, what I've observed clearly in times of sustained faith that I gradually start to toss away many mentally automated segmenting process away. Yes, I admitted it I am stereotyped even though I am aware of the fact that I am! I have a fetish for looking my best and bear in my head many iconic images of the perfect looks that I probably derived from movies, posters, video clips, social reflections, etc. Yea, a lot of people may argue with what's wrong with looking your best? Well, it's not the case. It's the fact that how I sense that my feelings of security and belonging to socially favorable segments is utterly dependent on whether I wear my converse or my old Stan Smith to an outing or not. It's my problem now ha-Lol?-?

--Islam is based upon a different premise that does not segment people according to their financial resources. It assures the provision of the ability to change to everybody. Rich people can give away certain amounts of money to poorer ones. However, those who are poor and are perceived as helpless from the eyes of many are granted the power to realize goodness and change through adding an emphasis on the primitive human capabilities that we take for granted. For example, how a simple smile in your brother's face is perceived to be an act of goodness or how a good word or a prayer to Allah can change a lot.

--Islam provides foresight because, due to the ongoing battle to maintain goodness and mental and spiritual clarity, your confidence and sense of self-pride gets enhanced in an internal manner. You're carrying out the order of Allah that imply micro benefits which is acquiring self-poise, foresight, and confidence in this case. So, the hype that blurs you with what you already have may be perceived as dispensable. You gain a sense of importance with respect to priorities and how you should spend your money. It's a regulating and self-controlling set of tenets that gives life a whole new meaning.

--Also it gifts you foresight in terms of dealing with people As Allah revealed the true colors of many in the Qur'an. Contrary to the mainstream effect that got us to mistake many authoritative individuals with goodness and promising achievements!

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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Attempting to be a good influential Muslim

The downsides of Marketing: personally construed

2010-04-27T10:34:00.000-07:00

A gained sense of self-worth or importance became exclusively provided by sources that evidently managed to monopolize the transient provision of such a dire psychological humane need. It is the sensation that we all languish for in acute desperation. Unfortunately, this innate feeling no longer thrives on internal sources of unfaltering pride and confidence, but contemporary external sources that sell you the 10-to-20 seconds popping sensation in exchange of getting consumed by the provider.

The small rectangular red box with a number inside of it that communicates the presence of a new notification on a popular and prominent website like Facebook, spurs many to feel throbs of joy and comfort as if they had a need matched. The elegantly stitched brand name on a regularly designed t-shirt inspires many to secure a need for belonging, a need that no longer exists in an inward manner. The powerful mental associations that profit-oriented marketing efforts generated allowed multinational organizations with the ability to issue widespread marketing campaigns to monopolize the creation of various humane needs for security, belonging, and self-worth.

With horrifying greed, multinationals are mercilessly contending for the financial resources tucked inside the back pocket of a recently bought counterfeit Levi's. They instilled in us an insatiable need for coveting and craving beyond the rational limitations of thinking and controlling. Shopaholics who buy more and more of everything, believing that they may one day quench their gnawing cravings for the realization of a higher social status or a stable sense of contentment, are one of the many solid reflections of the socially hurtful negativity of many marketing trends. Forecfully stereotyping beauty, luxurious life styles, happiness, and fame, led endless crowds of people to embark on chasing distant pictures with the power to mystify and trick. When you get to see through the awesomeness of the newly issued series of ads for a Unilever's or P&G's product, you will tumble to the sheltered message; products that are not promising a healthier whiter teeth or a softer hair, but only promising an addictive propensity to buy over and over again in a futile attempt to live up the level of perfection that the ad falsely yet intelligently connoted.

Try coaxing somebody with a mind stuffed with absorbed images on falsified classiness or luxury to wander down a street while wearing clothes that serves its essential and most promiment goal only. Observe the defensive and shrill want that will speak on his or her behalf. Notice how closely related security is to pulling on a Calvin Klein or a neatly colored vans. They exchange money for security and self-worth. The total cost of most of the globally purchased luxury goods does not equate one-third of the money paid in return. You cover the expenses of a model hired with the soul purpose of stereotyping beauty, an expensively forged billboard with a picture of the perfect Mummy and Daddy, or a rejoiced and classy looking business man driving around in his all new E-class Mercedes. These companies reap enormous amounts of money because they managed to create a good that nobody will ever manage to perceive as dispensable; it is the provision of belonging, security, and self-worth that usually lies down carefully folded in a high quality and extravagant platic bag with a Gucci or Prada scribbled in a bold and eye catching font.

The world has become the result of whoever is in position to influence and manipulate. And it is sorely unfortunate to realise that the incentive for money and power bred the most mischevious and ulterior intents of all.

Marketing would have been of an insignificant nature if sticking guns into people's rips and asking for money was not socially deemed improper!!
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Possessing a negative attitude toward some Marketing-related practices

Positivity: your ticket to a successful universe

2010-04-02T17:10:00.000-07:00

I am a magician, a conceptual one though. Would you like a persuasive demonstration? Well, fine, I need a round patched ball though. One with pits and curves; an object that can only inspire one common perception: repulsiveness. Hand it to me, will you? Now, watch this. Watch me work my magic. Allow me to turn the round object in a circular motion. What do you see? What do your eyes infer, patches, heavy black strings stitching the worn out object, and thinly carved shreds? How do you feel now, a solid state of disliking? Squint thoroughly; allow the perception to sink in, to overwhelm you.

I can now see potent non-verbal signs connoting negativity; you managed to associate the round object with disliking or may I say negativity, generally speaking. But can I ask you a question? Does the ball only possess negative cues or did I verbally order your subconscious to eye the patches and shreds? And if you believe firmly that the round object only possess the shreds and patches, don't you believe that it is emotionally consuming to bear the consolidated feelings of dislike inside? Is it truly beneficial or would scanning the ball neutrally searching for a clean spot that can help the positive perception thrive be? You see, perceptions and formulating them is what I manipulate for living. I can be a friend, a negative one indeed, an authoritative individual with malicious needs to offer you negativity for free or simply the social environment you inhabit. I instill negativity deep inside you mind even though you're individually capable of generating positive perceptions from the realities that cast the dark perceptions about your exhausted mind.

Negativity is indeed a poor quality fuel to thrive on; it forcefully steers your mind into one unsuccessful direction. You can experience a colored morning with shafts of fresh sunlight pouring down and a refreshing morning breeze brushing your face yet automatically embark on a conceptual journey to detect the failure included. It's a mental infection acquired throughout numerous sources. It can only give you gentle shoves toward failure and deprive your mind from overhearing the implicit positivity that successful individuals with values spread.

It's absolutely absurd to presume that the world is jammed with what solely inspire gleefulness and positivity; dark and cruel realities exist solidly. However, this is not the point I am communicating. What I am conveying is the fact that it is useless to get consumed by the negativity. Yes, it is genuine and true that corruption and deception are prevalent. Yes, it is correct that invalid cravings leading the way for profit-oriented authorities are widespread. But, how can this benefit us? How can it benefit a regular citizen with absolutely no mastery over such events? I have a life, goals and ambitions. I believe that I have to eye the surrounding for positivity to thrive on it, because positivity and persistence are the main keys to success. My father taught me that. He taught me not to tuck my mind with prattles and chatters about how corrupted those people are and how lousy our new governor is! He steered my mental beliefs toward success, he helped me develop an automated mental trend aiming at success. Learn from your environment, aspire for performing more ethically and professionally, listen actively and do not merely approve the righteousness of your beliefs. This is what I believe in; this is how I am planning on realizing the greatest achievements of all.

You can change the way your mind interpret external data. Try to oppose your automatic negativity-based filtration of data and you will surely reap the healthier positive interpreting process when you finally manage to conduct positive interpretation for several times. Aspire for what's better. It's shockingly silly to criticize without even trying to individually perform better than the one you're criticizing!

Use your time resources well. Develop mental healthiness. Enjoy life and what it can offer when harnessed with supreme intelligence!
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Actively listening to my Father and generally being a silent observer.

Being regular sucks!

2010-03-28T09:30:00.000-07:00

Ganges of energetic voices arising from cafes, Play Station chill outs, and crowded streets, sounding like distant sharp murmurs; enormous amounts of physical and conceptual energies consumed purposelessly and steered towards pointlessness. Thousands and Thousands of young minds merely reacting to the hype created by mischievous individuals with grotesque comprehensive visions to drown out the human potentials of others in order to assure their cultural and technological superiority; it feels like a deliberately established plan. Intelligent and deluding enough to not be inferred or realized by worn out minds.

I observe in silence, forming and shaping conclusions and guiding lines. I listen to many chattering mouths and observe the doings of restless bodies. Only the most valid and convincing perceptions of all manage to sink in my mind. I've horrifically comprehensive dreams, so comprehensive and demanding of mental efforts that I grow intimidated and fearful of them sometimes. I don't want to merely consume and reward the actions of others by responding to their deceptive marketing efforts. I've a vision of a professional and clean environment, generating mental and physical products, positively and responsibly influencing and bettering the lives of Millions.

There are so many of me, so many people pacing, consuming, acquiring, and reacting. I really want to be different though. I want to harness my potentials in the most effective ways of all. I want to eat well and see through the deceptive glamorous packaging, learn limitlessly and grow immune to stuffing my mind with nonsense, acknowledge my bad strains and never grow too conceited or blindfolded, and have numerous and countless interests yet significant and fulfilling.

Life is enriched with resources, things that we can make great conclusions and insights from if perceived maturely. It's a spectacular fact to be alive if you really knew what it feels like; if you really came to realize the pleasure of being persistent and reluctant to causing stifling behavioral shifts. Through reading a single book or encountering a soul comprehensive situation you can learn a lot. It was never about how many days you've lived; it's genuinely about how many days did you learn and benefit from correctly.

Being regular sucks! It really does. You only feel comfortable and stable when being among crowds. You never succeed in being persuasive and confronting. You don't get spared the late night burdens. You look up to others and feel bad or incomplete. You can do BETTER than that! All you have to do is communicate these words to your subconscious: change, positivity, gleefulness, healthiness, comfort. Just start with the you-zone and change what you're in control of, which is ''almost'' everything, excluding the delusional mental boundaries!
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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: A flashing thought of positivity that swept over my mind while jogging and feeling absolutely revived!

A defining moment of shock

2010-03-18T19:11:00.000-07:00

After enjoying the speedy performance that a mid-class 1.6 liter Toyota inspired, my friend found himself forced to brake abruptly as the road ahead of us was invaded by numerous cars parked improperly in the middle of the two-way street. Most of the front car doors were semi-opened with instinctively curious people sticking their heads out in eagerness. I leaned forward and sat on the edge of the back seat sternly, peering out in confusion, trying to see through the poorly cleaned window. I only saw people motioning hectically, gaping in horror as their eyes glared the streaming blood that puddled the fading white lines placed on the two sides of the road. My eyes bulged in fear; a silent cry escaped my lips. The scene that my eyes glanced was horrifying; a lifeless body sprawled onto the side of the road and a young frantic woman screaming unconsciously in an indescribable manner.

Few minutes ago, before running into the heart aching situation, loud giggles and reckless jokes permitted those in cars speeding alongside to see four young guys tilting back and forth, with tears streaming in laughter and maneuvers taken with uncertainty. Yet, after getting pounded in the face with the cruelty and horror of this situation, we all felt the heavy silence drowning out the high-pitched giggles that a one last uttered joke forged.

The cars ahead were forced to move as the police officers swarming the area pounded their palms menacingly against the windshields of the cars frozen in place. We also started moving steadily, passing by the devastating scene. We had to close all the windows because of how piercing and sharp the young woman's cries of grieve were. The four wheels got stained with blood as it rolled over small reddish puddles. Suddenly, after having enough space to speed off, my friend pressed his feet roughly against the accelerator, looking like a frightened child, striding frantically as if being chased by roaring monsters.

It took us a few more minutes to defeat the intense silence. Everyone was anxiously waiting for anyone to utter words that may color the dullness of the encounter. Finally, shaky words escaped and music was put on again, causing the terrifying emotional consequence of the situation to weaken noticeably.

Regardless of the playful mood that was put back on, I felt terrible and moved severely. I remembered Allah, I sensed my spirit squeaking sharply from underneath. How simply a life can be put to an end terrified me; for countless days, I feel engulfed by the glamorous nature of life. Worldly aspirations for caressing pleasure take over, depriving the voices in the background of my mind to utter audible screams. I addictively wanted to reach a place where I can be alone; I felt like conceding to my childish powerful urge for crying. The car was noisy, packed with energetic guys giving away all the repressed spiritual energy on a late Thursday night.

Sometimes we take things for granted; we pace with security as if the world is ours. We start getting consumed by selfish ambitions for being the centers of attention and the receivers of pleasurable belongings. We grow incongruent and lose our faith and values. We get overwhelmed by what Allah gifted to us and not by what Allah made us for.

It is comforting and spiritually relieving to bond with Allah; to have values of solid natures. Nothing can equal the calmness of sleeping at night with comfort guarding your emotions; to tirelessly strain to maintain faith and goodness. Allah is merciful and truly loving, that's why it feels very refreshing and resetting to text him for forgiveness. Missing out the spiritual joy of being fostered by his contentment is unfortunate as there is no other lasting method of realizing happiness and satisfaction.

Consider changes if necessary. Balance your life and endeavor with devotion to defy what can blindfold if allowed to take over.

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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: experiencing an unusual Thursday night with a defining moment of shock

Mistakes: best learnt from when acknowleged

2010-03-10T15:23:00.000-08:00

Every one of us presumes the righteousness of what he or she perceives. Uttered opinions, statements, judgments; from every one's vantage point, they are all of great validity. Nonetheless, many issues fail to tolerate multiple yet apparently different views. You cannot assume, for instance, that a certain location is best spotted from a ground floor level whereas another individual is claiming a better vision from the 3rd floor. In such a case, only one position will offer clearer vision.

These clumps of perceptions rolling actively in our minds have intense egos infused serving as hands covering our ears from hearing what questions and accuses. And as the comments proof layer covering these clumps gets thickened, we grow fond of viewing the world solely from our eyes. Thereby, we get deprived from life's incessant endeavors to cast lessons of great meanings upon our minds. We become like dying creatures gasping for thin streams of air from gaps puddled by piled dusts.

The joy of learning and constantly updating your maturity and skills is empowering; though it is only gifted to the ones with inside readiness to accept emerging as mistaken in numerous situations. To listen actively with a mind wide open is a genuine blessing; to persist aggressively on being a better person continuously; to value the ones that provide you with constructive feedbacks on how to improve and evolve.

Life is best lived when seen through many eyes. Don't spare yourself the delight of standing out and outperforming. View life as a painting best enjoyed when crowned by many colors. Don't fall in love with the sole color your mind can offer, and realize the many other insights that different colors can forge

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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Continously modifying my perceptions and views when proven wrong, thereby acquiring great awarness and wisdom.

seeking rentable minds

2010-03-05T14:58:00.000-08:00

I tuck their prattles into the background of a mind enjoying no vacancy. I hear heavy thuds of thoughts crammed against mentally breakable walls. I live in two inconsistent worlds; I physically inhabit the first and mentally seek refuge at the latter. No more rentable places inside; I’ve crowds of cravings and good intents sleeping next to each other in suspicious harmony; no sneers or loud rants inspired.

Feeble rays of daylight weakly coloring puddles of rain rubbles, worn out faces and dull giggles, high-pitched anger, and greenish trees giving up their beauty; life as it is no longer satisfies me. Even the world I weaved artistically grew tired of my countless checking in; it can barely process and depict the imagery in my mind. My thoughts are queuing, I can hardly hear them grumbling and murmuring in protest; they're rudely demanding a new shelter with no repressing limitations. I wish i can concede to their fetish for incessantly complaining. How can I conform to an expectation murdered by the mental oppression socially constituted? I feel like a doll stuffed extensively; dreams, aspirations, goals, thoughts, and intents stranded in tight closed areas. Some of them are wilting heavily, running out of shimmering creativity. Will they last till I conceive another reality that can shelter the queuing crams? It's a mental misfortune for me; empty pools and deep wills never took much of what's flocked inside.

My eyes are flickering in a swift sequence in a tiring attempt to not cave in blacking out. I feel burdened by things I fail to convey when asked about. It makes me feel engulfed by thick layers of depression and demoralizing self-talks. Sometimes they ask for raised hands so I hold up mine very high, yet I never get picked. I impulsively approach people I barely know in an attempt to convey sheer innovation, I never get the message across clearly though. Am I the only with faith in my potentials? I have vivid and profound dreams, why can't I have the right to unleash them? If only I have been given the true opportunity for self-expression, I would have rebuilt a world misrepresented greatly.

I am like overly filled bottles that burst out in shock after holding inside thick fluids for long whiles. I cannot foresee the future though I unintentionally chose to characterize it as gloomy. My rigorous faith in how I can startle and amaze is starting to get washed away. Please Allah; help me grow more shielded and immune to the intensity of the downbeats instilled. I've something to deliver to the world; an influence to exert. I desire hand-making staggering changes. I am clinging to this hope aggressively though my palms are getting sweaty, making it harder to have a tight grip over this fading rob-like stream.

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ιиѕριяє∂ ву: Feeling mentally repressed and quenched