A glance through the eyes of a pencil

Nature’s Best


Be wise like the Zebra who teaches not to fight
Without a fuss he accommodates for black and white

Be grateful like the dog who protects his master all alone
Yet humbly appreciates even the leftover bone

Be patient like the tortoise who seems to be a pitied soul
Yet slowly but surely he reaches his goal

Be tolerant like the horse who gets whipped by man
Yet continuously  transports them to a faraway land

Be confident like the bird who flies east and west
And returns at dusk to feed its nest

Be brave like the rhino who wakes up every dawn
Knowing very well that man would kill for his horn

Be humble like the elephant who’s strength none can bear
Yet never would he walk with his head in the air

Be strong like the lion who has authority like a king
Never would he tolerate one who plays with his queen

~Yusuf Omar~



If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same,
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

~Rudyard Kipling~

She walks down the street all wrapped and clad
She smiles, for she knows her Creator is glad

While the others happily makes their bodies an object of beauty
She conceals with modesty for it is her duty

A solution to immorality the world desperately needs
Yet they frown upon her rather ‘odd’ deeds

As the Hijaab-ban came she felt no fear
Smiling under the veil she knew her Allah is near

Laws have been changed to view the beauty behind her veil
law after law, efforts hopelessly fail

She even veiled her voice, one would never hear a sound
Indeed she’s a masterpiece, a queen without a crown

A perfect daughter, An immaculate mother, An ideal wife
for the little modesty that the world has, will be found in her life

Wherever she goes, her hijaab she will wear
Like a diamond amongst sand, she is indeed very rare

~Yusuf Omar~

The Pencil

Pencil: I’m sorry…

Eraser: For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.

Pencil: I’m sorry because you get hurt due to me. Whenever I made a mistake, you are always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.

Eraser: That’s true. But I don’t really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I’ll be gone and you’ll replace me with a new one, I am actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.

I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational. Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They are always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way… they get hurt, and become smaller (older, and eventually pass on). Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.

“The knees of an orphan child goes numb…when he sees a disrespected mum”

“With tears rolling down his eyes he wishes he had…A perfect role-model, a loving dad”



Nabi Sallallahu Alaihi Wa Sallam used to make this Dua: “Oh Allah you have made my appearance beautiful so make my conduct excellent”.

A Beauty Spa that is guaranteed to improve your health, physical radiance and arrange a palatial home in the gardens of Paradise:

Detox – spiritual detox/ de – stress

Nabi Sallallahu Alaihi Wa Sallam has said: “He who constantly seeks forgiveness, Allah will show him a way out of every distress, a relief from every grief and will provide for him with such means of sustenance that he could never imagine.”

Facial – face lightening/radiance

Nabi Sallallahu alaihi Wa Sallam has said: “A person who recites Laa Ilaha Illalah 100 times daily, will on the day of Qiyaamat be raised with his face shining like the moon and none can surpass him in excellence on that day except one who recites this Kalimah more.”

Nabi Sallallahu Alaihi Wa Sallam has said: “Salaah is a charm of the face, a light of the heart and a refreshment for the body.”


Nabi Sallalahu Alaihi Wa Sallam has said: “A smiling face is charity.”

A smile is the cheapest and safest facelift.

Anti – Ageing/good health

Nabi Sallallahu Alaihi Wa Sallam has said: “May Allah keep healthy and fresh one who hears my saying, learns it and conveys it as he heard.”

Nabi Sallalahu Alaihi Wa Sallam has said: “Make it a practice to fast; you will always enjoy good health.”

Oral hygiene/ beautiful teeth

Nabi Sallalahu Alaihi Wa Sallam has said with regards to the Miswaak: “It cleanses and sweetens the mouth and checks its bad smell and it straightens the gums.”


Nabi Sallalahu Alaihi Wa Sallam has said: “A strong person is not he who overpowers his opponent but he who controls his anger.”

The messenger of Allah (Sallallahu Alaihi Wa Sallam) used to go swimming.


“Nabi Sallalahu Alaihi Wa Sallam liked to walk about in the gardens to which He sometimes went for relaxation.”


Nabi Sallalahu Alaihi Wa Sallam has said: “Anyone who performs Wudhu correctly, his sins will be removed from his body, even removed from under his nails.”


Nabi Sallalahu Alaihi Wa Sallam has said: “Make it a point to make Zikr (Glorify Allah) counting on your fingers, because the fingers will also be questioned on the day of Qiyaamat about the deeds performed by them and will speak out what they did.”

Nabi Sallalahu Alaihi Wa Sallam has said: “10 characteristics belong to the religion of Islam (two of them is) cutting the nails and washing the finger joints (to remove the dirt that usually accumulates there).”


Abu Muslim narrates: I went to see Abu Umaamah Rahmatullah Alaihima while he was in the Masjid. I asked him if had really heard Nabi Sallallahu Alaihi Wa Sallam saying…

“When a person performs Wudhu with right performance and then says his Fardh Salaah, Allah forgives him all the sins committed that day by his feet in going towards evil…..?”

He replied, By Allah I have heard these words from Nabi Sallallahu Alaihi Wa Sallam again and again.


Nabi Sallalahu Alaihi Wa Sallam has said: “Verily when a Muslim performs an excellent Wudhu and then offers five times Salaah; his sins are shed off (his body) just as these leaves fall off (This tree in autumn).”

Beautiful eyelashes

Nabi Sallalahu Alaihi Wa Sallam has said: “Apply Kuhl (antimony/surma) regularly as it clears the sight makes the lashes grow.”

Beauty tips

For attractive lips…speak words of kindness

For lovely eyes…seek out the good in people

For a slim figure…share your food with the hungry and busy yourself in prayer

For beautiful hair…expose it only to those whom Allah Ta’aala has allowed exposure

For posture…walk with knowledge, sit with humility and pay attention to character nurture.

Could we ask for a more complete and perfect example?

Take a few seconds and send at least send one Durood upon Nabi Sallallahu Alaihi Wa Sallam.

 My child,                                                                   

When I get old, I hope you understand and have patience with me.

In case, I break the plate, or spill soup on the table because I am losing my eyesight, I hope you do not yell at me.

Older people are sensitive, always having self pity when you yell.

When my hearing gets worse and I can not hear what you are saying, I hope you do not call me ‘Deaf!’

Please repeat what you said or write it down. I am sorry, my child. I am getting older.

When my knees get weaker, I hope you have the patience to help me get up. Like how I used to help you while you were little, learning how to walk.

Please bear with me, when I keep repeating myself like a broken record; I hope you just keep listening to me. Please do not make fun of me, or get sick of listening to me. Do you remember when you were little and you wanted a balloon? You repeated yourself over and over until you get what you wanted.

Please also pardon my smell. I smell like an old person. Please do not force me to shower. My body is weak. Old people get sick easily when they are cold. I hope I do not gross you out. Do you remember when you were little? I used to chase you around because you did not want to shower.

I hope you can be patient with me when I am always cranky. It is all part of getting old. You will understand when you are older.

And if you have spare time, I hope we can talk even for a few minutes. I am always all by myself all the time, and have no one to talk to. I know you are busy with work. Even if you are not interested in my stories, please have time for me. Do you remember when you were little? I used to listen to your stories about your teddy bear.

When the time comes, and I get ill and bedridden, I hope you have the patience to take care of me. I am sorry if I accidentally wet the bed or make a mess. I hope you have the patience to take care of me during the last few moments of my life. I am not going to last much longer, anyway.

When the time of my death comes, I hope you hold my hand and give me strength to face death.

And do not worry… When I finally meet our creator, I will tell Him to bless you, because you loved your dad and mom.

Thank you so much for your care.

We love you.


Mom and Dad


Married Or Not… You Should Read This:

“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer;she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake o fmy company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said forI loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since m ydivorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten metres with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling some what upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin,that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The sales girl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed – dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son— I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.”

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