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| merimda |
| 12/18/02 at 23:17:32 |
| Assalamu Alaikum, I'm wondering if some of you can provide me with nice poems, quotes, hadith on the theme of marriage..or love...anything marriage related...could be humourous.. A friend of mine is getting married this Sunday and I'm putting together a scrap book as one part of my gift. JAK, salam, meri |
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| se7en |
| 12/19/02 at 00:52:43 |
| the moment i heard my first love story i began searching for you not knowing how foolish that was. true lovers don't meet somewhere along the way but are in each other's hearts all along. - Rumi may those you love nourish your love for Him :) |
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| abubakr |
| 12/19/02 at 05:29:05 |
| Bismillah Walaikum assalam dunno if those kind of poems you're looking for, but i found it so nice enjoy.... The Definition of Love My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis for object strange and high; It was begotten by despair Upon impossibility. Magnanimous despair alone Could show me so divine a thing, Where feeble hope could ne'er have flown, but vainly flapped its tinsel wing. And yet I quickly might arrive where my extended soul is fixed, But fate does iron wedges drive, And always crowds itself betwixt. For fate with jealous eye does see Two perfect loves, nor lets them close; Their union would her ruin be, And her tyrannic power depose. And therefore her decrees of steel Us as the distant poles have placed, Though love's whole world on us doth wheel, Not by themselves to be embraced; Unless the giddy heaven fall, And earth some new convulsion tear, And, us to join, the world should all Be cramped into a plainsphere. As lines, so loves, oblique may well Themselves in every angle greet; But ours so truly parallel, Though infinite, can never meet. Therefore the love which us doth bind, But fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars. Andrew Marvell |
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| Maliha |
| 12/19/02 at 08:57:06 |
| [slm] [i]My all time favorite love poem:)[/i] [color=Red]On Love [/color] [i] [color=Blue] Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love." And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said: When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. He kneads you until you are pliant; And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God." And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips [/color][/i] [wlm] |
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| Aurora |
| 12/19/02 at 18:24:59 |
| Just some things I remembered seeing in the forum, I thought i'd pass them along :) [quote author=Maliha link=board=bookstore;num=1018624668;start=0#0 date=04/12/02 at 11:17:47] [slm] [i] I thought this was awesome Mashaallah :) [/i] Woman was made from the rib of man, She was not created from his head to top him, Nor form his feet to be stepped upon, She was made from his side to be close to him, From beneath his arm to be protected by him, Near his heart to be loved by him. Contributed by: Sr. Rehman (Islamway.com) [wlm][/quote] [quote author=se7en link=board=bookstore;num=1017345188;start=0#0 date=03/28/02 at 14:53:08]as salaamu alaykum, this was written by a sister I know. :-) ----------------- [color=black] An astonishing wonderment filled the sky; something was transpiring Retreating were the sun's rays in the distant horizon Raging with orange, magenta and reddish brilliance Amid the celestial changes, everything was serene Just as the final hint of light disappeared, allowing for another cover Umbrella-like, mystical, concealing yet splendid Leading appreciative creatures into an intimate embrace Along with this sweet caress of twilight Sat two enraptured souls beneath a weeping willow tree Savoring one another's company and warmth As they beheld in awe the fireflies as they encircled them Like bands of light swirling in a seductive dance Illuminating the area; a spectacle for the soul Heaven on earth for two enchanted by love [/color] [/quote] |
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| AbdulBasir |
| 12/19/02 at 21:17:33 |
| [slm] Hmm, ok this isn't a poem, and its probably not what you are looking for, but it is a story related by Al-Ghazali that just felt like sharing: [color=Black] A man married a woman of great beauty, who shortly before the wedding was afflicted with small pox. Her family were beside themselves with grief, and feared that he would no longer find her beautiful. Instead, however, he pretended to them that he himself had been afflicted with ophthalmia, and then that he had gone quite blind, so that when she was given to him in marriage her family were no longer distressed. He continued in this way for twenty years until at last, when she died, he opened his eyes. When questioned about what he had done, he said, 'I did it deliberately so that her family would not be grieved.' 'You have outrun all your brethren,' he was told, 'through goodness of character.' [/color] On a lighter note, the next story Imam al-Ghazali relates is: [color=Black] Another man married a bad-tempered woman, and endured her company patiently. When asked why he did not divorce her, he replied, 'I am afraid that someone might marry her who is unable to tolerate her, and will suffer accordingly.'[/color] :-/ [slm] ;) |
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| jaihoon |
| 12/19/02 at 21:52:37 |
| [quote author=AbdulBasir link=board=bookstore;num=1040271452;start=0#5 date=12/19/02 at 21:17:33] [slm] Hmm, ok this isn't a poem, and its probably not what you are looking for, but it is a story related by Al-Ghazali that just felt like sharing: [color=Black] A man married a woman of great beauty, who shortly before the wedding was afflicted with small pox. Her family were beside themselves with grief, and feared that he would no longer find her beautiful. Instead, however, he pretended to them that he himself had been afflicted with ophthalmia, and then that he had gone quite blind, so that when she was given to him in marriage her family were no longer distressed. He continued in this way for twenty years until at last, when she died, he opened his eyes. When questioned about what he had done, he said, 'I did it deliberately so that her family would not be grieved.' 'You have outrun all your brethren,' he was told, 'through goodness of character.' [/color] On a lighter note, the next story Imam al-Ghazali relates is: [color=Black] Another man married a bad-tempered woman, and endured her company patiently. When asked why he did not divorce her, he replied, 'I am afraid that someone might marry her who is unable to tolerate her, and will suffer accordingly.'[/color] :-/ [slm] ;) [/quote] Masha Allah! Imam Ghazzali's choice of stories are indeed awesome. May Allah bless him with honor in this world and hereafter. |
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| se7en |
| 12/21/02 at 02:13:00 |
| as salaamu alaykum, okay kind of not in line with what everyone else has posted, but this is a song a friend sent to me that I thought was really cute.. it's by a Muslim rap duo.. they're like sixteen.. I thought it was cute :) check out their notes on the bottom :) You can listen to the song here: http://www.sotmiddleeast.com/Clouds_TMC.mp3 Clouds [ J-Lad] Kept my love upspoken my feelings kept captive cant do it any longer your eyes are just burning me I ask Allah for guidance and confidence I choke when i compliment I feel im going crazy, you become a necessity the world is a blur but i ask my self what can i offer her? I completly adore you Two worlds apart but there gotta be away I aint bout to sit down and turn the other way I gotta be with her, dont got another choice so i say heres my CD, let her hear my voice [Zak] For you, Ill Subdue My Ego For you, Ill put aside my pride For you, Ill Make any sacrafice Just for you to be my Wife [J-Lad] This world is a bad dream but anycase sometimes i dont want to wake see these haters face but i thank Allah for his supreme grace you made me believe, bless the true Arab around me your heaven and i found thee, Allah Bless my wife give us both to each other for the rest of our life Situation must drive her crazy know, everyday is like a year or so time wont move fast enough, its just so slow but in the end everythings gonna be straight thou love is blind, but i see it now, no contacts there is no limit that can contain my love for you habibti its just another day or two [Zak] For you, Ill Subdue My Ego For you, Ill put my aside my pride For you, Ill Make any sacrafice Just for you to be my Wife [J-Lad] I thank Allah for me so lucky, I gotta wife that truly loves me, never really understood love, it was just a game till i realized you was above any other girl in my eyes you are the world a big change from before i was young gettin money gave love a thought but no more I thought love came a dime a dozen but now i know that kinda love means nothing im over high school tricks i need a wife, Inshallah have some kids my thanks to God its gonna be easy but i know it will be hard I know its gonna be a while Inshallah the first thing i see when i wake up is your smile i know you miss me like i miss you my mind is full and its only from you my wife, Marati (my wife) for you Ana Ayesh (For you i live) Ma'aki Lil Abad (With you forever) Min Asobah, hatta annam phi takhti (from the morning till i sleep in my bed) Inti Ib Qalbi (your in my heart) [Zak] Every night seems endless without you My days spent obessing about you Dreaming about the day we'll be together I ment it when i said it Ill love you forever FAQ Why did you make a song about love, Isnt that Haram? Love is something we all feel, and TMC is all about being relistic, Everybody feels a love for somebody sooner or later this is a song about that kind of love that most of us feel. Love is not Haram, acting upon it in a haram way is, There is nothing wrong with wanting to marry somebody. Why is this song named clouds, I dont see any connection to clouds? This song is dedicated and named after somebody. |
| 12/21/02 at 02:14:23 |
| se7en |
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| Kareema_Abdul-Khab |
| 12/21/02 at 02:44:38 |
| This was one a plaqard my grandmother gave me, if you use this you could put a border around it, print it out in a nice font or do some other artistic way to decorate it: A Happy Marriage Recipe 3 cups Love 4 spoons Hope 2 cups Warmth 2 spoons Tenderness 1 cup Forgiveness 1 pint Faith 1 cup Friends 1 barrel Laughter Combine Love & Warmth Mix throughly with tenderness Add forgiveness Blend with friends & hope Sprinkle with all remaining tenderness Stir in faith and laughter Bake with sunshine Serve daily with generous helpings |
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| merimda |
| 12/28/02 at 18:25:29 |
| salam, Jazakum Allahu Khairan. I really appreciate all your help. Here is a beautiful hadith that was posted on the old board by ayeshah http://www.jannah.org/cgi-bin/yabb/YaBB.pl/YaBB.pl?board=sisters&action=display&num=7110 As Salaamu Alaikum Wr Wb "Aisha, raddiya Allahu anha, (May Allah be pleased with her, or R.A.) she said, "The prophet, salla Allah Alayhi wassalam, (May the peace of Allah be upon him, or SAW) was sitting on the floor fixing his shoes. (The prophet of Allah(SAW), in the heat, in the condition of the house you are familiar with or are not, was on the floor fixing his own shoe!) It was very warm, and I looked to his blessed forehead, (SAW) and I noticed that there were beads of sweat on it (SAW). I was working with something in my hand, and I became overwhelmed by the majesty of that sight. I stopped what I was doing long enough until the prophet (SAW), noticed that I was actually starting at him, and he (SAW) said, "What's the matter [Aisha]?" She (R.A.), said, if Abu Bukair Al-Huthali, the poet, saw you, he would know that his poem was written for you." And of course the prophet (SAW), was not a poet and he (SAW) said, "What did he say?" She (R.A.) said, "Abu Bukair said that if you looked to the majesty of the moon, it twinkles and lights up the world for everybody to see." "So the Prophet (SAW) got up," she said, "and walked to me and kissed me between the eyes, and he said, "Wallahi ya, Aisha, you are like that to me and more." This was narrated in Dala'el Al-Nubuwa for Imam Abu Nu'aim with isnad including Imam Bukhari and Imam Ibn Khuzaina. As Salaamu Alaikum Wr Wb |
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| merimda |
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| Ameeraana |
| 12/31/02 at 17:48:28 |
| [color=Blue]I Do Not Love You ... I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way that this: where I do not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.[/color] [color=Green]-Pablo Neruda[/color] |
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| Maliha |
| 12/31/02 at 22:06:45 |
| [slm] Ameera!!! This is a beautiful poem:) SubhanaAllah :-* Thanks for sharing it! jus' made me day:) Sis, Maliha :-) [wlm] [quote author=Ameeraana link=board=bookstore;num=1040271452;start=0#10 date=12/31/02 at 17:48:28][color=Blue]I Do Not Love You ... I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way that this: where I do not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.[/color] [color=Green]-Pablo Neruda[/color][/quote] |
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| jannah |
| 12/31/02 at 22:37:44 |
| How Do I Love Thee? Elizabeth Barrett Browning ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. |
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| Aurora |
| 01/01/03 at 19:47:24 |
| This one is bittersweet....but still beautiful The Highwayman By Alfred Noyes THE wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding-- Riding--riding-- The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door. He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, and a bunch of lace at his chin; He'd a coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of fine doe-skin. They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to his thigh! And he rode with a jeweled twinkle-- His rapier hilt a-twinkle-- His pistol butts a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky. Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard, He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred, He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter-- Bess, the landlord's daughter-- Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. Dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked Where Tim, the ostler listened--his face was white and peaked-- His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay, But he loved the landlord's daughter-- The landlord's black-eyed daughter; Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say: "One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I'm after a prize tonight, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light. Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Then look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way." He stood upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand, But she loosened her hair in the casement! His face burnt like a brand As the sweet black waves of perfume came tumbling o'er his breast, Then he kissed its waves in the moonlight (O sweet black waves in the moonlight!), And he tugged at his reins in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west. He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon. And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon, When the road was a gypsy's ribbon over the purple moor, The redcoat troops came marching-- Marching--marching-- King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door. They said no word to the landlord; they drank his ale instead, But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed. Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets by their side; There was Death at every window, And Hell at one dark window, For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride. They had bound her up at attention, with many a sniggering jest! They had tied a rifle beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast! "Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say, "Look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, I'll come to thee by moonlight, though Hell should bar the way." She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good! She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood! They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years, Till, on the stroke of midnight, Cold on the stroke of midnight, The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers! The tip of one finger touched it, she strove no more for the rest; Up, she stood up at attention, with the barrel beneath her breast. She would not risk their hearing, she would not strive again, For the road lay bare in the moonlight, Blank and bare in the moonlight, And the blood in her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love's refrain. Tlot tlot, tlot tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hooves, ringing clear; Tlot tlot, tlot tlot, in the distance! Were they deaf that they did not hear? Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill, The highwayman came riding-- Riding--riding-- The redcoats looked to their priming! She stood up straight and still. Tlot tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot tlot, in the echoing night! Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light! Her eyes grew wide for a moment, she drew one last deep breath, Then her finger moved in the moonlight-- Her musket shattered the moonlight-- Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him--with her death. He turned, he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood Bowed, with her head o'er the casement, drenched in her own red blood! Not till the dawn did he hear it, and his face grew grey to hear How Bess, the landlord's daughter, The landlord's black-eyed daughter, Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there. Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky, With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high! Blood-red were his spurs in the golden noon, wine-red was his velvet coat When they shot him down in the highway, Down like a dog in the highway, And he lay in his blood in the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat. [i]And still on a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees, When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, When the road is a gypsy's ribbon looping the purple moor, The highwayman comes riding-- Riding--riding-- The highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door. Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard, He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred, He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter-- Bess, the landlord's daughter-- Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. [/i] |
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| Aurora |
| 01/01/03 at 19:51:23 |
| Bayard Taylor (1825-1878) THE BEDOUIN SONG FROM the Desert I come to thee On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire. Under thy window I stand, And the midnight hears my cry: I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgement Book unfold! Look from thy window and see My passion and my pain; I lie on the sands below, And I faint in thy disdain. Let the night-winds touch thy brow With the heat of my burning sigh, And melt thee to hear the vow Of a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgement Book unfold! My steps are nightly driven, By the fever in my breast, To hear from thy lattice breathed The word that shall give me rest. Open the door of thy heart, And open thy chamber door, And my kisses shall teach thy lips The love that shall fade no more Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgement Book unfold! |
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| Aurora |
| 01/01/03 at 20:02:12 |
| Just a few more, edited by admin If Thou Must Love Me E.B.Browning If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say I love her for her smile--her look--her way Of speaking gently,--for a trick of That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of ease on such a day-- For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheek dry,-- A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity. ----- True is the word of your eyes Beauty is the beating of your heart Love is the smile on your face Desire is the touch of your hand To wish is to wish for you To sleep is to dream of you To live is to wait for you To smile is to think of you Author unknown The Bargain Sir Philip Sidney My true-love hath my heart and I have his, By just exchange one for the other given: I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss; There never was a bargain better driven. His heart in me keeps me and him in one; My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides: He loves my heart, for once it was his own; I cherish his because in me it bides. His heart his wound received from my sight; My heart was wounded with his wounded heart; For as from me on him his hurt did light, So still, methought, in me his hurt did smart: Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss, My true love hath my heart and I have his. |
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| bhaloo |
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| SuperHiMY |
| 01/02/03 at 03:47:27 |
[i]" Cupid makes you stupid. "[/i] -- Dr. Paul Pearsall, Author, Marital Therapist [i]" Love is like breathing, Sometimes you only notice it, Once it stops. "[/i] -- HiMY SyED, Age 8, 1978, poem project for school. [i]" Ramadan is here It’s time for people to share So care don’t stare! " [/i] -- http://www.iqra.org/school/Ramadan [i] " Windows has just crashed. I am the Blue Screen of Death. No one hears your screams." [/i] -- YOur Computer |
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| SuperHiMY |
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| Ameeraana |
| 01/05/03 at 15:54:44 |
| [color=Green]"I love you not because you are perfect, but because you are perfect for me."[/color] [color=Orange]--unknown[/color] |
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| wardah |
| 01/08/03 at 15:57:11 |
[wlm] Roses are red Violets are blue Sugar is sweet and so are you [wlm] :-) |
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| Barr |
| 01/14/03 at 05:21:14 |
| Assalamu'alaikum, Its not a love poem but... it is something, written... that makes me feel... when a man loves a woman. This is written in the acknowledgement page of Tariq Ramadan's book, "To be a European Muslim" [color=blue] My wife Iman does more than accompany me. Along the road, she challenges, argues, questions, criticises. For so many years, she has been the mirror in whose reflections an important part of my thought has found its source and orientation. I have been able to understand a dimension of God's love by pondering over the priceless value of His gifts: my wife, her heart, her intelligence, and our children. Thanks for her presence, and thanks for her patience. Geneva, Tariq Ramadan March 1999[/color] Wassalam |
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| se7en |
| 01/16/03 at 03:08:48 |
SOMEWHERE I HAVE NEVER TRAVELLED by ee cummings somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers you open always petal by petal myself as spring opens (touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending nothing we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility; whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain has such small hands |
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| readagain |
| 01/16/03 at 22:50:44 |
| [slm] [font=Verdana]WOW[/font] i have to say some of the stuff here was breath taking.... :-* anyways, here is my fav one "Would but some winge'd Angel ere too late Arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate, And make the stern Recorder otherwise Enregister, or quiet obliterate! Ah, Love! Could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would we not shatter it to bits--- and then Remould it nearer to the heart's Desire! " Umar Khayyam :-) |
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| readagain |
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| imaazh |
| 01/22/03 at 08:30:32 |
Love is an incurable disease. No one who catches it wants to recover, and all its victims refuse a cure. --Ibn Hazm Getting married is like buying an almond without knowing if it tastes bitter or sweet. --Turkish Proverb |
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| imaazh |
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