Blue Is…

Blue Is…

Blue is the ocean
Blue is the sky
Blue are the tear drops
people have cried.
Blue is a rain storm
Blue is a flavor
Blue is a summertime,
moments I savior
Blue is a friendship
Blue is a feeling
a broken heart
that’s just begun healing
Blue is the earth
Blue are the stars
Blue’s all around us
this whole world of ours

Oh My Fingers!

As usual it was raining outside
The blessed water from Allah, falling far and wide
I spent my time in my room on my computer
As usual I e-mailed to my sister.
Suddenly, there’s pain on my fingers, Yikes!
The pain won’t stop, it just continues and strikes!
I looked at my fingers, what did I see?
WORMS crawling, eating, biting looking squirmy
tearing away the flesh that I adore
My fingers are pretty no more.

Oh no! I quickly jumped from my seat
The worms take my fingers for meat!
I shook my arms, but the worms ate away,
Biting, tearing my flesh and determined to stay.

“Allah! What did I do wrong?
Why are the worms so strong?”
Then an inner voice said to me
“O Muslim, this is your tragedy.
You wasted your fingers on deeds sinfully.

Was it not you who sent the fake e-mail?
You spread rumors and forwarded tall tales.
Your fingers typed in insults towards our Muslim scholars.
You hurt their feelings and harassed the others.

You designed a web page to insult Islam.
Your fitnah are worse than drinking rum!
You even flirted with the opposite sex on cyberspace
You even used seductive words and dirty phrases!
Instead of having meaningful discussions
You come in all ready for sensations.
Have you forgotten when you die?
Your fingers bear account and they can’t lie.
Your mouth will be shut but the fingers will reveal
everything which you typed on the keyboard to kill.

Your fingers keep no secret and speak for all to know
Repent now! Stop typing insults for show!”

I said “I promise! I promise! I’ll stop it!”
Then the rain stopped the room was lit.
My ears drummed wildly, my thoughts full of fear.
When I looked at my fingers, the worms disappear….
(If you belong to the above category, repent now. For our Lord Allah knows it all.)

Read theses lines

Read these beautiful lines:

To realize
The value of a sister
Ask someone
Who doesn’t have one.

To realize
The value of ten years:
Ask a newly
Divorced couple.

To realize
The value of four years:
Ask a graduate.
To realize
The value of one year:
Ask a student who
Has failed a final exam.

To realize
The value of nine months:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a still-born.

To realize
The value of one month:
Ask a mother
who has given birth to
A premature baby.
To realize
The value of one week:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize
The value of one hour:
Ask the lovers who are waiting to Meet.

To realize
The value of one minute:
Ask a person
Who has missed the train, bus or plane.

To realize
The value of one-second:
Ask a person
Who has survived an accident…
To! realize
The value of one millisecond:
Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics

Time waits for no one.

Treasure every moment you have.
You will treasure it even more when

you can share it with someone special.

To realize the value of a friend:
Loose one.

Torn

Torn

You gaze upon me blindly, not seeing the truth.
You see me for what I am not.
I am not like her.
The wings that held me up once were torn by emotion.
My eyes, amber velvet turned opaque green by tears.
My face, once radiant and smiling, now somber and wary by hatred.
This pain stamped an emotional burn upon my life.
Look at me; open your eyes to the sunshine that forever awaits.
A chained heart, sealed with eternal pain…
Breaking the shattered illusion where life was bliss.
Seeing the sun through the mist, through dark clouds…
Shackled forever to this misery, to this hatred.
Old wounds disturbed once again…

I stopped writing

I stopped writing

I used to picture a little island that would
whisk me away for days.
I should have never stopped writing.
It is what gives me the strength to move on.
I put it aside and carried on.
I used to be scared that someone would find
what I wrote and read it.
So after a while of having a precious
writing I’d rip it up.
I was embarrassed about some of the ways
that I felt, Ashamed.
My paranoid feelings made me put down
My Pen and Pad.
So I stored my emotions in the back of
my head.
Rigorously they built up in my brain
until it was too late to realize.
I held in so much pain.
Only to have my conscience haunt me and
by not writing, delete me.

depression feels like this

Life goes on as usual but I go deeper and deeper into a fog
my eyes seem to have trouble focusing : I can no longer make out anything except
What lies directly in my path , as if the world were far away at the end of a long gray tube this is how depression feels I am tired ,tired beyond bearing yet sleep brings no relief to me

Description of Depression in poplar book series

This is a very acute description of what depression feels like and what it manifests itself as.foggy figure

 

J.K. Rowling came up with the Dementor characters during an episode of clinical depression; substitute “Depression” for “Dementors” and you have an apt description:

Depression’s are among the foulest creatures that walk this earth. They infest the darkest, filthiest places, they glory in decay and despair, they drain peace, hope, and happiness out of the air around them… Get too near Depression and every good feeling, every happy memory will be sucked out of you. If it can, the Depression will feed on you long enough to reduce you to something like itself…soulless and evil. You will be left with nothing but the worst experiences of your life.

They don’t need walls and water to keep the prisoners in, not when they’re trapped inside their own heads, incapable of a single cheerful thought. Most go mad within weeks.

And, like the infamous Dementor’s Kiss, the depressed person feels:

There’s no chance at all of recovery. You’ll just… exist. As an empty shell. And your soul is gone forever…lost.Dementors

Praying for strentgh

I am so depressed and despondent
Frustration is a daily occurrence
hopelessness is caused by the mind numbing monotony of boredom
Sleep is elusive and ever fleeting

Dreams are none existent

Life is always in shades of gray

nothing happy ever stays

darkness shadows and ghost haunt the walls of my mind

tormenting me at all hours

should haves

could haves

would haves

always getting in the way

All I can do is fall down and pray

Pray for hope

Pray for strength

Pray for patience

Pray for Allah to show me the way out of this gray