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Name: Ayub
Birthday: 7/24/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: Jannah, Jannah, Jannah, trying to make money to power a machine to make a massive difference, Thinking, Laughing, Striving, Praying, Amateur Gymnastics, Shariah of the Muslim Situation.... Too many questions, not enough answers....
Expertise: Delivering what I have to accomplish... Working...
Thinking...
Contemplating...
Hand-Stands...
Business...
Acquiring Knowledge...
Occupation: Student
Industry: Medical
Message: message me
Member Since:
11/6/2003
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| Even the prick of a thorn,
expiates sins in place of the pain.
But what of my heart torn,
unable to scream, or exclaim.
Maybe these unspeakable things,
atrocities becoming known,
are meant to tear me apart,
so paradise can be shown.
There are things worse to me,
than excruciating pain,
but as hard to believe as it may be,
my heart is so fragile, its a shame.
I wonder if the mass rape,
of innocent women,
and the crushing of children,
in their own building.
Are all simply a means,
for my heart to bleed away sins.
When I contemplate the human condition,
I wonder how people smile.
When I analyze the sedition,
I realize the status quo isn't my style.
Driven by obligation to actions,
misunderstood by the masses.
I find myself a prisoner of conscious,
for believing in things beyond the horizon.
A sheepdog amongst sheep,
a robot who weeps.
Haunted by ideas that don't sleep,
laments the only promise I can keep.
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| When was the last time you felt threatened.
It is interesting.. because the source of that threat was most likely another person.
I always ask myself, when I feel threatened.. when was the last time the threat felt threatened?
How often do people stalk stalkers and mug muggers?
There is something incredibly interesting going on in the mind.. about the evolution of ideas and acceptability. If for every ten muggers there was a mugger mugger who actually hunted them.. mugging would become an unprofitably risky venture.
If stalkers felt stalked.. something would change within them.
It is only when the brutes are treated brutally will you see dramatic results of unconventional poetry.
It is too bad decent people haven't learned from their counterparts. The ski mask and weapon doesn't actually discriminate. It has no opinion to good or evil.
Try one on.
"And what have you become? They will tend to say. Replied to thus shall be, monsters have always spoken the language of demons, and the difference is now I have a translator."
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| Don't fall in love with a girl not written for you.
That is all.
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| She smiled.
I walked through the halls today,
the smell of sesame in the air.
I peeked into the lecture room,
slipped through the door,
slid into a chair.
Today its burns.
What will I see?
Chastisement of mankind,
the pain washes over me.
I begin to drift off,
and in the corner of my eye,
I see a woman in bandages,
staring at me on the sly.
I can't take my eyes of her,
And I am not really sure why,
and something makes me smile,
Maybe it was her eyes.
I suddenly snap out of it,
and wonder if it was wrong.
Embarrassed I turn away,
But somehow I could feel that
behind the bandages and scars,
I could see her smiling back at me.
perhaps that was the lesson for today.
Allah heal her.
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| You know what is interesting? People tend to misread me and accuse me of things a lot. Which I find quite interesting because I'm usually quite disinterested and the theories that circulate about my intentions are pretty involved.
Also, I noticed that when people accuse me of things that I perceive as an insult to my intelligence or code, I am usually pretty condescending in my responses. Which is bad. At the same time, I feel like only I can put people in their place sometimes. Which is also arrogant and bad. So, I guess I am just a bad guy.
In light of all this, I share with you what happens to me sometimes.
This is an actual response to an actual accusation and browbeating. Reader be warned, you might hate me after reading this. Live and learn.
Blah.
I would normally tell you to just stay mad, because I don't feel like explaining myself.
You know what? I will humor you.
You pass me camera, after George tells you not to.
Ayub doesn't actually want to see camera at this point.
Ayub grabs camera, in the process one of the buttons that turns it back to "photo taking mode" is pressed.
Camera is in photo taking mode.
Ayub assumes that I just need to press the toggle button to get to the display mode.
I press the [ |> ] button.
Camera switches to display mode, and to my horror there is some weird picture there.
Ayub presses the directional key to switch it.
Another crappy photo.
Ayub presses directional key again.
Now a benign photo, but probably not the one you wanted me to see.
I give camera back thoroughly annoyed and assumed that I have yet to hear the end of it.
Yup.
So, there you have it! I consider this explanation a big favor from a good friend, take it as you will. I warn you though, depending on how you react to this explanation will tell me what to do next.
I feel vindicated.
Take Care.
Don't accuse me, I have no fear of the judgment of men.
Anything I say I hold express and full right to show whomever I please. I state this ahead of time.
Yeah. Even when I read me, I realize I can be a complete jerk.. but sometimes, I have no reason not to be, at least from my point of view.
Thank you Xanga.
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