Not many of us don't know what we recite. So now you know.

Surah 1
The Fatiha

Bismillaah ar-Rahman ar-Raheem
Al hamdu lillaahi rabbil 'alameen
Ar-Rahman ar-Raheem Maaliki yaumid Deen
Iyyaaka na'abudu wa iyyaaka nasta'een
Ihdinas siraatal mustaqeem
Siraatal ladheena an 'amta' alaihim
Ghairil maghduubi' alaihim waladaaleen
Aameen

In the name of God, the infinitely Compassionate and Merciful.
Praise be to God, Lord of all the worlds.
The Compassionate, the Merciful. Ruler on the Day of Reckoning.
You alone do we worship, and You alone do we ask for help.
Guide us on the straight path,
the path of those who have received your grace;
not the path of those who have brought down wrath, nor of those who wander astray.
Amen.

Translated by Kabir Helminski

Lela has the freakin urge to say:

Arma is the single most sexiest most manliest most coolest man blogger on this blog.

The others are all boys.

Pathetic little boys.

Not Peter Pans After All

But more like Pan Pizzas.

The Wake Up.

3:32 A.M. Seeing double visions just as he opens his eyes to the silent morning. Time seems to hold still. He still needs to perform Isyak before directing his sorry tired self back to sleep, and to think a few months back, he would'nt even blink in his sleep, just for the thought of missing the prayer time.

Just for the thought. Thoughts.

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He finishes his duties for the day, and prepares himself for bed. Making the bed proper while staring into infinity.
Infinity is tomorrow.
tomorrow is today.
today is .. crap.

tidurlah.
merepek sahaja awak.
4:10 A.M.

Not Peter Pans After All

Is it the thought or the circumstance that drives us, swiveling us in ways that we could have never have guessed?
That, i honestly, do not know.

But what i do know is that something is happening to us, changing the way we see things, deepening our sense of perception, increasing the flavor of life. Apparently, from our conversations, it seems that there are different ways of experiencing this. we may find ourselves morphing into a warped version of our fathers, we may find ourselves too busy, feeling tired of thinking, or just plain shocked of all these new things we are seeing. Were we blind before when we didn't see all these? Were we not intelligent enough to be realistic?

But i'll tell you what i'll do. i'm gonna stop worrying. and start doing. just for the fun of it. Que sera sera. Carpe diem. This is my opinion, my voice. Tell me if you think this is stupid. i welcome any thoughts telling me i'm being stupid and childish. All because i wish i was. Is it true? Are we all, in one way or another, (for lack of a better word), mellow now?


and yeah, this is my first post. for all of you wondering, this is me.
Amin.