Daddy, forgive me!

Daddy, forgive me...
You have been nothing but everything,
The rock that I build on,
The shoulder which I stand upon,
With you I saw the horizon,
And yet, I get the better of me!

Daddy, forgive me...
For leaving words unsaid,
When you were always so generous with them,
When you raise me up bathed in them,
You were always ready to affirm!

Daddy, forgive me...
For putting you up on the line,
Though,
I wanted you to know, to me, your life is more precious than mine!

Daddy, forgive me...
For keeping you awake with worry,
For telling you lies,
For not saying sorry,
For the tears you had in your eyes!

Daddy, forgive me..
For if you don't, my life isn't any,
For if you don't, my sadness too many,
For if you don't, I have no victory,
To conquer my pride and say what needs to be!

A Prayer

Bismillahi rrahmannirrahim.

Ya Allah,
Offenses have clothed me in the garments of my lowliness,
Separation from You have wrapped me in the clothing of my misery,
My dreadful crimes have deadened my heart,
I beg You, bring it to life by forgiveness from You!

By Your Might,
I find no one but You to forgive My sins,
And I see none but You to mend my brokenness,
I am turning to You,
Repeatedly turning to You,
I have humbled myself to you in abasement.

Ya Allah,
If You cast me out from Your Door, from whom will I take shelter?
If You repel me from Your Side, in whom shall I seek refuge?
My grief is my ignominy and disgrace!
My sorrow, my evil deeds,

Ya Allah,
I ask You, the Forgiver of great sins,
Mender of broken bones,
Overlook my ruinous misdeeds,
And cover my disgraceful secret thoughts,
And at my resurrection, cool me Ya Allah, with Your pardon and forgiveness,
Cover me Ya Allah, with Your forbearance!

Ya Allah,
Let the cloud of Your Mercy, cast Its shadow upon my sins,
So that billows of Your Clemency flows over my faults,
For, I am but a fugitive servant bound to return to none but You!

Ya Allah,
None can save me from my Master's Wrath, except my Master Himself!

Ya Allah,
If remorse for sins, is a repentance,
Than I, by Your Might, am one foremost in remorse!
If praying for forgiveness is an alleviation,
Than I am one foremost in prayers for You!

Ya Allah,
I want to return to You, well pleased by You!

Ya Allah,
Only You have power to turn towards me,
Please, turn towards me,
Through Your Clemency, pardon me,
Through Your Knowledge of me, be gentle towards me,
For it is You who has opened the door for forgiveness,
A door called repentance, when You said "Repent to God with unswerving repentance",

Ya Allah,
My sins are hideous, but Your Pardon...Beautiful!
Clothed me, Ya Allah, in Beauty!

Note

Anyone wishing to propagate the usage of the Dinar and Dirham, can contact me. This is the opening, the chance!

All for Love

When it's love you give
(I'll be a man of good faith.)
Then in love you live.
(I'll make a stand. I won't break.)
I'll be the rock you can build on,
Be there when you're old,
To have and to hold.

When there's love inside
(I swear I'll always be strong.)
Then there's a reason why.
(I'll prove to you we belong.)
I'll be the wall that protects you
From the wind and the rain,
From the hurt and pain.

Let's make it all for one and all for love.

Let the one you hold be the one you want,
The one you need.

Cause when it's all for one it's one for all.

When there's someone that should know
Then just let your feelings show
And make it all for one and all for love.

When it's love you make
(I'll be the fire in your night.)
Then it's love you take.
(I will defend, I will fight.)
I'll be there when you need me.
When honor's at stake,
This vow I will make:

Don't lay our love to rest
Cause we could stand up to you test.
We got everything and more than we had planned,
More than the rivers that run the land.
We've got it all in our hands.

Let's make it all for one and all for love.

Friends

It is narrated by ‘Umar bin al-Khattāb that the Prophet (صلى الله عليه وآله وسلم) said:

"Among Allah’s servants there are some who are neither Prophets nor Martyrs but on the Day of Judgement the Prophets and the Martyrs will envy their stations. The Companions asked: ‘O Messenger of Allah, tell us, who are those people?’ He replied: ‘those are the people who love one another on Allah’s count. They are neither related to one another nor do they have any property to exchange. I swear on Allah that they will have faces of light,they will be on pulpits of light. They will not have any fear when others will be afraid, they will not have any grief when others will be aggrieved.’ Then he recited the verse: Beware! No doubt, there is no fear for the friends of Allāh nor shall they be sad and sorrowful. "

Mummy

"...Among many people being happy and excited this morning one woman was very quiet, she had feelings that no one could possibly have: for her this historic morning of June,8 was the confirmation of the formula “La Hawla wa la Quwwata illa Billah” with which she started this whole journey back in 2005 when she single-handedly proposed the introduction of Gold Dinar to the government of Kelantan. It was often a lonely journey – a little woman trod a path which nobody walked through before. But she kept on going and going as she believed the journey itself is worthwhile regardless its outcome. It is because of the Taqwa of this one woman that the Sunna Money has now arrived to Kelantan. Madam NIK MAHANI MOHAMAD, you will be remembered by generation after generation as the one who lit up the first candle in the complete darkness of Malaysia..."
- http://muamalahcouncil.com/component/content/article/100-the-kelantan-dinars-and-dirhams-have-arrived.html

Money

"In Islam, paper was and could never be money!
In fact, paper as money is nothing less than Haram!
And the use of paper as money is fraudulent and absurd!"

The above was the three lines that I keep repeating to those that visited the PMBK booth at the Muktamar.
They're intrigued by my claims, maybe because they've never heard anything like it.
Most would start with skeptic eyes and a cynical scoff...Until they realize, the joke's on them!

"What is the difference between this note (an RM 10 in red) and this note (an RM 5 in green)...Isn't it just the colour and the number?
Take these coins in your hand, all 10 of them are different in terms of its weight, in terms of the sweat and toil that goes into producing each one...and that my friend, is value, is money!"

Different crowds reacted differently,
Some wanted to know the investment perspective of the coins...most actually,
To which, I had good answers and advices as well,
But the story doesn't stop there,
In fact, the story doesn't even begin there...well, at least for the Muttaquns and the Muhsins,
For them, the story begins in the battle!

"Did you know that there is no harsher a language in the Quran, more than that used on Riba? You're at war with Allah if you're not at war with Riba! Allah said:

O you who believe! Be afraid of Allâh and give up what remains from Riba if you are believers. And if you do not do it, then take a notice of war from Allâh and His Messenger - al Baqarah, 278-279

And paper money is Riba! Quite simply because, yesterday's dollars wouldn't buy tomorrow's goods, and so, there's disparity, which is wrong, which is evil, which is Riba!"

And some dropped tears and couldn't hide them from me,
And some wanted to do something right away, for fear of being at war with Allah!
Some asked if buying the coins would suffice.

"Buying the coins and keeping it int the safe-box is not enough, you gotta use them as money!"

To the above statement, I get a resounding "HOW???"
I said, quite as simply as how you do it now with the paper,
Offer the coins when you're exchanging the goods you bought,
And when people ask you of what it is,
Tell them what I'm telling you now,
That this is money!
That this is gold, and this is silver!
And in a thousand years, they'll remain gold and silver...scarce metal,
That would require one, hard labour to obtain it, either by mining them or exchanging them with something valuable, instead of blatant printing.

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There are more than 1 million things to be said about the Muktamar,
And a million more about the "leaders",
But I wouldn't bother, not here,
Allah has shaped every single thing to perfection,
There must be some role that ignorance play.
May Allah bless the man that prostrated and cried at the sight of the coins,
Knowing that his shoulders now bear the weight of the battle,
May Allah bless you and I, who wants nothing more, nothing more than His recognition.
Ameen.

Could It Be?

Could it be,
That this is yet, another self-abasement period for me?
Has my pride soared so high that only You can abase me?
Will I be able to redeem myself higher in Your Eyes?
Will I survive?

Could it be,
That this is yet, another Mercy?
Just like the one You did for me?
When You let life leave me cold with only You to warm me?

Could it be,
That this is a test that shall defeat me?
That nothing could redeem me?
That You have turned Your Majestic face away?
In disdain...

Could it be,
That You hate me?
That my entire being could be so undeserving?
That You have left me to my own destiny?
That I shall spiral my way down the abyss?

Could it be,
That there is still hope for me?
That You would take me back?
I beg You,
Please take me back!

I feel so cold!
Now that I've tasted Your Warmth and Your Light,
I feel so alone!
Now that I've seen Your Mercy and Your Might,
I feel so hapless!
Now that I've built my life around You,
I wonder why I need him too?

A Note to Readers of the Blog

This blog is being used by the author, as means of expressing her deepest thoughts and wishes, and could contain matters of sheer imagination.