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I remember your smile - a beautiful nasheed

I love this song...it brings me some memories back.. 

It reminds me of all the people I've lost the last few years and all my memories I've had with them. 

It is just a beautiful song ..

and this brings me smile back because i know that my friends will go, 

the beloved ones will go...

but who ever stayed with me, who never has left me, 

is my FIRST LOVE OF MY LIFE ... 

MY ALLAH ..

Ash-shakoor (The Most Appreciative) الشكور

named Rose

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An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose
The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.
I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me
with a smile that lit up her entire being.
She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”
I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.
“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.
She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…”
“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.
“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.
After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the
next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”
as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was
introduced and stepped up to the podium.
As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell
you what I know.”
As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop
playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.
You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing
older and growing up.
If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.
If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.
Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.
Have no regrets.
The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those
with regrets.”
She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.”
She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.
At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died
peacefully in her sleep.
Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s
never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!
These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.
REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS
OPTIONAL.
We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

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Fisherman Soup.

  It was my first time to make it and it really was a hit. Enough talking and let’s get to the recipe…
Ingredients: (serves 4 persons)
-          ¼ kg squid (cleaned and cut into small pieces)
-          ¼ kg baby shrimp
-          4 crabs (cut each one into 2 halves)
-          Celery roots cut into small pieces.
-          1 medium diced onion
-          3 spoons of butter (or vegetable oil)
-          3 large spoons of flour
-          1 cup of milk
-          A pinch of saffron (optional)
-          Salt to taste.
-          ½ a cup cooking cream (optional)
Cookware:
-          2 medium sized pots
-          Wooden spoon
Steps:
1-    Fill one pot with about one liter of water and add the celery and onion to it. Bring it to boil then add the squid and crabs. Leave them about 10 minutes or until the squid becomes tender. Drain the squid and crabs and keep the stock.
2-    In another pot melt the butter then add the flour to it. Stir very well then add the milk. Keep stirring so that the flour won’t make crumbs. After that add the stock you preserved.
3-    Stir them for about a minute; add the saffron and the squid and crabs. At this point add the shrimp.
4-    Season the soup with salt (and lemon if you like).
5-    Leave the soup on low heat for 3 -4 minutes or until the shrimp is cooked. Then add the cream.  Stir for another 3 minutes then turn off the heat.

Kitchen notes:
-          If you find the soup has thickened try to add some water.
-          Some like to include fish fillets to the soup which is ok but try to add it with the shrimp.