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The paradox of our time in history is that

we have taller buildings but shorter tempers,

wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints.

We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences,

but less time.


We have more degrees but less sense,

more knowledge, but less judgment,

more experts, yet more problems,

more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh

too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read

too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.

We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added

 years to life not life to years.


We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble

 crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.


We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger

 things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.

We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.

We write more, but learn less.

We plan more, but accomplish less.

We've learned to rush, but not to wait.


We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than

ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men

 and small character,

 steep profits and shallow relationships.

These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier

 houses, but broken



These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway

 morality, one night

stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from

 cheer, to quiet, to


It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and

 nothing in the stockroom.

A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time

when you can

 choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they

are not going to around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in

 awe, because that

 little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because

 that is the only

 treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved

 ones, but most of

 all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes

from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday

 that person will not

 be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the

 precious thoughts

 in your mind.


Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by

 the moments that

 take our breath away.






The clock of life is wound but once And no man has

 the power To tell just when the hands will stop

At late or early hour.

Now is the only time you own.

Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in time.

 For the clock may soon be still.





We tend to plan for our future everyday,

Desperately we strive to pave the way,

We save every little bit of money we can find,

And to the people who can help us achieved we are kind.


If there is something we want bad enough we’re willing to fight,

For a future filled with happiness that is oh so bright,

I really hate though, to fill everyone’s hearts with sorrow,

But remember dear Muslims our future is not tomorrow.


It is not money or fame that will get us ahead,

But the number of times we worship Allah before bed,

That is what will make our future unimaginably great,

So let us wakeup and take control of our fate.


Tomorrow is not the future you should be planning for???

But the day you will be standing before Allah’s door.

The day where you will be reminded of every last deed’

Like the day you forgot the poor because of your greed.


And what dear Muslims shall you say,

When Allah asks you why you didn’t pray?

No excuse will be enough, to get us out of hellfire that will be so rough,

So let us pray, worship and keep the poor fed,

For our future begins once we are all dead.

Hoda El-Kassim


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