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The Honorable Birth, Upbringing, Lineage, Names, Physical Description of Prophet Muhammad

The Year of the Elephant
His Mother and Father
His Name and Lineage
On the Day of his Birth
Halimah as-Sa^diyyah
His Upbringing
His First Wife Khadijah
Some of the Miracles of Prophet Muhammad
Physical Description
His Death

Praise be to Allah, the Lord of the Worlds, to Him belong the endowments and proper commendations. May Allah increase the honour and raise the rank of our Master Muhammad sallallahu ^alayhi wa sallam and his kind Al and Companions and protect his nation from what he fears for it.

On the 12th of Rabi^ ul-Awwal of every year an honoured and glorified memory shines over the whole world, and is commemorated by the entire Muslim world. Every honest Muslim participates in celebrating such an honourable memory to praise Allah for the blessing and endowment of Prophet Muhammad peace and blessings be upon him.

This occasion is the Honourable Birth of Prophet Muhammad sallallahu ^alayhi wa sallam. How can one not celebrate a birth that has changed the face of history. This birth was one of the best gifts that one can ever receive. It is because of this Prophet may Allah raise his rank that we became Muslims. What is better than becoming a Muslim, remaining steadfast to Islam and dieing as a Muslim. We thank Allah for this birth and for making us among the followers of this great Prophet.

Only those who have darkness in their hearts deny the permissibility of celebrating such a birth, and forbid others from doing so. It is absolutely not unlawful (haram) to celebrate the birth of the Prophet sallallahu ^alayhi wa sallam, rather it is a rewardable deed. In fact it is the habit of hundreds of millions of Muslims all over Asia, Africa, Europe, India, Bangladesh, Fiji, Indonesia, Yemen, Turkey, Pakistan, and America. Only those who do not love the Prophet say that such celebrations are unlawful (haram).

The Year of the Elephant:
Their lived once a king of both Yemen and Habashah who was a non-believer. His name was Abrahah. When he realised that the people were visiting Makkah rather than his countries, and that good things were happening in Makkah, he decided to destroy the Ka^bah.*

* The Ka^bah is the cubic structure in the Holy Mosque of Makkah, originally built by Prophet Adam peace be upon him in obedience to Allah.

Abrahah built a huge temple in order to divert the people from the Ka^bah. He tried to glorify this new temple by decorating it with lots of jewels and precious stones. After that, the king of Yemen and Habashah prepared a vast army with huge elephants led by his men. When the Arabian tribes heard about Abrahah’s plan to destroy the Ka^bah, they fought to the best of their abilities. The tribes however could not prevent the elephants or the army. The huge army kept going until they reached the borders of Makkah.

When Abrahah was ready to destroy the Ka^bah, he directed his elephants towards it so that they would demolish it, the elephants refused to move and sat idly. They tried to force the elephants to move but they did not succeed. When they changed the direction of the elephants to south and away from the Ka^bah they obeyed. They tried the north, the elephants again obeyed. When they turned the elephants again towards the Ka^bah, it would not move an inch. The huge elephant refused to destroy the Ka^bah.

Allah then sent birds from the sea with rocks placed between their legs and in their beaks. Each and every rock had imprinted the name of the person it was going to strike. They dropped them on that army until they killed them all. Al-Qurtubiyy said that the army was of 60,000 soldiers. Due to this significant incident people named that year “The Year of the Elephant”.

In that year Prophet Muhammad sallallahu ^alayhi wa sallam was born. He was born in a place called “Suqul-Layl” in Makkah. According to the Roman calendar it was during the 6th century.

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Enjoy new video of ”We Are Golden” from album ”The Boy Who Knew Too Much” from the skyrocket artist Michael Holbrook Penniman, known as Mika born on August 18, 1983 in Lebanon from a Lebanese mother and a U.S. father. At age 1, his family moved to Paris, France for around 9 years stay, then headed to GB. Mika speaks fluently french. In one week from now, it will be his 26th birthday..so BONNE FÊTE MICHAEL!! Merci pour les excellentes chansons ”Relax, Take It Easy”, ”Grace Kelly”, ”Love Today”, ”Big Girl (You Are Beautiful)” et ”Happy Ending”. These songs are other good stuff for the mood… N’oublies pas Michael, tu es le bienvenu au QUÉBEC!! Centre Molson in Downtown Montréal and Colisée Pepsi in Quebec City are waiting for you, you are welcome anytime. Longue vie! He is approaching 8 000 000 albums sold worldwide in less then 3 years, that’s not bad considering today’s music business with the numeric era of the internet.
LYRICS

Teenage dreams in a teenage circus
Running around like a clown on purpose
Who gives a about the family you come from?
No givin up when youre young and you want some

Running around again
(Running around again)
Running from running

Waking up in the midday sun
Whats to live for?
You could see what Ive done
Staring at emotion
In the light of day
I was running from the things that youd say

We are not what you think we are
We are golden, we are golden.
(We are not what you think we are
We are golden, we are golden)

Teenage dreams in a teenage circus
Running around like a clown on purpose
Who gives a about the family you come from?
No giving up when youre young and you want some

Running around again
(Running around again)
Running from running
(repeat)

I was a boy at an open door
Why you staring
Do you still think that you know?
Looking for treasure
In the things that you threw
Like a magpie
I live for glitter, not you

We are not what you think we are
We are golden, we are golden
(We are not what you think we are
We are golden, we are golden)

Teenage dreams in a teenage circus
Running around like a clown on purpose
Who gives a about the family you come from?
No giving up when youre young and you want some

Now Im sitting alone
Im finally looking around
Left here on my own
Im gonna hurt myself
Maybe losing my mind
Im still wondering why
Had to let the world let it bleed me dry

We are not what you think we are
We are not what you think we are
We are not what you think we are
We are golden, we are golden

Teenage dreams in a teenage circus
Running around like a clown on purpose
Who gives a about the family you come from?
No giving up when youre young and you want some

Running around again
(Running around again)
Running from running
(repeat)

We are not what you think we are
We are golden, we are golden

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This is simply what a nagging Mother says in a typical 24 hours. Very entertaining & well sung by Anita Renfroe – everyone will enjoy this.

The audio + video is better on this one I got sent than other similar videos on the net, so you’d appreciate this version more as I did.

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She grew up believing in passion and love
Whose folks divorced and remarried
Very naive
Seen life and committments that shoulda been dead and buried
Highly sentimental
Sensitive
Gentle beyond the point she should be
What might be obvious to most, she says they too bitter
Can’t see the world the way she does
Clean lungs, undamaged liver
Sees thugs through a pink-tinted glasses
Occasionally
Weed does make her giggle
Listen to some music closer
Dudes approach her
Lightly
Wanna be her lover and she obliges
Likes to cuddle under the covers by candlelit fires
Oblivious to lying schemes to talk her out of clothes
Says shes just in love with love
Cuts her classes
Spending too much time entrancing romancing
Things are changing quickly
She’s asking “why aren’t you spending more time with me?”
Nigga’s eyes are getting shifty
Coming over later smelling of
On his face, jeans, and sweaters something’s fishy
And it’s not what he tells her, man, it’s what he don’t
And she don’t understand and for some years, she probly won’t
Just wants an honest man
For goodness sake
They backstabbing and cutting her throat
Restraining orders follow, but she still optomistic about it
Like annie, thinking tomorrow will maybe be a better day
I let her pray on bended knees “ask him to send prince charming, please”
She’s never cheated
Treats her man well
Cooks, cleans, dresses sexy for him
Halter tops and tight jeans
Would break the law for him
Go through a couple of these relationships
Still stays strong
She’s too young and dumb to call it quits
Learns that she carrying twice
Scared and afraid the first time
The second she don’t even cry
Makes her wipe away his tears and it hurts
They always leave return crazy, so she doesn’t flirt
Spends time warning the babies
Goes through a couple of these relationships and still stays strong
Too young and dumb to call it quits
Its still a love song

Shes got a good man
Shes 19, he’s 21 and sweet and honest
Promised to love her
Talk of marriage
She would never wanna be somebody’s baby’s mother
Use rubbers occasionally
When she’s flowing
Open to all the affection and gifts and all the good manners he’s showing
He’s trying to build a life for himself
Studies late computer and she’s missing attention that she’s not getting
Sex dwindles
Crawling in the sheets
He say “ya tired” and she say she feel “neglect and defeat”
Just doesn’t see his ambition
She wanna be the universe and hold his center position
Starts hanging round the best friend more
Crazy attraction takes impultive action
Drop the drawers
And falls in love
The world explodes
And she confesses “yeah I did it, so?”
They so tight it like he moves when she stretches
Over the couple years
Too many stresses
Girls who wanna fight her
Bitches writing letters
Friendships disappearing
Plus he rhymes, so it’s competitive
Pressure miscarriage
They break up fifty times a week and make up just as much
He in’, and I know, but pretending I’m out of touch
It’s getting strained and gets physical
She cries until the river dries and leaves her dead and cold
Packs up her things and leaves behind what I thought was gold was only gold-plated
Thinking of all the other ones I coulda just left and up and dated
Singled after four years
Starting over never easy
But it takes some time to realize your own worth
Come into your own
Play your mental rebirth
She starts penning some better poems
Straighten up her bank account
Likes to take herself out
I’m getting better at it
I’ve had a few relationships
But still too young and dumb enough to call it quits
It’s still a love song

Love
All I ever want is you
All I ever had, leading in my life was you
All that ever was, all I ever had

Maybe it’s easier to talk about this in third person
Learning better
Looking for love in all the wrong places
Like I’m Eddie Murphy
Curse me to repeat the same cycle
I’m breaking
No longer think relations make a better woman
Just for life, I’m pursuing
Growing, but hopelessly romantic still
Tasted weather in the bitter climates
Love the sunshine better
Dreaming of dream proposals
Decent moral values placing higher on my chart
Trying not to have a shallow heart
But battle scars are deep and reaching to the depth of and back
Try to give up the grudges
Think it’s experience and move from the clutches of sadness
It’s difficult
Sometimes I wish I wasn’t an adult
Adolescent primetime sitcom star
I’ve been too far and too much, too hard, for too long
It’s still a love song

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“Flowers in a Window” – A song I wrote to my mom and yours
One day i was driving home and saw flowers in a window and it reminded me of my mom’s love and strength. I know I don’t appreciate her enough!
Happy Mother’s Day!
Lyrics:
Cars flow by, like ocean waves
Sunlight tryin, to fight the haze you find
me here, tryin to make my way home
Catch my eye, lookin the other way
See the signs, through the window pane
Paper planes, line the streets like bones

Search the scene for signs of hope Im drawn
to you, on a second story balcony
from the corner of my eye.

Flowers, in a window
Shining, like a ray of hope
I know, theres a place i can go
Flowers, in a window
Gleaming, like a ray of light
I know, theres a place i can go

Numbers, on the door are made of
Other things, something beautiful just
Stands so strong, in the middle of the night
Break me down, like a child I begin to drown
In this river like a story told, from a bedside

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Kindle 2: http://tiny.cc/kindle2152 iPod Touch: http://tiny.cc/iPodTouch Handbags: http://tiny.cc/Handbags575 Flowers: http://tiny.cc/Flowers946 Breakfast in Bed Tray http://tiny.cc/BedTray It’s almost Mother’s Day and here are some great gift ideas. The Amazon Kindle2, the iPod Touch, a stylish Handbag, Flowers, Breakfast in Bed. Gifts for her, girlfriend mother, women

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