Monday, August 29, 2005

...I don't wanna be a grown up like the grown-ups I have seen...

A day stone-ing at work.

Listening to my Dawud's CD....

Enjoy!

The blue sky is blue like blue bubble gum,
but it prays to Allah, it prays to Allah,
and like the flavour of the blue sky and the bubble gum won't last,
so we've got to thank Allah before our chances go past.

I don't wanna be a grown-up like the grown-ups I have seen,
`cause the grown-ups I have seen don’t seem to have much fun.
They don't get down on the floor enough to pray or play with toys,
when I'm a grown-up, I won't want to be one

Now, if I lived back at the time of the Prophet
I know that he would be different, I just know he'd find the time and
I would make him something, special like some paper planes or something,
I could race those planes with him or get a camel back ride.

The blue sky is blue like blue bubble gum
but it prays to Allah, it prays to Allah,
and like the flavour of the blue sky and the bubble gum won't last,
so we've got to thank Allah before our chances go past.

I'd like to write a promise, I want you to make it too,
that if I misbehave a little, like I sometimes do,
you won't get really mad and you'll be patient like the prophet.
I really love my promise. How about you?

The blue sky is blue like blue bubble gum
but it prays to Allah, it prays to Allah
and like the flavour of the blue sky and the bubble gum won't last,
so we've got to thank Allah before our chances go past.

To be a Mommy or a Daddy must be really, really hard,
so let's take a break together, cause I know how much you try.
Let's have a dish of applesauce, then tumble in the yard
and we can pray and we can play along with the blue sky.

The blue sky is blue like blue bubble gum
but it prays to Allah, it prays to Allah
and like the flavour of the blue sky and the bubble gum won't last,
so we've got to thank Allah before our chances go past.

Written by a 4-year old, and arranged by the singer Dawud Wharnsby Ali

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A reminder to myself.... to enjoy being an idealist. To enjoy life. To cherish it!

Rasulullah had his fun too.. if i can remember fondly from the histroy books i've read on The Prophet's life, he was the favourite uncle of the children in the town. He would play with them, joke with them, educate them with compassion and love.

A role model indeed....

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Its time to say goodbye to my cute Level 1 students. I received an email notice, informing the teacher restructuring. I'm teaching Level 5 kids.

Why teach, humaira?

Don't you have enough? How much da'wah effort you want to put your hands into?

I'm learning to manage those comments.

I'm not doing this for the community per se.

I'm doing this for myself.

To remind me... that, every youth that i meet in my line of work... there's hope.

Give some time. Give more love. Give more patience.

More prayers. More conviction. More compassion.

InsyaAllah.

They'll be okay.

We learnt something close to heart in Level 1.
We learnt about giving.
We learnt from Dawud's song; Give A Little

Enjoy! =D

Give a little of yourself.
Cure your greed, purify your wealth.
Look around at where you live,
look at all the good you have to give.
Give a little of yourself.

There is a hand somewhere to hold, a mouth to feed.
There's so much that we can do for so many who are in need.
Give our time, give our wealth,
give our love, give ourselves
knowing we can change the world with every deed.

Give a little of yourself.
Cure your greed, purify your wealth.
Look around at where you live,
look at all the good you have to give.
Give a little of yourself.

Take a look at all the people everywhere
who give with open hands and hearts that do what's fair.
Can you see the blessings fall
on believers one and all
who take the time to give, and know it's right to care?

Give a little of yourself.
Cure your greed, purify your wealth.
Look around at where you live,
look at all the good you have to give
Give a little of yourself.


Humaira... all smiles.
Thank you my little brothers n sisters.



Friday, August 26, 2005

BodyShop-ping

'Never doubt that a group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world, indeed its the only thing ever does' - Body Shop
A newly converted, I'm a satisfied BodyShop customer. Well-intentioned strong community involvement (i feel nice buying as i know where the money goes to), great customized service, products from natural ingredients ... i'm in haven!!! Using it tanpa was was!

A new day starts with my journey to the toilet... i mean... my own Amazonian jungle. Surrounded by trees and fruits and exotic plants. Fresh. Rejuvenating.

The feel of Papaya essence on the skin leaves the tingling sweet smelling.. lifting up that sour mood in the morning. The torny texture of the Alovera plant fools me. The essence so mild and soft enough to cleanse my face un-burnt. Ah... How can i forget the honey! (Thanks Mr Bee) The flow of the rich and sweet fluid onto my crown.. leaving silky and shiny presence... it looks ever more invaluable. A treasure!

The Amazonian experience continues into my straw hut. My own personal abode. Buttering my skin with mango for a softer touch and delicious sensation. Oh! I have a musk plant grown at my backyard. Dab some onto my Jane costume, and voila...

i'm ready for the day @ the urban jungle.

Humaira.....Amazon Lady

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Tuesday, August 23, 2005

The Silent Battle

Ever heard of the power of silence?

Its deafening.

Used that for my session yesterday.

There was me. Against the youth. Looking at each other. Daring the other to start talking.

I lost.

She was GOOD.

Or... she was tough.

She has mastered the skill to mute herself and shut herself from all the nags and accusations from THE ADULTS.

I refuse to be THE ADULT.

I let her off.

Asked if she has eaten.

Hoping to look into her welfare.

Then she opened her mouth, and said, "I'll tell you tomorrow"

*Thanks for saying that my dear. Thanks for saying*

You made me realise there's still hope.


Its time to stop talking.