Secrets of Life

I am giving you advice, so accept it. You will remain in good as long as you follow my advice. There are three signs of the believer: obligatory prayer, fasting and alms.

The pretender has three signs: he flatters when someone is present, backbites when the person is absent, and curses affliction.

The wrongdoer has three signs: he overpowers those under him, disobeys those above him, and abets injustice.

The one who shows off has three signs: he is energetic when he is with people, lazy when he is alone, and wants to be praised in all matters.

The hypocrite has three signs: when he speaks, he lies; when he promises he breaks it; and when he is trusted he betrays.

The lazy person has three signs: he is slow until he neglects, neglects until he loses, and loses until he sins.

The intelligent person should be intent only in three things: getting livelihood right, pleasure in what is not unlawful or a step he takes for the Next World.

A part of certainty is that you do not please anyone by angering God, you do not praise anyone for what God has given him, nor do you censure anyone for what God has not given him.

Provision is not procured by the greed of someone avaricious nor is it turned aside by the dislike of one who dislikes it. God—glory be to Him and Exalted is He—placed rest and joy in certainty and pleasure in the distribution of God.

He placed sorrow and care in displeasure at God's distribution.There is no poverty worse than ignorance and no wealth more generous than the intellect. There is no isolation more alienating than pride and no support more reliable than consultation. There is no faith like certainty and no scrupulousness like refraining. There is no beauty like beauty of character and no worship like reflection.

Everything has a bane. The bane of speech is lying. The bane of knowledge is forgetting. The bane of worshipping is showing off. The bane of elegance is pomposity. The bane of courage is injustice.
The bane of magnanimity is making someone feel indebted. The bane of beauty is haughtiness. The bane of lineage is boasting. The bane of modesty is weakness. The bane of nobility is boasting. The bane of graciousness is miserliness. The bane of generosity is extravagance. The bane of worship is arrogance. The bane of the religion is passion.

When someone praises you to your face, say, 'O God, make me better than what they say; forgive me for what they do not know, and do not call me to account for what they say.' Then you will be safe from whatever they say.When you are performing the obligatory fast, when you end fast in the evening say, 'O God, I have fasted for you and I end the fast with your provision,' and then the reward of those who fasted that day will be written for you without that decreasing their rewards. Know that every faster has a supplication which is answered. If anyone says with the first morsel he takes when he breaks fast, 'In the Name of God, the All-Merciful, Ever Merciful. O Vast of forgiveness! Forgive me,' he will be forgiven. Know that fasting is a veil against the Fire!!!

All these are the secrets of life advised by the Prophet muhammad (May allah's peace and blessings be upon him) to make this temperory abode an investment for the permanent.

Scrum Down For Wesley!

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This was a poem written when….
…the poet was only seven plus ten!
As a tribute to his rugby team,
For their performances held in high esteem!
(Year 2003)


Donning the blue jersey, wearing studded boots
Amidst the fans cheers, amidst the others hoots

Spilling into the field with one aim in heart
To give all I’ve have got, to do my very part.

“Tweet” goes the whistle to denote ‘play ball’
The ball was kicked higher than buildings very tall.

‘My ball’ comes the cry from the forwards in the pack,
It’s a do or die affair, there’s no turning back

The oval shaped ball was passed from hand to hand
The “bone crunching” tackles made players hit the sand

When I said to myself, I just started this rhyme
“Tweet” went the whistle to denote half time

Mr Priyadharshana the coach shouts off some ploys
As water was carried out to the battered up boys

Re-energised they run into the field
For school to make sure that victory is sealed

Tries and goals were hard to come by
For all our sporadic moves were stopped by some guy

“Tweet” went again the whistle to our relief
We had won the game to the opponents’ disbelief

Battered up and bruised we walked off the ground
As slogans of Wesley were the only audible sounds

Mr Mudannayake ran up to congratulate his team
With a slight pot belly and an ever glowing beam

He said we had brought ‘Honour and glory’ to school
Being heroes for one day was an experience really cool

Backs were warmly patted and good byes were being said
For fifteen young guys to tuck themselves in bed

Saddam Hussein - His sun had set before the strike of dawn

The sun had begun readying its rays
A lone man sits, counting his days

A tap on the door and worst was to follow…
….the man who was shown the way to the gallows,

Why was this man compelled to heed
Such orders by men on the blessed day of Eid

“There is no god but, God” he cried,
Each word the crowd below defied

Never before such a sight was seen
Except on the likes of the silver screen

When balances life, on the cliff of death
Any mortal tends to value his breath,

But “Where are the attributes of a man” he says
With no hint of death written over his face!
Though the laws of the land may defy this phase
On this none cares what a religion has to say!

Another neck clasped on the jaw of the noose…
In folds the floor and his body hangs lose,

“We heard the crack of his neck” they state,
For the fact un-earthed needs no debate,

A snap of such could only be shown
On a man who posses a strong back bone
A shining example for bones which sway,
To the tune of powers who make their day!

No one could know and no one could tell,
The changes for good that was blessed by his cell

Though debris of history lay behind this man,
And dead men’s blood once trickled down his hand
But a thought just crosses the back of my mind,
Is he but not only, one person of such kind?

On earth many a leader, had once haughtily prowled
With hands from which human, blood had once fouled!
Leather seats and status are by no means a cover,
For such inhuman crimes by governments in power

Oh, Woe! On the men who kindle the mud...
..With constant spillage of innocent blood,
..And woe on evil minds behind his fate,
For funding invasions sponsored by the state

Oh, people of reason hold your emotions at bay,
For our children of tomorrow let’s prepare today

Though his sun had set before the strike of dawn,
New rays of hope will for sure light up the morn!

WAR

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Don’t mind the words
Just see what they mean
For these were the words of a boy
Who once was just fourteen!

War begins at heart as Buddhism denotes
It could trigger in class, or even during sports
When your left cheek is slapped, turn over to your right
Is what Christianity preached to avoid every fight!

On this topic I am not sure what Hinduism speaks
Or the ruling of war in the philosophy of the Greeks
But one thing I am sure, a matter beyond doubt
No issue could be solved by means of a bout

Patience and humbleness, today a thing we lack
Looking for it is in the likes of a needle in a haystack
We trod earth in ignorance, with no means of light
A place where it’s not easy to the things that’s right!

Sadly this tune today the world is madly playing
With leaders who do not, the things that they’ve been saying
Peace could only be grown through removing weeds of hate,
To review our actions though, it’s still never too late

Finally it’s sad to say” our hearts have trapped the dove….
Who until now had been spreading the sweet message of love!!!