wondering, mumbling and a world crumbling

Regime. Does that sound comforting to you? Doesn't it bring up thoughts of fascism, communism and state control? Well, dear friends living in the United Kingdom, here we are in the regime. Pay close attention. In a recent piece of investigative journalism, Panorama and the BBC have done some digging into the existence of private Islamic schools across the country. The results of the research are to be seen everywhere, for example here. Now, in essence there is nothing wrong with being wary about extremism and its spread, and the documentary covered much ground in exposing some radical elements which appear to be linked to some schools, so I have no argument about that. All power to them. It is the duty of all to eliminate this ideology from our midst - to spread the feeling of mutual experience and tolerence for other beliefs. However, what wass disturbing about the documentary was the sinister underone, the unspoken ramifications for us all which was not said but inferred by ...

in the haze, soft spoken endorsements and skilled heavenly bodies listening, the heart speaks. it tells truth. but the ears can decide to take heed or no, so you float in a sphere of dream-like doziness and a veil is cast over all perception... what you can see are mere ripples and reflections, but severely depleted in their force, and it's difficult to gauge what's real anymore as you've crossed the boundaries, into the forbidden pasture. You've lost track of time in foolhardy egotism and resistence, so the twig that once flowed with the stream has now snagged on putrid weeds at the brink of the quagmire. where are you now? where do you turn, when the One source of truth is left aside? the sting of realisation does not break through the caked and crusted black shell of ignorance you have immersed your soul within. a casket ready for the fall. to burn? to drift endlessly forgotten. a punishment self-inflicted and deserved. hang on, it's not all doom and gloom ju...

when your ears cannot hear the waves and the feelings wash over you like, 'am I alone and is there a home and where do I come from?' and your eyes refuse to see anywhere beyond the glare of nowhere which is the essence of your existence. brothers, sisters, mothers fathers all despairing and not realising and reliving a nightmare - knights, horses, dames and serfs all... drowning in the waves, a walking, talking recluse does exclaim... 'then we're all in this together?' Yes, being smashed by the frequency of our own misdemeanours and extravagances lost in mountains and valleys on a journey no-one's prepared for with no supplies, surprise or enterprise... cost controlled, sold soul, told goal, unexpected shoal... the sounds then overflow and the ears hear, but they're not used to the sound particle - the ice cold sharp shock of insistence which comes from somewhere far out and deep within, a calling, to something never known and misunderstood - a heart...

Try. You try and often fail. You're on trial – a Just Judge awaits you. You live a trial – a test to find out what kind of person you are. You are trying, and as you try you will be tried. Do you think that you have been brought into existence merely to enjoy yourself with aspects of life such as clothes, food, drink, family, children, love, money or possessions? Can not each of these things be a trial too? What immense justice is it and how much praise can we laud upon the One who created this world as a trial for the souls? He said: 'Glorified is the One in whose hand is Dominion and He is in control of everything. [It is He] who created death and life to try you as to who is the best in deeds'. Ponder over these verses as much as you can. They are of incalculable value and weight in showing us the wisdom behind our creation and our relation to the Creator. They tell us simply the reason for our existence. They contain a vision of our Creator in His essence and es...

Dear people, the wool's being pulled over our eyes. Yes, we are being blinded so convincingly that we lap up the lies and let our hearts be guided and follow the powers-that-be into their dens of falsehood. We hear that in France, there has been a ban on the veil - well in effect that is what has occurred, Muslim women wearing a full face veil (which is their right in Islam) will be considered criminals, and will shortly have to pay fines if they wear these pieces of cloth in public. This may lead to imprisonment, and no doubt will create some kind of backlash from French Muslims, further cementing their 'extremist' position in the eyes of the rest of France. Now there's still a chance that this will not occur, see here , but why does something like this occur? What does it mean? What effects might something like this produce? These MPs, living in a country supposedly built on freedom and equality, have effectively forbidden free women from their right to wear what ...

Oh Muslim. Oh human being. Oh honoured member of the final community - the ummah of the Prophet Muhammad (Peace and blessing be upon him). Do you realise your position in this world? Do you know that you are a representative (khalifa) of Islam? Do you know who your Prophet is? He (Peace and blessings be upon him and his family) is the best of creation, the beloved of Allah, the reason why this universe was created. Can any of us really fathom that? He is the owner of the highest point in creation, he passed beyond the utmost boundary into the presence of Allah. He is honoured and praiseworthy by his name alone - Muhammad. Can anyone defile his blessed character when he is protected by the Creator of all things? Do the actions of any lowly creature have an effect on him, or debase him? No, it is impossible, so why do we not draw closer to him? Why must we always be reactive instead of proactive? Apologetic instead of proud? It seems so simple, when we know these facts, and th...

that's me in the corner... oh, that it is not true. when the chips are down and the pockets are emptying and there's nowhere left to turn. desire has faded, life's essence untapped, uncorked, flowing away. dried tear-wells never drip, when you want them to flow. a drought, arid wrinkled sand - the atom not even bothering to flicker. stuck in unease. there's no sense in not acting upon what you know. a shell, clean, shiny outside, blessed, a wonder to all who see - but look closer, see the dark mass cowering just beneath, below the surface, hiding from view, unacting, continuing, just breathing, nothing more. the heart's gone cold - there's a faint shudder of what was, but re-awakening comes so hard. the flow was broken and all cogs and gears have ground to a halt, seized up, unlubricated and still. there's hope on the horizon, as it always is, those shadows on plato's wall laugh and turn everything around. but faultlines can be patched with com...

This universe and all it contains is a vast, incomprehensibly intricate tapestry - woven threads of matter, anti-matter, energy, spirit, light, dark and time. From infinitesimal fragments of atomic mass to giant super-stars, from the Big Bang to the Final Destruction, all is contained within. The grandest story is told - every thought, word and deed is recorded, every occurrence from way back when to the End. Each person, animal, plant, society, culture, nation, king. All is within - everything. Here we are friends, a part of everything. Our actions reverberate through Eternity, recorded. We cannot escape from this prison - except by death, when we'll be called to account for what our hands have put forth. This is our chance to interact with the Weaver. The One who creates and ordains all inside this tapestry. Without understanding that we are part of a work of design, we are veiled by the tapestry itself. We appreciate its beauty, and this is all that's in our hearts. We are m...

i was by a river, and i knew it was coming. it had been foretold. the droplets fell on my face as a prelude to the great surge to come. the sky darkened and the river swelled, its banks submerged and bursting under the increasing flow... there was no delaying the innevitable now. i moved upwards, through the field, trying to get up, up, and i was not prepared. i knew it was coming but had not prepared. why? i had made a boat, yes, but it was at this most critical moment i understood that i hadn't thought of what would happen on the boat - it would probably still continue to rain, and to be freezing cold, but i had no coat, nothing to shield me from the storm. there was no rope, nothing to anchor the boat