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There are so many lessons we can learn from these last words that our Beautiful Prophet (peace be up him) uttered to us before his death. We should take heed and stress in our lives what he so eloquently emphasized to us over 1400 years ago. *** After praising, and thanking Allah he said: "O People, lend me an attentive ear, for I know not whether after this year, I shall ever be amongst you again. Therefore listen to what I am saying to you very carefully and TAKE THESE WORDS TO THOSE WHO COULD NOT BE PRESENT HERE TODAY. O People, just as you regard this month, this day, this city as Sacred, so regard the life and property of every Muslim as a sacred trust. Return the goods entrusted to you to their rightful owners. Hurt no one so that no one may hurt you. Remember that you will indeed meet your LORD, and that HE will indeed reckon your deeds. ALLAH has forbidden you to take usury (interest), therefore all interest obligation shall henceforth be waived. Your capital, how

More of Old Man Zackary coming soon: This story is to help people see through the eyes of another. Let me know what you think. *** Safe at Last Twilight was nearing; the birds’ chirps and chatters could be heard on the wind. His rocking chair creaked as he sat that fine Saturday evening. The children in the neighborhood were accustomed to hearing his stories every Saturday - it was a tradition from before anyone could remember. The gentleman’s age was undisclosed…even to himself. You see, he came from a place where birthdays were forgotten and papers were forever lost. They sat around his ankles that night and found him very sad. “What’s wrong?” a couple of the children asked. “Today is a day like no other…this is a day that has haunted me for over 50 years…” “What happened 50 years ago” Samantha, a girl with cute curly short black hair asked. Several of the children hardly could grasp the reality of 50 year passing, much less something important happening that long ago. Hi

I was just perusing my older musings and I came across my reflections on a movie called "The Inner Tour". It's mainly about a group of people that were made refugees from Palestine in 1948. They were allowed a three day pass to tour what is now called Israel. Below are my reflections as I watched in sadness as I learned of the people who would always be displaced. *** My Reflections: (I can't remember what scene prompted this response...but here it is) His voice was carried on the winds. A voice that no one has yet heard the beauty of its like. The melody rose and fell with the current of the breeze as he walked toward the clearing. The sun was barely kissing the horizon when he reached the front steps of his school. This was after the scene where an old man on the tour asked the driver to stop the bus while driving down a busy highway in Israel. He got off the bus and walked on the side of the highway and kept going. He then stopped and named every plant

I wrote this paper my last semester in Psychology. I thought it might be of benefit to anyone who reads it. Enjoy :) Prejudice and discrimination are very human traits. Both work hand-in-hand with differentiating things from one another. In all of our uniqueness, it is easier for our human minds to group people and things together in order to make sense of the world that we live in. Piaget’s theory suggested that, “dividing the world into meaningful categories is vital to thinking about objects or concepts and their relationships” (Papalia, 158). Prejudice is a mere assessment of a certain group of people. Discrimination is the behavior taken towards these different groups of people. Both can be positive and modes for survival, as many of our mechanisms are. According to Papalia and associates, “infants may be born with a rudimentary ability to discern certain limited categories (such as snakes and spiders) that are dangerous to humans” (Papalia, 158). Both prejudice and disc

It was Teacher Appreciation Week at my childrens school. Of course we had to buy for every beloved teacher, whether she was our teacher this year or not, but I did not mind. Afterall, I am the Queen of Caffination and I have yet to meet a teacher that would say no to caffine. We have a really nice natural grocer here in Austin, and after careful investigation I found out that they carried chocolate covered espresso beans. I was on cloud 9 thinking of my beans of caffine as I seemingly floated through the store. I checked out, as normal people do. I walked out of the store and I was abruptly knocked off of my cloud when a tall, lanky, dark-haired, heavy accented man stopped me dead front and center of the store. "I felt compelled to speak to you" he said in his seemingly french accent (I kind of felt like it was some candid camera trick). At that point he put his hand out. I didn't know what to do about that because it was weird and a lot uncomfortable. "I

“Terrorist!” they rant and rave, “Terrorist go back home” that road they would be glad to pave. “It’s not that bad” I confirm. “This land is where I came from” on that I am firm. I was born and raised in America, my home. Not in Egypt, Spain, Turkey or Rome. My heart started pumping on American soil. Not in some country that provides us with oil. This is not to say that any country is better than the other It’s just to say that I was born and raised here by my father and my mother America is home, whether you like it or not, I am an America Muslim and in our land freedom has been sought. There are many out there that don’t like this fact Un-American is what it is, I can care less for their lack of tact. As Americans and as Muslims we love this land And for both we will always stand. “Islamic Shariah Law!” they scream out “Islamic Shariah Law will take over our country!” they shout Do you people even know what Islamic Shariah is all about? It’s about preserving