What Interesting Thing Happened?

Everything. More and more I'm begining to realize that every day that we thank Allah for is a special and exciting day.

Often, I worry that writing on the blog is a form of Kibr or showing off. Trying to become an "Egypt-ite" or to dare to assume that hefty title of "Talib-ul-ilm" is something that I didn't come here to do to and hope not to. To quote the words of Dawud Wharnsby:

I wrote a letter to my loved one, just the other day,
It's sad communication has evolved this way,
We read so many words but have so little to relate,
As Angels scribble down every letter that we say,
All the violent things we write,
The passionate insults we vent,
It's easy to be arrogant behind user passwords we invent.

But on the Day the Scrolls are laid,
With every single deed displayed,
That day I'll be so afraid to read...

However, at the same time, it's important to realize the gift that makes us human is the ability to write. According to the Television Serial starring Azhari Sheikh Muhammad Abdo, "The ability to write is what seperates us from animals." With that premise, let us proceed.

Bismillah.

Today Ameer jumped another Level to Level 8. Beats me what he's planning to do. In my classes, we are moving very slowly through Mustawwa 3. According to my teacher though, by the end I'm supposed to be able to read the newspaper. So I'll "put my back to the golden hay" and push on. I guess that's the important thing. To realize that every gift is from Allah, and he's the only one who can give them out. The only thing we can do on Earth is try our best to get them.

With that note in mind,

Wasalam,

Mustafa