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Featured
Article:
Respect
Alone.
Have you ever felt alone? Despite having everything you every wanted,
there existed an innate feeling of emptiness. An empty feeling
that you could not extinguish with all the money in the world? If so,
you are missing this woman. She will make your heart full. Like
water flow through the cracks of your soul and you will feel full,
satisfied, loved, ready and willing to change your ways for the higher,
better life.
Fatima.
Her name sounds like rain on a cold sunset with a lasting rainbow
shining past the cracks of the dark blue Pacific. Her soul feels like
the red orange colors you feel from an open fire not burning rather
grazing your skin only to make your heart feel safe amongst the cold two
feet away from the light. The cold tries to take you like an army of
30,000 with armor as hard as stone so grey like that of the dust found
at the foot of a volcano, trying persuading to scare you. You flinch
from the pain as if it hits you like a sword in the back so violently
that you continue to shake like the tail of a rattle snake warning
predators. Walk towards her warmth, like a sip of mint tea you feel her
on the way down, through your hands your veins, your eyes close tight
and open with a new light. The story begins.
She
was the only child, the daughter no sons seem to live. She was a woman,
the light of humanity the mother of humans. She was a woman, she gave
life, she showed compassion to the tar black ants smaller than the teeth
in her mouth. She was a woman she is the veil you wear on your head so
proud with apple green beads adorned on such a white fabric that it
shouts to the passerby the purity that your heart should hold. She was a
woman, she was an equal, she would be respected. She is the fountain
that flows like a flood without end, she is the water that you pass
before your feet can be dried of the sins of your past life. Where oil
struggles to mix with water her fountain her love can mix to clean the
troubled heart of a stranger lost at a fork of a path where no leaves
have lost there color and all flowers bloom like mountains. She is the
way to not stray. She is a woman, the daughter of the Prophet. The Story
has begun.
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The
Ahlul Bayt Essay Contest
The
Muslim society has witnessed dramatic changes in the recent past, which
challenge us to
re-think the role of the Ahlul Bayt in the Muslim community.
What
is our place in this increasingly complex global picture? How do we best
promote respect for human rights and
the growth of freedom and justice using the Ahlul Bayt as our role
models?
Our
community depends on knowledgeable and thoughtful students like you—the
next generation of leaders—to foster
respect, peace, freedom and justice among nations and people by knowing the
Ahlul Bayt and following their footsteps.
With
the belief that knowledge about our religion is vital for the success of
our society, we have established the Ahlul
Bayt Essay Contest to expand educational opportunities for Muslim youth.
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