[Aljannah]

This is for KTL. I've seemed to have upset him in the past. Here's why. A thread was made on Shahid Afridi and his wonderfulness and some of us, mainly me, were making praise about how truly Awesome he is Mashallah. But things got out of hand. And KTL made a comment which I responded to and things kinda went sour from there.

The reason I make a public apology and not a private one is because the situation/disagreement happened in front of all. So here it is. I'm sorry if you felt I belittled you in anyway. Even though you said some pretty personal and harsh things yourself too ( I can't remember exactly all of them now as the mods deleted them). But there were a few.

Didn't know you had two accounts... are we allowed that? Can I make another one? Yes ok maybe not. Apparently I need guidance on how to comment and what not on threads. I thought I was doing pretty well actually. No harm in being given a little er... advice? Now and then. Ok? Yeah.

Yes. So. That's that then. Do feel free to comment and all that. I don't usually ever have to apologise because I do say what I mean. If a spelling/error or a missed word here and there makes my work look disoriented. Then That's just me being lazy and not proof reading my work. Anyhow, now to end this. Hope the air is clear and you all can move on and be happier in your lives now.

P.S to the Mods. Be you male or female. One thing as Muslims we gotta remember, if you are correcting someone's mistake, do it with respect at first. Someone might genuinely not know what they've done wrong. I wasn't going to return, (and have other more extremely important games to play online) but I did, because it looks fun around here. Even though we have a million different versions of Islam flying around. I like how you'll get along well here. It's how it should be. Don't shove your versions of Islam down peoples throat and that., and do your thing soundly. I like it. We don't know who will be accepted by Allaah swt. And shouldn't babble on about how much our version is better etc. ( ok so really I shouldn't just wake up and do these types of essays, but it needed to be said, I don't want to owe anyone anything on the Day of Judgement, unless you wanna take some of my bad deeds? we don't even need to acknowledge eachother Got Me?) If that's your wish.

Lol Yousaf Estes says this GOT ME in his reversion YouTube link story thing.

Ok enough. Take care and be good and grow them beards and Drapes your Hijaabs. I'm outta here.

[The-Mughal-Sister]

Here at Yanabi.com we have had arguments, disagreements and ill used words thrown here and there, it happens, it's part of the course of life where different people from different walks of life gather to discuss but what we pride in ourselves it the ability to take responsibility for our bad actions and ill used words and apologize, to learn from our mistakes and change for the better.

I hope Brother KTL accepts your public apology and we all learn from this episode and don't bring up personal issues especially in jest.

PS, I don't think he has 2 accounts he must have changed his user name.

This post has been edited by The-Mughal-Sister: 07 April 2012 - 11:50 AM

[Know-the-Ledge]

It was a feeling from within, a shriek, like a corpse wanting you to hear its personal story, a hundered eyes you thought lifeless turn and fix upon you, the pierce of the blackness diffuses, emotionally replete, screams you repress, gritty decaying bodies you see over stonewalls as you peek, a young boy suspended in greyness.

When all you know falls apart, it's frightening, reminders of old times stay fresh in the murky ponds of suffocating tadpoles, raped of innocence, you avoid mirrors, for a face you don't know stares back, it looks old, bitter-eyes and sharp lines, broken, disappointed and tethered, you hover in worldly approximations; fighting fate but succombing quickly, to a life less ordinary, dejected, alone, disliked and discarded into a desert where you discover colossol wrecks of worlds that have sunk, there is nothing there but decay and levelled sands.


Asalamu 'alaiki al Jannah

I hope ju are in good health and good spirits, everything else is circumstantial. My eyes widened upon seeing this thread with that startled expression that girls have on their faces because they've shaped their eye-brows as such and they're taking profile pictures for their Facebook profiles infront of public toilet mirrors, ju know which one I mean, the "I want a husband with a badboi image, but goodboy attitude" expression lal

Without digging graves and holding grudges like i'm a Mirpuri or something, I want to gracefully catch, pocket, own and and accept this compunction from quaters unbeknown because I really didn't expect it. It's like a bolt out of the blue hell, I thought it would have been easier to sell ice-cream to an Eskimo or water to a Whale than extract or expect such contrition from such an enterprising young girl as your goodly self. You've proved me wrong, another fine victory ju can lord over yours truly; a feather in your cap, a string in your bow, a star on your stripe.

We can try to pin the tail on the Donkey, put the thread through the needle, dig graves, count the holes in the cheese or play musical chairs all day and night about he said - she said, but it's futile and incoducive to mind, body and soul of one and all.

I remember me from my peppy days as a wild-child, I used to enter the fray to fight a good fight; but now my dearest, in spite of short-sharp-shocks of the old me, which haunts me like a vestige, a ghost of the past, I no longer want to be a victor nor the vanquished in such ungainful chuntering that indignifies the human spirit and sullys the heart.


"Once more into the fray
Into the last good fight I'll ever know
Live and die on this day
Live and die on this day"

I think a part of us both died on that day, but today the spiritual cadaver has been breathed life into, ignited and enlivened, to live and fly another day without the agony of untold stories inside us...some birds are not meant to be caged, our feathers are just too bright, we're made to soar, but with that comes responsibility - a note to both - .

Thank you for dropping your defiance and helping me to grow a rose out of the cracked concrete. Every action has a reaction, every cause has a pause, every girl has a destiny and every legend has a fate; I guess this was ours.


I'll see ya' in another life, al 'Jannah'


- Amir

[Aljannah]

I.Will.Back, on 07 April 2012 - 01:12 PM, said:

It was a feeling from within, a shriek, like a corpse wanting you to hear its personal story, a hundered eyes you thought lifeless turn and fix upon you, the pierce of the blackness diffuses, emotionally replete, screams you repress, gritty decaying bodies you see over stonewalls as you peek, a young boy suspended in greyness.

When all you know falls apart, it's frightening, reminders of old times stay fresh in the murky ponds of suffocating tadpoles, raped of innocence, you avoid mirrors, for a face you don't know stares back, it looks old, bitter-eyes and sharp lines, broken, disappointed and tethered, you hover in worldly approximations; fighting fate but succombing quickly, to a life less ordinary, dejected, alone, disliked and discarded into a desert where you discover colossol wrecks of worlds that have sunk, there is nothing there but decay and levelled sands.


Asalamu 'alaiki al Jannah

I hope ju are in good health and good spirits, everything else is circumstantial. My eyes widened upon seeing this thread with that startled expression that girls have on their faces because they've shaped their eye-brows as such and they're taking profile pictures for their Facebook profiles infront of public toilet mirrors, ju know which one I mean, the "I want a husband with a badboi image, but goodboy attitude" expression lal

Without digging graves and holding grudges like i'm a Mirpuri or something, I want to gracefully catch, pocket, own and and accept this compunction from quaters unbeknown because I really didn't expect it. It's like a bolt out of the blue hell, I thought it would have been easier to sell ice-cream to an Eskimo or water to a Whale than extract or expect such contrition from such an enterprising young girl as your goodly self. You've proved me wrong, another fine victory ju can lord over yours truly; a feather in your cap, a string in your bow, a star on your stripe.

We can try to pin the tail on the Donkey, put the thread through the needle, dig graves, count the holes in the cheese or play musical chairs all day and night about he said - she said, but it's futile and incoducive to mind, body and soul of one and all.

I remember me from my peppy days as a wild-child, I used to enter the fray to fight a good fight; but now my dearest, in spite of short-sharp-shocks of the old me, which haunts me like a vestige, a ghost of the past, I no longer want to be a victor nor the vanquished in such ungainful chuntering that indignifies the human spirit and sullys the heart.


"Once more into the fray
Into the last good fight I'll ever know
Live and die on this day
Live and die on this day"

I think a part of us both died on that day, but today the spiritual cadaver has been breathed life into, ignited and enlivened, to live and fly another day without the agony of untold stories inside us...some birds are not meant to be caged, our feathers are just too bright, we're made to soar, but with that comes responsibility - a note to both - .

Thank you for dropping your defiance and helping me to grow a rose out of the cracked concrete. Every action has a reaction, every cause has a pause, every girl has a destiny and every legend has a fate; I guess this was ours.


I'll see ya' in another life, al 'Jannah'


- Amir

Dear SIS

Jazakallah, and thanks also for your advice. Much appreciation. We all have differences, and are prone to mistakes. So yes. Onwards and upwards.

He can feel free to apologise to me also. Just because we spend a life and a day on a forum. Doesn't make us untouchable. Izaat bar to hai, katthi nehe.

@ I.Will.Back: I was hoping there would have been more. That has gotta be the best short story I have ever read. Please feel free to write another one soon. One with more of a happier ending Inshallah ta'ala. I do so enjoy a happy ending.

Also them guys who look like gundas and are chungeh inside. I'm posting that on my Facebook page. That cracked me up XD.

I think I've out stayed my welcome

Now I need to go troll on some non Muslim forums. See how their hospitality is compared to ours (: I'm thinking the slow steady approach, compared to the radical one I have used here

Barak'Allah fee

[Know-the-Ledge]

Lal ju guys would give an Aspirin a headache. If ju believe that I haven't apologised even now after the 'Coarse.Language.is.Unacceptable' thread and this here above, then let's just put it down to a difference in understanding, everyone has there own.

AlJannah I apologise sincerely without any disingenuous undertone for the way I retaliated, know it's not a true reflection of who I really am and i'm sorry for hurting the feelings and insulting the sentiments of you and yours (rollay); for further elaboration, please do have a read of the thread I made.

[The-Mughal-Sister]

TMS here promoting peace and goodwill.

Aljannah and KTL are like two peas in a pod, very alike than they care to believe, difference is KTL runs a school of thought and Aljannah is trying to get in. Lol!!

You know let me share some of my thoughts, we humans are not perfect we have have pride, ego and make mistakes. How we act subsequent to it defies us NOT the mistake itself. Anyhow I'm trying to mingle with a whole different group of individuals and finding it terribly difficult but managing to stay patient, this post has made me smile.

I love you guys for the sake of Allah swt.

God these heels are killing me!

[Aljannah]

Bruv. Don't sweat it. I liked what you said. It captured me for the best part of 2 minutes.. That type of work I could read all day. Mashallah. Nice.

@ SIS stop with the TAK TAK heel beatings on ground. It's gunnnaaaH! Acha?

[Know-the-Ledge]

I like fine writing, high art and my cheap cigars, it's a hobby, evoking emotions through literary tumescence, being in touch with an inner ether that stretches from the earth to the celestial and leaves you suspended somewhere in-between.

Here's something else I wrote, it's part of a longer missive I wrote, i've just copied the opening, it gets too personal after this opening gambit...


"I want to unlock experiences that slumber in language, to just ruminate in solitude in epic worlds that float on words and create magical envisions. I feel like floating away into the inner horizon of my being, write an opus of my creation, the pre and after life of my journey, suspend this conscious existence, mute the sensoria, die to the material and awaken on a different plane. I want to trampoline into a transcendence and hyphenate my life with divinity, composed of musical notes with both highs and lows.

A place that outstrips this prison of bondage to circumstances, be in a place of stillness and utmost hallucination, this other-world of mine is not very populated, there's fascinating aloneness to be with only those that you want, reality would become an illusion, a blur..."


This is from my personal library, most of my writing on this forum is more to the point and usually from a perspective of social commentary and comical observations; it's just one of my penchants. I notice you are a tumid writer too, you certainly have the underpinnings in your style to forge your own signature style and trademark it like it was Private Limited lal

Anyway I need some serious head malashing, this desert sun is unforgiving, what a journey, almost feels spiritual lal

[Aljannah]

I.Will.Back, on 08 April 2012 - 12:40 PM, said:

I like fine writing, high art and my cheap cigars, it's a hobby, evoking emotions through literary tumescence, being in touch with an inner ether that stretches from the earth to the celestial and leaves you suspended somewhere in-between.

Here's something else I wrote, it's part of a longer missive I wrote, i've just copied the opening, it gets too personal after this opening gambit...


"I want to unlock experiences that slumber in language, to just ruminate in solitude in epic worlds that float on words and create magical envisions. I feel like floating away into the inner horizon of my being, write an opus of my creation, the pre and after life of my journey, suspend this conscious existence, mute the sensoria, die to the material and awaken on a different plane. I want to trampoline into a transcendence and hyphenate my life with divinity, composed of musical notes with both highs and lows.

A place that outstrips this prison of bondage to circumstances, be in a place of stillness and utmost hallucination, this other-world of mine is not very populated, there's fascinating aloneness to be with only those that you want, reality would become an illusion, a blur..."


This is from my personal library, most of my writing on this forum is more to the point and usually from a perspective of social commentary and comical observations; it's just one of my penchants. I notice you are a tumid writer too, you certainly have the underpinnings in your style to forge your own signature style and trademark it like it was Private Limited lal

Anyway I need some serious head malashing, this desert sun is unforgiving, what a journey, almost feels spiritual lal

Jazak'Allaah Khair!

Well in that case. Please dedicate a thread to purely your own work! Where we can all enjoy this together? I have a friend who used to make blogs. Even when he wasn't online, I would go to his page and read and re-read his work. Truly sincere Author in the making. I hope he goes Public again. As its already been far too long since I've read any of his work

I'm not trying to replace him, just in need to finding good writers to read of. Books are okay to get N ideas, but reading shorter stories is far more satisfying.

Barak'Allah fee Akhi.

( you'll changed your names, since I was on my one week absence? Hate that. Makes one feel out of place)