Raisin.

Small, dried, shrivelled,
that is the state of my
soul.
Like raisin.

the words of Sheikh Bilal Philips delivering his khutbah comes to mind-

"you didnt really believe in Allah, you become a Muslim JUST IN CASE that there's Allah."

Astaghfirullah. Nauzubillah.

world nowadays.

First they came for the communists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a communist;



Then they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a socialist;


Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a trade unionist;


Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—because I was not a Jew;


Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak out for me.
                                                  
-Martin Niemoeller

ENGL 1525.

 

The Island

ENGL 1525. as expected of an Intro to Drama class- the fun!. In fact, i think i got more than what i bargained for from this class. :D.

And our class project- the performance of The African Play, The Island was a success i think. what a blessings that i`m with such a talented and dedicated groupmates!

And Miss Sheena`s remarks about our plays?  - i just cant stop smiling! :D