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Monday, 23 July 2007


Taxing the poor people isn't the way forward to save the enviroment. This is just purely a robbery.
Maybe just an education on the subject matter would do the job.
And anyway, what happens with all the millions and billions of ££££ taken under the false pretense of GREEN TAX, by the government?
Cos it isn't the government that I see making the biggest changes in the world, it's the big corporations like Powergen and BP who are doing the most to make changes.
All that said, the truth of the matter is that our planet is truly shot to bits, all of its natural resources have been sucked out of it by us greedy humans, and soon it will just wither away. Judgement Day is soon coming!!!



modesty said...

Yes it is. It's time to do and think about what really matters!

modesty said...

Hey look what i found, it's a small poem:

Heaven has a place prepared for me and you
Hell is another place that has one prepared too
There is no place in-between that we can go
It's either Heaven above or Hell down below

Heaven is a place with streets paved with gold
Hell is a fiery furnace with unquenchable coals
Heaven is found with forgiveness and prayer
Hell doesn't care; it will take you as you are

We are all destined for one place or the other
There is no place in-between to run for cover
We must decide now where we intend to stay
We cannot be fence-sitters come judgment day!!

modesty said...


There was a time in my youth,
When Islam was only a custom.
They said "say La IIaha IIIa Allah,..
And pray, you'll go to Heaven."

Ah, how simple, no struggle in this,
Just a word, and simple act.
Thereafter I'm absorbed in this world again,
With my 'assured' place in Paradise intact.

But this was not to be my fate
For ALLAH chose to guide my heart.
I learnt of a man who struggled so hard
When his mission was from the start.


The story of someone who had morals,
Spoke gently, kindness he knew.
Never fearing to say what's right,
His conviction in ISLAM was true.

The touch of his hand was as soft as silk
To comfort a crying child.
To mend his clothes, or do the chores,
Never complaining, he always smiled.

A living he made with his bare hands,
The same that held his mighty sword.
Valour shone from the edge of his blade,

His smell was always of musk,
And cleanliness he kept at his best.
Stark contrast with the heroes of today,
Who stink of beer and sweat.

He held the hands of his companions.
Unashamed to play with many children.
So modest, so humble, a perfect example,
That strangers could not recognise him.

His eyes slept little for nights were precious,
His prayers he treasured much greater.
To pray Tahajjud in the depths of night,
Seeking forgiveness, and nearness to his Creator.

He broke his tooth for me at Uhud,
And bled for me at Ta'if.
He cried for me, tears of concern,
Just so I could have this belief.

His enemies admired his teachings,
Uniting every religion, every clan.
Till ISLAM came to every corner of the world,
O, but indeed he was only a man.

To own a house, or build his wealth
Was not his main priority.
To establish ISLAM was more essential,
To bring us under a Higher Authority.

Don't you want him to plea for your case,
When before ALLAH-The Judge-you stand?
Don't you wish to be around his fountain,
A burning desire to drink from his hand?

So I love him more than all creation,
My Leader, my Humble Prophet.
Muhammad (SAWS) was a mercy to all mankind,
And to me, he is ************