Letters to My Daughter

The countdown to the wedding offically began when I woke up at 8:30 this morning. This happened without the assistance of my two alarm clocks, my mother, or my Mohamed. The fact that I woke up this early implies, obviously, that I am getting married in 7 days. In terms of preparation, I am trying to bathe and shower every day, wash my face before going to bed, brush my teeth, eat at least 2 full meals, etc. Basically, the daily routine now consists of the normal things that most people do everyday, things that I have neglected to do because the chaos of student life precludes normalacy. In particular, I hope to continue this excellent habit of brushing my teeth well into my married life, insha'Allah. If I don't, it will be time for the root canal. And besides, there is morning breathe to worry about. Some of my aunties came over yesterday to do giftwrapping. We decided to put some things in a massive pink Victoria's Secret box because I happened to have visited Victoria...

The following is an excerpt from a paper I wrote for my history professor, who seemed like a nice guy but was really cold, and merciless. I wrote this section with him in mind. He is about 32ish, and an eligible bachelor, but still a cruel...bastard. I don't really mean that but cruel bastard is a sort of idiom with no adequate substitute. Not only was Al Jahiz an early ethnographer, he seemed to be a sociologist of sorts as well. He made human observations about emotions, such as envy, jealousy, and of course, love. In his essay, “Love and Women,” he tells us of the difference between men and women, about when women are superior to men and vica versa, what occupations and rights women ought to observe. During this time period, passionate love or eros was distinct from conjugal love, because the eros could only be aroused by professionals, like “singing slave-girls,” a class of prostitutes that are cultured, and educated in specific arts like the geisha. One passage of note descr...

counting crows. So she said what's the problem baby What's the problem I don't know Well maybe I'm in love (love) Think about it every time I think about it Can't stop thinking 'bout it How much longer will it take to cure this Just to cure it cause I can't ignore it if it's love (love) Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing 'bout love Come on, come on Turn a little faster Come on, come on The world will follow after Come on, come on Cause everybody's after love So I said I'm a snowball running Running down into the spring that's coming all this love Melting under blue skies Belting out sunlight Shimmering love Well baby I surrender To the strawberry ice cream Never ever end of all this love Well I didn't mean to do it But there's no escaping your love These lines of lightning Mean we're never alone, Never alone, no, no Come on, Come on Move a little closer Come on, Come on I want to hear you whisp...

Donna Lewis! Feels like, I'm standing in a timeless dream Of light mists, of pale amber rose Feels like, I'm lost in a deep cloud of heavenly scent Touching, discovering you Those days, of warm rains come rushing back to me Miles of windless, summer night air Secret moments, shared in the heat of the afternoon Out of the stillness, soft spoken words Chorus: I love you, always forever Near and far, closer together Everywhere, I will be with you Everyday, I will devour you I love you, always forever Near and far, closer together Everywhere, I will be with you Everyday, I will devour you (Chorus) Say you'll love, love me forever Never stop, not for whatever Near and far and always and everywhere and everything Say you'll love, love me forever Never stop, not for whatever Near and far and always and everywhere and everything Say you'll love, love me forever Never stop, not for whatever Near and far and always and everywhere and everything

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OBITUARY FOR AL-HAJJAH FARIZAH RABBAT UMM IBRAHIM AL-YAQOUBI AL-HASANI BY SHAYKH MUHAMMAD AL-YAQOUBI AL-HASANI GRIEF AND SORROW UPON THE LOSS OF MY HEART My Dear Brothers and Sisters, Relatives, Friends, Students and Supporters throughout the world: As-Salamu `Alaykum Wa Rahmatullah Wa Barakatuh “Indeed, we belong to Allah, and to Him we must surely return!” With grief and sorrow, I share with you the tragic loss of my beloved wife, my companion, and the love of my heart Al-Hajjah Farizah Aal Rabbat, Known as Umm Ibrahim, Rahimaha Allah, who is also the mother of my three children (Aisha, Ibrahim and Ismael). Allah chose her out of this world to enter al-Jannah on the very birthday of His Beloved Prophet Rasulullah (Sallalahu ‘alayhi wasallam) through the door of martyrs. I do not object to His Will: we belong to Him and our return is to Him; whatever He takes is indubitably His, and whatever He gives is undoubtedly His. She left this world on Monday 12th of Rabi’ Al-Awwal, 1427 (corre...

I don't remember what number we are on. I love that you are youthful. That when I feel like an aging man (even though i'm not that old yet) I get a spark of youth from your erratic nature, your absolutely joyous exuberance, and your sparkling eyes. I love that when you see me, you are so excited that you run to me. Most of all, I love that you think of me in your daily decisions even though others would think there are more important matters at hand.