The French Exam

A puzzled look never left their faces.
Wondering what the hell should be done?!!

A “repulsive” language hardened their cases.
Never did they like nor enjoy it, never had fun.

Their teacher got in and out, not a ray of hope he brought.
Do with him or without, a lost battle needless to be fought.

Lots of casualties, all defeated, all in despair.
Only the prof survived, life’s really unfair.

I enquired & investigated in my quest to find the cause.
Are all of ‘em dumb? Were they injected with a stupidity overdose?

Sooner came the answer to all my questions, as he commenced to read.
Wrong pronunciation, false information was all he had to feed.

But who sent him here? Where are the competent French profs? Oh, damn!
Who’d come for the rescue & make their faces shine in The French Exam?

Tongue Twisters

Youm L3ilm "Knowledge Day" Belated Celebration

A belated celebration took place this year due to lots of reasons. All that matters is that our pupils got satisfied & felt happy & rejoiced along the celebration. Unlike last year, most of the brilliant minds (pupils) received their presents directly from the hands of their own parents or other family members & that was so sweet. My job, as was the case last year, to take pictures (I'm getting pro) that I enjoyed most of all, but no more than the sweet cakes & the drinks...Here are some samples of my handy piece of art:

Palmtrees plantation PICS

I've been honored with a visit some dear friends of mine payed. We've had lots of fun, and enjoyed ourselves, mainly when we went to the palm-trees plantation & spend some time there...Here are some of the pics we took...
Enjoy:

19/04/2010 The day of my confirmation

Such a long, hard, never-ending day that seemed. It took me almost six hours to finally get confirmed. What a tiring day that was, both for me & my pupils! Thank God it's all water under the bridge now...As the saying goes: " Tough moments don't last, tough people do"...

Strengthening One's Memory

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Kamal El Mekki is a well-known Islamic speaker and lecturer in the United states. He has studied with numerous scholars from around the world and is currently the Imam of George Mason University. He is mostly popular for his dawah workshop, “How to Give a Shahadah in Ten Minutes”. The workshop is six hours long and has been taught across the United States and throughout the world. It has been attended by thousands and has led hundreds into Islam. He also teaches a number of intensive courses designed for youth and has many lectures especially in the field of Islamic history.

Some ways of strengthening one's memory include: Keeping away from sin, because the bad effects of sin result in a bad memory and the inability to retain knowledge. Frequently remembering Allaah, may He be glorified, by reciting dhikr, tasbeeh (saying ‘Subhan Allaah’), tahmeed (‘Al-hamdu Lillaah’), tahleel (‘Laa ilaaha ill-Allaah’) and takbeer (‘Allaahu akbar’), etc. Allaah says (interpretation of the meaning): “…And remember your Lord when you forget…” [al-Kahf 18:24]. Not eating too much, because eating too much makes one sleep too much and become lazy, and it dulls the senses, besides exposing one to the risk of physical diseases. Most of the diseases which we see result from food and drink. Some of the scholars have mentioned certain foods which increase the memory, such as drinking honey and eating raisins and chewing certain kinds of gum resin. Another thing that can help the memory and reduce forgetfulness is cupping (hijaamah) of the head, as is well known from experience. (For more information see Al-Tibb al-Nabawi by Ibn al-Qayyim). And Allaah knows best. .

Thanks to Sof for this interesting topic.

A Refugee’s Life

Gloomy was the day I was born.
All was blown up, all was torn.

Havoc, destruction & sadness prevailed.
The savages’ bloody nature was unveiled.

Any difference did my life make,
any hope it brought?
A child unnoticed for god’s sake,
battles were fought.

I cried my heart out, there were noises,
there were voices, there were tears.
My mother’s soft hands wiped off the tears,
her warm voice calmed my fears.

“Hush! My little angel” she told me that and she went on:
“We’re born to fight; we never give up, never cry”,
then she was gone!
She gave me hope then disappeared,
loads of pain, cuts like a knife.
I was alone, no one appeared!
All is insane in a refugee’s life.

Too little was I to realize the cruelty of this world.
They speak of peace, of human rights, of a white bird.

All my life I wondered: “Do such things truly exist?”
Oh please! You nerds! Don’t shoot at me & speak of peace,
you contradict.
Long I’ve learned there’s one way out, I’ve got to fight,
I’ve to resist.