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Hello there

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SalaamWell its been many moons, (and a few comets), since iv sat here and done this, I guess my laziness combined with a father who takes to gardening as a child to candyfloss didn't help at all. Whenever I wasn't lying on the floor scientifically examining the cracks in the ceiling, I was either mowing the lawn, re-mowing the lawn, mowing my neighbours lawn or tiling!!! Sadly over the holiday my

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Waking up on an Eid morning has its own little buzz. Unlike normal mornings, an Eid morning is one filled with love, happiness, and a mad rush to get into the bathroom before your dad. You wake up and 'know' its Eid morning. From the first breath of consciousness you can feel it. You can smell it in the air. You can taste it in your pillow. (as well as all that sweat and gob).Today may have been

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SalamIm tired. (well, duh). Im wheezing (ive got asthma). My feet hurt (ive been running). My lecture has started (i was late). Im hungry (I ate weetabix 4 breakfast. It might have done me better to eat the cardboard box). Im sitting (in da computer room). Im smiling (bcz I love u ppl). Im tired (bcz of all this typing)...and I need a break!!!!!!!!What a wonderful week. (lol theres this guy on my

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SalamA silent night sky prevails, sweeping across the land enveloping it in a cool ghostly chill. Foxes silently sweep across the running meadows, as midnight butterflies flutter around aimlessly. A stallion gallops across darkened fields, its main flowing rapidly like black flames in the thick of a fire as the brilliant moon light sparkles from its silky jet black coat. I lie in my bed, in a

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Salam. InshaAllah a quick serious post...There is nothing quite as refreshing as getting injured or ill. Within reason of course. On the weekend I broke [or sprained] my toe and today in uni I twisted my ankle [of the same foot]. Now I walk as if I accidentally swallowed a whole bottle constipation tablets before getting kicked in the stomach by a donkey. It is quite painful. But also quite

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SalamOn my first day at uni, I walk up to the platform and board my train, one boot, then the other. Spotting the only empty seat, I forge forward with intent but realize that Im not the only one. Standing equidistant to me from the seat is a tall businessman, about six feet tall, wearing a very formal black jacket and a white shirt. His straight, short black hair, an echo of midnight darkness.

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SalamSigh...im bored...so here are some random thoughts:-The past few days have been exasperatingly monotonous, incomprehensibly tedious, malignantly taxing, and subversively coercive. I seem to be getting a creeping feeling that the walls around me are slowly and hauntingly screaming at me to be painted. If I see another paint brush I think ill tie my next door neighbors cat to a post.-A few

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A Guest Post by (Zamans fellow class mate for 7 years (ed. Damn right!!!)(Zaman is the editor of this post- lol read this alone for his cracking comments)Brondesbury college for boys an Islamic school with conventional gcse system was the beginning of something big, literally. The first day in secondary school, one never knew what to expect, how is this school going to be different from other

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A great change in my life seems well underway. Over the past seven years I have had the privilege of going two places that have shaped and molded the person I have become; namely and firstly BCB [Brondesbury secondary school for 5 years] and then Woodhouse College [where I studied for my A levels for 2 years]. For the past four months I have been on a long summer holiday, and now, next week

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SalamAs the cold wind blows, whispering its way through the weeping willows, an ice cold shudder rockets down my spine. Billowing clouds, wrapped up in cotton candy, stare impedingly down at this earth, many fathoms high, knowingly about to burst forth and spill their entire contents upon the land. Thankfully today seems to be more promising than that, with predominating blue skies and a warm

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YoI am so tired today. And that made me Mr. Grumpy with a capital GRUMP. I mean whenever I take a nap in the middle of the day I wake up and I am stoned. I shouldnt be allowed to walk down stairs ... and I dont know how the hell I manage lol. Anyway, anyone who gets in my way when im Mr. Grumpy will know about it. If they are a bit slow and dont catch on, the hospital is usually where they wake

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Assalam AlaikumWell, Im back from my holiday in "NEWcastle" !(woo) [For those of u who dont know, its a large city in the north of England, is over 300 years old and not a castle - which goes to show that it must have been named by that talking monkey ... err ... oh yeah, George Bush]. It was a canny journey to the top of the northern hemisphere, where the air is thinner, 90% of the population

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Assalam AlaikumHere is a piece of free writing I did a few years ago that id like to share.Granny AttacksMorning:I woke up early on the last Sunday morning of my summer holidays. I lay down on my bed, batted my eyelids and stared up at my ceiling light. Enclosed in a soft white paper frame, which was already looking as grey as a winter sky, it was gently, almost therapeutically, wavering in the

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SalamI've just come back from across the road. A few minutes ago that familiar tune rung across the street, echoing down the multitude of driveways and barrelling into peoples houses, finely tuned to seek out and call all the little children [and me]. So magnetic is this tune, that seconds later there is a crescendo of pitter-pattering feet running down the road in ice cold anticipation. Its a

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Assalam AlaikumWhen Dream and Day UniteOn the weekend I was invited to a wedding, MashaAllah, and above all had the chance of sampling some lovely food. Not that its the main reason for me going, but it seems to always be one of the things we have come to expect at a wedding: good food. And this was no exception. Except i was only able to stomach about half a plate. I really dont know what came

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Here i sit in my repositioned computer chair sitting at my repositioned computer leading my slightly repositioned life. Everything that we need in the house has been moved into the sittingroom as the builders comtinue to work, creating new walls and removing old ones. It's like a home within a house. [LOL rite now one of the workers is screaming his head off in Chinese...soz its just so funny].

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Assalam AlaikumWell my extension at the back of the house is almost finished. Yesterday we said goodbye to one of the chineese workers called Geou Georu . He did all the brickwork and plastering and even though he culdnt speak english, we got on very well and had some good laughs [although i wont bet that we were laughing at the same thing or even knew what we were laughing at].Its kinda funny

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Salam

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Its a short update today, so....In the headlines today:I had BBQ chicken,spicy chicken wings, samosas, mince korma and lots of other nice food that tastes better that your home cooking any day.I'm Zaman Durani, over n out....

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"Allah is the light of the heavens and the earth; a likeness of His light is as a niche in which is a lamp, the lamp is in a glass, and the glass is as it were a brightly shining star, lit from a blessed olive-tree, neither eastern nor western, the oil whereof almost gives light although fire touch it not-- light upon light-- Allah guides to His light whom He pleases, and Allah sets forth

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As the release date of Terminator 3 draws nearer, an ever impending date on my calender glares at me, etching its magnitude of importance on the darkness of my very soul with a sharp stamp of cold steel. Will my illness pass in time for me to witness Arnie's collossal return to the silverscreen, or will i ever be destined to look back in regret......

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ok...Whays up every1Obvioulsy i cant spell and obvioulsy im so lazy i cant b bothered to change the spelling mistake. Nonetheless I must make a small effort to get this blog going.For the second time in two weeks im ill with flu. My dad wants me to get a job, but my illnesses have inadvertantly come to my rescue. So im unemployed and unhealthy. The chinese builders are getting better, as their

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SalamI'm Zaman Durani.lolWassalam

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