Bismillah

I know that my site look different now, making some changes. I swiched to wordpress today and so far I like it. I haven’t redid my design but I think I’m going to design it a little differently. Insha’Allah all will turn out well.

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Bismillah

1 year and 5 months old and my daughter is at it again. I was up the stairs of our townhome looking out the window to where the garden that I want to plant is going to be Insha’Allah, and all of a sudden I turn around at the sound of foot steps comming up the stairs! Yes little Zahra climbed her little self right over the gate at the bottum of the stairs, without a sound, and walked her little self up the stairs! I was shocked and amazed and needless to say she was very much proud of herself. She was just a smiling and laughing! Masha’Allah. Now of course she is not staying off the stairs after that one time of so smoothly climbing the gate her skills have improved and she now flies over the gate as if it wasn’t even there… So now I took the gate down because what’s the point if she just climbs over it with no sweat.

Subhanna’Allah !!!!!

Bismillah

By my soul, for You I yearn

Deep within me, my sadness overtakes,
a love that bleeds before, the earth replays the quakes.

The end, the world no longer true,
the pleasure of seeking love, is no longer something new.

A possible destruction, the self plays out its fear.
the stress played in its direction, a silver helpless tear.

What fears can I count to unwind my gentle eyes,
A desperate reach to change, a loyal compromise.

Allah grants what is needed, but I need the whisperers song.
To help reach out to untamed thoughts, to wander the nights for long.

Allah is what is loved, for love has no end,
A danger crossed by illusion, a word to a gentle friend.

Confusion of truth, a question raises high,
what life am I living, I’m too afraid to die.

Death is not the fear, but what lies beyond?
Heaven my heart yearns for, hell my mind will respond.

The depth of my soul cries out for His mercy, the tears in my eyes
shames me to be unworthy.

Do I love You? With every fiber You have created, the time calls for fables
my life can’t now debate it.

You see me, at every corner that I turn,
my wishes have no weight, but by my soul for you I yearn.

By Taubah Abdul Ba’eth
6-6-05

Bismillah

My husbands birthday was yesterday the 5 of June. I threw a suprise party for him at our home, it was basicly just family but we have a lot of family Masha’Allah. He turned 27, how cute is that lol!!

We’ll I didn’t know what to get him because I didn’t have my debt credit card you the bankcards you use as a debt or credit card. So I couldn’t get anything from his Amazon.com wishlist which he uses to let people know what he would want if they wanted to get him something. So anyway, he loves books about Islam and the soul and inner struggles and things of that sort but I couldn’t find anything like that at the modern book stores. So after some thinking I went to the store and after buying everything for the party I got him a really cool some what expensive TRANSFORMER!!! Ok, before you think I’m a crazy nut wife let me give you a history. My husband use to love transformers as a child and growing up. Apparently they were his favorite toys and everything.

Well, he still has some tucked away in a box in our home, this is how much he likes them. I thought that it would be funny and nice to send him back to his kid days and get him a childhood toy he loved. Well, he liked it, and after all was said and done I was glade I got it for him lol!!