tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63458752011-04-21T18:28:05.367-04:00Farooq Khan's blogs exist here. Be nice to them. Farooqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01462347661041650637noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345875.post-1087746460405107912004-06-20T11:45:00.000-04:002004-07-01T22:09:06.566-04:00

When someone said, 'Farooq! You got warts all over your face!'. Me: "Uh...they're quality warts. Yeah, like quartz crystals." Warts of quartz, they come all over my face Yellow and white, they race for space Redness conceives them, time turns them pale Globules of pus, they break open with such grace Warts of quartz, they're all over my face They come in succession, old ones they replace

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Dead man dreams The wailing of my dead soul in this poem you’ll find, Once again I yearn to feel the oft denied taste of life: I yearn to hold in one hand the other hand of mine Interlock the fingers, feel my palms warm and moist, I yearn the feeling of touch on these soft lips of mine, And feel the warm breath that comes from my sighs, I yearn to feel the soft skin on this fair face of

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Thousands of nights I've stayed awake for a moonlit night to see, But lying in wait was a murky old cloud, to shroud the moonlight from me Thousands of days I've sat by the window for a moment of sunshine to see, But pasturing the sky was a darker, greyer cloud To eclipse the sun’s light from me Thousands of hours I've rocked on the porch to feel the caress of a windy breeze But every

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Acceptance is submissionResistance is sublimeExcept when acceptanceis for an Islamic PalestineEvery Ghazi of Al Quds,and every Aqsa's devoteeCherishes the life of Yassinand the martyrdom of RantissiThe Blood of your sacrificesoaks the soil of Gaza;It humbles the Wine of ParadiseIt brings envy to the sands of Hijazf.k.Abdel Aziz Rantissi shaheed

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The khateeb said today, everytime we hurt ourselves physically, it's God's way to emancipate our suffering in the Hereafter. The Prophet (peace & blessings of Allah be upon him) is reported to have said: "No Muslim is afflicted by a harm, be it the pricking of a thorn or something more (painful than that), but Allah thereby causes his sins to fall away..." If wounds are, as was said in the

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It was calculated, it was strategized. It was planned and laid out ahead of time. It happened. It was realized. The brain drain of the Muslim world, in my opinion-- take it or not, is something that was planned with tremendous intellect and tactical insight. In my opinion, it is the fruitful result of years of planning by Western think-tanks on how to manage world's intellectual manpower to

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Two pics I stumbled upon while taking a walk down the memory lane:(L-R): Hamza, Ali, Abdus Samad, Farooq, Rubaid and FarhanDue to the uneven surface we're standing upon, Farhan kinda appears taller than the rest of us. But trust me, he is not. Rubaid was a close yaar. We spent many a night engaged in studies, movies, and oh, mamdouh's.(L-R): Junaid, Farooq, Hamza, Abdus SamadJunaid was my roommie

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I have to confess: I've never done this before. I've heard of friends who do. Following is my composition. If you like it, let me know. If you want to know what it's saying, let me know. Zakhm e furqat ab bhi taza hay, Marham e waqt ko aur waqt chahieay Shikwae yaar keh mujh ko zouqe shaeri o kalam na naseeb hua, Maidaan-e ishq men naya hun, pehlee shikast nahee naseeb hui

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Eyes met for a time ephemeral, Mind preserved your visage for eternities, The moment seemed so benevolent, I could pray for all of humanity's needs You approached some closer, our gazes still intact Time came to a halt between us, my heart beats couldn't transact At this splice of time Farooq praised as follows her glory: The ground that you walk upon,     it's pebbles I yearn to be, Then a

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Black and White Water cooler drama (flash animation) McMaster University Engineering Electrical Computer Farooq Khan Mississauga Toronto Canada Muslim Students Association

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