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Archive for the day “August 22, 2007”

Sheikh Hindawi Recites Surah Ad Duha at Masjid Bilal

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Sheikh Suhaib Webb: Duties of the Muslim Youth

Listen to the lecture by Sheikh Suhaib Webb on Duties of the Muslim Youth here.

Somaya Abdul Aziz Recites Surah Shams

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Qari Mitwalli Recites Surah Qamar

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Qari Hosary Recites Surah Duha, Al Lail, Ash Sharh

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Mishary Rashid Al-Efasy Recites Surah Ar Rahman

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Saad Al-Ghamdi Recites Surah Al Lail

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Qari Sadaqat Ali Recites Surah Shams

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Shaping Islam in America: 10 Young Visionaries Part 2 Mansur Khan – The Healer

From Islamica Magazine

By MOHAMED MAREI

If streets could talk, those shaping the contours of South Central Los Angeles would have quite a tale to tell. In 1992, they witnessed the civil unrest and destruction unleashed after a jury dismissed charges against four police officers videotaped beating Rodney King. Looting, burning and rage followed. Fast forward five years. Blocks away from the epicenter, like a phoenix rising out of the ashes, stands the UMMA Community Clinic. Where hundreds marched in anger, tens of thousands now go to be healed. Where toxins poisoned the soil, children now eagerly line up to receive Christmas and Eid presents.

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They Came Down From the High and Low Places, by Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore

they threaded themselves along
…..…..…..…………through the intricate threadings,
the ancient ones and the new ones,
all the famous were among them,
…..…..…..all the shining stars,
…..all the historical glory-grabbers, the great thieves,
all the inventors with their psychological quirks,
the nobodies came as well, the flowing multitudes of the anonymous,
the endless dissatisfied housewives, authoritative bureaucrats,
….gas-station attendants and couples with no children,
….….….philanthropists and the workaholics,

they came through the sandy pass,
faces were indistinguishable, differences unnoticed,
naked they came and assembled,
….fear for their own state kept their eyes on the ground,
they came and made ranks,
….the noble and notable next to the hardened criminal,
….…..the saint in his glow next to the shrew in her darkness,
….….….all the Chinese came, all the Australian Aborigines,
some who had never been clothed came,
and some who had never been out of them,

important socialites were bereft of their diamonds,
the scholar with references bereft of his briefcase,
the policeman with his beer-belly pitched on his heels,
the priest with his miter now gone, lost in a haze,

well-known faces recognized in the earthly crowd
were lost in the mass now, shaded by the one standing next to it,

no Rolls-Royce stood ready for the king,
….his feet made dust-prints with the rest,
no helicopter hovered to take the millionaire away,
….he felt the weight of his reconstituted body now with the rest,

as they awaited the setting-up of the scales,
as humanity assembled on the p1ain under a blinding sun
and awaited the judgment to fall

……….. that would decide each one’s place.

Even the sainted were afraid, the ones whose hearts
….….….….glowed like a sunrise
….….through the transparency of their rib-cages,
even they were covered in sweat to their eyebrows,
the camel-drivers of the edge,
….….the caravan-leaders at the margins of the earth,
….….…..the destitute, delicate, daring hearts who
….….….……stayed up nights calling out in hope
….….….….….……and spiritual derangement –

they took their places in this place of no-place
and awaited the click that would tell all,
….the sinking or rising of the pan
….….with the light or heavy scales registering
….….….….the forever of their moments
….….….….…..lengthened out now along a line
visible from the beginning to the end of each life
like a straight narrative, or a string with knots in it.

No flaws in the universe,
and the universal memory has no lapses.

Each midget or giant of sensibility and care
came to the Jamboree
….….…...at the beginning of Eternity
…...and wondered in its echoes
….….….….…..what its final fate would be.

From Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore Poetry

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