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Lionel Andrés Messi, yes, that's the name for which we are profoundly grateful, bestowed upon you by your parents.  It's a name that reverberates in the hearts of all football fans whenever the phrase 'greatest of all time' is mentioned.  It's a name that will be revered for generations to come. You have provided us with unforgettable memories, and we are thankful to have lived in this era of football, witnessing your magic on the field. I fell in love with football because of this name. Yes, it was the 2006 UEFA Champions League game against Chelsea, away. I was so young.  My grandfather was a football fanatic, and I would occasionally watch games with him. In that game, I fell in love with football and became intrigued by that name.  You displayed brilliance at such a young age, and I knew then that you were destined to be a star in the future, even though I didn't fully understand the intricacies of football. That's when I began su

I'm a rare gem, unique and true, A treasure found, in a land so new. With a sparkle that shines so bright, I'm a gift, from day to night. I'm a rarity, so hard to find, But worth the search, with heart and mind. So cherish me, for I'm one of a kind, A rare gem, that's yours to unwind. In a world of many, I stand alone, A rare gem, of my own. I'm not like the rest, I'm one of a kind, With a beauty that's hard to define. I'm special and unique, a treasure so rare, A gift from the heavens, without compare. With a sparkle so bright, I dazzle the eye, A wonder to behold, without a lie. I'm cherished and loved, with all my might, I'm a treasure that's hidden away, But worth the search, come what may. I may be hard to find, but I'm worth the wait, A rare gem, that's no mistake. So search high and low, and find me at last, A prize for your patience, that will not pass. I'll be waiting, with a smile so bright, A rare gem, i

Enchanted by the infernoes of your eyes, I shall hang the devil to the eaves of your bossom. Enthroned with the wools of your emrald smile, I shall rope the stars to beeds to flavour the fullness of your waist. Your breast, the ebulient maidens whom sunset cannot rape, whose piss taste truest than palmwines tapped ere crows. What man shall graze his eyes on your ebony thigh and not ruminate till his last oil spent? What soul shall see your laughters like light sizzlings and not enroll into the queue of sicklers waiting upon the neem from your gap toothed mouth? With you were scenes eked which i night-long befriend - Nights when the moon harped on your face and i bribed the goldfinches for eloquence to croon the exodus of your nose like kegs of brewed crowds. People greived that we are day chicks in the claws of insanity, but memories we build as castles against the irk of senility. I can't be less gracefull than sacrificing my Isaac for this bride; a blend of cherubs an

The journey was going very smoothly; there was no traffic, the weather was comfortable and we weren't even stopped by a corrupt uniformed man on the road. It seemed like nothing could go wrong. If only I knew. I'd already made an acquaintance; a Muslim just like me. Her name was Hajaroh, and we were both going to school. Only that while I was going to OAU, she was going to Oduduwa University. She seemed very enthusiastic about having a discussion with me, but I was rather uninterested. Not that there was any problem with her. Far from it, she was a very nice and likeable person. It's just that, I am not really a fan of talking, to people I know and people I don't. I prefer to keep quiet, watch and listen. It has saved me from a lot of trouble several times. But, it gets me into trouble too. I sat by the window in the first row behind the driver's seat, silently studying the environment and at the same time listening to the excited conversations between t

The moment I got in touch with my love again, I felt my heart light up like a flame. After so long apart, the feeling was real, Like a spark of joy, a wish that's surreal. I held onto that feeling with all my might, Knowing that our love would be alright. So now we're together, back where we belong, And our love is strong, in this special song. We've found each other, after all this time, We've come so far, through joy and pain, But now we're here, and we'll remain. Our love has grown, through every trial, And we've emerged, with a happy smile. So now we're together, hand in hand, And our agape love is grand. We've found each other, and it's so clear, That our love will last, for many a year. Through thick and thin, we'll stand strong, In the future, our love will be strong, Our agape bond, lasting and long. We'll face challenges, with grace and trust, Knowing our love will never rust. We'll grow together, as one united pa

is it free mixing ? is it zina ?  is it back biting? is it wearing revealing clothes? is it keeping haram relationships with the opposite gender ? all these bad deeds are everywhere around us  the ummah Allah loves and honour the most, is this the ummah that will be the first to enter paradise?, is this the ummah prophet Muhammad saw got bullied and stoned for? the ummah our  predecessors ( Abubakar, Umar, Ali ,Uthman , Hamzah) fought wars for  subhanallah we are really betraying the prophet saw, is it still the same ummah ,or have we been swapped? yes all of us me and you, correct bad deeds with your hands, mouth , heart which is the weakest. fine some are righteous and doing their best because no one is perfect. wait a minute and think, do you think Allah is not watching, so dumb of you, he is always looking at you and he's wherever you are tell me, who brought you to life ? who protected you in your mother's womb ? who put your love in your parents heart ?  who m

O guy, you're the object of my affection, Your curves are a sight of pure perfection. You make me smile, you make me swoon, I simply can't get enough of you soon. Your every line, your every dip, Has me lost in a trance, a happy trip. Your handsomnes is like a work of art, I simply can't resist your every part. You make me feel so happy and free affection, Your curves are a sight of pure perfection. You make me smile, you make me swoon, I simply can't get enough of you soon. Your every line, your every dip, Has me lost in a trance, a happy trip. Your handsomnnes is like a work of art, I simply can't resist your every part. You make me feel so happy and free, My love, you're the apple of my eye, You make me feel like I can fly. You're so round, so perfectly plump, I simply can't get enough of your bump. You make me smile, you make me laugh, I simply can't get over your girth and sass. You're the object of my deepest love, I simply can&

You're lying on your bed Staring at the ceiling Thinking, wondering When it will stop Or better yet; When it will start. You've been praying, crying Hoping, wishing You've knocked every door Pulled every string But it seems like You'll never realize this dream  You're tired now, Exhausted You don't want to lose  The hope you have left  But it's fading slowly You're hanging on But it's slipping steadily  Does He notice? Is He there? Will He do it? Does He care? High up He sits there  Watching Like One in charge Listening  Silently observing Like a teacher Studying a student Taking a test. Hang in there, You. Every prayer said Every tear shed Every mental scream Every wall kicked Has been duly noted Hang in there, okay? It will come true  When it's best to. In the meantime, Pray Trust Wait Okay?

"Life is not unfair. Everyone will get served a menu from their destiny. Life offers good. Life offers bad. Life offers laughter. Life offers tears. Life offers comfort. Life offers pain. Life offers mild challenges. Life offers huge challenges. Life is not unfair. Life is not about favouritism. Everyone gets served a menu from their Qadar." "Challenges will naturally turn you into a motivational speaker. If you don't motivate yourself, how do you continue to live? Life won't all be about getting all you want and desire. It's like figure 9. It appears differently to each of us. Depending on the angle we view it from. Some have troubles. Some have turbulence. Some have trials. Some experience joy. Some experience comfort. And some experience goodness. We all experience the good, the bad and the ugly. Life is not a bed of roses. It shouldn't be a field of thorns either. Happiness will not walk alone without taking trials along. Trials should not

I miss your touch, I miss your smile, I miss your voice, after a while. I miss your face, I miss your eyes, I miss the way you tell me lies. I miss your laugh, I miss your jokes, I miss the way you make me blush. I miss your warmth, I miss your soul, I miss you, every bit, and whole. I miss you more than words can say, But know, I'll miss you every day. I miss your arms, around my waist, I miss your eyes, your lovely face. I miss your touch, your gentle hand, I miss the way you understand. I miss your scent, your unique smell, I miss the way you make me swell. I miss your presence, I miss your grace, I miss you, I miss your embrace. I miss your voice, I miss your tone, I miss the way you make me moan. I miss the way you make me smile, The way you make me laugh a while. I miss the way you make me feel, When you're near, the joy is real. I miss the way you hold me tight, And all the ways you make it right. I miss the way you love me true, You make my life feel brand-n

The slightest opportunity of being alone, I burst into uncontrollable tears. I'm so sad. Yet happy too. This matter of Israel-Palestine war shakes my heart. And somehow, I've been feeling weak inside. The pain. And everytime I play with my mum, and my sisters, I can't help but remember the people of Gaza. The mothers and fathers, carrying their dead children. The pain is excruciating.  Yet looking at this war, I feel they were chosen for this. One consolation about it is that, Bi' idhnillah, Allah will reward their pains with relief. Massive relief like they never went through any hardships on earth before. Indeed, meeting Allah in death in His Cause is better than all the sufferings and injustice of this world. Bi idhnillah, there is rest and happiness for the righteous. They are not dead. They are alive, enjoying the bounties of their Lord. Alhamdulillah for immense reliefs that come after our hardships and pains. Yet, there is a reflection.  Sometimes, wh

1 The defeat and humiliation of the occupying power is imminent. However, what is worse than defeat is the end of American world dominance. The handwriting is clearly on the wall. The US fought for two decades in Afghanistan trying to unseat the Taliban, but ran away in humiliation, with the Taliban being triumphant. How then can its Zionist project succeed in Palestine? 2 Strength is not in numbers but in resoluteness and firm conviction. Real victory is not by military might but by the faith and belief in the mission. You can only kill the flesh, you cannot kill the spirit. That is why they say courage is made in Palestine. 3 The tiniest voice of justice pierces the minds of the tyrants. This is evident in the mass global support for the Palestinian course. Even the sanctions, arrests, and blackmail have been unable to silence the voice of justice. Perhaps social media platforms will be taken down. 4 Power lies with the masses. When the masses unite for a common goal, the

The love in my heart is like the sun, It's bright and warm, without a gun. It's a force that's strong, without control, It flows like a river, it has a soul. My love is like a summer breeze, It makes me feel, at total ease. It fills me up, from head to toe, Like a puzzle, each piece I know. My love is like a song that plays, My love is like a ray of light, It makes each moment feel so bright. It's a feeling that's so hard to describe, It's so deep, it can't be denied. It's like a painting, full of hue, It's beautiful, it's brand-new. It's a gift that I hold dear, And it's with me, without a tear. It's the love that I hold close, My love is like a melody, That plays inside of me, endlessly. It's a rhythm that beats so true, It's a feeling that's always new. It's a force that guides me through, It's a compass, it's always true. It's a dream that I hold tight, It's a vision, so bright and brigh

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Palestine's heart, beating strong yet confined, In the shadows of oppression, a nation defined. Mosques echo prayers, a steadfast call, The earth trembles, as walls that once stood tall, now in pieces. Genocide's shadow, a bitter lament Yet, faith's fire burns, their soul unbent. They are united in the face of injustice;  their tenacity is a story yet to be told. The hearts of Muslims everywhere beat in unison. Their faith is the shield to their brothers and sisters. Yet, let it be known, this isn't their fate, The world must awaken, it's never too late. To break down the chains, to silence the guns, To stand up for justice, till freedom is won. The history of Palestine is ingrained in our hearts. A struggle for the common good and a monument to strength. We shall respond to the call in faith and harmony Until everyone is free and there is peace in Palestine.  thebleedingpen 

In Islam, Sadaqah refers to a voluntary act of charity performed with the sole purpose of pleasing Allah (swt) and without expecting a substitute in return. In Arabic, the word ‘Sadaqah’ literally means ‘righteousness’ and stems from the root word ‘sidq’, which means sincerity; implying that Sadaqah is the sincerity of faith and a righteous behaviour that leads to a healthy and balanced society. Prophet Muhammed (saw) was known to be ‘more generous than the blowing wind’. [Bukhari]. He (saw) would give all that he had to the poor and even let himself go hungry to feed someone in need. He (saw) had an impeccable character and there is wisdom and immense reward in following his exemplary behaviour. The Quran and Sunnah repeatedly emphasise the importance of giving sadaqah regularly and Allah has promised many benefits to the person who does. Here are the reasons why you should be giving sadaqah on a regular basis. 1. Sadaqah will fulfil your needs 2. Sadaqah eases hardships a

We've been friends since we were young, Through thick and thin, we've had some fun. We've shared our joys, our fears and tears, Through the years, our friendship's clear. We've had our ups, we've had our downs, But we've always stuck around. We've had our fights, we've had our laughs, And we've shared our deepest drafts. We've got each other's backs, it's true. My bud, my pal, my bro, my dude, You're always there, you're always crude. You make me laugh, you make me groan, You're never dull, you're never alone. You've got my back, I've got yours too, We're stuck together, like super glue. You're always there to lend a hand, And to pull pranks, it's your grand plan. The love in my heart is strong and true, It's a force that guides me through and through. It's a feeling that I can't define, But it's something I know is mine. It's a light that shines so bright, It guides

A new chapter opened in the history of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict when, on October 7, 2023, Hamas launched a surprise attack on Israel.  While it is very easy to quickly condemn this action, it is perhaps necessary to raise questions on what could have motivated such an action.  It must not be forgotten that the Israeli state was born out of an unholy marriage between the leaders of Jewry, Britain, and many its allies in the League of Nations who insisted on establishing a Jewish state on Palestinian territories in 1948.  This marked the beginning of widespread ethnic cleansing of Palestinians, which has subsisted from 1948 till now. What began as a movement to create a homeland for jews transformed into a full-blown state. This was, in fact, the take-home from the first Zionist conference in France in 1897. The plan was to use the request for a homeland as a pretext while the dream of a Zionist state is kept alive. When the partition was effected, Ben Gurion, the fir

Our beloved Palestine We can't let you go When is the bloodshed going to stop? We really don't know Lots of innocent children are dying Israel is to blame But always lying Young children hide in fear I can't bear to endure this and begin to tear The poverty rate in Palestine is really high The children want their mom and begin to cry Many Palestinians die of starvation This is all because of Israel's occupation Most don't have a place to stay They need the world's aid without delay Israel blocked Palestine from the world Orphans hide in corners arms and feet curled  The Palestinians are in constant worry Yet they must endure Israel's fury We can't see our brothers' fall Yet we do nothing at all The world needs to come together Or this war will go on forever Israel wants Al Aqsa So they criticize and accuse That we certainly refuse The Palestinians want peace  Only with Israel's release Which they will not cease Israel and Palestine is

The sound of guns has befriended our ears The dreams of kids have been buried in a shallow graves The drops of missiles is what rains on our roofs The cadaver of men is like gobs of dead ants. On my land, white cotton, mat, and shovel are busier than men. On my land, my balls have seen mansions turned to dust,  hopes buried in graves, homes turned to cages,.... On my land, I have become the stranger For the wanderer is ready to have a home, but my faith shall survive the cruel fate of barrels and my home will once again be a safe home.

In Palestine's land, where stories unfold, A tale of struggle, both ancient and bold. Amidst olive groves and skies so blue, A longing for peace, for justice true. From Gaza's shore to Jerusalem's gate, A land of beauty, where hopes await. The Palestinian spirit, resilient and strong, Sings a melody of freedom, against all wrong. In the face of hardship, they stand tall, United in their dreams, they never fall. With every sunrise, a new day begins, A chance for peace to wash away their sins. Let's raise our voices, let justice ring, For Palestine's people, let freedom sing. In solidarity, we'll stand side by side, Until peace and harmony forever abide.

Palestine will not be silenced  Even through all the hurt and violence  It’s so clear that the world can see All we want is simple peace Ya Allah  Only you can help us You are the only one we trust  Cause we put all our faith in what you give You are enough Enough (4x) Palestine home of many prophets  It has one of the sacred Masjid We must fight in the cause of Allah  To protect masjid al-aqsa  Ya Allah  We ask for your mercy You are the only one we trust  From the river to the sea, we will be free  Be free(4x)

The rain falls heavy on d land of Palestine But d tears of d people fall even more heavier The cry for d loved ones,lost for d homes they have left behind  The cry for the children born into never ending strife But through it all they hold their heads up high,their spirit unbroken,their hope unlimited They dream of a day were peace will reign When justice we be served,when their land will be free  Until then they carry on with courage and pride for the future and Palestine.  Land scape even in the midst of all d hills are still green The valleys still flow The flowers still bloom in spite of it all The land remain strong though his power are torn but hope we not fail they will carry on Through the pain and hurt they have found the will to rise to fight For their heart maybe heavy but their spirit are light  For freedom will come They will keep up d fight  A day will come where d guns will b stilled When d vawulence will cease And hope will b filled A day when d land will be

 I wake up in the morning Pick up my phone Just for my eyes to see to agonized face of a mother The heart wrenching tears of a father The pain fully confused face of children As I hear pain from the call of a mother to her child There I saw her Weeping cesantly on her dismembered child body Shouting at the world, For what her fault was Was it because she's a Palestinian  Or because she helped accommodate people in need Or did people see her less of an human being Asking the world why she's being punished like this Then there's the father blankly staring Staring at the remain of his children Thinking, are they really my children If they are what's their offense How much was the hatred towards them Then there is the child Looking around for his or her family Desperately seeking for that familiar confort In the process of catching a familiar face The eyes caught a scene a child is never meant to see As a result, he start to think if he will ever see his family

With passion and pride, I praise Palestine, A promised land, So fine and divine. Its beauty's unmatched, From sea to sea, The land is blessed, And so are we. From ancient times, Its story's told, Of struggle and strife, But hearts of gold. Despite the odds, It stands so tall, A beacon of hope, For one and all. The land is sacred, And so are its people, A rich culture, And a story to treasure. In a land so vast, And skies so blue, A story unfolds, That's old yet new. A tale of struggle, Of loss and gain, Of hope and dreams, That still remain. Through trials and tribulations, The story goes on, With strength and courage, To carry it on. The characters change, But the plot's the same, A fight for freedom, With pride and fame. From ancient times, To the present day, The story's told, In a special way. For this is a land, Where people strive, For what is right, Where heroes rise, And stand up to fight. Where peace and justice, Are dreams so pure, Where hope s

Sorrow pours from the rooms while I, like a ghost, enter your abandoned homes, holding my end in my hand, sleeping and waking with my ruin. It’s dispiriting to become acquainted with my own desolation, to keep step with it to this extent. They weigh on me – these abandoned houses, this desertion that fills your homes. I enter their hollowed hearts, and can barely breathe . . . Neither Arabs nor Persians nor Byzantines can feel me now. Didn’t I ever have a history? And how did I lose them along the way – poems that were the world unfurling, in a moment? And how were you lost, all of you? You took my share of loss and left abandonment behind, a planet with no ribs – you left it for me, you left it to burden me. If I said I was leaving there would still be no one here but abandonment, with its hoarse voice that’s swallowing my own.

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I can imagine your joy and relief right now. Every single joint and flesh in your body, from the skull to the phalanges and from the head to the toe is sighing in relief that the war is finally over The door has opened! The door to your next level. The door to a new chapter. The door to the beginning of the end of your life as a secondary school student. You made it! I'm happy for you, really. Several people were denied this opportunity. And you, dear latest undergraduate of the prestigious Obafemi Awolowo University, have just had it handed over to you. Whether this is the fifth trial you had to make before you got it, or this is your first. It doesn't matter now. You've gotten it! Now, it all begins. It's all on you now, dear brothers and sisters. But you're not alone, and you never will be. Because everywhere, you find us around, willing and able to help as much as we can. We understand what it feels like to be in a new environment with absolutely no

  As the clock ticked toward 2 PM on September 11, 2001, Jane, a determined and ambitious woman, prepared for a meeting with her boss at the World Trade Center. She had been waiting for this opportunity to discuss her ideas for a new project. Little did she know, this ordinary workday would soon turn into a nightmare. When Jane entered her boss's office, their discussion quickly escalated into a heated argument. Frustration filled the room, voices rising amid the tension. Their disagreement reached its peak just moments before the unthinkable happened. Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed through the building. Jane and her boss rushed to the window, only to witness a horrifying sight: a plane, Flight 175, crashed into the neighboring tower. The impact reverberated through the glass, shaking the room. Dust and debris filled the air, and the ground quaked beneath them as if the very foundations of the tower were collapsing. Instinct kicked in. Jane, her heart pounding, fled