Allaho Akbar, Allaho Akbar, La ilaha ila Allah wa Muhammadur Rasulullah, Sallalahu Alaihi wa Salaam. _________________________________________________________

The Room

Author Unknown


In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small indexcard files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings.

As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "People I Have Liked". I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.

And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match.

A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I Have Betrayed".

The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read", "Lies I Have Told", "Comfort I Have Given", "Jokes I Have Laughed At". Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've Yelled at My Brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents". I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.

I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts", I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.

An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore "People that I Have Taught About Allah". The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.

RE: Dua for Palestine and Lebano
Fecha: 24/01/2008 23:29
--- dulmar wrote:

بعد أرق تحية أرسلها لكم.

اود منكم ان تكثروا من الدعاء في ظهر الغيب
لأخواننا .. بـ فلسطين .. والعراق .. ولبنان.. وبكل بقاع الارض
فقد .. زادت آلامنا لم َ نسمعه من سفك للدماء وتهديد .. بالقصف
أو الحصار .. او الإغتيال !!

لكن .. باتت آلامنا .. لا تستطيع .. الصمت ثواني ..
فــ مات الشيخ قهرا .. واغتصبت الارض عنوة ً
وسفك الدم الطاهر من رأس طفلة بـ الشهر الاول !!
ودفنت إمراة تحت أقدام الجنود الاسرائليين .. او المارينز !!


يالله ما أعظمه من ألم
يالله ما أعظمه من ألم


كلي رجاء بان تكثروا الدعاء لهم


اللهم أنت ربنا و إلهنا و خالقنا قصدناك و رجوناك فلا تخيب رجاءنا و دعوناك فاستجب دعاءنا .

اللهم انصرنا نصراً عزيزاً من عندك على من يحاربونك و يحاربون سنة نبييك
ودينك و يقتلون عبادك ، اللهم كِلَّ سلاحهم واضرب وجوههم و مزقهم و فتتهم
و حتهم حتاً واجعل أمرهم شتاً شتاً ، واجعل بيننا وبينهم سداً سداً ، و صب
عليهم العذاب صباً صباً ، و أطفأ نارهم و شلّ إرادتهم .

اللهم جردهم من حولهم وقوتهم و سلطهم على أنفسهم و اجعل بأسهم بينهم .


اللهم من كادنا فكده ، و من عادانا فعاده ، ومن حاربنا فاهزمه ، ومن قاتلنا
فاقتله ، و من شردنا فشرده و من مزقنا فمزقه ، ومن مكر بنا فامكر به ،
ومن خدعنا فاخدعه ، و من أشغلنا فأشغله ، و من بغى علينا فأهلكه ،
و من آذانا فدمره ، و من حقد علينا فزلزله ، و من خطط للنيل منا فأفشله
ومن أذلنا فاجعل الذلة والمسكنة عليه يا الله.

اللهم عظم الخطب و اشتد الكرب و تفاقم الأمر ولا إله إلا أنت إليك المشتكى
و أنت المستعان و لاحول ولا قوة إلا بك يامن لا فَرَج إلا من عنده ولا نجاة
إلا بيده و لا نصرة إلا من عنده

اللهم صغر كل متكبر واكسر كل متجبر واقهر كل ظالم و أذل كل متعزز
علينا يا رب العالمين .

اللهم رد كيد كل كائد و احم كل عائذ بك و أجر كل لائذ بك و انصر كل مستنصر
بك و أعن كل مجاهد وآوِ كل شارد و أطعم كل جائع . اللهم إن المجاهدين
حفاة فاحملهم و عراة فاكسهم و جياع فأطعمهم . اللهم إن بالأمة من
العسر والضنك والشدة والكرب ما لا يعلمه إلا أنت و ما لا يقدر على كشفه
غيرك

اللهم رب السموات و الأرض لا إله إلا أنت سبحانك وبحمدك نستغفرك
ونتوب إليك ونبرأ من حولنا وقوتنا إلى حولك وقوتك ونضرع ونلجأ إليك
لا ملجأ ولا منجا منك إلا إليك


اللهم إنا ضعفاء فقوِّ في رضاك ضعفنا وخذ إلى الخير بنواصينا و اجعل الإسلام
منتهى رضانا اللهم إنا ضعفاء فقونا و إنا أذلاء فأعزنا و إنا فقراء
فأغننا يا أرحم الراحمين.
اللهم آميـــــــــــن

اللهم انصرهم ... اللهم ثبتهم ... اللهم أيدهم بجنود من عندك يا الله

اللهم انزل على قلوب أهل غزة الصبر و الثبات

اللهم تقبل كل شهيد ... و اشفي كل جريح ..

اللهم زلزل الارض من تحت اقدام اليهود ... اللهم اجعل تدبيرهم تدميرهم

اللهم انزل عليهم عذابا لا يبقي منهم احدا


اللهم امين