Blissful days of my life...

To be or not to be, is that a question?

2008-11-06T20:40:00.003-05:00

At certain points in life, you have faced situations where you just want to end it, wished you were'nt alive, thought of shooting yourself or something... But the point is, life and death lies in the hands of our Lord, the most Gracious, the Most Merciful. Moreover, in the grand scheme of things, we are all eternal, we can't just get rid of our life. We don't just poof, vanish! This shorter life will only be succeeded by a longer one. Alhamdulillah. By attempting to take away this life, we would just lead ourselves to another one, that is far far faaarrr away from any escape, in fact, in doing so, it will be a show of direct disobidience to Allah and hence lead to a life full of never ending, horrifying misery. In short, to be or not to be is never the right question. How am I going to BE is the question.

I am going to swallow the misieries of this short life with smiles inshaAllah, and wait for the eternal joys of the truely blissful life of the hereafter. Like a wise person once said, there is no sorrow in this life that is worth being sad over, as long as there is life, there is hope.

Cheers!

My wittle century

2006-10-29T17:44:00.000-05:00

Things have been hectic but somewhat exciting since my last posting. I started my MSc, We moved to this new apartment and then one weekend, I got hitched all in the second week of sept. Soon enough Ramadan started. The rest, i leave to your imagination.

This fall started with fresh new beginning. I finally have a room of my own... I remember my days in AUS when we had to write an essay on "my room" in Bengali. Would have been too easy if i had my current room back then. It's sooooo beautiful, SubhanAllah & Alhamdulillah. I like every inch of it, the light lavender color with white striped borders (yesh.. we painted it..).. the open-ness with the bare minimum furniture, the funky curved mirror, and best of all, the window!! I love the window.

Being on the 10th floor and over looking a park and forest, while I look out, it feels like I live amongest the clouds. Sometimes, I just lay there in the morning and figure out what those clouds appear like, i think i saw a bear today. While looking down, I can see far into fields, little people playing in the park and the lake Ontario too. Just today, when i wasn't in my best moods, a ghust of wind blew a whole lot of colourful auntumn leaves across my window, SubhanAllah, that must have meant I gotta smile :P. I still remember watching the sun rise and the gleaming full moon from my room with Ruby.. ish.. me wants those moments back.

May Allah bless all future inhabitants of this room with the same bliss that i feel when im here. :-)

What Kind of Chocolate Are You?

2006-08-01T18:27:00.000-04:00

This is something i bumped on through another blog...and its kinda cute

You are Milk Chocolate

A total dreamer, you spend most of your time with your head in the clouds.
You often think of the future, and you are always working toward your ideal life.
Also nostelgic, you rarely forget a meaningful moment... even those from long ago.

Walkforthehomeless

2006-07-30T18:37:00.000-04:00

Interesting events

2006-07-29T18:33:00.000-04:00

Summer is almost over.. and kids seem awfully bored out there in the streets. So bored, that a bunch of 9 year olds tied some sewing threads all across this lane that I (along with others) always go through. They sat and watched and waited and waited and watched until someone (which happened to be me)got tangled in it... which, BTW, didn't happen :P. Poor fellas...

We finally had our lab meeting yesterday. I always like those meetings, especially with the free food and the time off from work :D. During the last last meeting, it was my turn to present and even though I had prepared a 15 min presentation, the proff had so many questions and inputs that it lasted for a whole hour and half!! Luckily, someone else presented yesterday, so it was my turn to question...

Anywho, even though the rest of the day was a usual routine, it ended in a very weird way. Just before I left around 8ish (not a soul was around), somehow I manage to break a petridish. I do not remember breaking anything in any lab before, not even in high school :(. Then, as I'm walking out, I see two crows in the nursery playground.. and I've never seen crows in Canada. That's something you find in BD, everywhere, but what were they doing in Toronto!!?? Finally, when I was crossing the street, I see a REAL BULLET in a crack on the street, and I was so close to crouching down to have a closer look or even pick it up, but then with the cars waiting on both sides of my heels and the stop sign about to blink, plus the fact that it was a bullet (god knows how it got there) I resisted.

I'm also glad to let you know that with all the bull about ill omens attached to things like breaking stuff, seeing crows and bullets, I'm still in one piece and my day has been perrrfect. Alhamdulillah.

Chocolate Therapy..

2006-07-24T19:34:00.000-04:00

While browsing through videos, here's what I bumped into: Chocolate Therapy. Imagine having chocolate all over your face.. and even toes. Arrrghh.. what a waste of those chocolates, I would rather have em in my mouth. Meanwhile, I'm just waiting till there's chocolate therapy for every other problem in the world.

A blob in the world of blogs

2006-07-22T15:21:00.000-04:00

"Only working people write blogs"

- that's what M said when we were having a conversation about blogs. Humm.. may be, may be not. "Working people" don't have those horrid assignments to hand in or the tests to cram for. But do they really have more time to kill?? I Wish! I have this theory that as you grow older, you magically find time to manage a gazillion things at the same time. And that's how, you see, moms and dads are really real life superwomen/supermen. With my work schedule and other little activities, I find myself lost sometimes, but parents seem to manage so much in so little time: for example, taking care of kids, working, grocery, social activities.. etc. etc. etc and yet find time for themselves. Perhaps we become better time managers with time- practice makes perfect.

"It's written by people who want attention"

- AHEM... wrong, wrong, wrong. Why do I write blogs? I think it helps to lay your thoughts ~~on paper~~ .. before you. I used to write similar entries on notepads a long long time ago, but they are just lost now. I wont care if not even a single person reads my blogs. But why on the web? I kinda like blogger.com. It's simple and "userfriendly" with no hassle of complicated programs or unorganized files or papers. Sometimes, when I do go back to things I wrote way back in my school days, it gives a feeling of nostalgia, like, is that what I really thought about life back then or did that really happen?

"I don't want to be a blob in the world of blogs"

-was her last comment which, I thought, was well said. She would rather write well organized, mind tingling, deep thoughts. Fair enough, even I would enjoy reading it...depending on what she was really thinking about, one prob with such writing: if its done for an audience, does it really reflect the personality of the writer? Perhaps it does...

On other news:

I almost got shot today :(. On my way back from grocery, this 2 n' 1/2 ft tall little boi jumps on the elevator, complaining that he's late for his swimming class. Pointing at his water gun, I ask if that's what he does at his swimming class... with an evil little smile on his evil little face, he lifts one brow, points his gun at me saying: "wanna see how it works?"!!!

Kids these days! Thank goodness it was his floor and he was on the other side of the elevator by now. What I do? Quickly shut the elevator..Lesson of the day: never poke fun at someone with a gun, even if its a 2n' 1/2 ft boi with a water gun.

Antorjatic Vikkuk (International Beggar)

2006-07-15T14:27:00.000-04:00

The second you land in Bd, actually anywhere in BD, there are scores of pitiful beggars who makes you desperately rumble through ur purses and make you feel somewhat guilty for riding in the nice car with the AC. Most people in BD seem to be exhausted by them and somewhat have deaf ears to their moaning. Last year in BD, everytime we got some taka from our parents to spend, we (especially my little bro) ended up donating much of it despite the warning that we shouldn't attract too much attention. With so much violence and so little to survive on, I admire the people in Bangladesh who have managed to stay there happily.

Being approached by beggars in BD is normal, no surprise and somewhat anticipated. But it throws me off when that happens in Toronto.

Incident 1

I went shopping yesterday at STC, well actually, I went to pick up some pictures from wal-mart and on the way I stopped at every store just to chk em out and ended up buying a purse. That doesn't count as shopping, right? ANYWHO, I also stopped at the 'Everything for a Dollar' store, where you can literally buy anything for a dollar and their collections are actually better than the Dollarama! So I was just going to get some postits and from my side- someone calls "Assalamu'Alaikum". The peace wisher was a man in his late 30s. Here is what happened:

Me: wsalam?
Man: are you Pakistani?

At this point, a previous incident flashes in my mind when a my conversation with an older Pakistani man took an ikkie turn.

Me: no
Man: are you Indian?
Me: No, why do you ask?
Man: I'm Pakistani
Me: ok... (very puzzled, I know he wants something now)
Man: I am here from Pakistan, no job, no food, a Muslim brother, you Muslim, can you give me some money for food?

*sigh*, as weird as the approach was, I can't say no to that! But since I'm one of those people who just loves swiping debit cards, I didn't have cash on me.

Me: err.. Ok, sure.

I give him the very little change I had and at the same time feeling guilty for not giving him more. The man flips the dollars on his palm, and I can see the disappointment in his expression as he said ok and just left without another word

Incident 2

You often find beggars asking for change nearby subways in downtown Toronto. Apparently they make a lot of money. So much so that my bro sometimes jokes that if he cannot find a decent job, he better as well choose begging as his profession.

Once again, I was approached by one such lady, and without any hesitaion, I gave her some change with a smile.

A Black gentleman, having observed my action, jokingly took off his hat and forwarded it to me saying "Will you give ME some change?". LOL... I've been had. I rolled my eyes and passed away quickly.

On a recent visit to that particular subway, I found that lady again, dressed even better than I was!!

Incident 3

Sometimes, when I am in a super good mood, I would just drop a few changes somewhere. I don't remember what the occasion was, but a couple of years back, I dropped a note for this homeless person who was laying on the street. Leaving a few cents on his hat, the guy quickly pocketed the money so that no one else would see!

A few days later, I was told that some of these men are alcoholics. They wouldn't even work properly if someone was to give them a job and pointed to me one such person as we were walking down the street.

Poverty does exist in Toronto but it's not as transparent as in BD, neither is it so extreme. No one dies out of hunger, but people do suffer. Muslims are the poorest in some societies here, especially because a large number of them are Immigrants. There are over 30,000 homeless people in Toronto itself!! In a city where most of us are comfortably living beyond the basic needs, I guess its hightime to do something about these people. Here is what I plan on doing for now: Walk for the Homeless on July 30th

Muslim Comedy

2006-07-08T17:58:00.000-04:00

Assalamu'Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barkatuh,
I was sorta down, till I came across these videos.. so hilarious and so true.. hehe...

Alrity.. have a blast!
Massalam,
Nazia

I'm falling into.....

2006-07-03T14:23:00.000-04:00

I had planned a soothing, quite weekend with my family and some spiritual enlightenment with the Tarbiya conference that was held during the last three days.

What I got was crazy rides that churned my whole system and throat hurting screaming.. we went to the Marine Land. Under normal circumstances, I avoid rides for the love of my life, that includes not going to Wonderland, Marine Land or whatever madness is out there. Initially, the main idea was for the three of us (me, mommy and bro) to go to the Butterfly and Bird conservatory and then to the Niagara falls, behind it around it, on it and even above it. But then some fam friends joined, one of whom had the brilliant idea of going to the Marine-Land and also to force me onto rides, which she did.. grrrr.

Wait, what am I complaining about? Besides the sky screamer, and the fact that the Marine Land has no water rides whatsoever :S, everything else was actually neat. After the sky screamers, all other rides were just baby stuff. I guess Br.Mohammed Alshreef was right about swallowing the biggest frogs first, it does make ur life easier. It was fun. The dolphins, killer whales, deers and bears were something I practically grew up watching and yet, there was something unique about just seeing them again. I don't like animals caged up though, with so many people poking and throwing stuff at them, and the horrid noises they have to bare with, it's sad. Over time, away from the wild and the nature, they get used to the city life and are slowly domesticated to the way we want them. I wonder how they really feel, somebody aught to discover a machine to translate animal thoughts. Yeh, it's ironic that I lived by the zoo most of my childhood. What I didn't mind and totally loved, was feeding the scores of fish, I didn't know fish could be exciting even when not on my dinner plate... :P

We saved the best for the last, Niagara falls at night.

I used to have this friend, who wanted to spend his special moments by the falls, and now I know why. The first time we went to the falls, it was during the day with rainbows sparkling on the mist. Ignoring the crowd, this time it was even more prettier and soothing. It was just amazing everytime a seagull passed through the lights, and all of a sudden they were illuminated with red, blue, green or yellow colours :D... the whole experience was nothing short of how the aurora lights would be. I just wanted to sit there all night and watch the view. SubhanAllah for such beautiful creation. Sitting on the grass to watch the fireworks and getting dripped in the rain, just completed my day...

Even though I had my getaway and spend some quality time with my family after a long time, my biggest regret, I missed the Tarbiya conference...

Activia week

2006-06-25T23:16:00.000-04:00

Even though the past week was hectic, I found it to be quite fruitful and interesting and even somewhat refreshing! Working on weekends and weekdays sometimes upto 11hrs was an insanity, but then again, work progressed a lot -Alhamdulillahi Rabbil AlAmin-.

The refresher was Taz's secret henna night on Friday and her reception the following day. With just me, Mudd, Effie and the one and half year old Sarah the adorable doll, the cuteness splattered all across the room. Remind you, Sarah is Bengali. Sarah=Bengali= kewl and cute!! Even though the henna turned out really bad with no colour what so ever, I got to put it on everyone after such a long long time, reminded me of the times in dubai just before eid.

The night before when I was packing Taz's gift, I realized that the wrapper not only said "congratulations", it also had "New baby" written on it! Too late to change that at 3 am so that's what I had to hand in.... lolz.. the looks on Mudd and Effie's faces when they saw that were just priceless until Effie finally blurted out to Taz "is there something I don't know that everyone else does?" lolz.. I wonder if that's what Ahmed said too. Aunty's lasagna and the custard were shoo good... Good laughs... good times... great friends...and did I mention good food?

I woke up early at 5am the next day (Sat) and decided to go to work extra early. The weather was sooo lovely, cool and calm that I walked half the way. Somehow my experiments weren't going too great. At around 12, Taz calls and has a last minute brilliant idea of making small gifts for the kids!!! With 6 more hours to wrap up my experiments, shop for the chocolates and make a 100 packs of give-aways, I needed some iced-tea to breathe. Guess what, seeing the kiddos grab the small gift wraps and run about was such a joy, almost like sitting by the ocean and watching the sunset.. awwww... The reception was pretty cool, I liked the stage, Taz's beaauuttiiiifuuulll dress and Abeda's hairdo and nails with airbrush designs... ok i do have a girl in me u kno. Mudd did an awesome job on Taz's makeup MashaAllah. We sat around, ate and chatted for most part. By the time I got home, it was 1am, i think.

My results improved over the next couple of days; Brazil won all games, the best of which was the one against Japan. Poor Japanese, they were tumbling on their own ball by the end. I noticed that Ronaldo kinda gained weight, moves little but kool all the same, since even he made a goal. Argentinean are not playing like the way I thought they would and for the love of God, I do not understand why there are so many England supporters around me, perhaps it IS the "false sense of patriotism" if not for the cute players :P. I haven't watched Germany play yet, which is a shame coz I've heard they are doing well. Brazil rules and that's all I care about, the thing is, they are not only good players, they are also good enternainers. It's like as if they know when to score and when to lay off just to see the crowd go wild, I like the grins on their faces as they play. Ok enough about Brazil.

On Tuesday, me and Naeema played badminton after suchhh a long time, it was relaxing, so we said we would do it again every Tuesday inshaAllah. Last Friday was the party at my prof's place. They have such a great backyard with a badminton court and lots of trees, flowers and roses.. ahhh the roses.. are soo pretty. Its some place where you would just love to sit and chill. The only not-so-cool part was the dog. I don't mind dogs from 10 feet away, I might even appreciate their beauty, but somehow they seem to sense that I am afraid of them and try to get closer even more.. grrr.... Anywho, we had pizza, ice cream and Jaleena's hand made chocolate!! We played badminton with Dr. H and Dr.R (according to whom, I suck at badminton :( which is unfortunately very true) and talked for hours about anything and everything till the sun set and it was almost dark and Dr. H had to shoo us away! It was interesting to see the profs' private lives and get to know all the co-workers at a personal level, we should definitely do that more often.

After two weeks of hard work and excitement, it's so soothing to just take the weekend off, sit back and do nothing :D...Today is my day!

Alrity... enough said... me go back to being lazy.

Wssalam,
Nazia

Lab disaster

2006-06-13T00:20:00.000-04:00

Howdy oldies? j/k . Well... if you are wondering what I've been upto, this should give you some idea:

[Nazia] : aaahh.. i am so tired
Muskan: awwww
[Nazia] : are u going to bed.. or want to listen to me rant off?
Muskan: lol
i plan to stay up
[Nazia]:oki kool
Muskan: to finish my assign
[Nazia]: rant alert
Muskan: ill keep ur window open
[Nazia]: i worked on sunday and today
Muskan says: wow
[Nazia]: and everything was going sooo soo great... all my results were looking ok
then ...
in the last one hour of today...
everything got messed up
two days experiment down the drain...........................................................
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Muskan: omg
[Nazia]: :'(
Muskan: wut happend
[Nazia]: one stupid stupid stupid mistake
Muskan: damn [here she has this emoticon of a person banging his head on the desk]
[Nazia]: haha.. yep.. thts me
and i have a presentation tomorrow
and i have to start the experiment all over again
and i plan on being there at 7 tomorrow
Muskan: omg
how much time do u have
[Nazia]: so tht i can be done by 3 and watch Brazil playing
Muskan: soccer
[Nazia]: yeh
Muskan:
lol
lol
[Nazia] :
heyyy... its not funny
lolz
the big screen tv at the student centre plays it
u dont watch soccer?
Muskan:
sowwie... that still sounds funny
inshaAllah u'll be done... dont worry
[Nazia]: hehe.. inshaAllah
Muskan: i dont watch soccer... it can be addictive,,, whoz brazil playing
[Nazia]: i dont know but brazil is winning
Muskan:
lol
lol
u suck
[Nazia]: awww.. thankz..
Muskan: ur welcome *hugs*

My lazy days are over!

2006-06-09T23:24:00.000-04:00

The fun part of being in charge is that you get to boss people around to do the tasks you necessarily do not like doing, something Mohammad Alshareef would call "delegating" your work. It works out just great when the "someone else" likes it better than you do. I have started practicing the delegation at work, at first it seems to be fun with everyone else doing the work for you, but it sort of pushes you back too when someone else messes up. Since there are students working with me, I mustn't take away the work from them just because they made a mistake but make them learn from it :(.... its hard all the more since I am in the process of developing the technique myself so its impossible knowing whether it's just them doing the blunder or is it my technique itself? So tomorrow, with the peace of a quite lab, I must get everything done from scratch to the finishing line.. err, I mean the last slide. I'm so behind schedule, the protocol better work just in time for the great "lab meeting". Which reminds me, I have to prep for presentation too.. AAaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!

Oh Allah make my work easy and ease the burden off my shoulders.

~peace~
Nazia

A special day

2006-06-07T23:58:00.000-04:00

Today was a special day. It was a friend's birthday (Happy birthday again.. ).

Exactly a year from today, I graduated. I remember, there was a mix of happiness and sadness for a number of reasons. Finishing the degree was a milestone in my life, it meant I could move on, do something new, explore my potentials beyond books and that made me more than happy. These are the things that made me sad:

my dad couldn't be there for my graduation
yes, I finished undergrad on time. Alhamdulillah. That in itself was a big success, but what kind? Parhaps I could have done much better if I hadn't rushed, but Allah knows best.
I missed my friends, Taz was the only one there, and I was soo sooo glad to see her even though she had to wait outside the convocation hall for the whole time (they only allowed two person per graduate to get in)--Totally love ya Taz--. InshaAllah a lot of them will graduate this year

I was happy that it was the first time that my family got to meet the great teachers I've had in the uni and some of my class mates. I realized that I wasn't as unnoticed in my classes as I had thought, since some of my professors actually remembered me.. At the end, we all smiled and cheered and said our good buys and good riddence in all good mood.

Highlights of the past ("academic") year:

Taz got married. Even though we could not attend her wedding in India, we had a blast at the Prewedding at Muddz. Now I cannot wait to see her with her hubby at the Reception on 17th.
I had the thrill of my life working towards the genetics of Alzheimer's disease and my very first research paper is about to be published.. yey.. (Alhamdulillah)
I discovered QLC, a truly inspiring Arabic classes
I learnt important lessons about relationships between people, especially friends.
My place got broken into .. damn robbers
Baby Aunty passed away, may Allah grant her and her family Jannatul Ferdous
Switched to Scarb campus for summer job

Over all.. with the ups and downs, it was a pretty good year. I grew up more in the past year than all years put together and I can only thank Allah for the blessings.

Oki.. now the other great news, I received my offer of admission for Grad school from UofT today.. Here's the dilemma: To accept or not to accept the offer, that is the question.

Salamz All
*shmiles*

Sights to behold

2006-06-04T18:05:00.000-04:00

Friday had started off as a fine day with the cool morning breeze and a bright but not scorching sunshine. I caught a catholic lady just finishing her morning prayer at the bus stop which happens to be opposite a church. Two mins later, we started chatting. I had never seen anyone having raisins for breakfast, but there she was with a bag full of raisins. I guess she sensed my amusement and so offered me some too. What a nice lady, reminded me of the sunnah of the Prophet (saw) in sharing food with everyone who is present, even when it's little something.

Work was unusually boring until noon when a Professor walked her huge black dog across the 5th floor of Science Wing, with trouble written all across its face. All UTSC students know that 5th floor is the Office and Research area and no place for pets. But oh well, she is a Prof and so no one protested. Later that day, I hear this shrill cry "No! No! Put it down now!!" repeatedly.

At first guess, I thought there was a big argument broiling, so, out of curiosity, I sneak up and WHOA!! I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The dog was in lose with the professor running behind it with frantic cries, flying her arms up and down, stumping like a helpless kid. I was so perplexed myself that I didn't know how to react. So what had happened to push the prof into this bizarre fit? The evil dog had caught one of our duckling and would not let go!! The Mama and Papa geese were yelling and runny all across the field with wings spread, but couldn't do much. She (Prof) finally jumped on the dog and rolled it over to free duckling. As far as I could see from my corner, the duckling was still alive, but prolly wounded. I wanted to inquire if they were all ok, but I figured it would be best not to embarrass the Prof further. Well, that's what you get for bringing dogs to work!! Now that I think of it, UTSC is really turning into a zoo, with the ducks, valleys and a deer! Actually no, they were there since long ago, until we, the "great minds for great future" arrived at the spot. I would like to protest against cutting into the animal habitat more and more each year as the university expands.... what say you?

Massalam!

TTC strike

2006-05-31T23:45:00.000-04:00

The "red rocket" moves the city of Toronto on everyday basis. Personally, I can't do without it on a normal day. Funny how I've turned into a casual bus rider from don't-ride-buses-at-all when I used to live in dubai. Anyways, last Monday, I woke up hearing that the TTC is on strike! It had something to do with worker's rights and switching the janitors to the night shifts. A strike without a notice, as unlawful as it was, the half day strike cost the city $2.5 million in fares, oil prices quickly hiked and so did the taxi rates.

Still in bed, I looked out of the window to find a beautiful sunny day. So, packed with my sunglasses, I walked to work :D. It was a bit hot and sweaty but totally awesome. The temperature was somewhere around 34C and felt like 44 C with the humidity and a smog alert for the downtowners. It took me about an hr and fifteen minutes to get to work. Half way there, I started noticing the beautiful Scarborough woods and roadside prettiness in the late spring, with the white daisies, blue flowers and not to mention the dandelion stalks that are so fun to blow. The roads were unusually quiet without the roaring of the buses every few mins. There was this one lady who was waiting for the bus for a whole hour before I gave her the news, poor thing...

Not too many people showed up for work either. The normal classical music was switched to news and every few mins updates on the strike was aired until finally the strike was lifted around 6ish and I could take the ride home with a HUGE Alhamdulillah in mind... Interestingly, contrary to being annoyed by the inconvenience, riders were just glad to see the drivers back behind the wheels.

Dust is my bed

2006-02-09T22:49:00.000-05:00

English translation

Dust is my bed, embracing me, and is my cover
The sands are around me, engulfing me from all directions
And the tomb recounts [ the story of ] the darkness of my calamity
And the light has destined that my pleasure is in meeting [Allaah]

Where is the kindness of kin? They relinquished fidelity
Where are the scores of friends? They dispensed with my brotherhood
Where is the bliss of money? I left it behind
And where is the glory of fame and compliments?
That’s my end; dust is my bed

The beloved bade farewell to his love, and cried my elegy
The tears flow dried out, after crying
The vast universe shrank, narrowing my space
The tomb to my corpse became both my land and my sky
That’s my end; dust is my bed

Fear overwhelms my estrangement and sadness is my ailment
Hoping for steadfastness, which is – I swear – my remedy
Sincerely supplicating to the Lord; You are my hope
Hoping- O Allaah – for a paradise, in which my bliss shall be attained

ARABIC

The Sealed Nectar

2006-02-04T12:31:00.000-05:00

I heard it's pretty good... so I just started reading it.
If you don't have the time to visit the store like me,
and can bare to read it off the monitor, I'll give you a free copy:

http://www.islambasics.com/index.php?act=download&BID=23

And we have indeed made the Qur'aan easy to understand and remember

2006-02-03T20:39:00.001-05:00

FARD of Quraan, the only way Allah spoke to me:
1. read
2. understad
3. reflect upon
4. transmit

Learning arabic is simpleeeeeeeeeeeee and easy
How?@#$%^?????
check out:
www.understandquran.com
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