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The Difference

I noticed my poem The Difference on your beautiful web page. What an honor. I have been trying to contact as many people as possible with the information as to how the poem The Difference was created. Many have asked me how I happened to write this poem. I tell them I only held the pen. The Father put the words there. My second son, Chris took the poem to school for a poetry class. I did not even know he had taken the poem from the house. He came charging in the door one day exclaiming how well sister liked the poem, The Difference and knew where it could be published. I declined as I was a little shy about my writings being seen by others. I guess God had his own plan for it wasn't long and it began to appear in published papers. So the poem became public domain and has no copyright. I have always felt much gratifcation knowing how much happiness and comfort the poem has brought to others. My husband passed away a few years back at the age of fifty-six of cancer. One of his last wishes was for me to try to get my name on the poem as the author. I would be very pleased if anyone who sees the poem could help me with his wish by passing on this writing. I happily give permission for the poem to   be published and enjoyed but please place my name, Grace L. Naessens as the author.  In Gods Love Grace L. Naessens

I got up early one morning and
rush right into the day;
I had so much to accomplish that
I didn't have time to pray

Problems just tumbled about me,
and the heavier came each task.
"Why doesn't God help Me?" I wondered.
He answered , "You didn't ask".

I wanted to see joy and beauty,
but the day toiled on, gray and bleak;
I wondered why God didn't show me.
He said,"But you didn't seek."

I tried to come into God's presence;
O used all my keys at the lock.
God gently and lovingly chided,
"My child, you didn't knock."

I woke up early this morning,
and paused before entering the day;
I had so much to accomplish
that I had to take tome to pray

Author: Grace L. Naessens

         "Baby, it`s ALL good!         

What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see someone limited,Or someone free?
All some people can do is look and stare Simply because they can`t see my hair Others think I`m controlled and uneducated They think I am limited and unliberated They are so thankful that they are not me Because they would like to remain free Well, free isn`t exactly the word I would`ve used Describing women who are cheated on and abused They think that i do not have opinion or voice They think that being hooded isn`t my choice They think that the hood makes me look caged That my husband or dad are totally outraged All they can do is look at me and fear And in my eye there is a tear Not because I have been stared at or made fun of But because people are ignoring the One up above On the Day of Judgment they will be the fools Because they are too ashamed to play by their own rules Maybe the guys won`t think I`m a cutie But atleast I`m filled with more inner beauty See, I have declined from being a guy`s toy Because I won`t let myself controlled by a boy Real men are able to appreciate my mind And aren`t busy looking at my behind Hooded girls are the ones really helping The Muslim cause The role that we play definatley deserves applause I will be recognized because I am smart and bright And because some people are inspired by my sight The smart ones are attracted by my tranquility In the back of their minds they wish they were me We have the strength to do what is right Even if it means putting up  a life long fight You see, we are not controlled by a mini skirt And tight shirt We are given respect and never treated like dirt So you see, we are the ones Who are really free and and liberated We are not the ones sexually terrorized & violated We are the ones that are free and pure We are free of STDs that have no cure So when people ask you how you feel about the hood Just sum it up and say,"By Suzy Fawad


To ALLAH, The Most High:

Oh Allah
How can I be seperated from thee?
How can I be?
How can you put me in your flaming burning hellish fire?
How can you put me there? You see me, hear me, take me up higher.
You gave me everything I know I have You gave me more
You gave me what did not have before
You gave me everything
I need not say a thing For You know everything
You are The Supernatural Omniscient Omnipresent Being.
(This poem, I wrote in responce to Du'a Kumail)  Sister . H

This is a recently discovered phenomenon in a forest near Sidney. As you can see, the bottom half of the tree trunk is bowed in such a way  that it resembles a person in a posture of Islamic prayer -the 'ruku'. Looking closer you can see the 'hands' resting on the knees.

The most amazing thing is that the 'man' is directly facing the Kaaba,Mecca which is the direction,    Mohsen

A Lesson From a Lost Hero

I thought you were my hero.
I put you on a pedestal.
I thought that you were perfect.

Why did you have to go
and destroy my image of you?
Did you not know how much it would hurt me?

After I get over the hurt
This lesson I'll still remember:
Only God is perfect. Yasmin


Time is a river flowing through tomarrow. there are those who will to fight the current.  There are those who will try to around the next bend. but - the wisest rise above the water's surface to seek a fellow traveller. Faeeza.

Funny, isn't it?

Will you be my friend?

I love you this much.

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Lesson in Life

A new You

The Room

Challenges Facing  Muslim Families in  North  America


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