A:Nungarrayi=one of me:didi=irish for tit:tdot=I don’t know but:Copas=my mothers mothers maiden name

Salam and Hello and welcome  

I have done a thing which I am strongly proud of today, and want to show it.  It bears some relation upon the work of validating that Mohammed was at all times perfect in respect of Aisha. 

Depending upon the fullness of your own belief, and how much of the real world already in existance you are able to perceive, perhaps you might take my post in the form of an allegorical teaching.  It is about the effort necessary to make so as to cause that the wrong sihr which made the world impure, can be altered by well measured sihr of Angels.  So read when your mind is willing. 

This is a very serious issue I want to address, but it is difficult to address, especially through the internet.  I know because I have tried to before, in a number of different Islamic websites and weblogs.  However I hope this time the outcome might be better. 

It is not about being an Aboriginal Australian, which is usually how I can claim to have been given any bad reputation.  Yet it is also very directly aligned with that fact, but not necessarily always provably so, and trying to relate my own factual life story as I related to the wrongful criticisms made against Mohammed (blessings in my labour to him), has brought upon my own self a multitude of wrongful condemnations in the modern Australian context, and especially from the direction of police corruption and organised crime influencing modern Australian society through corrupt policing. 

This part of my life story is about a family court case I am involved with between myself and my ex-defacto partner of nine and a half years, to whom I have three very well minded sons.  But it is not thanks to their father that their own well mindedness is being maintained whilst living at his house, and most especially neither are any thanks due to their step-mother, who fancies herself a good person only at my expense.  While what I have to tell is not of the material world, but is rather about the work of the world inhabited by Allah’s Angels, the facts in the legal dispute are very relevant, so I can here tell a little of. 

What has been portrayed through a myriad of legal contexts, but worst of all in a, now out of date, forensic psychiatric report, is basically that: because I began to believe in Islam and practise genital wudu, asking my children’s father to re-inforce the lesson for my children; but was also, at the time the court case opened, briefly engaged to an Aboriginal man; and also having had the symptoms of a mild post traumatic stress condition, which is caused from, the combination of an accident in that I sat in a bucket of hot water at three, and then being caught in a natural disaster when eighteen, nearby to naturally hot water pools in New Zealand; that therefore, my sanity might be in such terrible condition as to make me a permanent danger to my children, even to the extent that it is traumatic for their minds and their father’s mind to so much as say hello on the telephone. 

The children’s father has sought to establish through lying to court, and to a forensic psychiatrist, in lies that are readily able to be disproven, that my general mental condition is so bad as that my self could be put under duress to rape a child.  That he reported so very directly to the forensic psychiatrist has preventing me obtaining a blue card, and because my usual occupation is as a youth worker, I have not been able to work in my normal occupation, which has exacerbated the problem, in that I could not afford to fund my legal representation.  The forensic psychiatrist believed him against other material evidence on paper, and in an absurd exaggeration in which he said openly to her that he only need give police a go ahead and they would criminally prosecute me for child sexual assault.  There is no evidence, and perhaps why this circumstance has happened to myself is because I have at all times sustained absolute certainty in my nature that to so abuse any child is fully impossible. 

Normally I am totally unaware of any of the disturbing mental associations which many persons report to me of experiencing in association with myself.     Yet it comes to me that perhaps when I am asleep and not at all conscious of my Dreams, that my lack of consciousness might be because I have been forced into nightmares not of my own life, through a former defacto relationship with a person whom was abused as a child.  What is odd in the context that it is myself being accused of insanity, is that the legal professionals whom had been assessing the case, seem to have been relying upon such nightmares in their experience as though above the empirical evidence.  Because of the general reguard I am held in, I have experienced a gradual realisation of the extent to which my reputation was damaged here in
Queensland before I even arrived here, among those persons whom might have been my peers in previous years.  People I might name as peers in the Australian community are Aborigines whom are active in the land rights movement, and whom are mothers of children the same age as my own; members of the regulated socialist organisations; and any community of religious believers whom I have been in prayer with; yet also those whom I went to school with whom are now doctors and lawyers.  Now it is only a  small subset of the Indigenous community and a small subset of the socialist community, and small subset of religious believers whom have been enabled through Angels to sustain belief in myself as worthy of ever remembering.  Maybe that will soon change. 

Early morning, 23rd May 2007, (four days away from the fortieth anniversary of Aborigines being made citizens of a nation state – if that has any meaning to yourself), I received the set of mental impressions in which a person I know had been causing that my own person is perceived by many to be the responsible person for other peoples acts of sexual hatred.  It is a good thing to have been able to notice the images are able to be received with gaps between each image in the sequence, which has enabled myself to put the truth in among the long standing imagery. 

So I am going to here describe those images, and while describing, also place my own certain life story truth in place.  My every effort for the past four years at July 10th, has been towards winning the family court case, and it is to that outcome which I am here working.  My whole self in reality, is totally oriented into being a mother and a wife and a good daughter, and every other part of me is only an impurity; so can I ask of readers to bear myself as it is in reality in mind. 

The sequence of images: 

The preface is that in the past when I lay in bed in an automated mode of life, with my children’s father near me, I often made my hand like to an emus head, and made a joke of myself in that. 

However many persons have been taking to their self, when after engaging in an act of degrading the Human anatomical function of gender: 

The mind might inadvertently have been associating with an image of a puppet of some sort, but always one with a clearly strong association with greed; There was an assumption attached to the image that it was being manipulated by the hand of a stranger, and that the puppet is the self, but also behaviour, of the person whom committed the wrong deed;However, clearly because these images related to wrongful action as well as only mind, it must be held that the enactor of the deed, could have controlled their behaviour and not so acted, since we Human beings can control our posture if nothing else;Therefore the correct regard to hold the manifestation of the puppet within, is that it is being controlled by the hand of the person whose mind notices it, but only when and if that hand is also attuned with the hand of Allah;Any implications made by any persons whom have seen myself using my hand alike to a puppet, are clearly mistaken, since I have never, when with my hand inside a puppet (an example was with a monkey puppet I was given to hold by a Canadian acquaintance, at the 2000 Olympics Soccer matches in Canberra), ever had any thought or associations aligned with controlling the mind or behaviour of any other person.  I am here in Allah, Elohim 

The next image to appear is a wide open mouth with the tongue poking out.  It is known to be at cause from the practise of homeopaths whom dose patients with a dose of potent medicine under the tongue, and so whom see their patients with wide open mouths, and are also likely to have examined the tongue.  I have been a patient for some eleven years of one such homeopath, whom is not qualified, and had enticed me into his practise by quoting from the teaching of George Ivanovitch Gurdjieff.  I have subsequently studied that teaching and can relate to it well enough to know that the homeopath is not adhereing to the real nature of the work he ascribes to belief in.  In fact, my own experience of his knowledge, is that he uses his information about what medicines he had prescribed as homeopathic medicine, (that is, a medicine alike to the disease is prescribed so as to enable a patients self knowledge, and only thereby recovery, in having swallowed culpability), to various patients whom might be vulnerable, as I have been to his treachery, so as to exaggerate the condition on long into the future, only so as to alleviate the guilt he and his own wife are bearing, most especially from sexual conduct.  Also he uses the doses he gives to one patient to feed through a story to another patient for them to blame the first patient by.  Perhaps most of the blame was falling to my shoulders only because I have not once blamed any person in the situation, and not even the homeopath until well after I had very clean behavioural evidence in my bodily experiential witness.  The image is usually associated to the ills of gossiping.  But the fact of whom gossips and what gossip is, had not been accurately being identified by those whom promote the image.  For example, the homeopath whom I am by now quite familiar with, had often openly gossiped about one patient to another, and frequently enough patients complain about his approach.  He seemed to have reserved myself in some special favour and only gossiped about me to his wife and close companions rather than to the whole body of his patients.  But he also was blaming his patients for ever remembering or repeating what he was telling them, as though their ears were faulted for hearing.  But when in a physician’s office we ought to regard stories we are told as having a teaching element, or warning against wrong.  The homeopath here in my regard did often use teaching stories when speaking with myself, for example: the statistician whom was diagnosed with an illness with a 100% fatality rate, and had to cure himself of misplaced belief about statistics before he could find the cure of the disease.  I have the full set of all the medicines which were prescribed to me, and my children, and note often that many persons attuning with police, (both criminal and legal professionals and many others), when wondering what regard to hold me in, find themselves receiving images representing one or other of the food substances which are able to trigger a negative response in my body from those medicines.  The homeopathic literature defines all such possibilities thanks to the good work in the field of homeopathy by many believers as well as the abuse of its nature by kaffir. 

So the image of the mouth with the tongue is truly an image from the face of a person being gossiped to and not the mouth of whom is gossiping.  Although, if you want to, you could take me here as a gossip, for in my own self regard is the total account to bear for the existence of such a homeopath, now having related the story. 

The image of the mouth with a tongue can become turned into an umbrella, and an umbrellas can be regarded as an upside down cup with a handle.  That is, a cup for catching ills instead of health giving energy.  That is within a 100% thanks to my son. 

Then the images which have been commonly been perceived, had a sight from the view of a person pushing a bicycle in the rain.  The whole array of bicycle imagery implies a work ethic.  Pushing the bicycle implies either an intolerance to riding, or having had an accident.  The homeopath has a friend, whom also practises homeopath, and is whom first communicated to me about the Gurdjieff teaching, whom had a very bad accident upon her mountain bike.  She is usually held is regard of many as quite an amazing character.  But in her attendance upon children she is very negligent: she left her own son in the care of a man with a conviction for having had anal intercourse with a minor, and when I once left my son as a toddler with her, she let him tip a whole pot of glossy enamel aqua green coloured paint all over his body.  She even had described to me that she had seen that it was about to happen and did not know why she could not herself act to prevent the fact of the paint spill.  Now my own associations with that view of pushing the bicycle in the rain, were initially only of this particular person, whom had told me enough for me to know that she had somehow blamed the fact of her accident upon my own self.  Perhaps that is why.  But also it is that my mind can associate with a story from a group of her peers about a mountain bike race which they had a team competing in, and in which the Canadian person earlier mentioned was racing.  That Canadian was first a patient of the homeopathic practise of the amazing accident haver, and later of the other homeopath, and while in my acquaintance had delivered a baby in somewhat of a miraculous sort of condition given the state of her own health, with much unacknowledged support from me, given as my thanks to her for teaching me to cook a chocolate and beetroot cake.  The rain imagery could equitably have been her experience, which it is my preference to believe.  My every association with the second person was always through the first mentioned person here, because that is how we had met.  And there is in my memory a description of the second complaining about riding in the rain, but not that the first had her accident in the rain. 

However, that I do not know for definite in that instance need be held to the side, if we begin to restring together the sequence, in an example of how the work of Angels with Jinn together can cause that acts of wrongful sihr are reshaped so as to reform the real world: 

Puppet (then the person’s own hand operating it instead of a strangers); Mouth (that turns into an umbrella when that puppet grabs hold of it); (then the puppet holds the umbrella up and so) Pushing a bicycle in the rain (is in the rain experienced under an umbrella, of the shade falling); 

Then the final image in the sequence had been ???  

I do not know since all I have experienced was the bike rider using the puppet and mouth images as reason alone to blame me for their misery. 

But thereby, if the image sequence has arrived at the person whom enacted the ill deed in sexual conduct, finding themselves to be their own puppet master, then finding that by blaming the mouth the puppet on their hand reaches out for the mouth and it becomes an umbrella, and then they walk along in rest from work, (as in rest from actual bodily labour with a mind towards self discipline), then if that person still seeks anybody to blame for their own ills, they might only find a mirror. 

But here is the terror in the situation, in the self reflection in the mirror, within the pupil of the eye can be found the image of a man.  Seeing him make the view seem to all the more be the fault of the person seeing.  He is the Dajjal, but is also an innocent man, except in one thing alone: that upon meeting me, he tried to prove that the sequence of images of only puppet, mouth, and work rest, could be really proven to be the fault of me.  What happened between us in acquaintance is not for me to acknowledge, and only his own body can know. 

Whether or not this story is real I will leave to your own lives to find out. 

Believe in Isa, and in Allah, for the truth will be hard. 

Yet also in this world of illnesses, we can gradually awaken to how ridiculous this now will seem to us in the future in reality.  Why could we be so unable to control what we want when we are holding money in our hands?  I once made a jest about my name, when in Kyogle NSW in 2003, that Rebecca is like Rue Bear Kah, and just this evening, in connection with this disentangling of my own story from the lies about me which others may have imagined, I recognise that the sound accompanying the images being described had a sound alike to my name, in the place where I had been experiencing feeling to blame, but with a “d” sound also.  It is illustrative that the “d” sound was eminating from an acquaintance, whom was imposed upon by the same homeopath and his wife, to adapt himself to taking upon his own nature their envy of me.  That was in 1991, with me pregnant with my oldest son.  The man whom introduced me to the homeopath, was not yet then a man, still a boy of about nineteen, and the words I remember him forming by will were “I don’t want Becca”, after his mind was questioned in respect of whether he wanted to ‘tackle’ managing myself as though I a kafir to his responsibility.  His older sister is a friend, and over the past few years is one of two persons whom have really aided me in need by giving me money.  She gave me all the money in her pocket when we met, and her act is very appreciable.  (The other act of giving me any money when in need was from a Muslim man in the street whom observed me being in lack of enough self to be able to make a necessary decision, and his aid of only 60cents enabled me well enough. I will tend always to hide unaided need since my experience is of having been given material aid only as method of entrappment into a semblence of being in sin.  So the instant mentioned first is truly a well minded act.) 

There is one other matter I ought mention here.  The moral of the story of course.  It is that in all the nightmares of the Human condition which have passed through my mind for as many years as I am old, my own sustained belief has always been to never believe that any such images can be used to account for any ill in any person other than in my own mind for it having been possible to imagine such.  This attitude is what will sustain reality in the dis-unifying of the world we had known, and reassembly of the matter of our Dreams into reality as we Pray for.  But most importantly here it need to be noted that my three sons are all sustaining their own minds equitably in account in Allah.  Such is the degree of our forbearance of antiquity. 

Of this story as an allegory about the making of an allegory, what is untold is best left so, at least until there is another wrapping around this tale. 

 

Believe 

World of belief in God

Is just so not

What those whom fail it

Suppose us believers believe

God to be

 

Judge faith not

For belief is by definition

True to reason

In experiential conditions

So defy not

What your own life’s transitions

Have so far failed to provide of

 

And if you can not yet believe

In God

And every he bequeath

Then just believe in life

Being sustained by

A mysterious unity of energy

For what else is He

If not singularity

Too large for us to imagine

Too minute in action

For our detection

Too loving of our being

To let us end with existing

If only we forget momentarily

In Him need

 

For it is of us

Those parts

We have to have for love

In God above

Which fail to believe

In
constance existing

Which are causal to existence ceasing

And yet within

The key is

That every

Perfect unity

Of Faith in Love

Of God above

Of reason

Of science and belief

Of hope to make the Earth our home a better place

Is the aspect of us

The Soul in living unity with

What will not cease

Without God recreating us

Once again

Every moment

So well we are beloved

In the face of the worst that has become of us

 

 

 

Was 

Was he too attractive

To be talking to me

What was He believing about me

And why had he approached me

For while I tried and tried

To make him take me

As I am

Just a bit too daggy

For what he likes of his own manhood

So therefore

Thought I

Right from the start

Of our conversation

I am just not his type

As attractive as he might be

So if he will see

That I had not tried

To get him to like me

Then perhaps he might

Realise he knows not yet

What there is to like

About me

Because I was

Sitting outside in the city

Alone at night

And did not

Want

To be approached by any man

No matter how attractive

Nor matter that his mind

Beautifully intelligent

He describes and self defines

His Spirit alike

To mine

Giving no indication of why

But to my mind

Might he find

That of course I am above all too daggy

When approached on the city street at night

By a complete stranger

With a too far too sexy mind

That seems now to have adhered to mine

In love like

Just that he said to find

Unbelievable

And so had I

Until without his phone number

All I could think to was cry

And poetry aplenty write

When other work calls

Is that I once before was alright

Being the person who met him

But now am too daggy for even my self to like

So his attractive personality might

Just return his mind into

Bizarre un-kissed night

For to gently remind

An advertisement I did write

And semblance like

A public announcement

Of the well to do men’s

Brothel opening night

Is that my anger is formidable

Because there at

Our parting had

I shown him what

The nights walk

Might have painted me as

And in permanence if

He is not who

Answers the ad just right

Is that was I a dag

Lacking only social regard that

Or just too fat

Because to my mind

His intensely attractive

Approach to me

Was only

Too likeable to trust

To specially pretty for love

Or was I only too ignorant of

But in his real esteem

Why the bastard made me want to scream

Of formidable endurance in ice cream

Who could but DreamThat an accident Of our coincidenceWould have caused that betweenWe have found ourselves relatingWithin Kiri ElaisonBringing new meaningTo a marriage of convenienceThis is the Dance 

 

 

 

Was it of Non-believers only that this is Me 

The kaffir

Though migaloo

Their name

Our language has too

And less shame

But hasnamuss those who

Seem to have sprung up amongst us

Can not believe

Themselves not originally

So are able to believe

Yet without only
constance

And sadly detrimentally

To who can do them to be

Is the hasnamuss key

The kaffir not so able

To be managed well

While migaloo

Just prepared to be

Their own body

Letting our will do their wants and needs

Occasionally inhabiting

So sharing in accountability

Is this my linguistic analysis

Correct also to you

For the migaloo

Is an unusual beast

Who is gladly being proved

In Animist cultures

To want to accept

What is love’s consequence

So when it came to

Who but the migaloo

Aspiration to be

So insensitive to me

As kaffir be

So forming hasnamuss ideas

Of the reality including queers

Of potential possibility

Well what they tried to cause

To me to be

And perhaps you also

Was that they built a glass house

In their own imaginations

Fuelled of course by our own

Tricked into their beliefs

A glass house in the sky

For the minds

Of any person whom did not like

Their way to be

Of refuting time

But yet admired by them of mental capacity

As though our brains of nobility

Became baked into a great big pie

Of our own selves to eat

From which impossible it can be

To Dream at night

Without their taking a bit

Of our Human identity

And persecuting our memory

With false ideology

As though able to make us believe

We had no Islam in deed

Could not remember our own mind to read

And that whose mind

An open book to this seed

An open house

For any body who buys it

Their games of self hate

To take a look

To see what denies it

Yet in Human mentality please

For what sort of people are these

Relying upon a glass house of leaves

Dropped by the trees

Of Human wood

Knowing we should

Never forget these

And never be letting it pass

That any migaloo so much as farts

Or breaths

But the kaffir who

Have no worth in mind

Why the hasnamuss favour them to do

Us all into oblivion

For these so Human like

Whose heads are well read

Just simply don’t like

That a Human gets time to stand in

And their mind reading fees

They demand of us with no please

No thankyou

No informing

So fail us of our memory

That at any moment

We are in mind open to them

To the forgivers

Of our Humanity

And those who so did

Are as ridiculous a lid

As to have made up their dreams

From the types of commodities

That with they identified

When they decided

To turn away from Animist faith

So in a tupperware party

Arrived the containment of dreams

Combined with

A toilet and sugar show stream

With a floor and door show

Type of restrainment

The enforced upon

Those in their tupperware glass

Assuming of us

That when without

Sweets in the mouth

Shit and urine coming out

Then what we leave on the floor

Or let through the door

Might be what we owe them

As though they are the only

Folk with access to any

Particle of what is in my memory

But to that tune rich

Have they stitched

Their own fanciful interpretive

Meaning

While portraying my self

As theirs for bleeding

Locked into the Tupperware shelf

Or somebody’s glass teapot

Perhaps the one with a cosy

For it shed the wool that

Maybe myself is too dozy

To have believed

In those Dreams with them

In which they train Human children

To be like them

And then seem to sell

To policemen

Off whose false interpretations

They breath in

Imposing

Yet so faulting

Only their own life

In their mysteriously

Well practised

Yet sadly poorly skilled

Timing drills

The whole electronic media

In its displacements

Of locations

Seems to have been caused so as to stabilise them

For what form of life could this

The call of a hassnamuss

That a banana in pyjamas

Came down some stairs

Only because

They imagined of me to be

Very politically

Defaming them

Which I am actually

As a consequence

Of a need to flush out their

Assumptions of me

It seems to be

Our way to know

What of us they suppose

Yet for my money

Who lives off their greed

Of managing to be

Who closed all the doors

Except that they imagined control of

Against me

Rather be in poverty

For it seems to be

The hasnamuss of course

Whom are yet obtaining money in blaming me

For no idea other than their own existences

Yet could any child have stopped them

Proving only that no child should be

Able to own and spend any money

And with that key

Just thank them

For the lesson in

Never imagining

 

 

 

 

The World Telling Me Its End 

What will the world

When being Muslim became

Subjugated and defamed

In seeking truth

By Arab’s imagination

That the culture of
Arabia

Is the only Islamic way

That my efforts to attain

An identity in belief to sustain

Of my own people’s place

In Islam no disgrace

Are being prevented

By Arabs insisting I need

The language of
Arabia

To portray myself as a believer

While the policing of this place

Governed today by invaders

Imposed upon me

That it could be seditious

And imprison-able

To so learn to be

Able to speak in Arabic

Yet being an Aborigine of Australia

I know my own language word

Stands as well in Allah

My indigenous comprehension

Of Religion

Surpassing through ancient memory

My other schooled in keys

Which save me daily

From the police

Projecting upon me

That if it is not the sedition of

Speaking the Arabic tongue

Then indeed must it be

Seditious

To claim to be Muslim

This wing to sing from

Long sung but

We are who knew not of

Until it had begun

Among those of us

Not yet converted

Before our land was invaded

Is arisen

In decisions

Of what is the law we must deal with

What marks us ever to be Muslim

Regardless of any police diversions

 

Allah is the indivisible

He is everything but especially that we have not yet found

He is not what we have corrupted of the world

He causes no wrong

He is the unity of organisation which enables life to continue in constant re-creating

He is endlessness itself

He is the source of any beneficence, all mercy, and His is every Grace existing

Allah is the glue holding reality together

We work to his tune and by believing in Him can we know faith

In Faith we can realise His constant recreation of our life is fully dependant upon us working to his tune,

The Tune of living recreation each moment never forgetting or denying His is every cause in reality,

What Allah will not cause, exists because We have forgiven that He might not need to,

What Allah will not cause is only that world we are still in which is ending by our belief in him,

Thus by our suffering in accepting His love so as to Love him more perfectly,

And thereby denying our nature needless suffering,

Can we learn that His nature is to need us as we need Him,

In equal degree but that His Love is every above in magnitude and density,

So that we can Love Allah better is that we can receive of His love more properly,

Be one with all of the Ummah of Believers in Him, whether Jew, Christian, or Muslim, or of any other externalised belief identification, when alive in Him we are in Islam, and only those of us whom so recognise are able to manifest that the Ummah is, and that ever at Earth is and was the Ummah one unity of real belief in Allah.

By work of the Ummah to know what is of us the impurities which Allah is not, can Allah enable us to know what He is:

 

ALLAH (The Name Of God)

اللهالذى لا اله الا

AR-RAHMAN (The Beneficent)

الرحمن

AR-RAHIM (The Mercifull)

الرحيم

AL-MALIK (The Sovereign Lord)

الملك

AL-QUDDUS (The Holy)

القدوس

AS-SALAM (The Source Of Peace)

السلام

AL-MU’MIN (The Guardian Of Faith)

المؤمن

AL-MUHAYMIN (The Protector)

المهيمن

AL-AZIZ (The Mighty)

العزيز

AL-JABBAR (The Compeller)

الجبار

AL-MUTAKABBIR (The Majestic)

المتكبر

AL-KHALIQ (The Creator)

الخالق

AL-BARI (The Evolver)

البارىء

AL-MUSAWWIR (The Fashioner)

المصور

AL-GHAFFAR (The Forgiver)

الغفار

AL-QAHHAR (The Subduer)

القهار

AL-WAHHAB (The Bestover)

الوهاب

AR-RAZZAQ (The Provider)

الرزاق

AL-FATTAH (The Opner)

الفتاح

AL-ALIM (The All Knowning)

العليم

AL-QABID(The Constrictor)

القابض

AL-BASIT (The Expender)

الباسط

AL-KHAFID (The Abaser)

الخافض

AR-RAFI (The Exalter)

الرافع

AL-MUIZZ (The Honourer)

المعز

AL-MUZILL (The Dishonourer)

المذل

AS-SAMIE (The All Hearing)

السميع

AL-BASIR (The All Seeing)

البصير

AL-HAKAM (The Judge)

الحكم

AL-ADL (The Just)

العدل

AL-LATIF (The Subtle One)

اللطيف

AL-KHABIR (The Aware)

الخبير

AL-HALIM (The Forbearing One)

الحليم

AL-AZIM (The Great One)

العظيم

AL-GHAFUR (The All-Forgiving)

الغفور

ASH-SHAKUR (The Appreciative)

الشكور

AL-ALI (The Most High)

العلى

AL-KABIR (The Most Great)

الكبير

AL-HAFIZ (The Preserver)

الحفيظ

AL-MUQIT (The Maintainer)

المقيت

AL-HASEEB (The Reckoner)

الحسيب

AL-JALIL (The Sublime One)

الجليل

AL-KARIM (The Generous One)

الكريم

AR-RAQIB (The Watchfull)

الرقيب

AL-MUJIB (The Responsive)

المجيب

AL-WASI (The All-Embracing)

الواسع

AL-HAKEEM (The Wise)

الحكيم

AL-WADUD (The Loving)

الودوود

AL-MAJEED (The Most Glorious One)

المجيد

AL-BA’ITH (The Resurector)

الباعث

ASH-SHAHEED (The Witness)

الشهيد

AL-HAQQ (The Truth)

الحق

AL-WAKIL (The Trustee)

الوكيل

AL-QAWI (The Most Strong)

القوى

AL-MATEEN (The Firm One)

المتين

AL-WALI (The Protecting Friend)

الولى

AL-HAMEED (The Praiseworthy)

الحميد

AL-MUHSI (The Reckoner)

المحصى

AL-MUBDI (The Originator)

المبدىء

AL-MU’ID (The Restorer)

المعيد

AL-MUHYI (The Giver Of Life)

المحى

AL-MUMIT (The Creator Of Death)

المميت

AL-HAYEE (The Alive)

الحى

AL-QAYYUM (The Self-subsisting)

القيوم

AL-WAJID (The Finder)

الواجد

AL-MAJID (The Noble)

الماجد

AL-WAHID (The Unique)

الواحد

AL-SAMAD (The Eternal)

الصمد

AL-QADIR (The Able)

القادر

AL-MUQTADIR (The Powerful)

المقتدر

AL-MUQADDIM (The Expediter)

المقدم

AL-MU’AKHKHIR (The Delayer)

المؤخر

AL-AWWAL (The First)

الأول

AL-AAKHIR (The Last)

الآخر

AZ-ZAHIR (The Manifest)

الظاهر

AL-BATIN (The Hiddeen)

الباطن

AL-WALI (The Governor)

الوالى

AL-MUTA’ALI (The Most Exalted)

المتعالى

AL-BARR (The Source Of All Goodness)

البر

AL-TAWWAB (The Acceptor Of Repentance)

التواب

AL-MUNTAQIM (The Avenger)

المنتقم

AL-’AFUW (The Pardoner)

العفو

AR-RAOOF (The Compassionate)

الرؤوف

MALIK-UL-MULK (The Eternal Owner Of Sovereignty)

مالك الملك

ZUL-JALAL-E-WAL-IKRAM (The Lord Of Majesty and Bounty)

ذوالجلال والاكرام

AL-MUQSIT (The Equitable)

المقسط

AL-JAAMAY (The Gatherer)

الجامع

AL-GHANI (The Self-Sufficient)

الغنى

AL-MUGHNI (The Enricher)

المغنى

AL-MAANAY (The Preventer)

المانع

AD_DAARR (The Distresser)

الضار

AN-NAAFAY (The Propitious)

النافع

AN-NOOR (The Light)

النور

AL-HAADI (The Guide)

الهادى

AL-BADI (The Incomparable)

البديع

AL-BAQI (The Everlasting)

الباقى

AL-WARIS (The Supreme Inheritor)

الوارث

AR-RASHEED (The Guide To The Right Path)

الرشيد

AS-SABOOR (The Patient)

 

 

 

Here is a poem Allah enabled in my pen:

 

 

 

Eternity is Accountability 

Elohim Allah Will I be able to name him allHe who is first and foreverEven when I knew neverElohim Allah is why I am that I weatherHis Holy unending GraceIn each matter of my own will I faceHis indivisible mercySo not one might I disgraceIn no cry of mineCould I first have named HeElohim Allah will I beFor His unknowable worthWe ride our own hurstIn His strong standing GraceThat we have no faceElohim Allah every Jinn be in His seenUnending Forever Indivisible TogetherIf every word I know forI could string out this poem forWhat would I amount to at allBut that I am too poorIn every other of life’s callsI am responsible forEvery name when breathed who callsExcept His Absolute one and allOf God being His Forgiving meBy his forgiveness thusSpeak Elohim Allah with meThat every word could be his name in EternityExcept that I know my own responsibilitySo by only my own breath will I be 

Here is another Dua, not by my pen, but another to know for being able to feel yourself well in one Ummah, it has more words, for we need more when our minds are not yet about to feel all our feelings for Allah within less words: 

O Allah, O Karim,
Please have Mercy on me.
O Allah, O Karim,
Please forgive me
for the sins I committed in the past
and those I will commit in the future.

O Allah,
have Mercy on all the Muslimeen,
and guide them.
Guide me O Allah,
and guide my parents,
my siblings, my cousins,
my aunts and uncles,
my nephews and nieces and so forth.

O Allah,
I ask You
to strengthen my iman and those around me.
I ask You to soften my heart
and to soften the hearts of the Believers.

O Allah,
forgive me for my shortcomings,
for only You are Perfect.

O Allah,
Please Forgive me
if I ever got too wrapped in a matter
that I didn’t have the time to utter Your Name.

O Allah,
Please Forgive me for all the salat I missed
because of ignorance or laziness,
Please Forgive me for all the fasts I didn’t make up,
thinking it was “alright, since I fasted most of the days anyway.”

O Allah,
Please Forgive me
for the quarter I never dropped
into the metal cup for the homeless man begging on the street.

O Allah,
Please spark the love of Islam in my heart
and in the hearts of every single Muslim
until it gets implanted in their children
and their childern’s children and so on.

O Allah,
I ask that You help me for I am weak
and will only grow stronger by Your Strength,
so Allah Please Strengthen me
to fight Shaitan and his whispers.

And if I ever fell into his trap
and followed my desire,
then sincerely forgive me,
for that displays not only my weakness,
but Your Greatness as well.

O Allah, Please lighten the punishment in the grave
for those before us and those after us.
Please Allah, lighten the punishment
and please shed light into every Muslim’s grave.

O Allah, if I ever was too afraid
to stand up for Your Deen
because of what others would think,
then Forgive me, for I was a fool for doing so.

O Allah, Please Protect me and each Musilman,
and Protect especially the orphans and the widows.

O Allah, Please Strengthen the faith
of the destitute Muslims around the world,
so they have hope to live.

O Allah, if I ever forgot to do du’a
for even one suffering Muslim,
then Forgive me
for then it is as if I haven’t done du’a
for the entire ummah.

O Allah,
Please be the Light of my eyes, ears and heart.
O Allah,
Please be the Light on the sides of me
and the Light behind me
and the light in front of me.

O Allah, Please Forgive me
for all the foul words I spoke
either out of ignorance or
because I was trying to be “cool.”

O Allah, please forgive me
if I never stopped to think about You,
due to “other important things.”

O Allah, Please Forgive me
for not having enough time
or creating time for reading the Qur’an.

O Allah, Please Forgive me
for listening to music
and watching movies and t.v.

O Allah, please forgive me
for all the yelling I’ve done
and the arguments I’ve been in.

For the only time
the voice should be raised
is for Your Praises!

O Allah, Please Forgive me
for my disrespect towards my family,
elders, siblings and so on.

O Allah, Please Forgive me
for any backbiting I have been accused of,
whether I did it consciously or unconsciously.

O Allah, Rab al-Alamin,
Forgive me,
Forgive me for everything.
So for everyone,
every single Muslim,
dead or alive,
I do du’a that you forgive them
for all their sins.

O Allah,
Please Please Please
help the suffering Muslims
of Kashmir, Palestine, Chechnya,
Bosnia, Gujarat, Nigeria,
Iraq,
Afghanistan and everywhere around the world.

Please O Allah, make the Mujahideen victorious,
and let the beauty of Islam reign!
O Allah, Give victory to the Muslims!
O Allah, Please let True Islam reign!
O Allah, Please increase our knowledge
of Your Deen and this world.

Oh Allah, Please Help us all and guide us,
for You are Everything to us.

O Allah,
I cannot stress how much I ask
for Your Forgiveness and Your Guidance.

O Allah,
I fear You,
I fear You soooo much words cannot describe.
I fear the day when I will meet You,
and I WILL meet You.

When we are one on one,
and I have no one’s help or support.
No-one can take the blame for me
nor I for them.
The only thing I will have
is a little book given to me by You
that has my deeds.

O Allah,
Please Forgive me for my thoughts,
for even though I get sinned only for my actions,
I cannot help but feel guilty for my thoughts
and I ask You to Forgive me for them
and to clear my mind of any impurities
until You become the Only thing on my mind.

O Allah,
Please Forgive me
if I ever did anything out of gain
for this life and not for Your pleasure.
If I ever did anything to “show off”
then Please Forgive me for that.

O Allah,
I do du’a
that You grant us all God-Fearing spouses
and grant us righteous children.

Oh Allah,
I do du’a
that You continue to strengthen this ummah
until the Day of Resurrection.

O Allah,
Forgive me
for whatever I have not mentioned,
for I am bound to forget
…..but You,
through Your Greatness…
You Never Forget.

O Allah,
Please Grant
all the Muslims
Jannah-tul-Firdaus.

O Allah,
I ask that You shed Your Mercy
on all the Prophets (peace be upon them)
and on all the Angels (peace be upon them).

Lastly, I do du’a
You shed Your Mercy
on the Prophet Muhammad ,
his family and companions.

I do du’a
that you grant Muhammad
the Highest Station in
Paradise.
Rabinna Aataina
Fiduniya Hasinathow
Wa Fil Akhirati Hasinathow,
Wakina Adhab innaar
Ameen… 

Praise Allah alone when our mind can with one unity begin to Dream again in reality

Thanks and Salam

 

Alaykumuassalamuwaramathuallahiwarabarakathudallah Rebecca