Who's Ready for Ramadhan?

photo credits & source: Brotherhood Arts

Aren't these buttons AWESOME?!?

MashAllah, Muslims are so creative sometimes.  :)

And whether you're first fast starts tomorrow, or Monday or whenever, we want to sincerely wish you a blessed Ramadhan!  Happy fasting!


"The person who fasts during Ramadhan experiences an even greater joy [than being gleeful and overjoyed at the fleeting things of this world], one related to this world (the happiness of breaking the fast at dusk) and one related to the Hereafter (the ultimate jot of meeting God and recieveing lasting bliss of Paradise)."  -Shaykh Hamza Yusuf, in Purification of the Heart, p. 185.

Motivational Stuff...

Everyone likes those cheesy motivational posters, right?

You know the ones I'm talking about...with a few inspirational words, a beautiful background image, and a stunning lay-out that showcases all the elements of art (unity, harmony, balance, texture, line, shape...etc.).

And for you folks who will vehemently deny appreciating these works, I've got something that even you can't not like.

Enter Karen Salmonsohn.  I stumbled upon her website upon one of my blog-hopping adventures and fell in love with it.

After all, who could not love this:

source: notsalmon.com

source: notsalmon.com

Source: notsalmon.com

source: notsalmon.com

source: notsalmon.com

 Feel better yet?  :P

Check out her gazillion-and-one posters at notsalmon.com...click under "older posts" to see the full range of cutsey, pretty, and even breath-taking posters.  Happy viewing!

My attempt at poetry

The tempo of the beating sun numbed coherent thinking.

My thoughts gasped for a moment’s breeze.

The soles of my feet cried out for a breather.

A rest it called, a moment’s rest it pleaded.

I consoled the pangs of pain ringing in my limbs, "patience is a virtue".

In the thick of day, in the soulless dusk, I trekked.

A voice pierced out, fragmenting the silence of the barren surroundings.

The milky deep tone saturated my crusty pores.

It soothed my passionately inflamed skin.

Moistened the shields of my iris

I clamoured to the call, “Who is there?”

It ignored my pleas for confrontation.

Disappearing into the abyss, I was left solitude once again.

My knees crumbled to the earth, no vigour left to dictate orders

Eyelids were sealing, arms were draping. A few seconds wait, and permanently
comatose.

Few seconds passed, my heart in arrest, and the beatific call was heard once more,

“Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar, La ilaaha illa-Lah”