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    <title>Facing Death;Are you prepared by meghag | English, baby! Blogs</title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 10:33:33 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Missguide</title>
      <pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 10:33:33 GMT</pubDate>
      <author>meghag</author>
      <guid>https://www.englishbaby.com/blog/Rabia/view_entry/52132</guid>
      <description>&lt;h2&gt;Missguide&lt;/h2&gt;Oh my mind sometimes swing  on Devil missguide. It's realy so complecated fact to realize or rescuing me. If ALLAH help then I am safe. I became scare how Devil missguide by thousand over honest way?  </description>
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      <title>Dimension of life.</title>
      <pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 23:20:25 GMT</pubDate>
      <author>meghag</author>
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      <description>&lt;h2&gt;Dimension of life.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&amp;#39;m so unskillfull to express abuot it.cause everysecond it changes on situation.if Allah&amp;#39;s help I don&amp;#39;t get how to cross the unknown danger/ unwanted trap&amp;nbsp;/unwish&amp;nbsp;moment? very roghu n complicated time I face on my way coz I like honesty,good behave,true help ,good friend n I am so sensitive.Oh ALLLLLLLLLLAH help meeeeeee in my each step.Ameeeeeeeeeeeeen.&lt;/strong&gt;</description>
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      <title>Facing Death;Are you prepared</title>
      <pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 11:06:42 GMT</pubDate>
      <author>meghag</author>
      <guid>https://www.englishbaby.com/blog/Rabia/view_entry/36618</guid>
      <description>&lt;h2&gt;Facing Death;Are you prepared&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Most of us do not know how to behave when a guest arrives. We do not know how to entertain him. This is because we are not educated enough,as what to say and how to greet the visitor.I am speaking about our last guest by the name of MALAKUL- MOWT or the Angel of Death.the poor fellow is only an angel.He has come to carry out a command and that is his job.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; when the Angel of Death comes,the game is over.we are bowled out. there can be no appeal and we have to return to the pavilion,in our case the earth.some of us might have scored boundaries and sixes in our spiritual field,while some of us might have been bowledout for naught.Hence,the outcome for the Hereaftetr differs for different people.the Angel is not going to ask&amp;nbsp;us whether we are Shafeyis or Hanafis,but he may ask us to how we played the game.As fellow -traveller,he may even ask us what luggage in the form of good deeds did we send in advance.(Q.59:18)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So, what should do when the umpire declares!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>FUNERAL BLUES</title>
      <pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 03:38:38 GMT</pubDate>
      <author>meghag</author>
      <guid>https://www.englishbaby.com/blog/Rabia/view_entry/27417</guid>
      <description>&lt;h2&gt;FUNERAL BLUES&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;STOP ALL the clocks, cut off the telephone,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bring out&amp;nbsp;the coffin,let the mourners come.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Scribbiling on the sky the message &lt;em&gt;He Is Dead,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He was my North, my South, my&amp;nbsp;East and West, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; my working week and my Sunday rest,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mynoon, my midnight, my talk, my song;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I thought that&amp;nbsp; Love&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;would last forever: I was wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The stars are not wanted now; put out everyone; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pour away the ocean and sweep&amp;nbsp;up the wood; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; For nothing now can ever come to any good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>no appointment</title>
      <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2008 18:39:19 GMT</pubDate>
      <author>meghag</author>
      <guid>https://www.englishbaby.com/blog/Rabia/view_entry/25957</guid>
      <description>&lt;h2&gt;no appointment&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;He&amp;nbsp; who rejects evil &amp;amp; believes in Allah, has grasped a firm Hand-Hold which never breaks...&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If we want to see the prime minister,we have to make an appointment. But Allah needs no appointment,He has an open house and&amp;nbsp;listens to every petition of ours, no matter what of the day or night we call on him.we must thank him listening to us without an appointment. How many of us know that there is a hot line between us and Allah which is open all the time? Allah&amp;#39;s telephone number is : 24434. each number denoting the compulsory prayers of morning, mid-day, afternoon,evening and night.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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