The Huq-Sheikh Couple

Mabrouk to the new Huq-Sheikh Couple, Armaan and Urooj. This weekend has been exhausting, but tons of fun. I wish them all the best, and inshaAllah they will have a blessed marriage with lots of tranquility and many righteous children.

Pics are up from their Mehndi as well as Shaadi #1 and Shaadi #2.

What Happens When 15 Guys Take a Picture?

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The Beach

I miss the beach. I love the feeling of sand between my toes. Not just regular sand, but the thick wet sand. I love scrunching my toes in it as the tide washes it away. The smell of salt in the air and the fresh breeze. These are pictures from last summer in cali when my cousins were in town. It was the first time my cousin from Ohio had ever been to the ocean. This kind of amazed me. I guess living anywhere far from the coast its hard to get to the beach, and many people arn't blessed to get to travel. I can't imagine not being able to go to the beach. Its not that often that I get to living in Arizona. I regret not going swimming at the beach last time I was there.

I know how much you all love my feet so I included a pic of them also :P

Hadi buried in the sand.

Hadi playing in the water.

My feet.

UFO Sighting at Flaming Kabob

Double OT

With only 3 seconds left in the game, we were down by 3 and my cousin said it was over. There is still time I said not really believing myself. Then all of the sudden 3 POINTER! Game was tied and we went into OT. My wrist is a little sore from my bro 'high-fiving' me. We ended up winning 125-118 in double OT. It was awesome.

SUNS ROCK!

Princess Big Foot

One late night on AIM....

Reemz: dude go to bed!
Falesteenia: no
Falesteenia: u go to bed!
Reemz: i'm trying!
Falesteenia: its past ur bedtime
Falesteenia: beside its summer vacation :-D
Falesteenia: hehe
Falesteenia: do u want me to tell u a bedtime story?

Thus became Huda's BedTime Story...

Princess Big Foot

There was once a Princess Named Rema...now this wasnt an ordinary princess...cuz she had really big feet. She lived in a huugge castle, with her AWESOME friend Princess Huda. Princess Rema was jealous of Huda cuz no one made a group on facebook for Rema. So she always took out her anger on poor innocent sweet Huda. One day...they were walking in the park...& this handsome Prince approached Rema. He was the Prince of Bangladesh..tall, dark, and handsome. He liked Rema for who she was & didnt care about her huge smelly feet. Then this prince hooked Huda up with an AWESOME Palestinian Prince... & everyone lived happily ever after.

The End.

-Story written by Huda Sharourourourourourourou

La Fiesta!

It is OFFCIAL! BK and I (and hopefully SAQ) will be joining AC in Albuqurque for a weekend of fun! She has lots planned for us including a girls only Fiesta! We are all so excited!

Zorro

I miss Zorro :(

BFF!

In Memory...

In Memory of Pedro...

Filthy Dirty!

Tonight at the PMIS Open House, Dr. Ahmad Sakr, spoke about the importance of Islamic Schools. He kept reiterating the fact that if your kids go to the "filthy dirty" public schools, they will be lost forever. It is true that public school has caused many Muslim teenagers to succumb to the pressures of American society, including sex, drugs, alcohol, etc., but there is also a lot of kids out there that know their deen and would never dare to come near these things.

I'm all for Islamic schools, don't get me wrong, but one of the things that really annoys me is when people think that Islamic school is the answer to their problems. Some parents believe that they don't need to teach thier kids anything about Islam, and expect weekend or full-time Islamic school to magically turn their kids into model Muslims. Parents need to wake up and teach their kids some akhlaq and adaab. They need to instill Islamic morals in their kids when they are children. You can't expect to make your kid start praying when they are 12 years old if you haven't encouraged them to pray with you when they young.

It pains me to see practicing, Masjid-going Muslims whose kids are out doing God knows what. I understand that one can do their best to instill Islamic values into their children, but when they get older, ultimately its up to them to do what they want. One can only make dua that they stay on the straight path. But my beef is with the parents that don't take the time to raise their children properly.

Ok i'm tired and Atifa is making me depressed.

InshaAllah we will all raise our children to be good Muslims who work for the sake of Allah (swt).

Pop Culture in the Name of Islam

Pop Culture in the Name of Islam
YVONNE RIDLEY
Monday, April 24, 2006

I FEEL very uncomfortable about the pop culture which is growing around some so-called Nasheed artists. Of course I use the term ‘Nasheed artists' very lightly. Islamic ‘boy bands' and Muslim ‘popsters' would probably be more appropriate.

Eminent scholars throughout history have often opined that music is haram, and I don't recall reading anything about the Sahaba whooping it up to the sound of music. Don't get me wrong. I'm all for people letting off steam, but in a dignified manner and one which is appropriate to their surroundings.

The reason I am expressing concern is that just a few days ago at a venue in Central London, sisters went wild in the aisles as some form of pop-mania swept through the concert venue. And I'm not just talking about silly, little girls who don't know any better; I am talking about sisters in their 20's, 30's and 40's, who squealed, shouted, swayed and danced. Even the security guys who looked more like pipe cleaners than bulldozers were left looking dazed and confused as they tried to stop hijabi sisters from standing on their chairs. Of course the stage groupies did not help at all as they waved and encouraged the largely female Muslim crowd to "get up and sing along." (They're called ‘Fluffers' in lap-dancing circles!)

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