Monday, January 29, 2007. They are called private for a reason. Excerpt from Gulf News article. The law in the UAE and most GCC countries does not define such practices as a crime.

Monday, March 02, 2009. The Slumdog kids are back home. Life is still the same, no glitz. They tasted honey for a few days, and then the rug was yanked off their feet. There will be an answer, let it be. I took each small ste.

Thursday, June 19, 2008.

Arabic UAE Community Blog يوميات مجتمع الإمارات. Thursday, March 15, 2007. What will your choice be? There has been a movement in the US from different American Iranian parties that have chosen to f.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007. Another Voice of Peace . Her rare voice of peace in a world full of bloodshed and misery was silenced in the end by bullets for speaking for her rights and the rights of others who dare not speak. She laid her life for what she believed in, lots of other voices of peace will be silenced if we do not speak up about this, Silence is not an option. Monday, June 11, 2007. Thursday, May 31, 2007. Picture taken from World Vision International. Tuesday, May 22, 2007.

The stories of a swedish muslim mother, wife and just plain opinionated woman. Catholic nuns taking a tour of the Stockholm mosque at Medborgarplatsen. Lisa Goldman giving a talk to members of Working Sisters,. A kick in the butt. But we have a saying in my language that would translate something like this; shame on the one who gives up.

Blog of the Day Award. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2. Veni, Vidi, Volo in Domum Redire. And Prometheus dedicates this, his hundredth post, to Dona Nobis Pacem. Man Lay Bullaya Sada Kaina.

Sit back and listen with a piece of ginger cheesecake. Islam in Prague; Resources for Muslims. I received a message from someone looking for an English translation of Zahvalnost by Hor Kewser. Svako jutro kad se budim.

Haal ab tak wahi hain ghareeboan kay, Din phiray hain faqat waziroan kay,her Bilawal hai Dais ka maqrooz,paoon nangay hain Benazeeroan kay. Thursday, July 14, 2011. Why in green fields turning gold again,. Each year as farmers garner grain,. The peasants toiling in the fields,. Utterly unrewarded must poor remain? Why in lush fields laden with treasures,. Through evil ways and fulsome measures,. Only hunger grows for countless souls;. And a scheaming few gain all the pleasures? Posted by Destitute Rebel.

Saturday, May 03, 2008. Come out of the dark. I am but a whisper. The seed that feeds off. Of a cold winter of the heart. The chills that fill my soul create a turbulent start. I try to push you away. But the farther I push, the more I want you back. Tell me what it is I am to do? When you would not allow an interlude? I have no belief. I grow old as nature would pass me by.