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Dear Allah,

I write to you now at the first time. I´d like to thank You for all those years You have guarded me and my fumbling steps in this worldly life. I am grateful for every moments but as You know, I have forgot many times to thank You.

I have to admit that being Muslim hasn´t always be so easy than I though it will be when I said shahada. Many times other people have told me nasty jokes about my hijab and about my faith. They have laughted at me but I have tried to remember how lucky I am when I can follow Your path. I still remember the moment when I found You. It took years to understand what Islam really means but I haven´t regretted any single moment. Thanks again that You choosed me to become Your servant.

But You know my feelings already as You are all-knowing.

I am so sorry about all my sins, the moments when I have forgot Your endless love. You created us humans incomplete and when I remember this it makes me to thank You because You are always there to protect me. Many times I have wanted those worldly luxuries which aren´t good for me. I have looked down on some, being jealous for some whose seem to be more lucky than I and forgot that this world and all it´s treasures are only a pale reflection of Jannah. If I am lucky enough, I can imagine the day when I can see ít. It means a lot of work I know and I try my best.

It´s soon Ramadan again. I am here again asking from You same like I ask every year; please give me patience, tolerance and wisdom to make my Ramadan beneficial. And if it´s Your will, I also wish that days wouldn´t be too hot here.

Your humble servant,

Sister Herb
 
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Sam looked at frank with a beady eye, it didn't go unnoticed.

"what's that look for Sam?, don't tell me you're still offended about the parrot jokes." Frank ruffled his feathers to show his annoyance at Sam's touchiness.
"yeah I'm sick and tired of your lame humour Frank. I ain't no clown bird, and I have feelings you know."
"that's why you eat dead animals squawk"
"there you go making fun of me again dammit, Frank don't you ever consider my feelings? I thought we were pals."
"Pals?... Pals? heck I trained you, you dumb ox"
"I think I prefer it when you call me parrot"

a quiet moment of uneasiness passed between them. Best of buddies, they didn't like to feel sq-awkward with each other.

"what do you mean by 'clown bird' Sam?"
"well it's obvious isn't it. You clearly lack imagination"
"indulge me" frank lifted on talon off the wire, in a gesture reminiscent of an invitation to indulge him.
"Well, it's simple. Those humans dress up with make up on their faces and big shoes with baggy trousers and fall over themselves like idiots, repeating the same jokes Frank. If anything, by that description, I'd say you was the parrot. You're jokes are painfully repetitive."
"hah, very clever Sam. I see what you did there. If I'm the clown - what does that make you?"
"You really wanna know?"
"Yeah let's have it Sam" a challenge.
"Ok, well, unlike you Frank, I always have my morning bath in the pond, I fly for a full ten minutes to shake off the water and look prim. My black feathers shine majestic. I'm the equivalent of a businessman in black suit in comparison to you buddy."

This time round, it was Franks turn to look at Sam with a beady eye. Sam felt smug, and let laid one on the car passing below. "bank deposit"

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Scimi
 
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This writing challenge is really motivational and great for self expression.i love it​
 
It was a very cold December night.Howling wind was heard outside her windows which she had firmly shut.Maha was pacing back and forth in her corridor,clasping and un clasping her cold hands.Her mind was anxious ,unconsciously she wishes to get rid of the cold in her hands.Or was it the coldness of her heart??Suddenly a pungent feeling swept through her soul as sadness heavily set inside her room.Overwhelmed with the fact that she was standing alone in her corridor now she was consumed with guilt,engrossed in desolation!Just then she mustered up some courage and ventured forth in to her study.So she took out a paper from her writing pad and then hold a pen.



Dear sweetheart,
I hope my words find you in good health and spirits.As I write to you im whispering prayers for your safe return.I understand you fled from my oscillating moods and my temper.I know my fluctuating disposition hurt you but also know that my intensions for you always remained the same .Always in my mind I appreciated your consoling presence and strength.Come back as I feel very lonesome today as tears fall down my eyes I pray for your return.You are more remote today than ever,remoter in mind perhaps than in distance.Longing for your gracious and compelling company.Hopefully you would come to know me now as I am and was.
truly,
Yours Beloved.

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Arfa said:
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This writing challenge is really motivational and great for self expression.i love it​
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I agree. It´s interesting to see what kind of ideas pop up from people´s mind with those pictures.
 
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She froze not knowing what to do. If she ran, he'd chase her and inevitably catch her; and if she stayed he'd be able to sink his sharp incisors into her flesh, devouring her without mercy. As he stood over her, she felt her heart stop and race all at the same time. Her right ankle was so close to his left paw that she could feel the slight brush of his fur tantalizing her. She wanted to scream. She wanted to fly. She wanted to be any where else that allowed her to tremble freely. He dug his claws into the dirt and she closed her eyes.
 
It is :D I had some yesterday and then I got so busy and totally forgot to post them :facepalm: I will post them soon inshallah :D
 
^ Thanks. I will have then some moments for training...

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Assalamu Alaikum

Sorry for the long wait, I've been really busy :D

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One night I had a dream:

I sat by the sea shore and looking up in front of the open sea. There was no sign of people, no boats, nor even birds. Only a large golden sun, which started to fall into the sea and dyed in all its colors. It was purple as the most beautiful roses, blue as the sky, green as moss, turquoise, yellow ... and finally it became a golden.

On the horizon was something, which came closer and closer. Soon, I saw the boat and the man who stood on it. He was looking lonely. It was hard to tell whether he was young or old, it was like he did not have age at all. The boat came close to the shore.

- Where are you going, a traveler, a man yelled at me.
- I just came to admire the sunset, I replied. - How about you? Where do you sail?
- I am sailing at the sea of the life, I'm not going anywhere and I am not coming from anywhere too. I am always on the way.
- That's strange. What does it mean?
- I carry dreams with me. People everywhere put their the deepest wishes to the waves of the sea and I pick them up, then carry them to the bottom of the sea. Some dreams are too selfish, and they change there as rocks. Some, the most beautiful and pure which come from the pious heart settle to the mussels. They be there for years and slowly they will change as the most beautiful pearls. When someone's dream has grown in a bright pearl, I picked it by this long stick, lift up to the surface and place it on the sea foam. Waves carry it to the beach and this dream comes true.

The man began to punt away with his boat.

- Remember me then, when in your heart is a desire for getting something beautiful, when you have a dream you wish to become true, said the man, before his boat had disappeared to the skyline.
 
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Sunset a time for reflection and cognizance.The solo traveller was gazing at magnificence of the golden sea at the uninhabited place of perfect solitude and peace.Its your road and yours alone others may walk with you but no one can walk it for you.Such a place,such hours of deep seclusion and freedom to be at peace from all the chaotic noise of life's fastidious pace.O solo traveller!how deep do you ponder now?Your soul is free as it speaks with the Almighty and finds an inner strength.Solitude is power for you,when you dig deeper into your soul and find the inner blemishes and dis figuration of ones soul.Solo Traveller was looking at the Orange sky how strange a soul I possess was the thought in mind.What a mess I am!How torn I feel inside?Im alive that's a sign...of life.From all the distractions of the world here is the real distraction to embrace my soul with all its messy and torturous feelings and to love it even more in all its glory.Thanking Creator for this bountiful abundant life and blessed state of accepting my soul as it is as it comes and grows ....spiritually and mentally.Such soul lifting hours are these when one dives into sea of seclusion to embrace ones soul.Knowing fully your spirit belongs to the Highest One above all universe.Thanking again for the gift of acceptance and bounties in ones journey .O solo Traveller may your heart and soul be illuminated with the light of Deen and straight path of contentment and peace.
 

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