"Can you imagine Mom. Allah knows all the spaghetti and meatball recipés and chose to share His secret recipé, only with you. He must love us very much that He wanted you to learn it.Amr is happy. He looks at Gadija and her brothers. They're clothes look expensive. Those patterns in Gadija's dress are hand woven, those don't come cheap. Her scarf is heavy and yet fine in texture. Those turbans that the brothers are wearing don't come cheap either. Amr sighs. He looks at his son, Malik. Excited face. His everyday, white shirt and white pants, that reaches to his ankles. Those sandals. Always clean and neat. Amr sighs again. He thinks disappointment

“I’m begging you for mercy, why won’t you release me” Duffy, Mercy.“Let her go” Passenger.“Let me go” Avril Lavigne“I’m in here” Sia“We can’t stop” Miley Cyrus.“Please Stop” Miley Cyrus.“I’m a slave for you” Britney Spears.“Puppet” Jake Miller“I was only a vessel” tweet, Amanda Bynes“All Bad” Justin Bieber“Broken” Justin Bieber“All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us…”“What happened to mi casa su casa?”“Drew, mi casa es su casa, but not to go and make it look like a tornado hit the place.”“You want me to leave?”He stops scratching about and glares at Peter-John.“No one is forcing you to stay. You’re free to leave if you wish.”He looks at him.Drew can’t read him.“Fine! I’ll pack my stuff and go.”“I wish you wouldn’t.”He shakes his head.Despondence the only face he could manage.“I don’t get you, Pete?”He walks closer to the kitchen, where Peter-John is sitting.“Everyone else has told me to take a hike. I only give you problems and still you… wish… I wouldn't.”“What’s not to get, Drew?”Serious expression on Peter-John’s face.“Why are you doing this?”He starts pacing.“You’re my friend.”

Bismillah“Pretty, aren’t they?”“Positively.”They continue further ahead.“You glad we came?”He nods.“Honestly. Yes.”“What are they do you think?”He shakes his head.“I can’t say surely.”InshaAllahBismillah“You should take things easier.”“Tomorrow. I will. But only after I get the shed out of the attic and rearrange the paintings that has the tools to the garden. Haven’t been able to find the paintbrushes to add the fertilizer to the petunia patch. The soil is a bit dry too. Maybe some more paint will do the trick.”She exhales deeply.Continues.“Then there is still the laundry too. Usually takes me forever to get it all into the bin. We should really get those recycle stuff. It will make things easier. Sorting the white from the colours and blacks, instead of throwing it all into the trash all at once.” She closes her eyes.InshaAllah

She sings.“The incy-bincy spider climbed up the water spout… down came the rain and washed the spider out… Out came the sun and dried up all the rain… and… the incy-bincy spider… climbed up the… spout… again.” Her voice croaky and hoarse.Bismillah“No, please don’t! Please! No! Please don’t! I’ll do what you want! I’ll do whatever you want! Please! Please!”He screams more.“Please, no! I don’t like snakes! Please!Not the snakes! Please. Stop. Stop!”“Please stop!”As Allah wills

ForMariah Carey Cannon, Britney Spears, Shakira, Oscar Pistorius & Justin BieberMay the Lord be with you. Salaam, KhaleelI seek protection in Allah from Satan the outcast and I start with the name of Allah, the Gracious, the Merciful.The events in this novel are just a glimpse into my imagination, of which my Lord is also the King.However, the book tries to fashion the circumstances of the then South-West Africa, now Namibia, and South Africa, just as with former President Nelson Mandela's release from Robben Island. Then of course, the current situation in and around Cape Town, South Africa.Under no circumstances am I trying to encourage the use of hard liquor or consumption of pork. It is indeed prohibited by my Lord. Nor any violent behaviour as illustrated in this book.As Allah wills.

BismillahAs she flips open the cover, she is startled by a faint, purple streak that catches the corner of her eye. She looksslowly to her right. It throbs lightly.A steady beat. Slowly she reaches out towards it; her hand shaky as she is almost able to touch it.“Lord have mercy!” InshaAllahBismillah“Please put up a few decorations. I would really like the children to experience the Christmas cheer. The piano needs tuning too.”“You really are a perfectionist. I tuned it yesterday.” He puts down his tools and takes another puff from his inhaler.“Sounds terrible. Perhaps I should hire a professional,” she winks and starts walking away.“Kimberly Amber-Jane! On my sweet Sarah’s life, there’s nothing wrong with my tuning skills! Your ears are simply waaaaaaaay too sharp.”“Perhaps you’re going deaf. Don’t worry, you’re ancient, it happens.” She tap-taps further down the hallway.“Still got my charm though. What other antique could manage a kiss from a lovely lady such as yourself?”“Love you too, Bob. Get home to Sarah. It’s Christmas.” InshaAllah

To be impaled by any antelope was a nasty business and all Tree Dwellers believed that Manchild was here to make the hunting easier for them. If only he would learn to be less clumsy and understood the bond between the hunter and the huntedBefore white man set foot on southern African shores, there lived a people, known as the Tree Dwellers. As the name suggests, they preferred to live in the trees. To see a Tree Dweller was a rare sight for they rarely left the safety of their abode. They were people of myth and their stories were that of legend. The men and women were all small, rarely taller than a hickly bush. They're arms were slightly longer than the average person and their feet, well; they were adapted to skillfully wrap around a branch or a tree trunk. A Tree Dweller would never leave the trees, except to hunt. Hunting only took place once a year and this was always to mark the beginning of plenty. The time when nature starts to wake up from its cold, dead slumber and life returns to the barren lands. The animals return and so too the great floods.

BismillahHer eyes penetrate his, but he doesn’t look away. He opens his eyes more; the thick lines on his forehead disappear. He also seems to breathe easier. He couldn’t explain it, but there was something to Kimberly that put him at ease, but it also felt like she sees too much, like she could really see him. InshaAllahBismillahIt’s Sunday, the 26th December, I’m Gerry Clemency this is CNN Live from London. Breaking news… Five dead and dozens more injured, including school children, as bus collides with a Ford Mustang, Fiat 500 and a family van in Bakersfield near the Golden State highway.We get more now from CNN Jill Parker.As Allah wills

BismillahDear ClaireI miss you.I wrote these songs for you. When I see you again, I’ll sing and play them for you. God willing.I’ll try to be home before Christmas.Please give Mr Biggs a kiss.I wish we had another place.Love and miss you muchMay God keep you safeBenInshaAllahDear ClaireI miss you.I wrote these songs for you. When I see you again, I’ll sing and play them for you. God willing.I’ll try to be home before Christmas.Please give Mr Biggs a kiss.I wish we had another place.Love and miss you muchMay God keep you safeBen

Bismillah“Salmon, trout or tuna?”He looks at the cat. It sits at the bowls and stares at him with a vacant expression.“None of that, hu? You want some turkey instead?” He winks at the cat.“Turkey it is then. Milk with that or some of Mamaw’s pumpkin eggnog?” The cat purrs more and meows softly. It runs back to the bowls.“Eggnog. Sweet choice.”InshaAllahBismillahHappy Birthday.It’s more than that, homie. It’s for St Jude’s Orphanage too. If tonight is a success, they’ll probably not shut it down as they planned. Those kids will still have homes. You forget.InshaAllah

“Before I get to the video, I’d like to say a short prayer for the families of those who lost their lives and those affected by that Asiana Boeing 777 plane crash.”Bismillah“Are you sayin’ that this was planned?”“Of course. I have no doubt about it. What about that really ridiculous news report about the pilots’ names? Captain Sum Ting Wong, Wi Tu Lo, Ho Lee Fuk, Bang Ding Ow.”He shakes his head.“That news reporter blames it on the intern for gettin’ the names wrong. Absurd. What reporter lets the intern do her work for her, especially reports that are supposed to go live on air?”He shakes his head.“Any way, it was planned to be like that. That report was supposed to be aired that way.”He looks at them all.InshaAllah

And mention when the angels said, "O Mary, indeed God gives you good tidings of a word from Him, whose name will be the Messiah, Jesus, the son of Mary - distinguished in this world and the Hereafter and among those brought near to God.Surah Al-Imran (Family of Imran) 3:45Bismillah“Well, remember, the children’s show will be in the afternoon. You know, the Christmas story, some fun and games and of course lots of prezzies and foodies. Kimberly will attend to all that.”She smacks her lips.“My performance will however only be in the evening. The night light suits me best.”She gives herself a last look in the glass.Straightens her spaghetti top and gets ready to leave.“Really ahwesome chatting to you, again. I hope to see you at the show.”As Allah wills

Thank you to everyone that has been reading, may the Lord bless you abundantly.Dedicated to JB, AM, CB, BS, JT and MC. Our love is trending.Peace and love.Happy BirthdayKhaleelBismillah“By seeking refuge with God, we must therefore believe in Him and everything He has created, we must pray, we must take care of the poor, we must fast during the prescribed times, we must make every effort to do pilgrimage at least once in our lives and we must continue to share the good news of paradise and the assurance of the forgiveness of sins after sincere repentance, all this with patience, even in times of hardship. All hardship is from God too, do you understand, Ben?” Maryam looks at him hopefully.“Knowledge is like a tree with well-developed roots. You see? The words are its leaves, but action, those are the fruits it will produce.”InshaAllah

BismillahThe beat starts the same throbbing it did outside. The blue glow starts flickering faintly. It goes into her dressing room. She follows it.“Is someone here,” she asks as she enters and closes the door.All she hears is the beat.The glow almost in the centre of the room; it starts turning purple. InshaAllahBismillah‘Finally!” shouts Maria.“Where have you been?! You’ll ruin everything!”“Maria, calm down. She’s here now. Back off.” Drew eyes her up and down. Sharp twist in his brow. She puffs her cheeks and walks away.“That girl needs a real attitude adjustment. Perhaps a whole new personality.” Drew removes his hand from Kimberly’s and lets go of her arm.“She’s worried. This is important to all of us. That’s all.” Kimberly smiles sincerely.“Sure, Kim. Always covering for everyone.” He shakes his head.“Any way, here’s your position. Remember, twenty paces and you’ll be in the centre of the stage.” He kisses her on her cheek softly.“Break a leg.”InshaAllahWith LoveKhaleel