Somalia; In Allahá Maá Saábireen!

For every sip we take and every bite we eat, For every moment of peace we sleep and every commodity we buy unnecessarily - May we watch and weep, for how can we not be heavily moved by all the blessings that surround us from so afar unto so very deep, in every moment and in our every heart beat!

Alhumdulillah-e-Rabbul-Al-Ameen!
Alhumdulillah-e-Rabbul-Al-Ameen!
Alhumdulillah-e-Rabbul-Al-Ameen!

Sabr! E-Illahi !!!

Sense pervades... silence resonates... the within is amassed into confusion... the system ignites... the body it fights... resilience begins to administer, but doesn't always succeed. Some fights are fought, some battles lost, some victories stand hollow despite succeeding. Emotions at loss, pains that last, families are stricken yet standing. Generations mean nothing sometimes, all gets wiped out, and nothing remains... no one to even remember.Your battles with in, you fight fear, you wont let it creep in, but disease listens only to Allah, and to Him we must surrender. In hidden signs, lies the better good. In resilient faith stands the test of time. In patience hides real strength. All things Good or Bad in this lifetime are but for so long...Tomorrow, is but a breath away from not happening, and yet - Tomorrow is but a breath away from how we choose for it to become. It all depends on how we see it, and how much we are blessed to see. It all hangs in the balance of how much we open our hearts, minds, eyes, ears and souls to accept.

To Him we belong and to Him is our return. May it be smooth, may it be bountiful, with Right on our side through this ragged, jagged, mysterious journey. And while on this traipse, we beg: Sabr - E - Illahi !!!

All Has Drowned [Sab Doob Gaya Hai...]

* Inspired by the song, 'Doob Gaya Hai' , which was composed in the after math of the recent floods in Pakistan , by a Pakistani band called, Laal.

He, She, They, and Them
Little eyes fogged
Be-swept and torn by the mayhem
Futures on hold and today's unsure
A past barely long enough
To be in a story told...

Begging, pleading for a salvage of sorts
Unheard voices gone limp and cold
Morsel like shreds of dignity
Perhaps their died out hearts behold
Old and able, scared and torn
Restlessly await their rationed turn

Assuaging whatever little
Their hands can gather
In their hearts memories scattered
Lips listlessly begging and praying
Eyes scoping darkened space
All lives searching for a place together

Help arriving in bits and pieces
But not enough; time medic aid or peaches
To have saved the people or places
That now in stillness show their faces
And remains of those who gave up...
Yet still the few it did manage to reach out to
In their reprieve are small graces

Compassion for ones own kind
Human bodies surpass shrines
Doctrines politics currency or borders
Nothing seems like a tall order
When lives remain wanting at stake
Statistical data recording their fate

What will it take for us to wake?
What will it take for us to wake?
To be finally awake?
To be finally awake?
Before everything breaks
To be finally awake...



**I'd also like to share another great effort by Lyricist/Rapper, ''Sabotage'' , called United We Stand (Pakistan Charity Single) . For more information check out their official Facebook Page .

***UPDATED (7th September 2010, Tuesday - 4:52 am)
Another heart wrenching compiliation:

'Hear Your Call' a charity single released by Sami Yusuf. All profits will go towards Save The Children's emergency relief efforts in Pakistan. Please help donate to the cause.

Support the cause here: www.samiyusufofficial.com/pakistan

Also available on http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/hear-your-call/id389697385.

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To Have Lived?

When you allow yourself to be touched by the mist of misery that exists around you - the misery that you feel entirely helpless against, to do anything to help abate it from around you - that is when your hope to live in this ruthless brutal world diminishes... Your dreams to live long enough to see the beauty that this world and its people have to offer, start taking the form of clouds... Clouds full of hypocrisy, ephemeral facades comprising of divine mirages that are not the longed for oasis one needs to quench their thirst with; rather just clouds that are ready to burst upon you - else cocoon you - based on which state your spirit is in, in that moment.

To go back into the vacuum of the mind where in just you exist, or to live with your eyes and ears open - all senses alive and functioning - allowing you to see the realities that exist beyond your self?

To have catered to your own needs; is to have lived?

Or...

To feel for another, their pain, grief, happiness; is to have lived?