<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:08:18.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The more we live the more we learn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-869197514686520695</id><published>2010-10-17T23:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T23:37:16.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME &amp; MY Father (The Fact)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/TLsXLUhd3qI/AAAAAAAAAfk/HwvMUnjbcto/s1600/DSCN2337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/TLsXLUhd3qI/AAAAAAAAAfk/HwvMUnjbcto/s320/DSCN2337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529038450782494370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ME &amp;amp; MY Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; .......&lt;br /&gt;When I was 4 Yrs Old : My father is THE BEST&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;When I was 6 Yrs Old : My father seems to know everyone&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;When I was 10 Yrs Old : My father is excellent but he is short tempered&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;When I was 12 Yrs Old : My father was nice when I was little&lt;br /&gt; ..........&lt;br /&gt;When I was 14 Yrs Old : My father started being too sensitive&lt;br /&gt; ..........&lt;br /&gt;When I was 16 Yrs Old : My father can't keep up with modern time&lt;br /&gt; ...........&lt;br /&gt;When I was 18 Yrs Old : My father is getting less tolerant as the days pass by&lt;br /&gt; ...........&lt;br /&gt;When I was 20 Yrs Old : It is too hard to forgive my father, how could my Mum stand him all these years&lt;br /&gt; ............&lt;br /&gt;When I was 25 Yrs Old : My father seems to be objecting to everything I do&lt;br /&gt;  ............ ..&lt;br /&gt;When I was 30 Yrs Old: It's very difficult to be in agreement with my father, I wonder if my Grandfather was troubled by my father when he was a youth&lt;br /&gt; ............ ....&lt;br /&gt;When I was 40 Yrs Old: My father brought me up with a lot of discipline, I must do the same&lt;br /&gt; ............ .....&lt;br /&gt;When I was 45 Yrs Old: I am puzzled, how did my father manage to raise all of us&lt;br /&gt; ............ ...&lt;br /&gt;When I was 50 Yrs Old : It's rather difficult to control my kids, how much did my father suffer for the sake of upbringing and protecting us&lt;br /&gt; ............ .&lt;br /&gt;When I was 55 Yrs Old: My father was far looking and had wide plans for us, he was gentle and outstanding. .&lt;br /&gt; ............ .&lt;br /&gt;When I became 60 Yrs Old: My father is THE BEST&lt;br /&gt;   ...........&lt;br /&gt;Note: it took 56 Yrs to complete the cycle and return to the starting point 'My father is THE BEST '&lt;br /&gt; ............ . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Georgia;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-869197514686520695?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/869197514686520695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=869197514686520695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/869197514686520695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/869197514686520695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2010/10/me-my-father-fact.html' title='ME &amp; MY Father (The Fact)'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/TLsXLUhd3qI/AAAAAAAAAfk/HwvMUnjbcto/s72-c/DSCN2337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-2064249560035968184</id><published>2010-07-05T02:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T02:50:03.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/TDDUfQJOwWI/AAAAAAAAAfU/dOS4XCEya7I/s1600/IMG_1377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/TDDUfQJOwWI/AAAAAAAAAfU/dOS4XCEya7I/s320/IMG_1377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490121579139350882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any one ask me what is happy life? I would like to give the answer please follow the life style of Prophet Muhammad (SAAS). I never push my wife or force her. I always try to approach her the way our Prophet convinced his wife. We human can change the world only if we follow the way of Islam. Islam always says to respect females. They are our mother hood (Not Robin Hood).  So the respect comes from each other. Love don't comes from the sky. We human needs to build the bonding of love. Love needs respect. Our prophets got many wives and all of his wives respect him a lot, because he treat them best way. So as a muslim Ummah of Prophet Muhammad (SAAS) we all need to follow his way. If we manage to follow his way to run our life, then our life will be heaven in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/TDDT_Om9aBI/AAAAAAAAAfM/oJ2bosQi8iE/s1600/IMG_1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/TDDRe0KCJwI/AAAAAAAAAfE/0gCbra4Gvfs/s1600/IMG_1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/TDDRe0KCJwI/AAAAAAAAAfE/0gCbra4Gvfs/s320/IMG_1433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490118273091643138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my daughter. Allah create her. She has no religion now. Even she don't know how to talk properly. She only know how to play with parents. Alhumdulliah she born with Fitrah. Actually she know who is her GOD. Only thing that she can't tell us now. Even she meet the Allah before she came to this world. The reason she can't talk now, if  she can talk she will tell us every thing about ALLAH. Thats why Allah don't give children the power to talk. After they forget everything only then they will start talking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-2064249560035968184?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/2064249560035968184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=2064249560035968184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/2064249560035968184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/2064249560035968184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2010/07/family-life.html' title='Family Life'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/TDDUfQJOwWI/AAAAAAAAAfU/dOS4XCEya7I/s72-c/IMG_1377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-1785058212850185663</id><published>2009-10-06T14:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:50:50.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Part of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/SsrouoofjKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/vrheOJZs0AE/s1600-h/IMG_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/SsrouoofjKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/vrheOJZs0AE/s400/IMG_0227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389375791981104290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah gave us life. Just few days ago I become Father. My life gets change. Now I got two Amanah from Allah. One is my wife &amp;amp; another is my daughter. Now my responsibilities get more weight. I have to guide my wife proper way to lead Islamic life leading and same time I must have to teach all the life style &amp;amp; basic of Islam to my only daughter. When I think about it I feel like these are great challenge for me to make it successful properly in this life. If I can’t do it, then I fail to take care the Amanah of Allah. Every moment I think about how to take care the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-1785058212850185663?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/1785058212850185663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=1785058212850185663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/1785058212850185663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/1785058212850185663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-part-of-life.html' title='New Part of Life'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/SsrouoofjKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/vrheOJZs0AE/s72-c/IMG_0227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-1219637627547464567</id><published>2009-07-09T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:13:31.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How people misinterpret the verse of ALLAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cGMa8XZRLQ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cGMa8XZRLQ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Allah sends us the Tawra, Injil, Bible &amp;amp; Quran. We muslim believe Quran is the last revelation of ALLAH. Other three books get corrupted by the human kinds like this video. That’s why we Muslim believe in the Quran only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-1219637627547464567?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/1219637627547464567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=1219637627547464567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/1219637627547464567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/1219637627547464567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-people-misinterpret-verse-of-allah.html' title='How people misinterpret the verse of ALLAH'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-8630895834050703590</id><published>2009-05-04T11:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:59:28.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy or Prophecy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-8602078606343796544&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=true" style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We human know only how to spoil other human. Is it a conspiracy or prophecy? Who is behind it? Why they are doing it like this? What is the purpose of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-8630895834050703590?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/8630895834050703590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=8630895834050703590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/8630895834050703590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/8630895834050703590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2009/05/prophecy-from-bible.html' title='Conspiracy or Prophecy?'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-3884552907358099719</id><published>2009-01-01T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:59:08.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School &amp; College Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OHAUaRSCGFw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OHAUaRSCGFw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; are where? Where is School &amp;amp; College? I some times just recall my memories. How we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disturb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the teachers. Some times me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sizar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, Rabi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ayat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ullah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Salman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mahmudul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, (late) Jahangir make noise from the back of the class &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;disturb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kibria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sir. Some times I ask him some critical question which he can't give answer because he taught us Math but unfortunately he took the Agriculture subject. Every class I ask him what is the meaning of "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Shawla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Some times we through pen ink to the back side of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kibria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Asir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Uddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sir's. Life was so funny. Our one Stupid &amp;amp; Crazy shit teacher is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Senopse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sir (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Sentu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Chacha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;) push us to go for private &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tuition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to his house. He didn't t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; us nothing. We always go only for get the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; question &amp;amp; need to pass the exam. Now as a person I can feel what kind of shit bloody teacher he is! Another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is Rabi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Sanial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. He is a teacher with no comments. But I proudly can say I took my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; from him. The best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I got from my School are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Roushon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ara Madam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Eisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Madam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Lilubilkis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Madam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Zoher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Zahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Madam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Alpona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Choudhuri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Madam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Razia&lt;/span&gt; Madam, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Ashraf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ali Sir, Khan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Babu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Halim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Ajim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Uddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Kibria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sir. Today what I am I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; because of them. They taught me the facts &amp;amp; real meaning of education. Some teacher I want to through Spit on them like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Senose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sir (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Sentu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Chacha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;), Rabi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Sanial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, Shah Jamal (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Maal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;) they are not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. They are the curse of the society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-3884552907358099719?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/3884552907358099719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=3884552907358099719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/3884552907358099719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/3884552907358099719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-college-life.html' title='School &amp; College Life'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-1371315364443917488</id><published>2008-11-22T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:58:47.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ (Jackson) become Muslim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is not new news. But this is a Fact. Those are very open mind &amp;amp; use their brian to think about ALLAH (GOD). Why &amp;amp; how we are here in this planet? Then most of them follow ISLAM becasue of the Proof, Facts &amp;amp; Beauty of Islam. Michael Jackson converted to Islam took name "Mikael"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-q_RoK_wrDw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-q_RoK_wrDw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-1371315364443917488?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/1371315364443917488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=1371315364443917488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/1371315364443917488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/1371315364443917488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2008/11/mj-jackson-become-muslim.html' title='MJ (Jackson) become Muslim'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-8656659958150857802</id><published>2008-11-20T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:13:11.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is called real enjoy of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ccDHMWn6aXc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ccDHMWn6aXc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-8656659958150857802?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/8656659958150857802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=8656659958150857802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/8656659958150857802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/8656659958150857802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-called-real-enjoy-of-life.html' title='This is called real enjoy of life'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-6475745725935631594</id><published>2008-08-17T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:48:22.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me &amp; my Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/SKgr0jkmK6I/AAAAAAAAATU/I7X-mWrExIk/s1600-h/DSCN1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235482748720130978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/SKgr0jkmK6I/AAAAAAAAATU/I7X-mWrExIk/s320/DSCN1710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After a long time I am updating my blog. Last time I was a bachelor but now I am not. Now days it is very hard to manage time to update blog. Recently I went for a vacation for three days with my wife. I discover many interesting things on my journey. Most interesting thing I found on the journey is mobile. Some people don't know how to use the mobile. I were walking beside the beach with my wife suddenly one person came &amp;amp; want to shoot video with us, I felt little bit crazy because my wife was with me. After finish shooting with us he shoot video randomly with others. Then he told me the mobile he used belongs to his daughter. He bought the new mobile &amp;amp; want to see the video in the TV from the mobile. It is really a different kind of feeling for him. Because the device is totally new &amp;amp; expensive for him. It is not a mobile for him it is one kind of love for his family &amp;amp; for the new mobile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discover the wonders of the ALLAH (ONE GOD). Every day at the dusk I sit with my wife &amp;amp; feel the sunset. It is really a wonderful view which makes our mind totally relax &amp;amp; comfort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip was for only two days three night. Second day I went to the sea with my wife for swim &amp;amp; fun in the sea. I asked my wife to do Hizab properly before going out from the hotel room. So we went to the sea for swim &amp;amp; bathe. We play in the sea around two hours then suddenly one couple called me. At the beginning I reject to see them. Then they came near to me then called me again. They are also new married couple like me. They want to swim with us because people around them are disturbing them. So I accept them to swim near to us. Later on me &amp;amp; my wife found that they are very modern. They are not caring for the cloths. Most of the dresses were transparent. So as a human we like to see the bad things. When me &amp;amp; my wife saw all the Zahali things, then we start moving from their groups. Then I realize why ALLAH advice us to do Hizab. Only reason to protect our self from bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most horrible thing was the journey Coxasbazar to Dhaka. It tooks around 12 hours by bus. In the bus we found one guy bought a new mobile with MP3 player. So he turned it on very loudly all the way back to Dhaka. I felt like a mad person because of the loud crazy music. Me &amp;amp; my wife keepet silent because that guy newly bought the mobile &amp;amp; enjoying the music in the bus. Hahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;Life is very funny &amp;amp; joyful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-6475745725935631594?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/6475745725935631594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=6475745725935631594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/6475745725935631594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/6475745725935631594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-my-wife.html' title='Me &amp; my Wife'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/SKgr0jkmK6I/AAAAAAAAATU/I7X-mWrExIk/s72-c/DSCN1710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-5386241913994967036</id><published>2008-03-28T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:06:48.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM A MARRIED PERSON NOW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R-y5_AaQrII/AAAAAAAAATM/EMXzg2UEEL0/s1600-h/flower-Holland-Netherlands-RF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182721763289640066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R-y5_AaQrII/AAAAAAAAATM/EMXzg2UEEL0/s320/flower-Holland-Netherlands-RF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last time I always think that getting married means get extra trouble in the neck. Getting marriage means put a Dog chain in the neck. Hahahaha. Now I believe, I was totally 100% wrong. Last time in my life I had no vision. I never think to be something. No expectation. I always thought that females mean like this &amp;amp; that all negative.Now, I think to see the heaven &amp;amp; visit the happiness, we all must need to get married. To share all the problems, happiness, feelings now I got some one. Believe me I love my wife very much. Every moment even in nanosecond I think only for her. She is like a sparking star to me. Now I am so happy that Allah provides me my wife which I always dream in my dreams. Many Many Sukur to ALLAH. By the Bless of Allah we both are very very happy. I love my wife very much. This word is very common. Every one loves his wife Hahhahahhha. But I am trying to love her with respect. Now I can think like a Man. I am no more a Bachelor. I also finish my Bachelor degree. All Bachelor things are gone from my life. Now every step I take I think 100 times. Last time I was alone. Now some one is waiting for me. I am not alone any more. Some one now care for me. Now with out her I am not perfect, a incomplete Man. Many people in the office keep telling me that I look very charming now days. Yes I am very very Sukur to Allah that I got my dream woman for me. Allah provide me the right person. Please Pray for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-5386241913994967036?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/5386241913994967036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=5386241913994967036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/5386241913994967036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/5386241913994967036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-married-person-now.html' title='I AM A MARRIED PERSON NOW.'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R-y5_AaQrII/AAAAAAAAATM/EMXzg2UEEL0/s72-c/flower-Holland-Netherlands-RF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-7613102426829544741</id><published>2008-02-08T02:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:06:49.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t See Religion by the Eyes of the culture but actually we human have to see the Culture by the Eyes of the Religion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R6tNBECfMnI/AAAAAAAAATE/f8R9kXqUZes/s1600-h/arab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R6tNBECfMnI/AAAAAAAAATE/f8R9kXqUZes/s320/arab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164306078369788530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some times I feels very proud to be a Muslim as a Followers of Allah &amp;amp; Prophet Muhammad. But some times because of the society(Humans) I feels shy as a Muslim. Now days People “See Religion by the Eyes of the culture, but actually we human have to see the Culture by the Eyes of the Religion”. Only Arabs are not Muslim. Any one who follows Islam is called Muslim. We give wrong message to our friends because we don’t have knowledge of the Islam. Some people said “If we can kill one Christian then after death 7 Angeles will wait for us”. This message is 100% wrong. But from the message what I can feel that 7 Angles are from HELL will wait for us after death, because we looks down at them &amp;amp; think to kill human. Because it is stated in the Quran &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Verily, you will find the strongest among men in enmity to the believers (Muslims) the Jews and those who are Al-Mushrikûn (see V.2:105), and you will find the nearest in love to the believers (Muslims) those who say: "We are Christians." That is because amongst them are priests and monks, and they are not proud. And when they (who call themselves Christians) listen to what has been sent down to the Messenger (Muhammad SAW), you see their eyes overflowing with tears because of the truth they have recognised. They say: "Our Lord! We believe; so write us down among the witnesses.” 5 :82,83 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When Muslim gives opinion about Islam without reading the Quran, I feels very shy &amp;amp; Isolated. Islam is for All Human Kind. Islam is not only for the Muslims. It is for all man kinds. Quran always talk about Human kind. It never gives guide for one tribe like Bani Israil, Feroun or any specific tribe. Quran is for Ever till the Final Judgment Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Those who believe (in the Oneness of Allâh - Islâmic Monotheism), and whose hearts find rest in the remembrance of Allâh, Verily, in the remembrance of Allâh do hearts find rest.” 13:28&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-7613102426829544741?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/7613102426829544741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=7613102426829544741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/7613102426829544741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/7613102426829544741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-see-religion-by-eyes-of-culture.html' title='Don’t See Religion by the Eyes of the culture but actually we human have to see the Culture by the Eyes of the Religion'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R6tNBECfMnI/AAAAAAAAATE/f8R9kXqUZes/s72-c/arab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-6588950620432239157</id><published>2008-02-06T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T03:04:11.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some times we human can’t control our emotions. After a long time I saw some one is crying in front of me. When I saw the person crying I feels like my younger sister is crying in front of me. She cries like my sister. After that my day become totally slow. All the time her face came to my mind “A sister is crying” I don’t know why I can’t digest when people cry in front of me. All my emotions come out. All my bad memories pop out. Still now I am typing my blog but I am mentally upset. That cries remind me my young sister Eppi. We human are full of emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-6588950620432239157?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/6588950620432239157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=6588950620432239157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/6588950620432239157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/6588950620432239157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2008/02/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-4820290681562829970</id><published>2008-02-03T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:06:49.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halal Pork So Tasty. Lets try ..................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R6Sqe0CfMmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/0VwrO4Tp5Nw/s1600-h/halalpork%5B1%5D%5B1%5D%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R6Sqe0CfMmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/0VwrO4Tp5Nw/s320/halalpork%5B1%5D%5B1%5D%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162438519215305314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now days the Halal things become Harm &amp;amp; Haram things become Halal by the society. Telling truth &amp;amp; doing good become totally Haram now days. Haram is eating Pork, drinking alcohol &amp;amp; Adultery. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now we got new Halal Pork in the market. Lets go &amp;amp; taste the dirty Hell. I like the word Pasar &amp;amp; The hot sexy pig in the picture. Product from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; &amp;amp; Supported by &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Halal Committee ( Pure Stupid Human). Haram can’t be Halal. They have no knowledge about it. It is stated in the Quran clearly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“He has forbidden you only the Maytatah (dead animals), and blood, and the flesh of swine, and that which is slaughtered as a scrifice for others than Allâh (or has been slaughtered for idols, etc., on which Allâh's Name has not been mentioned while slaughtering). But if one is forced by necessity without wilful disobedience nor transgressing due limits, then there is no sin on him. Truly, Allâh is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Surah: 2   Aya: 173&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-4820290681562829970?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/4820290681562829970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=4820290681562829970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/4820290681562829970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/4820290681562829970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2008/02/halal-pork-so-tasty-lets-try.html' title='Halal Pork So Tasty. Lets try ..................'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R6Sqe0CfMmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/0VwrO4Tp5Nw/s72-c/halalpork%5B1%5D%5B1%5D%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-8309040367332007134</id><published>2008-02-02T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T02:30:27.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Discussion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I was talking with some of my country brothers. All guys so we start talking stupid but very interesting. As a South Asian if we marry with the Japanese, then the children will come from the mothers’ womb with an electronic Robot. If Chinese then baby will come up with Husu &amp;amp; Sord from mothers womb. If Malaysian then baby will come up with Broken Proton Wira car, if Korean then the baby will come on hand eating dog BBQ, if Indonesian then baby will come with illegal passport, if Australian then baby will come with on hand drinking Foster Beer, If India then come as a dirty politician, if Pakistan then come with a Bomb from mothers womb, if Afgan then come up with AK47 &amp;amp; start shooting the family, If Arab then come with a box of money &amp;amp; at last we ask each other if our wife is from our country ( Bangladeshi ) then? All make fun &amp;amp; said “ Baby will come with illegal passport &amp;amp; act like Sharuk Khan” We all laugh like hell……………….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-8309040367332007134?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/8309040367332007134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=8309040367332007134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/8309040367332007134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/8309040367332007134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2008/02/stupid-discussion.html' title='Stupid Discussion'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-4186987496476380124</id><published>2008-01-27T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:06:49.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5yUCkCfMlI/AAAAAAAAAS0/t8LMrJIZT08/s1600-h/16th_DECEMBER07+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5yUCkCfMlI/AAAAAAAAAS0/t8LMrJIZT08/s320/16th_DECEMBER07+106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160162044814504530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today the status I got only because of my parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do we really focus what they want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do we respect them the way we should? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The way they provide all to us do we realize those?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some times just think how selfish I am. Just think about my self. How to get name &amp;amp; status in the society. But we forgot what our parent’s advice us to follow. Always give advice we just make the ear open from one side &amp;amp; leave the advice from another ear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some times I just think do we really respect our parents? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The way they trust us &amp;amp; provide all the belongings till now do we preserve it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now days jut thinking &amp;amp; thinkng….. I think I need to cry &amp;amp; ask forgiveness from ALLAH (GOD). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The way my Mother love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The way my Father love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The way my sister love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The way I love them is it same? I am selfish. I always go for my better, never think for their better.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-4186987496476380124?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/4186987496476380124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=4186987496476380124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/4186987496476380124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/4186987496476380124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2008/01/parents.html' title='Parents'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5yUCkCfMlI/AAAAAAAAAS0/t8LMrJIZT08/s72-c/16th_DECEMBER07+106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-3431888319565168914</id><published>2008-01-26T03:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:06:52.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Crazy Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5pFckCfMkI/AAAAAAAAASs/B4dhvK0z4p0/s1600-h/Picture+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5pFckCfMkI/AAAAAAAAASs/B4dhvK0z4p0/s320/Picture+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159512680119087682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are my brothers. One comes from South East Asia &amp;amp; another from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Ice&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Land&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5pEukCfMfI/AAAAAAAAASE/RZpRWqxYDRM/s1600-h/Picture+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5pEukCfMfI/AAAAAAAAASE/RZpRWqxYDRM/s320/Picture+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159511889845105138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my brother Reza. I ask him who are you? He replied “I am the man of the fortune. I don’t know my future but I am trying to build my future. But Allah is with me. Don’t mess with me”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5pEvECfMgI/AAAAAAAAASM/rNMEfxGtStY/s1600-h/Picture+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5pEvECfMgI/AAAAAAAAASM/rNMEfxGtStY/s320/Picture+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159511898435039746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my brother Sun Java. I ask him who are you? He replied “I am the man of the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iceland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I don’t know my future but I am trying to build. But Allah is with me. I am trying to sleep less now days, feels very cold”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5pEw0CfMhI/AAAAAAAAASU/7qQomP6zRS8/s1600-h/Picture+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5pEw0CfMhI/AAAAAAAAASU/7qQomP6zRS8/s320/Picture+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159511928499810834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I stand in the Bus stand &amp;amp; took the interview of my brothers. Life becomes very short now. No time to enjoy for my self. Always busy with this &amp;amp; that. Some times I just think when I will enjoy for my self?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5pEx0CfMiI/AAAAAAAAASc/v809_MxsSN8/s1600-h/Picture+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5pEx0CfMiI/AAAAAAAAASc/v809_MxsSN8/s320/Picture+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159511945679680034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God give us brain to think &amp;amp; choose the right thing. The way the engineer design the buildings, they choose the right decision that’s why they manage to build the building. Same with our life. We try to get the right path &amp;amp; follow the right track of Islam only then we can build our life like the buildings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5pEyECfMjI/AAAAAAAAASk/FRxgD9Dl8Hk/s1600-h/Picture+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5pEyECfMjI/AAAAAAAAASk/FRxgD9Dl8Hk/s320/Picture+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159511949974647346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My back is my future. Hehehhe. I mean the Books. Some times I hate but most of the time I like to read the book. It is my source of knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5pCN0CfMaI/AAAAAAAAARc/s3OWkVXI6uY/s1600-h/Picture+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5pCN0CfMaI/AAAAAAAAARc/s3OWkVXI6uY/s320/Picture+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159509128181133730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5pCOkCfMbI/AAAAAAAAARk/uZbxwNhbuV8/s1600-h/Picture+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5pCOkCfMbI/AAAAAAAAARk/uZbxwNhbuV8/s320/Picture+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159509141066035634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like the culture &amp;amp; tradition of the Chinese, Because I am not a racist. I want to build my house like this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5pCPUCfMcI/AAAAAAAAARs/3zDWjTidS2U/s1600-h/Picture+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5pCPUCfMcI/AAAAAAAAARs/3zDWjTidS2U/s320/Picture+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159509153950937538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5pCP0CfMdI/AAAAAAAAAR0/l7m8xS0DP9U/s1600-h/Picture+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5pCP0CfMdI/AAAAAAAAAR0/l7m8xS0DP9U/s320/Picture+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159509162540872146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can feel the Chinese New Year.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5pCQUCfMeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/UDIZ30-mP4A/s1600-h/Picture+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5pCQUCfMeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/UDIZ30-mP4A/s320/Picture+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159509171130806754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; my brother getting the wind which we can’t get from the room. We feels like one word “freedom”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5o_2UCfMVI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/C44SAHjTtmc/s1600-h/Picture+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5o_2UCfMVI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/C44SAHjTtmc/s320/Picture+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159506525430952274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5o_3UCfMXI/AAAAAAAAARE/Eg8cSCuhix4/s1600-h/Picture+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5o_3UCfMXI/AAAAAAAAARE/Eg8cSCuhix4/s320/Picture+044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159506542610821490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the symbol of brother hood. If I can go to Heaven I will ask Allah to give Reza as my brother. Because I don’t have any blood brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5o_20CfMWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7QZbGjplxig/s1600-h/Picture+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5o_20CfMWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7QZbGjplxig/s320/Picture+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159506534020886882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5o_3kCfMYI/AAAAAAAAARM/tYdNOHYJuZM/s1600-h/Picture+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5o_3kCfMYI/AAAAAAAAARM/tYdNOHYJuZM/s320/Picture+047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159506546905788802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some times just think "I am dark or the night is darker" Who is darker more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5o_4ECfMZI/AAAAAAAAARU/yJI-lG-eP_U/s1600-h/Picture+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5o_4ECfMZI/AAAAAAAAARU/yJI-lG-eP_U/s320/Picture+051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159506555495723410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The graveyard &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;will be more dark than this pic. Some times I think what I will do alone in the dark close graveyard? So scary for me when I think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-3431888319565168914?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/3431888319565168914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=3431888319565168914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/3431888319565168914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/3431888319565168914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-crazy-time.html' title='Some Crazy Time'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5pFckCfMkI/AAAAAAAAASs/B4dhvK0z4p0/s72-c/Picture+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-3571353543445868674</id><published>2008-01-25T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T01:23:57.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ae56736a6b0eb6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8541e8c1bcefdd78%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331434156%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D163BDB14D2FFF18E2AFABC65C02898F49AB28BAE.BDC68BDB1E5CC88B0F1C497D921187699E6EE33%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8541e8c1bcefdd78%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ds-e9Lz7U9oTtNa3--lkViAaiUQk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am a human made of flesh &amp;amp; blood like you but the problem is the human nature. The problem with racism start from Devil (Eblis). Devil don’t want to respect Human (us). So he starts the Racism. Some times we human start follow Devil. We some times do racism by color, face, county, state, dress. Some times our friends influence us to follow &amp;amp; think their way. Now days I become so strict about Racism. I stop mixing with some of my friends who got race problem. Racism is totally Haram in Islam. As a Muslim we believe in only one race called Human. We got another race called Beast. But my race is Human. I am black but I got blood &amp;amp; flesh like you. I eat &amp;amp; go to toilet like you only difference is name &amp;amp; way of thinking. Be careful from your friends who are racist. If you follow racism you will become Eblis (DEVIL). The spoiler of human kind. So I want to protect my race. So I am not racist. Who you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-3571353543445868674?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8541e8c1bcefdd78&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ae56736a6b0eb6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/3571353543445868674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=3571353543445868674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/3571353543445868674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/3571353543445868674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2008/01/racism.html' title='Racism'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-7710779802625540802</id><published>2008-01-25T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:06:52.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who create this nature?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5i-xUCfMRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/TokFf7JHQ6k/s1600-h/16th_DECEMBER07+112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5i-xUCfMRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/TokFf7JHQ6k/s320/16th_DECEMBER07+112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159083127554912530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5i-x0CfMSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Pv8nUPV0shI/s1600-h/16th_DECEMBER07+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5i-x0CfMSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Pv8nUPV0shI/s320/16th_DECEMBER07+113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159083136144847138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5i-yECfMTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/KosipuASoxE/s1600-h/16th_DECEMBER07+114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5i-yECfMTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/KosipuASoxE/s320/16th_DECEMBER07+114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159083140439814450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5i-yUCfMUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0R-jgjyqY9s/s1600-h/1210_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5i-yUCfMUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0R-jgjyqY9s/s320/1210_0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159083144734781762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some times my friends ask me this universe run by its natural way. So no GOD (ALLAH) in this universe. So for me I want to ask them a simple question? If the nature is run by the natural system, then why one town is cold &amp;amp; another town is hot climate in same country? If the nature is run by the natural way then all the countries &amp;amp; climates must be same. Why difference place to place. This is the creation of GOD. Who show us his mighty power that HE is the one only one who create all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-7710779802625540802?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/7710779802625540802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=7710779802625540802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/7710779802625540802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/7710779802625540802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-create-this-nature.html' title='Who create this nature?'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5i-xUCfMRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/TokFf7JHQ6k/s72-c/16th_DECEMBER07+112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-1690996792924902514</id><published>2008-01-25T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:06:52.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Pumper &amp; Jumper?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5i9GkCfMQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/2L0wPJsTqUo/s1600-h/pic+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5i9GkCfMQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/2L0wPJsTqUo/s320/pic+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159081293603877122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where is the J/P per?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-1690996792924902514?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/1690996792924902514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=1690996792924902514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/1690996792924902514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/1690996792924902514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-is-pumper-jumper.html' title='Who is Pumper &amp; Jumper?'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5i9GkCfMQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/2L0wPJsTqUo/s72-c/pic+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-3175491854596997171</id><published>2008-01-25T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:33:24.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Tuff &amp; Puff?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Some one insult me very much about this part of the picture. So I delete it. Life is like this. No one is close to any one only people know how to deal their own job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-3175491854596997171?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/3175491854596997171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=3175491854596997171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/3175491854596997171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/3175491854596997171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-is-tuff-puff.html' title='Who is Tuff &amp; Puff?'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-7191715152557151055</id><published>2008-01-25T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:06:53.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Promise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5i7PkCfMKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/B33w7SWq7jc/s1600-h/16th_DECEMBER07+110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5i7PkCfMKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/B33w7SWq7jc/s320/16th_DECEMBER07+110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159079249199444130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5i7QkCfMLI/AAAAAAAAAPk/E7NNiBUTv6E/s1600-h/16th_DECEMBER07+116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5i7QkCfMLI/AAAAAAAAAPk/E7NNiBUTv6E/s320/16th_DECEMBER07+116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159079266379313330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5i7Q0CfMMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Oe4bMt9AnOE/s1600-h/16th_DECEMBER07+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5i7Q0CfMMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Oe4bMt9AnOE/s320/16th_DECEMBER07+117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159079270674280642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5i7RUCfMNI/AAAAAAAAAP0/mw7SuwQBklc/s1600-h/pic+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5i7RUCfMNI/AAAAAAAAAP0/mw7SuwQBklc/s320/pic+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159079279264215250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5i7R0CfMOI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Nhh6RNZYLFM/s1600-h/pic+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5i7R0CfMOI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Nhh6RNZYLFM/s320/pic+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159079287854149858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I give my word to my father that I will not cut my hair. I will make my hair long. Now I looks like a crazy person. My hairs are long but not are proper fashion. But I can’t cut my hair. I have to make my father happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-7191715152557151055?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/7191715152557151055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=7191715152557151055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/7191715152557151055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/7191715152557151055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2008/01/keep-promise.html' title='Keep Promise.'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R5i7PkCfMKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/B33w7SWq7jc/s72-c/16th_DECEMBER07+110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-7702236434812925858</id><published>2008-01-10T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T14:42:27.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Looks Hot &amp; Attractive now days?</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a808933d05cbafb5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da808933d05cbafb5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331434156%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5AFA55A289FFBE55CC8416047B360873578396E6.7F58442C3D4EC53BA6ACBB5ED1A439F9E6612952%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da808933d05cbafb5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DukbWThDtabE7YRi4uR9wJgi4UgE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da808933d05cbafb5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331434156%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5AFA55A289FFBE55CC8416047B360873578396E6.7F58442C3D4EC53BA6ACBB5ED1A439F9E6612952%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da808933d05cbafb5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DukbWThDtabE7YRi4uR9wJgi4UgE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For me when I see any one who looks very clean &amp;amp; proper dress female I called Hot &amp;amp; attractive. Does they looks Ugly or not fashionable? They look more hot &amp;amp; fashionable than last time. They look very cool &amp;amp; sporty now. Reason proper dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;WHY Cover body &amp;amp; mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-437ec80103ba19ad" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D437ec80103ba19ad%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331434156%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DC5A6A471355BAE1EF389E5501768F88DACC3BF0.6496F2FCA2B0BB4497404D9E43191AB95CF405DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D437ec80103ba19ad%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrrFmcIzwjAtesz23SjDG8dAG7HE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D437ec80103ba19ad%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331434156%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DC5A6A471355BAE1EF389E5501768F88DACC3BF0.6496F2FCA2B0BB4497404D9E43191AB95CF405DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D437ec80103ba19ad%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrrFmcIzwjAtesz23SjDG8dAG7HE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let us scrutinize the required important matters for both sexes in order to specify the difference in responsibility between them concerning this framework of Islamic &lt;i&gt;hijab&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Both man and woman are responsible according to the following verse of the Holy Qur'an:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Say to the believing men that they cast dawn their looks and guard their private parts; that is purer for them; surely Allah is Aware of what they do. And say to the believing women that they cast down their looks and guard their private parts and not display their ornaments except what appears there of, and let them wear their head-coverings over their bosoms, and not display their or name except to their husbands..." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holy Qur'an (24:30-31) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The great jurisprudents (&lt;i&gt;fuqaha&lt;/i&gt;) have cited explanations for these edicts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A. A woman must cover her body and hair from the sight of non-&lt;i&gt;mahram&lt;/i&gt; man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B. It is unlawful for a man to look at the body and hair of a non-&lt;i&gt;mahram&lt;/i&gt; woman with the exception of her face and hands. It is also unlawful for a man to look her hair and this verdict is applied on a woman concerning looking at men other than her father, son, uncle, grandfather , brother and those related to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C. It is forbidden for a man to look at the details of the face of a non-&lt;i&gt;mahram&lt;/i&gt; women, or her hands with sexual desire and vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D. It is lawful for a man who wants to marry a woman to look at her in order to be acquainted with her physical qualities and vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E. It is lawful for both a man and woman to look at the body of their &lt;i&gt;mahrams&lt;/i&gt; (except for the genital region) so long as it is not with sexual desire, but to look with sexual desire, is forbidden (&lt;i&gt;haram&lt;/i&gt;) whether they are &lt;i&gt;mahram&lt;/i&gt; or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;F. It is obligatory for a woman to cover her body and hair from the sight of a non-&lt;i&gt;mahram&lt;/i&gt; men (i.e., those with whom she is legally allowed to marry).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;G. It is unlawful for a man to be alone with a non-&lt;i&gt;mahram&lt;/i&gt; woman in a place where nobody else can enter if they fear that they may commit &lt;i&gt;haram&lt;/i&gt; acts; but there is no objection for a man to be alone with a non-&lt;i&gt;mahram&lt;/i&gt; woman when other are not prohibited from entering the place, even if the other are a mature rational child or in the state of security from committing corruption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H. It is unlawful for a non-&lt;i&gt;mahram&lt;/i&gt; man to touch a non-&lt;i&gt;mahram&lt;/i&gt; woman nor a non-&lt;i&gt;mahram&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;mahram&lt;/i&gt; man such as shaking hands and so forth.&lt;/span&gt; woman may touch a non-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I. If there is a necessity for a man to touch a woman, and vice versa, such as medical cure or saving a drowning person, and there is no a female doctor for the woman or a male doctor for man, it is lawful for both sides to touch or look at the other side for tests, cure or the like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;J. It is lawful for non-&lt;i&gt;mahram&lt;/i&gt; men to hear the voice of non-&lt;i&gt;mahram&lt;/i&gt; women on condition that hearing should not be with sexual desire or as a cause for committing &lt;i&gt;haram&lt;/i&gt; acts and it is permitted for a woman to make her voice heard through discourse or address by a non-&lt;i&gt;mahram&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;haram&lt;/i&gt; for a woman to talk to men in an excited and agitating manner.&lt;/span&gt; man on condition that her voice should not mislead or seduce listeners, because it is &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;K It is recommended for a woman to keep her beauty and elegance for her husband because attractiveness and beauty represent an important side in the life of woman and an essential source among the sources of the happiness of matrimonial life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L. It is forbidden for a woman to imitate men (by dress, actions or behavior) and vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M. It is forbidden for a woman to perfume herself and go outside her home, i.e. it is forbidden that her perfume is noticed by non-&lt;i&gt;mahram&lt;/i&gt; men while passing among them or mixing with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If we examine carefully these legal responsibilities which fall under the frame of Islamic &lt;i&gt;hijab&lt;/i&gt;, we will find that both men and women share the task of responsibility regarding this rule, with the specification concerning women in covering their body. This shows strongly that Islam is aspires to establish clean relations between the two sexes; spread purity and dignity among people; and safeguard the society with healthy relations. It is not among its intentions to disgrace a woman's dignity among people or prevent her from performing her role in life as it is clear through the above mentioned laws concerning Islamic &lt;i&gt;hijab&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If we want to judge strictly the matter of covering woman's body and we have said it is correct to say that both men and women hold the same task in the general framework of Islamic &lt;i&gt;hijab&lt;/i&gt;, the question comes: Why a woman alone bear the burden of covering her body and without man to do so? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The fact, which no fair-minded person can doubt, is that the reason for the specification of covering a woman's body alone relates to her sentimental and physical qualities. Because the temptation side of woman is much stronger than a man; she has the competent side for sensibility; and she has instinctive tendencies for showing herself off. Thus, ornaments and beautification are among her first specifications. If they are unrestricted, she may cause, knowingly or unknowingly, and innocent person to commit a &lt;i&gt;haram&lt;/i&gt; act, thought or deed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This natural characteristic of woman and which makes her more able to attract, tempt and fascinate man towards herself, is the main reason Islam tackles this point through &lt;i&gt;hijab&lt;/i&gt;. Therefore, it is not normal to ask a man to cover his body like her; whereas man in general does not possess these specific characteristics, nor is he naturally prone to decorate and beautify himself in order to draw attention of woman.&lt;br /&gt;Still, Islam does require a man to dress in an appropriate manner so as not to expose unnecessary parts of his body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the subject of attraction, two sure things exists, one in a woman and one in a man. That which exists within a woman is the desire to show herself off, it is a part of her nature. That which exists in a man is an inclination towards looking, not just looking but flirting and receiving pleasure from it. Both of these things exist. Will Durant says that there is nothing in the world more firm and more perservering than a man's desire to look at a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is also clear that men and women are sexually stimulated in different ways. A woman, being a naturally sensitive and tender-hearted creature, requires touching and tactile movements in order to stimulate her. A man, on the other hand, is a much coarseer creature, tough and virile with a strong imagination. He can be stimulated by a mere look. A woman covers herself to keep from showing off her body and the man cannot see anything which will stimulate him sexually. How clever Islam is to adopt &lt;i&gt;hijab&lt;/i&gt; in society! So it completely conforms with the innate natures of woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In accordance with this reality of attraction, we see that Islam also forbids acts such as sodomy among men and lesbianism among women because each of the two decrees has its own subject and background like other legal decrees which rely on certain backgrounds necessary for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are the true centers which addresses in order to build this positive edict; the blessed Islamic &lt;i&gt;hijab&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We hope that a perfect clarity is made concerning the difference between the &lt;i&gt;hijab&lt;/i&gt; adopted by &lt;i&gt;Jahiliyah&lt;/i&gt; civilization in its dealing with woman and the &lt;i&gt;hijab&lt;/i&gt; adopted by Islam as a protective shield for woman against aggression and attacks against her dignity by the followers of sick inclinations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What remains for us is to specify the central motives upon which Islam depended in legislating the law of a modern dress according to the limits of the Merciful Allah on His servants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the sake of clarifying the central motives without expatiation, we mention the following points:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First, regarding the relation between man and woman, two theories are suggested:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Theory one allows that man may sexually enjoy any woman in the society - this has nothing to do with adultery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Theory two restricts man's right for enjoyment to the women with whom he has a legal and lawful matrimonial relation, and without which it is unlawful for him to take her for enjoyment sexually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first theory is the one practised today by European man-made civilization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The second theory is the theory of Islam regarding the relation between man and woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the essence of the matter from which other details are derived. All man's behavior towards woman is derived from the first theory which relates to his sexual enjoyment of women by participating in parties, gatherings with other than his wife/wives and the illegal mixing of the two sexes, and imposing the state of adornment on women and its publicity in society and other affairs related to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Concerning the Islamic theory, the following points are divided:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By the act of covering woman's body, except the two hands and face, from the eyes and minds of men, other than her household, and not spending time in idle talk and walking with men and the like, as well as the prohibition of complete privacy with a man other than her household and other affairs related to Islamic jurisprudence, the Islamic concept concerning the natural relation between man and woman is a protection and safeguard against indecency and corruption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If we take into consideration the nature of the two opinions and their results. surely we will come to the conclusion that Islam is greatly covetous concerning the dignity of woman and her respectability, purity and honor with the caution of not changing her to a salable ill-used commodity for man in society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Therefore, Islam is covetous for fixing and organizing sexual relations and then strives towards closing the means used by those evil-minded individuals for exploiting woman and achieving their enjoyment through her as they wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then the &lt;i&gt;Jahiliyah&lt;/i&gt; theory being old or new, desires to set free abandonment of these principles for the sake of men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The problem with this outlook is based on the sake of man and his interest even it seems that some profits are achieved for woman!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If we also take into consideration the size of profits and gains which men achieve sexually and economically under this theory, we will find that the phenomenon of harem and the act of exploiting woman practised in the period of &lt;i&gt;Jahiliyah&lt;/i&gt; are the same which are practised today in the name of an attractive guise that insults women. The new limitation which is used by modern &lt;i&gt;Jahiliyah&lt;/i&gt; in the hands of women is different from the old one only in its covering and outside appearance. It remains a fetter to bind her hands, forbid freedom, and confiscate her will. So man ha made woman a captive and slave by using different means for achieving man's aims through trading, brothels, cinemas, television and radio, newspapers, and fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Various masses of women began to contemplate what they suffered under European civilization and there are a few just men who raise their voices against the miserable tragedies of woman are subjected to in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt; under the shadow of exploitation practiced by men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are some examples showing man's exploitation of woman and the miserable results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Britain&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, 9 out of 12 girls - below 20 years of age - are subjected to rape and kidnapping. The security forces were able to catch 13% of the criminals. The percentage of crimes increased by 84% in recent years; whereas juvenile crimes increased by fivefold during the first half of 1975.[15]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An Italian newspaper &lt;i&gt;Omiga&lt;/i&gt; disclosed the following exciting facts concerning the crimes committed in its country:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"In fact, an Italian woman fears leaving her home in order not to expose her dignity to the mad young men who wander the roads and streets and those who have no work except attacking women and girls and kidnapping them with the aim of robbery or sexual abuse...surely a woman refuses to accept any honorable work which forces her to return home at night so as not to expose her dignity and life to danger."[16]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In another report disclosing the woman tragedy under the materialistic culture, the American Association for Family Services says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The disintegration of the family, which has reached an epidemic stage, tops the list of social problems. Every year more than one million persons are separated or divorced, which is sevenfold higher in percentage compared with that of a century ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The number of illegitimate children increased three times compared to 1938, and each year 4 million illegitimate births are registered in the U.S.A. Regarding the problem of the corruption of the youth, which has a close relation with divorce, statistics doubled three times more than those of 1940."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another report says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The U.S. Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) reports that in murder cases within families, the husbands are mostly the murderers of their wives; and in 15% of family crimes the children are the victims of their parents."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;According to recent statistics released by UNESCO, "60% of the housewives in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;U.S.A.&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt; feel discontented, disappointed, and miserable."[17]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dr. Homer, a Swede, when asked by the United Nations to study the status of women in Arab countries in 1975, announced:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"It is the Swedish woman who should demand her freedom, as the woman in the Arab countries has already reached the peak of her freedom under Islam." She added: "the Swedish woman tries these days to have this year announced as 'The International Year of the Woman,' and then declare another year for the man, so that he may extract his rights from the women."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dr. Homer continues in her report by saying: "25% of Swedish women suffer from psychological and nervous sicknesses, and 40% of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sweden&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;'s income is spent on these diseases caused by the so-called freedom which the Swedish woman attained and which she is practising. In fact, the tragedy of the Swedish woman is this very permissiveness which has taken her to the edge of such a terrifying and perilous precipice."[18]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The breakdown of family stability in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Britain&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; which has dramatically increased the number of unmarried mothers, of unmarried people living together and people living alone, is much to blame for these social ills. According to figures published by the British Government on Jan. 14, 1988, the percentage of illegitimate births has soared from 4% in the 1950s to 21% of all births in 1986, with the exception of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Denmark&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; with 43%, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Britain&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has the highest rate in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The statistics of social trends confirm that &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Britain&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has the highest divorce rate in Europe and nearly twice the rate of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;West Germany&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Between 1979 and 1985, it was found that the proportion of people cohabiting without marriage nearly doubled. Some 15% of all single women between the age of 18 and 49, including many divorced, were illicitly cohabiting in 1985.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The breakdown in family life has also seen a rapid rise in the number of people living alone. Nearly 25% of all households contained only one person in 1986 compared with an average 10 persons in 1951!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The way the woman is treated in the western countries, which claim to be the champions of freedom and equality, is evident from the International Meeting on Women and Mass Media held in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Athens&lt;/st1:city&gt;,  &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Greece&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, November 20, 1985.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the participants, Petra Kelly, a member of t he West German Parliament, bitterly complained, "In Germany they treat us (German women) like a minority, equal to invalids, the lower strata of society and like children. They portray us pornographically and consider using violence against us as natural. Every 15 minutes a woman is a victim of rape." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Meet urged the Greek Parliament to pass legislation banning the exploitation of women on television. Though criticism of the exploitation of women is fully justified, the women of these so-called advanced countries are themselves to be blamed. If women did not consent there would be no pornographic publications, sex films and nude advertisements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The following statistics reveal how alarming the family breakdown epidemic has become in non-Muslim societies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;France&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One in four marriages end in divorce; in cities the rate may be as high as 50%. Each year 600, 000 couples marry, 100, 000 choose to live together without marriage and 100, 000 divorce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Canada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Almost 40% of first marriages end in divorce. The divorce rate doubled between 1972 and 1982.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Former &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Soviet Union&lt;/st1:place&gt;:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;About 70% of marriages break up in 10 years, according to &lt;i&gt;Moskovskaya Pravda&lt;/i&gt;, factors involved include drunkenness, lack of money and lack of privacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Central and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;South America&lt;/st1:place&gt;:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The UNESCO Courier stated that single-parent families are often created by women migrating to the cities and having children in a series of unstable unions. Due to alcohol abuse or the inability of husbands to find adequate work locally, the family breaks up and mothers and children are left in poverty.&lt;br /&gt;The nations with the highest percentage of illegitimate births in the world are in the Caribbean and in Central and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;South America&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;China&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Although &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;'s divorce rate is lower than most western nations, it has risen 70% in 5 years. The &lt;i&gt;Peiking Review&lt;/i&gt; reported that the divorce rate is rising dramatically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;United States&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Half the marriages will probably end in divorce. Sixty percent of the children born will spend part of their childhood in a single-parent family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Japan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The divorce rate has doubled in the past 20 years. Before 1947, men were allowed to evict their wives in the streets with only a short note of divorcement. Now, about 70% of divorce cases are initiated by women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;South Africa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Coalition of South African Women's Rights says that one out of two South African women is raped in their lifetime. This includes children and even babies and old women!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Britain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The divorce rate in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;U.K.&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is the highest in western Europe. Nearly 1 out of 7 single women, age 18 to 49, lives with a man she has not married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The &lt;i&gt;Hospital Today&lt;/i&gt;, a magazine of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, in its editorial of the April 1975 issue, published a summary of the annual report of the British Ministry of Health and Social Welfare. It says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"...Despite the abundance of contraceptives and legalized abortion, it is noted that 86% of the children are born to unmarried mothers! There is a further serious problem. In 1973 the following cases were: 1 case of an 11-year-old pregnant girl; 6 cases of 12-year-old pregnant girls; 38 cases of 13-year-old pregnant girls; 255 cases of 14-year-old pregnant girls. There were 166, 000 cases of legal abortion during the same year, 50% of which were by unmarried women."[19]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Turning to the East, we find the decadence of society in the communist world is no less hideousness as that in the capitalist world. The magazine, &lt;i&gt;Interphase&lt;/i&gt; in its April 1977 issue reports:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The grave problem of the Soviet communist society is that out of every two marriages one ends in divorce in most parts of western &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. In &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Moscow&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, for example, nearly 49% of the marriages ended in divorce after the birth of the first child. In the Mavadansk region, the precentage of divorce is as high as 72.9%. The Physicians, Conference, held at Moscow University in 1975, called for urgent measures to tackle this grave social problem, concerning the high divorce rate and the low birth rate..."[20] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is worth noting that the said family problems are confined to the non- Islamic regions of the previous &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Soviet Union&lt;/st1:place&gt;. In spite of the many years of communism's suppression of Islamic teachings in the Muslim lands under the Soviets, Islam still exercises its influences on the life and social conduct of the Muslims there, reducing family - instability and the exploitation of women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These miserable tragedies, and the like, form some fruits of the modern European theory about the relation between a man and a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the sake of this, Islam takes measures to close the sources of corruption in the life of people and to work, according to its concepts, to stop the state of exploitation of women and the confiscation of their rights and to establish dignity and honor in the life of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thus, Islamic &lt;i&gt;Hijab&lt;/i&gt; is among the most prominent terms used by the Divine Authority to protect woman and make a clean human society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We should address the current situation in many Muslim countries where Western values have replaced Islamic ones. The societies of these countries have discarded Islamic principles, including &lt;i&gt;hijab&lt;/i&gt;, the statistics of the West have followed. Divorce, prostitution, alcohol and drug abase, and the beginnings of diseases such as AIDS are plaguing the societies who have chosen to abandon their religious edicts. Illegal relationships between boys and girls, men and women are becoming accepted or at least unrestricted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In Muslim countries where the society and the government remain loyal to Islamic values, the occurrence of sexual crimes, indecency, divorce and other social ills are noticeably less. The family structure remains strong and healthy. The women have no fear of their environment and are relatively safe to walk through their streets and bazaars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Which theory is better then? Should we choose unlimited release, which results in destruction and downfall, or the proposal which leads to the preservation of society and which protects both man and woman without making any difference even the supposition of the feeling of distress from some protective procedures which follow the Islamic proposal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Through social and psychological studies of the life of Man, a true scientific fact is disclosed showing that Man enjoys two kinds of natural needs (&lt;i&gt;jaw'ah&lt;/i&gt;) in his entity:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A. There is a number of natural needs which impose themselves spontaneously for stimulating without any external motives like the instinct for the food and the instinct for the need of showing himself to others, and love for ownership and the like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B. Another kind of natural needs, inspite of their existence in man and their activities, is able to be stimulated if other factors and motives of stimulus are supplied from external human existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Among the prominent factors of these natural needs are: sexual instinct, which is motivated by dissolute poems and literature, seductive music, nudity and the like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The upright Islam, the message of the Lord of the worlds the Creator, Who is Aware of hidden affairs, is completely cognizant of the remote factors which molded mankind, and the dangers against the movement of human life if he goes out of the natural frame prepared for it and by following it, the highest balances are achieved between these needs and natural functions in all fields of human life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;According to Islam's awareness of these facts, it desires for not stimulating these external instincts which are outside the frame of the required balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be harmonious with this desire, Islam puts various social, economic and political schemes to work. These schemes provide a deep condition of agreement between these internal human motives and the demands of the individuals and the groups in which one lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Islamic scheme in &lt;i&gt;hijab&lt;/i&gt; and its fashioning the relation between man and woman aims to keep the balance between man's demands on the one side and its great desire for the purity, chastity and security of the relation between the two sexes on the other. Thus, Islamic &lt;i&gt;hijab&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; becomes a related foundation with the natural side of the human life in addition to caring for morals and purity and organizations of social life from the Islamic viewpoint.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Islam, through the modest &lt;i&gt;hijab&lt;/i&gt; for woman, limits the nature of the relations between the two sexes in a special way. It also deals with man and woman together, limiting the responsibility for each of them towards lawful execution. Woman is separated from man in responsibility inside the framework of this scheme, only in &lt;i&gt;hijab&lt;/i&gt; but they have the same responsibility in other duties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is not to say that the role of man and woman in an Islamic society are the same. They are not. A man shoulders the responsibility of maintaining the family unit by his wealth and earnings, providing food, shelter, clothing, medical care and general welfare for his household. The woman is free to earn money and has full authority over that money, but she is not required to finance her household.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Muslim woman is responsible to care for and give proper training to her children and to provide a peaceful and harmonious environment in which the family unit may prosper and grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hijab&lt;/i&gt; has an effect on the family unit as well as on the society. At home where &lt;i&gt;hijab&lt;/i&gt; is respected and honoured practically, family members show kindness, helpfulness and peace towards one another. Because of the separation of the two sexes of non-&lt;i&gt;mahrams&lt;/i&gt;, crimes of a sexual nature inside the family unit have no chance to fester as we witness all too offer in Western families where incest has grown in such propotions that it is almost taken for granted as common behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Islamic &lt;i&gt;hijab&lt;/i&gt; provides much more than mere physical cover. It is a cover that acts as a repellent of every kind of crime and vice which destroys the individual and the society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-7702236434812925858?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=437ec80103ba19ad&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a808933d05cbafb5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/7702236434812925858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=7702236434812925858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/7702236434812925858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/7702236434812925858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-looks-hot-attractive-now-days.html' title='Who Looks Hot &amp; Attractive now days?'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-7898122508835788012</id><published>2008-01-01T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:06:55.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new year "2008"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R3k8qsK_trI/AAAAAAAAAO8/AZnUtSzeoVI/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R3k8qsK_trI/AAAAAAAAAO8/AZnUtSzeoVI/s320/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150214352984323762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hehehehheheehehehehe  Happy new year! Lets go eat &amp;amp; sleep. This for new year 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R3k9UsK_tsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Cj8C-WtbSvo/s1600-h/Picture+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R3k9UsK_tsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Cj8C-WtbSvo/s320/Picture+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150215074538829506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At 1:00 AM 1-1-2008. I feel I am surrounded by the dark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Allaah (subhaanahu wa ta'aala) said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"They ask you (O Muhammad sal-Allaahu 'alayhe wa sallam) about the Hour, - when will be its appointed time? You have no knowledge to say anything about it, To your Lord belongs (the knowledge of) the term thereof? You (O Muhammad sal-Allaahu 'alayhe wa sallam) are only a warner for those who fear it, The Day they see it, (it will be) as if they had not tarried (in this world) except an afternoon or a morning." [An-Nazi'aat (79):42-46] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"They ask you about the Hour (Day of Resurrection): 'When will be its appointed time?' Say: 'The knowledge thereof is with my Lord (Alone). None can reveal its time but He. Heavy is its burden through the heavens and the earth. It shall not come upon you except all of a sudden.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They ask you as if you have a good knowledge of it. Say: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'The knowledge thereof is with Allaah (Alone) but most of mankind know not.''" [Al-A'raaf (7):187]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R3lek8K_ttI/AAAAAAAAAPM/QQBT5AgpIiE/s1600-h/Picture+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R3lek8K_ttI/AAAAAAAAAPM/QQBT5AgpIiE/s320/Picture+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150251637595420370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The day I came to this world that is my birthday but I don’t know when will be my death day? The death time is unseen &amp;amp; unknown! Every year, the new year come &amp;amp; old year passes. What I am doing? Anything good for the society &amp;amp; for human goods? All I did for me. I am receiving new years, after 365 days. Same time I am loosing my living life. Every day, my days are detaching from my life. When my ultimate time will come up to die I will follow my LORD (ALLAH) empty hand. New year comes, every one can find me at joy party. I forgot to join to the Pray Party. There is a GOD, who creates me I forgot because of social happiness. My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ultimatum day is on the way. Don’t know what I will do at the Judgment day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R3lolMK_tuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4vPyHs1Sr54/s1600-h/Picture+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R3lolMK_tuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4vPyHs1Sr54/s320/Picture+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150262637006665442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My soul stuck to the dead end now. Now I blocked by the white. May be I will see the good very soon. My dark era will be covered by the white. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;"The Hour has drawn near, and the moon has been cleft asunder." [Al-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; Qamar (54):1]. The Prophet (sal-Allaahu 'alayhe wa sallam) said, whilst pointing with his index and middle fingers, "The time of my advent and the Hour are like these two fingers." [1] In another report he said, "The Hour almost came before me." This indicates how close we are, relatively speaking, to the Hour. Allaah said: "Draws near for mankind their reckoning, while they turn away in heedlessness." [Al-Anbiyaa'  21):1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-7898122508835788012?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/7898122508835788012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=7898122508835788012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/7898122508835788012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/7898122508835788012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year-2008.html' title='Happy new year &quot;2008&quot;'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R3k8qsK_trI/AAAAAAAAAO8/AZnUtSzeoVI/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-951907760884423041</id><published>2007-12-28T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:06:55.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe I will die very soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R3QvV8K_tqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/RblDEKLHMJA/s1600-h/14kz0vl.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R3QvV8K_tqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/RblDEKLHMJA/s320/14kz0vl.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148792327967323810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I was thinking about death. Because I feels very tired &amp;amp; weak. Normally Alhumdulliah by the blessing of Allah I am healthy &amp;amp; wealthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was wondering after death what I will take with me as good deeds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What I did till now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All I can count I did bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw people doing bad &amp;amp; didn’t stop them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People doing Adultery I keep silent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some of my friends cheat others, I just keep silent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some of my friends make girlfriend just for sex &amp;amp; later on change to new one. I saw keep silent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some drink alcohol &amp;amp; encourage others to join with them, what I did? I keep silent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some of my friends do sex &amp;amp; gossip with me, I either left the place or ignore them but I didn’t stop them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw my friends kiss their girlfriends &amp;amp; touch the secret part of the body, I was help less to stop them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw my friends doing cheating in the exam I keep silent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw friends share dirty movies among them I keep silent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My friends steal things from others I keep silent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even some of my seniors doing very bad still I keep silent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All the time I raise my voice all my friends ask me be a Man. For them I am not a Man. Some times I think what I am? If I am not a man &amp;amp; woman then what? Some thing at the middle? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This world I can’t raise my voice but after death how I will raise my voice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In front of GOD what I will tell? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How I will hide my face from GOD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How I will defend my self?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who will be my protector?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All the bad things my friends did in front of me &amp;amp; I keep silent GOD will not forgive me. I will be the first punisher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because I saw &amp;amp; keep silent didn’t do nothing. God give us the Quran but I didn’t follow it properly. All the blames go to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will not speak that time. My hands, eyes, ears, legs, nose will speak that time against me. I will not have the control of my self that time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What I will do that time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I am thinking &amp;amp; thinking but I am already very late. Still go time to fix or not I don’t know. Because I don’t know when I will die? Death never give advance notice that “Get ready I am coming” like in the movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Real life is totally different from movies. Life means peace &amp;amp; harmony. The way I am leading my life SEX &amp;amp; HARM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Hell keepers will be very happy after my death. I think the HELL keeper is making the fire more hotter &amp;amp; hotter for me. Then GOD will put me in that Fire………………..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can’t think of it any more. I am so sinful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-951907760884423041?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/951907760884423041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=951907760884423041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/951907760884423041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/951907760884423041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-believe-i-will-die-very-soon.html' title='I believe I will die very soon'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R3QvV8K_tqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/RblDEKLHMJA/s72-c/14kz0vl.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-492820719512099680</id><published>2007-12-25T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T05:04:27.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEFINITION OF  EID</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many of my friends asked me "What is EID?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEFINITION OF "EID":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Arabic word “Eid” refers to something habitual, that returns and is repeated, thus stands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;literally for a recurrent event. It also implies a place often visited by people, and the period of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;time in which a particular act is regularly performed. Likewise, each gathering that assembles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;regularly comes under the category, ‘Eid’. Eids or festivals are symbols to be found in every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nation, including those that are based on revealed scriptures and those that are idolatrous, as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well as others, because celebrating festivals is something that is an instinctive part of human &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nature. All people like to have special occasions to celebrate, where they can come together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and express their joy and happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUSLIMS’ ISLAMIC "EIDS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL MUSLIMS MUST CELEBREATE ONLY THREE ‘EIDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(1): ‘Eid-ul-Fitr,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(2): ‘Eid-ul-Adh-haa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(3): Friday is the day of ‘Eid for Muslims [See ETIQUETTE OF MUSLIMS ON FRIDAY:BY ABDUL MAJEED ALI HASAN]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE DECREES OF AL-’EID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are three opinions among the scholars:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(1): Some say it is waajib (obligatory);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(2): Some say it is Fardul Kifaayah (if some offered the prayer then it is enough and it is not obligatory upon all); and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(3): Some say it is Sunnatul Muakkadah (recommended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIGNIFICANCE OF MUSLIMS’ ‘EIDS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE PURPOSE BEHIND THE ‘EIDS PRAYER FOR WHOM THE PERFORMANCE OF SALAATUL ‘EID IS VALID ETIQUETTE OF A MUSLIM ON THE DAY OF 'EID-UL-ADH-HAA' SUNAN AL-’EID FOR ALL THOSE WHO ATTEND THE ‘EIDS PRAYER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1: The Muslim is required to make ghusl or ablution on this day. It can be done any time but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to serve the purpose it is recommended to do it before going out for the prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2: Eating on the two ‘Eids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3: It is highly recommended that he shuold wear his best clothes on this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4: He is required to use hair oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5: He is required to apply perfume if he has his own, otherwise, he may use his wife’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perfume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6: He should use the tooth-brush (miswaak) before going to the ‘Eid prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7: He must remove all offensive smells, which might harm others. It is prohibited for him to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;attend the ‘Eid prayer, if he smells onion or garlic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-492820719512099680?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/492820719512099680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=492820719512099680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/492820719512099680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/492820719512099680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/12/definition-of-eid.html' title='DEFINITION OF  EID'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-1369923816987459016</id><published>2007-12-24T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:06:55.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Islam is all about Truth &amp; Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2-jN8K_tpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/5vpTwOjB3Ng/s1600-h/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147512358993639058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2-jN8K_tpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/5vpTwOjB3Ng/s320/Image1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p:colorscheme colors="#757868,#ffffff,#666a5c,#c4c3aa,#9ac2c0,#4d4f45,#009999,#bfcb4f"&gt; &lt;/p:colorscheme&gt;&lt;div class="O" shape="_x0000_s1026"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This picture shows the location of the “Rocky Belt” which shows the moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;was once split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The unbelievers of Makkah said to the prophet that if you are truly a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;prophet split the moon and if you do we shall believe. It was a full moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And so the prophet prayed to Allah to grant him this miracle, and the moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;was split. Half was seen over Mount. Saffa, and the other half was seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;over Mount. Kaikaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The people said that the prophet has placed a spell on us, however if he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;played a trick on us, then he cant play a trick on all the people in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;world! Abu Jahl then said: “let us wait until the people of Albadiah come, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and if they saw the moon split, then it is true, if not then we all know it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;was a trick of magic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When the people of Albadiah came they said that they too saw the moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;split, and the disbelievers said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;oh, how powerful Mohammad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;s magic is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then Allah revealed Surat al Qamar: “The hour has come near and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;moon has split, and when they see a sign, they turn and say ‘this is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;continuous magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; and they disbelieved and followed their desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This took place in the days of the prophet Muhammad in Makkah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2-jDcK_toI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Gs0PXN8m7To/s1600-h/Image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147512178605012610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2-jDcK_toI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Gs0PXN8m7To/s320/Image2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p:colorscheme colors="#757868,#ffffff,#666a5c,#c4c3aa,#9ac2c0,#4d4f45,#009999,#bfcb4f"&gt; &lt;/p:colorscheme&gt;&lt;div class="O" style="text-align: justify;" shape="_x0000_s1026"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In one of Dr. Zaghlool Al-Najaar’s seminars, in one of the British &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;universities said: “The miracle of the plitting of the moon has been proven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;recently”… “ One of the British brothers who is very concerned about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;state of Islam “Dawood Musa” who is the new chairman of the british &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;muslims party who is planning to enter the coming elections under the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;banner of islam, which is spreading extremely fast in the west said “While &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;he was searching for a religion, a friend gave him a copy of the Quran &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;translated in english. He opened it and came across surat Al-Qamar and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;read “The hour has come and the moon has split”, looking at this he said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;‘The moon has split?!’ He then stopped reading and did not open it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then one day while whatching a program on the BBC, The broadcaster was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;talking with three American scientists, and the broadcaster was blaming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;America for spending billons of dollars on space projects, in a time where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;millions of people are suffering from poverty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The scientists were trying to explain why it is important to go into space &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;exploration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p:colorscheme colors="#757868,#ffffff,#666a5c,#c4c3aa,#9ac2c0,#4d4f45,#009999,#bfcb4f"&gt;&lt;/p:colorscheme&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="O" shape="_x0000_s1026"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Soon the scientists came to discuss the most expensive trip to the moon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;which costed about 100 billion dollars, so the broadcaster asked them “So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;to put the American flag on the moon you spent this much money?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The scientists stated that this much money was spent because they were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;trying to study the internal structure of the moon to see what similarities it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;has with the Earth, and they said that they were surprised to find a ‘Belt of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Rocks’ that goes from the surface of the moon right to the inner depths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2-i3cK_tnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/NcMuCQhtvp4/s1600-h/Image3.jpg"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-76e3998bde0e91b9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D76e3998bde0e91b9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331434156%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50AC7ACA6DDC73B07572195B646A626844CC0D7F.15DA1E73C862CB6EE1BE153D0BD9E02351439CAD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D76e3998bde0e91b9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DR9oiSM4lXdX89Ktkn_BHuPbP3Eg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D76e3998bde0e91b9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331434156%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50AC7ACA6DDC73B07572195B646A626844CC0D7F.15DA1E73C862CB6EE1BE153D0BD9E02351439CAD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D76e3998bde0e91b9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DR9oiSM4lXdX89Ktkn_BHuPbP3Eg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being quite surprised, they gave this information to their geologists, who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;were also surprised, as they concluded that this couldn’t be unless the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;moon was once split&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and resealed. The rocks on the belt are a result of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;impact during the time that the two halves of the moon recombined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Watching this brother Dawood Mussa jumped off his seat screaming “This is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Muhammad’s miracle which occurred more than 1400 years ago, and now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the Americans are spending billions of dollars to prove it to the Muslims. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;then said “This must surely be a true religion, and so, where once Surat Al-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Qamar was a cause for him disbelieving in Islam, it was now the reason for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;his embracing Islam…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2-i3cK_tnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/NcMuCQhtvp4/s1600-h/Image3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147511972446582386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2-i3cK_tnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/NcMuCQhtvp4/s320/Image3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-1369923816987459016?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=76e3998bde0e91b9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/1369923816987459016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=1369923816987459016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/1369923816987459016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/1369923816987459016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/12/islam-is-all-about-truth-facts.html' title='Islam is all about Truth &amp; Facts'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2-jN8K_tpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/5vpTwOjB3Ng/s72-c/Image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-6462313330347427266</id><published>2007-12-24T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T01:27:38.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Allah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9cbe56a254d5b8c3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9cbe56a254d5b8c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331434156%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D322C4ED94034CC1F64DD308B4CA9E91C0E84215A.78A79C131DFFEE3368C8D29FA02BA8641B95C1BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9cbe56a254d5b8c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5HGQyWFHEvkbBpE_vDQs2jj0UDI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9cbe56a254d5b8c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331434156%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D322C4ED94034CC1F64DD308B4CA9E91C0E84215A.78A79C131DFFEE3368C8D29FA02BA8641B95C1BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9cbe56a254d5b8c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5HGQyWFHEvkbBpE_vDQs2jj0UDI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Allah is my Father &amp;amp; Mother. When I know the Definition of ALLAH my all doubts gone &amp;amp; all concepts become clear about ALLAH. Why HE is the All Mighty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-27b0b214e1ee7d67" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D27b0b214e1ee7d67%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331434156%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6872DC561886D3CAF7DF7B3CBD7E49B5F5AB93A6.6237396D023B1937F93ADB6EB9F23DF078D79452%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D27b0b214e1ee7d67%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjVkKzAMobQY1250bD-QHiFD3dIk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D27b0b214e1ee7d67%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331434156%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6872DC561886D3CAF7DF7B3CBD7E49B5F5AB93A6.6237396D023B1937F93ADB6EB9F23DF078D79452%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D27b0b214e1ee7d67%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjVkKzAMobQY1250bD-QHiFD3dIk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-6462313330347427266?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=27b0b214e1ee7d67&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9cbe56a254d5b8c3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/6462313330347427266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=6462313330347427266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/6462313330347427266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/6462313330347427266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-allah.html' title='My Allah'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-1631037747976962509</id><published>2007-12-22T03:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:07:09.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid ul Azha / Qurban</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wbDMK_thI/AAAAAAAAANo/rvECiJHdo_k/s1600-h/IMG_4245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146518215798535698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wbDMK_thI/AAAAAAAAANo/rvECiJHdo_k/s320/IMG_4245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to Kajang for Qurban. At Morning I went to the place. I pray Suboh then wait for the Qurban. Then at 10:00 Pm Qurban start. That time was so exciting for me. I enjoy the Qurban. For a while I felt like I am Superman. Hehhehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wbEMK_tjI/AAAAAAAAAN4/mTkFpOW55Xg/s1600-h/IMG_4262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146518232978404914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wbEMK_tjI/AAAAAAAAAN4/mTkFpOW55Xg/s320/IMG_4262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One funny thing happen that place. Suddenly I saw one Malay Girl. She was Subhan Allah. So cute, good looking &amp;amp; pure muslim getup. I really get 100% crush on her. So I start keep distance from her. I get totally crush on her already. Suddenly she came &amp;amp; ask me where I came from? Haio, I just told her I am from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangladesh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Then I make distance from her &amp;amp; went to another corner. Then after a while she asked me which place form &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangladesh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;? I just told her I am from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dhaka&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Then I make 100% distance from that girl. If I didn’t gave my promise to my mother about marriage. I am very sure I would talk with that girl &amp;amp; take her phone number &amp;amp; all info. But I have no chance. Some times I got chance to get something but I always fail to do because of my lifecycle. Alhumdulliah she is a creation of Allah. Allah will give her a good husband inshAllah. My main target is to make my Allah &amp;amp; my parents happy all around 100%. For that if I have to face hard problem I will accept it with honor. But she was subhanAllah……………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wbEsK_tkI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kBejI6chAoM/s1600-h/IMG_4252.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many people just tell me why we Muslim kill the animal? Why we kill many cow in one day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My answer to them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why butcher slaughtered cow in the butcher shop? Why we buy meat from the market? Why that time we think that way? Only religious actions we ask this question. Because we see the cow slaughter that’s why we ask many question. Even though we slaughter we respect the animal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wbFMK_tlI/AAAAAAAAAOI/zUHe5utemi8/s1600-h/IMG_4299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146518250158274130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wbFMK_tlI/AAAAAAAAAOI/zUHe5utemi8/s320/IMG_4299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Islamic method of slaughtering animals, known as Zabiha has been the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;object of much criticism from a large number of people. One may consider the following points, which prove that the Zabiha method is not only humane but also scientifically the best:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Islamic method of slaughtering animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zakkaytum is a verb derived from the root word Zakah (to purify). Its infinitive is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tazkiyah which means purification. The Islamic mode of slaughtering an animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;requires the following conditions to be met:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;# Animal should be slaughtered with sharp object (knife) The animal has to be slaughtered with a sharp object (knife) and in a fast way so that the pain of slaughter is minimised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;# Cut wind pipe, throat and vessels of neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zabiha is an Arabic word which means ‘slaughtered’. The ‘slaughtering’ is to be done by cutting the throat, windpipe and the blood vessels in the neck causing the animal’s death without cutting the spinal cord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;# Blood should be drained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The blood has to be drained completely before the head is removed. The purpose is to drain out most of the blood which would serve as a good culture medium for micro organisms. The spinal cord must not be cut because the nerve fibres to the heart could be damaged during the process causing cardiac arrest, stagnating the blood in the blood vessels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blood is a good medium for germs and bacteria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blood is a good media of germs, bacteria, toxins, etc. Therefore the Muslim way of slaughtering is more hygienic as most of the blood containing germs, bacteria, toxins, etc. that are the cause of several diseases are eliminated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meat remains fresh for a longer time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meat slaughtered by Islamic way remains fresh for a longer time due to deficiency of blood in the meat as compared to other methods of slaughtering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Animal does not feel pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The swift cutting of vessels of the neck disconnects the flow of blood to the nerve of the brain responsible for pain. Thus the animal does not feel pain. While dying, the animal struggles, writhers, shakes and kicks, not due to pain, but due to the contraction and relaxation of the muscles defecient in blood and due to the flow of blood out of the body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wUccK_tSI/AAAAAAAAALw/r9aedi7hz28/s1600-h/IMG_4284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146510953008837922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wUccK_tSI/AAAAAAAAALw/r9aedi7hz28/s320/IMG_4284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;But I enjoy to celebrate the event. We Muslim can enjoy this kind of feasible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wUc8K_tTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZbypRJa_erQ/s1600-h/IMG_4282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146510961598772530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wUc8K_tTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZbypRJa_erQ/s320/IMG_4282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wSr8K_tNI/AAAAAAAAALI/yv-ccWx0h-8/s1600-h/IMG_4296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146509020273554642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wSr8K_tNI/AAAAAAAAALI/yv-ccWx0h-8/s320/IMG_4296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me and some of my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wSssK_tOI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wrpvO8cSzoU/s1600-h/IMG_4294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146509033158456546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wSssK_tOI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wrpvO8cSzoU/s320/IMG_4294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wSs8K_tPI/AAAAAAAAALY/184-mukx_y8/s1600-h/IMG_4291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146509037453423858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wSs8K_tPI/AAAAAAAAALY/184-mukx_y8/s320/IMG_4291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The naughty &amp;amp; cute kid.He get angry, when I took his picture. Look at his face properly. He told me that" Hooi stupid why you are taking my picture". hahhahaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wStMK_tQI/AAAAAAAAALg/u1OeOVB8n84/s1600-h/IMG_4289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146509041748391170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wStMK_tQI/AAAAAAAAALg/u1OeOVB8n84/s320/IMG_4289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wStsK_tRI/AAAAAAAAALo/UFU-A4lUyMI/s1600-h/IMG_4288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146509050338325778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wStsK_tRI/AAAAAAAAALo/UFU-A4lUyMI/s320/IMG_4288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wRFcK_tMI/AAAAAAAAALA/Ui9kj2fskgw/s1600-h/IMG_4297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146507259336963266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wRFcK_tMI/AAAAAAAAALA/Ui9kj2fskgw/s320/IMG_4297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me and some of my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Eid Party with my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wQvMK_tLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rCndeRfZeMc/s1600-h/IMG_4303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146506877084873906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wQvMK_tLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rCndeRfZeMc/s320/IMG_4303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cook in the hostel for 25 people. I almost get half dead to cook for 25 people but I like to cook because this is my time to celebrate with my friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wQc8K_tKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jYQ3zZ30fDI/s1600-h/IMG_4305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146506563552261282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wQc8K_tKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jYQ3zZ30fDI/s320/IMG_4305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wQIMK_tJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GdnzuyuUWlU/s1600-h/IMG_4307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146506207069975698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wQIMK_tJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GdnzuyuUWlU/s320/IMG_4307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cook all my country food for my friends. I invite many of my friends but all went back to home or busy with Christmas. So not many of my friends came to my party at EID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wPzcK_tII/AAAAAAAAAKg/18DUdYMH-5s/s1600-h/IMG_4309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146505850587690114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wPzcK_tII/AAAAAAAAAKg/18DUdYMH-5s/s320/IMG_4309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-1631037747976962509?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/1631037747976962509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=1631037747976962509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/1631037747976962509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/1631037747976962509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/12/eid-ul-azha-qurban.html' title='Eid ul Azha / Qurban'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wbDMK_thI/AAAAAAAAANo/rvECiJHdo_k/s72-c/IMG_4245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-1422428084494589808</id><published>2007-12-22T02:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:07:12.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wMNsK_tHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/A0kigq52eR8/s1600-h/IMG0143A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146501903512745074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wMNsK_tHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/A0kigq52eR8/s320/IMG0143A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;Today 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; December 2007 I went to Christmas party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wMCMK_tGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-04ZHVlpREM/s1600-h/IMG0142A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146501705944249442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wMCMK_tGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-04ZHVlpREM/s320/IMG0142A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the Christmas tree. But no snow &amp;amp; Santa Claus. But still got gift &amp;amp; good friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wL2MK_tFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/kl5trA2_Rxw/s1600-h/IMG0140A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146501499785819218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wL2MK_tFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/kl5trA2_Rxw/s320/IMG0140A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my friend who is trying to open a very good restaurant in the cyber. So he is practicing how to do this kind of things. So he is preparing him self by doing this work.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wLusK_tEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Q-fQfquU7JE/s1600-h/IMG0137A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146501370936800322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wLusK_tEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Q-fQfquU7JE/s320/IMG0137A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wLicK_tDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/khkG_iHgGGA/s1600-h/IMG0135A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146501160483402802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wLicK_tDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/khkG_iHgGGA/s320/IMG0135A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Distributing Christmas gifts among all the people who attained the party.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wLX8K_tCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/0yfPq1gVHM0/s1600-h/IMG0122A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146500980094776354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wLX8K_tCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/0yfPq1gVHM0/s320/IMG0122A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wLN8K_tBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/eYKLWPyf2FQ/s1600-h/IMG0120A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146500808296084498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wLN8K_tBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/eYKLWPyf2FQ/s320/IMG0120A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is group Cat walk. All of them do Catwalk as a penalty of loosing the points in a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wLF8K_tAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/cj6C9QYec5U/s1600-h/IMG0119A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146500670857131010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wLF8K_tAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/cj6C9QYec5U/s320/IMG0119A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is one of my funny friend like me. His name is K&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;enny.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; I always ask him &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cana&lt;/st1:place&gt;? Hehhehehe but we are very good friend. In the pic he is doing belly dancing. I think all the belly dancer in this world will die if they see him dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wK6sK_s_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ra9ppegmV2c/s1600-h/IMG0118A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146500477583602674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wK6sK_s_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ra9ppegmV2c/s320/IMG0118A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wKwMK_s-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cGPwz4BfyJs/s1600-h/IMG0114A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146500297194976226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wKwMK_s-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cGPwz4BfyJs/s320/IMG0114A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This party was full of my friends. These are my sisters at the front who is singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today 14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; December 2007 I went to the Christmas party with my friends. I become late. I enjoy the Christmas party with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wKhMK_s9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/xZwS-bk1C2A/s1600-h/IMG0100A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146500039496938450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wKhMK_s9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/xZwS-bk1C2A/s320/IMG0100A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the Christmas tree with full of gifts. If I can get all the gifts like the Santa Claus provide to the kids. This one possible only in the movies. Some times in my home town kids put socks at the window. At late night the parents put the gift inside the socks. Some time kids put very big socks that the Santa Claus will give them big gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wKJcK_s8I/AAAAAAAAAJA/IT3OsXmb4is/s1600-h/IMG0102A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146499631475045314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wKJcK_s8I/AAAAAAAAAJA/IT3OsXmb4is/s320/IMG0102A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wJ88K_s7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Z6tohEp2sn0/s1600-h/IMG0103A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146499416726680498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wJ88K_s7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Z6tohEp2sn0/s320/IMG0103A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My friends perform music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wJwcK_s6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/45fxKLKgZm0/s1600-h/IMG0099A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146499201978315682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wJwcK_s6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/45fxKLKgZm0/s320/IMG0099A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the stage background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wJnsK_s5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/hZDdctW5OVw/s1600-h/IMG0096A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146499051654460306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wJnsK_s5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/hZDdctW5OVw/s320/IMG0096A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my close friend. He is close with me like we share most of our social &amp;amp; family problems among us. He is really a nice soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wJX8K_s4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/nuqhCTNevJw/s1600-h/IMG0095A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146498781071520642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wJX8K_s4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/nuqhCTNevJw/s320/IMG0095A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wJNsK_s3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Fc_b3UUBf4I/s1600-h/IMG0093A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146498604977861490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wJNsK_s3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Fc_b3UUBf4I/s320/IMG0093A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All of them were dancing but I couldn’t manage to dance. I just watch all my young brother &amp;amp; sisters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-1422428084494589808?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/1422428084494589808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=1422428084494589808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/1422428084494589808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/1422428084494589808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2wMNsK_tHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/A0kigq52eR8/s72-c/IMG0143A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-6895588078654912069</id><published>2007-12-16T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:07:12.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OoooooooooHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh  Life.................................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2QHz8K_s2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tDk5gqvrLTA/s1600-h/opu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2QHz8K_s2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tDk5gqvrLTA/s320/opu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144245263270916962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes the meaning of life become very complex. Can’t decide which one is right &amp;amp; which one is wrong? Some feelings can’t share with any one! Some times I give advice to my community but the output become totally negative because of domain problem. The way I think &amp;amp; the way they think is totally different. The most funny thing is am I in the right track? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many of my friends force me to mix with the females. For me this issue is totally funny. To know a female till death I couldn’t manage to do it. I heard from my childhood that as a male I can’t make girlfriend. So I just follow up. Now I discover this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Al-Maeda (5:5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Made lawful to you this day are At¬Tayyibât [all kinds of Halâl (lawful) foods, which Allâh has made lawful (meat of slaughtered eatable animals, etc., milk products, fats, vegetables and fruits, etc.). The food (slaughtered cattle, eatable animals, etc.) of the people of the Scripture (Jews and Christians) is lawful to you and yours is lawful to them. (Lawful to you in marriage) are chaste women from the believers and chaste women from those who were given the Scripture (Jews and Christians) before your time, when you have given their due Mahr (bridal money given by the husband to his wife at the time of marriage), desiring chastity (i.e. taking them in legal wedlock) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not committing illegal sexual intercourse, nor taking them as girl-friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; And whosoever disbelieves in the Oneness of Allâh and in all the other Articles of Faith [i.e. His (Allâh's), Angels, His Holy Books, His Messengers, the Day of Resurrection and Al¬Qadar (Divine Preordainments)], then fruitless is his work, and in the Hereafter he will be among the losers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now days the hardest thing is to get a person who really follow Allah. We called Allah by the name but not from the heart. Person with out Hikmah. This kind of people are now days spoiling the name of Islam. They don’t pray five times to GOD but they pray females like a dirty lion. We should low down our eyes when we see opposite sex but we look at them like a Raven. How to take it for one time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;An-Noor (24:30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tell the believing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;men to lower their gaze &lt;/span&gt;(from looking at forbidden things), and protect their private parts (from illegal sexual acts, etc.). That is purer for them. Verily, Allâh is All-Aware of what they do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In our mind is now days like a street dog. Open sex, no barrier in the life! No guide line! Only know how to use condom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some time I think our mind is always covered by Condom. The good thinking can’t go inside the mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Telling the truth to the close friends &amp;amp; next moment your close friends will be come our enemy. Are they our real friends (Human)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-6895588078654912069?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/6895588078654912069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=6895588078654912069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/6895588078654912069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/6895588078654912069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/12/oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-life.html' title='OoooooooooHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh  Life.................................'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R2QHz8K_s2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tDk5gqvrLTA/s72-c/opu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-269446824491362461</id><published>2007-12-12T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:07:12.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Hypocrite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R17UleNb6DI/AAAAAAAAAII/QvYnxmErEos/s1600-h/DSCN2125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R17UleNb6DI/AAAAAAAAAII/QvYnxmErEos/s320/DSCN2125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142781564733351986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just finishe reading Quran. I feels very guilty about my self. Reading Quran but can’t follow up the commandments. Then what kind of Muslim I am? It is better to be a dog. My friends do adultery and they proudly say to every one how they did sex &amp;amp; how many times. What kind of animal I am that keep listening those &amp;amp; can’t stop them. Both male female willing committed the adultery how to stop them. Both of them know it is Haram. I am a hypocrite. I told them but no use of it. I am really a pure hypocrite that read Quran, Belive in one Allah (GOD) but can’t follow up his commandments. I become a holey person now. I can’t imagine now what kind of Muslim I am. Totally hypocrite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-269446824491362461?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/269446824491362461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=269446824491362461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/269446824491362461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/269446824491362461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/12/totally-hypocrite.html' title='Totally Hypocrite.'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R17UleNb6DI/AAAAAAAAAII/QvYnxmErEos/s72-c/DSCN2125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-460879295545919465</id><published>2007-12-11T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:25:25.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time &amp; tide wait for no one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now days I feels very lonely. In MMU anything happens to me or I face any problem there is two people always take care of me all the time. They are like my father. They guide me exactly like my father. Now the time come up both of them are leaving MMU. I will stay alone in MMU. When I need to be scold they scold me. Now any things happen to me how I will take suggestion &amp;amp; get advice for my self. Now I believe my time is totally bad now. My both hand is cut off. Now I am like a handless person. Allah Knows Better. Now only Allah can help me to stay alive. Allah (GOD) gave me the Quran (The Book) but some times I need a expert to guide me from the Quran. Fesabilillah. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-460879295545919465?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/460879295545919465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=460879295545919465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/460879295545919465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/460879295545919465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/12/time-tide-wait-for-no-one.html' title='Time &amp; tide wait for no one!'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-6746079003454126465</id><published>2007-12-11T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:07:13.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in my hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R11mtEbx7II/AAAAAAAAAIA/bcbGRkgAYR8/s1600-h/IMG0092A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R11mtEbx7II/AAAAAAAAAIA/bcbGRkgAYR8/s320/IMG0092A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142379273997380738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R11mW0bx7HI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yW8YiRqoN3E/s1600-h/IMG0091A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R11mW0bx7HI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yW8YiRqoN3E/s320/IMG0091A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142378891745291378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my life in MMU. Every day heavy mosquito in room. So how to stay alive? I follow the Killer Coil. But the Killer coil kill, me not effective to the Malaysian Mosquito. If I put one coil then no output. When I put three Killer coil then the Mosquito go to sleep for a while. Now days I think if possible I will eat burned coil. Can save money. To save my blood I spend a lot every night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-6746079003454126465?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/6746079003454126465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=6746079003454126465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/6746079003454126465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/6746079003454126465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-in-my-hand.html' title='Life in my hand'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R11mtEbx7II/AAAAAAAAAIA/bcbGRkgAYR8/s72-c/IMG0092A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-3773223520005110305</id><published>2007-12-07T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:07:13.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a street Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R1gs3Ebx7EI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1Zy3MvijU9A/s1600-h/DSCN2089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R1gs3Ebx7EI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1Zy3MvijU9A/s320/DSCN2089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140908299238108226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R1goz0bx7DI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GlaCWpol4ik/s1600-h/yangon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I learn another good lesson. Some peoples in this world are crazy selfish. I talk with them politely but the response I got from them like I am a street dog. It is very nice feelings. Just talk or give message to them very funny way but get the message reply from them very rude way. I am 100% sure if I reply them the way they reply my message, they will never talk with me later on. I now days couldn’t manage to receive respect &amp;amp; care. Maybe my time is not good now. I think people forgot how to respect &amp;amp; talk politely. But it is a nice feeling when I can feel that I am a street Dog. Only thing I can’t bite like the Dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-3773223520005110305?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/3773223520005110305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=3773223520005110305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/3773223520005110305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/3773223520005110305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-street-dog.html' title='I am a street Dog'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R1gs3Ebx7EI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1Zy3MvijU9A/s72-c/DSCN2089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-8420105257047740277</id><published>2007-12-05T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T03:04:10.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Human</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                    It was early in the morning at four,&lt;br /&gt;                   When death knocked upon a bedroom door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Who is there?  The sleeping one cried.&lt;br /&gt;                     I'm Malakul Mawt, let me  inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     At once, the man began to  shiver,&lt;br /&gt;                     As one sweating in deadly  fever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     He shouted to his sleeping  wife,&lt;br /&gt;                     Don't let him take away my  life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Please go away, O Angel of  Death!&lt;br /&gt;                    Leave me alone; I'm not ready  yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         My family on me  depends,&lt;br /&gt;                   Give me a chance, O please  prepense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    The angel knocked again and  again,&lt;br /&gt;                Friend! I'll take your life without a  pain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Tis your soul Allah  requires,&lt;br /&gt;                      I come not with my own  desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Bewildered, the man began to  cry,&lt;br /&gt;                       O Angel I'm so afraid to  die,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   I'll give you gold and be your  slave,&lt;br /&gt;                     Don't send me to the unlit  grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Let me in, O Friend! The Angel  said,&lt;br /&gt;                   Open the door; get up from your  bed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        If you do not allow me  in,&lt;br /&gt;                   I will walk through it, like a  Jinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   The man held a gun in his right  hand,&lt;br /&gt;                     Ready to defy the Angel's  stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   I'll point my gun, towards your  head,&lt;br /&gt;                  You dare come in; I'll shoot you  dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     By now the Angel was in the  room,&lt;br /&gt;                  Saying, O Friend! Prepare for you  doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Foolish man, Angels never  die,&lt;br /&gt;                   Put down your gun and do not  sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Why are you afraid! Tell me O  man,&lt;br /&gt;                     To die according to Allah's  plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Come smile at me, do not be  grim,&lt;br /&gt;                        Be Happy to return to  Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     O Angel! I bow my head in  shame,&lt;br /&gt;                    I had no time to take Allah's  Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;From morning till dusk, I  made my wealth,&lt;br /&gt;                      Not even caring for my  health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Allah's command I never  obeyed,&lt;br /&gt;                    Nor five times a day I ever  prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    A Ramadan came and a Ramadan  went,&lt;br /&gt;                       But no time had I to  repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     The Hajj was already FARD on  me,&lt;br /&gt;                    But I would not part with my  money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        All char ties I did  ignore,&lt;br /&gt;                        Taking usury more and  more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Sometimes I sipped my favorite  wine,&lt;br /&gt;                   With flirting women I sat to  dine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         O Angel! I appeal to  you,&lt;br /&gt;                     Spare my life for a year or  two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      The Laws of Quran I will  obey,&lt;br /&gt;                      I'll begin SALAT this very  day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    My Fast and Hajj, I will  complete,&lt;br /&gt;                     And keep away from  self-conceit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        I will refrain from  usury,&lt;br /&gt;                    And give all my wealth to  charity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Wine and wenches I will  detest,&lt;br /&gt;                     Allah's oneness I will  attest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     We Angels do what Allah  demands,&lt;br /&gt;                    We cannot go against His  commands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Death is ordained for  everyone,&lt;br /&gt;                     Father, mother, daughter or  son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   I'm afraid this moment is your  last,&lt;br /&gt;                      Now be reminded, of your  past,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        I do understand your  fears,&lt;br /&gt;                     But it is now too late for  tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               You lived in this world, two score and  more,&lt;br /&gt;                     Never did you, your people  adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Your parents, you did not  obey,&lt;br /&gt;                     Hungry beggars, you turned  away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Your two ill-gotten, female  offspring,&lt;br /&gt;                 In nightclubs, for livelihood they  sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Instead of making more  Muslims,&lt;br /&gt;                    You made your children  non-Muslims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     You ignored the Mua'dhin  Adhaan,&lt;br /&gt;                     Nor did you read the Holy  Quran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Breaking promises all your  life,&lt;br /&gt;                  Backbiting friends, and causing  strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 From hoarded goods, great profits you  made,&lt;br /&gt;                   And your poor workers, you  underpaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Horses and cards were your  leisure,&lt;br /&gt;                     Moneymaking was your  pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    You ate vitamins and grew more  fat,&lt;br /&gt;                    With the very sick, you never  sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      A pint of blood you never  gave,&lt;br /&gt;                      Which could a little baby  save?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   O Human, you have done enough  wrong,&lt;br /&gt;                  You bought good properties for a  song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      When the farmers appealed to  you,&lt;br /&gt;                     You did not have mercy, tis  true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Paradise for you? I cannot  tell,&lt;br /&gt;                    Undoubtedly you will dwell in  hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   There is no time for you to  repent,&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'll take your soul for  which I am sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     The ending however, is very  sad,&lt;br /&gt;                       Eventually the man became  mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     With a cry, he jumped out of  bed,&lt;br /&gt;                     And suddenly, he fell down  dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      O Reader! Take moral from  here,&lt;br /&gt;                  You never know, your end may be  near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Change your living and make  amends&lt;br /&gt;                    For heaven, on your deeds  depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        If this poem inspires  you,&lt;br /&gt;                         It can help someone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-8420105257047740277?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/8420105257047740277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=8420105257047740277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/8420105257047740277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/8420105257047740277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/12/human.html' title='The Human'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-1543310769643945070</id><published>2007-12-05T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T03:00:41.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THREE WORST MEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There were three men competing to see who was the worst one in  the  world.&lt;br /&gt;The first one attacked a woman, beat her until her teeth fell out  and  she bled from her nose and ears. He beat her so savagely that she  fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned to the others and said, "I am the worst one of  all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man stepped up to rape her and beat her further  until   she was almost dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned to the others and said, "No one can be  worse than me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third one stepped up and said, "No, I am the worst  one even  though  I just stood by and watched, for this woman is my  sister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman is Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first man is Saddam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  second is the West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third is the MUSLIM WORLD that stood by and did  nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-1543310769643945070?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/1543310769643945070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=1543310769643945070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/1543310769643945070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/1543310769643945070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/12/three-worst-men.html' title='THREE WORST MEN'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-5487799987187937998</id><published>2007-12-05T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:07:13.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex is daily food for us now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R1WeRUbx7CI/AAAAAAAAAHY/beOj1TGlJ58/s1600-h/thinkpositive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R1WeRUbx7CI/AAAAAAAAAHY/beOj1TGlJ58/s320/thinkpositive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140188570093480994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R1WeK0bx7BI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Uxg_KEzvhaY/s1600-h/youcheat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R1WeK0bx7BI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Uxg_KEzvhaY/s320/youcheat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140188458424331282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night I saw one girl in the ground floor waiting for her boyfriend. So suddenly one of my neighbors came to my door &amp;amp; knock. I open the door. He diretly ask me “Bro do you have condom” I really want to punch him at that moment. But couldn’t manage to do. I just control my anger. He told me that he is now going to Cyberia to have sex with that girl downstairs. The girl was so happy that time. I feels mad that time. How come both of them are not married &amp;amp; will not marry. Doing sex! Is this life? We human cheat our self only for five to fifty minutes illegal sex. I can’t get this kind of people, what they will do with their husband &amp;amp; wife after marriage. They did everything before marriage with some one else. For them sex is everything. When I told my friend that please leave my room. When he left my room, he told me I am Gay. I don’t know how to use my male organ. Some peoples are totally brainless. Every one got sex demand but it doesn’t means that we have to do it like a Dog. Now day’s male, females both become shameless. No basic of religious faith. Only can see sex. Some times I think this kind of people if they got a dog they will do sex with dog also. We are getting out of our control day by day. I some times think our brain works like this way. We see necked out of good things. I relay feels very guilty that I couldn’t manage to stop my friend. No matter what he did I believe I will get some sin, because I must should stop him. I fail to do so……………………..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-5487799987187937998?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/5487799987187937998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=5487799987187937998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/5487799987187937998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/5487799987187937998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/12/sex-is-daily-food-for-us-now.html' title='Sex is daily food for us now!'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R1WeRUbx7CI/AAAAAAAAAHY/beOj1TGlJ58/s72-c/thinkpositive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-1881133123170035208</id><published>2007-12-02T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T06:16:40.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am also become a Hippocrates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I read some serious articles. It is all about human life. Some times I think we males are bustard. Father rapes the daughter, Brother Rape sister. Now days I fells shame on my self as a human. I am also same kind species. Why we become like this? Where is our human system? If the system runs like this then one day will come my own daughter will scare to come near to my. My sister will afraid to see my face. What’s wrong with us? Now days we become totally beast. Some times I think better die. What will happen to the next generation? What teachings we will give to our children? We don’t practice sex only. We forgot the ethics. Moral behavior, principles. Where are those things? What we are studying from books? We are using our brain to makes the good things bad. I really feels shame on my self. I so far called male. I am same gender with those beast. Shame on me. I believe the nature will curse us very soon, Because we are not taking any actions against those issues. I am also become a Hippocrates. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-1881133123170035208?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/1881133123170035208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=1881133123170035208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/1881133123170035208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/1881133123170035208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-also-become-hippocrates.html' title='I am also become a Hippocrates.'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-2659028931230039668</id><published>2007-11-27T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T03:33:45.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mental strength first</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nowdays I am going through some hard mental time. It doesn’t mean that I am broke. Every moment I am learning some thing new. I got some friends they really don’t know, who is their father? So far they are mentally upset. Last time when I meet them I just told them to cheer up but all the time they looks sad &amp;amp; little bit lack of trust to the people. They can’t trust people so easily. That time I always told them that make the life beautiful. If  we try we can make the life beautiful. They always feels mental pressure. Now days I can realize there feelings. I got a very simple problem in my life. But it takes a log period of time from me to over come. Some moments of life are very hard to erase. I am trying to make my life like last time but I am going through some hard time. But it is true I am learning everyday. We can change our life by our doings but we need that kind of mental strength to do it. Some words are very easy to say but to follow up in the real life it is very hard to do. Now days I stop giving suggestion to the people. Because I believe I need to get my mental strength first. Over coming slowly slowly. But I believe Allah will give me power more than last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-2659028931230039668?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/2659028931230039668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=2659028931230039668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/2659028931230039668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/2659028931230039668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-mental-strength-first.html' title='My mental strength first'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-6074042931009212902</id><published>2007-11-25T13:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:07:14.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory of Failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R0kPRWChFYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ImIAtCSxCkQ/s1600-h/Picture+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R0kPRWChFYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ImIAtCSxCkQ/s320/Picture+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136653640641090946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today when I woke up, I just remember only one thing that I fail to make my parents happy. So I was so upset since morning. Now days many of my seniors just ask me why I looks so deadly. Not like last time. This kind of personal thing I can’t share with anyone. I am such a person who couldn’t manage to make my parents happy the day I bourn till today. I just gave them only one thing is called problem. So after noon one of my friend called me &amp;amp; ask me to go out with him. We went out together. My friend is facing same problem. Can’t get a wife for him. We can see many females in the society but how to get our type from the society? Both of us fail to get one. We just share how stupid we are that can’t get a single wife for us. Many people got many girlfriends &amp;amp; we can’t get a good girl for us. The problem we are searching girls of our type. Which we called “Our types” make all the problem. Some times I think that I might be the stupid one that makes the thing hard. I never think that my wife will do this or that for me. But I want my wife will follow the commands what Allah has given to us. Some time I feels better to live this world alone. But as a human I have to get married. Some times I think why I am so confused? I can’t do this &amp;amp; that. I believe I need some times to make mind in track. But I enjoy my beautiful evening with my friend. This is my picture……………. A 100% failure person in life…………………………&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R0kOm2ChFXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ku1vVkD0tZE/s1600-h/Picture+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R0kOm2ChFXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ku1vVkD0tZE/s320/Picture+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136652910496650610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eat like a dog &amp;amp; shit like a pig. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R0kOF2ChFWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QqXt7HByEzc/s1600-h/Picture+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R0kOF2ChFWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QqXt7HByEzc/s320/Picture+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136652343560967522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Victory for failure in life. I always represent the failure with victory........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R0kNomChFVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xRoXx6bfco0/s1600-h/Picture+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R0kNomChFVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xRoXx6bfco0/s320/Picture+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136651841049793874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R0kNBWChFUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kq8ShLPrs44/s1600-h/Picture+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R0kNBWChFUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kq8ShLPrs44/s320/Picture+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136651166739928386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture represent me that I am a 100% stupid man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R0kMRGChFTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DZFEOJ8Tjko/s1600-h/DSCN3656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R0kMRGChFTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DZFEOJ8Tjko/s320/DSCN3656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136650337811240242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Picture represnt my life. Front side is bright but the back is totally dark &amp;amp; dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-6074042931009212902?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/6074042931009212902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=6074042931009212902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/6074042931009212902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/6074042931009212902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/11/victory-of-failure.html' title='Victory of Failure'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R0kPRWChFYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ImIAtCSxCkQ/s72-c/Picture+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-3065654818781518694</id><published>2007-11-24T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:07:14.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My house Dog is better than me...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R0cg92ChFSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3Os7zBSXI40/s1600-h/DSCN0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R0cg92ChFSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3Os7zBSXI40/s320/DSCN0732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136110146889520418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am a failure to make my parents happy. This is one of my most unsuccessful achievements of my life. I always try to make my parents happy. That is one of the reasons that I want to follow the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Seattle&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; marriage. My mother will choose the girl for me. So I believe if they choose the girl for me then they will get a different kind of peace in their heart. True to say I got my own wish. As a mature person I like some character of the females. I sacrifice of those only to make my parents happy. My life is like this, can’t do anything properly. I am a pure stupid useless piece of rust metal in the dustbin. I went back to my family. But I fail to make my parents happy. When I went back to my family that time I got a message that, the girl my parents choose she got boyfriend. So all the dreams my parents dreamed become a broken mirror. I never think that I will fail to makes my parents happy. I try my best to make my parents happy &amp;amp; give them a peace. But I am a stupid dump. I don’t know why from my child hood I gives them only trouble. Trouble without anything. Some times I can’t imagine the way I makes their life messy. Some times I think my house dog is better that me. At least my dogs give the service to my parents. What I did? Nothing but the problems to them. I thought I will give them a very good &amp;amp; happy moment. But when we know the girl my parents choose for me she got boyfriend all the things go very very hard for us. My parents look at me &amp;amp; cry. They start blaming them selves. I am such a thing that can’t make my God &amp;amp; parents happy. I don’t how to express. Only thing I can do cry in the toilet. In front of the parents I can’t cry. I have to show them my happy face. Now the time I am going through to makes my parents happy, I have to do drama, that I am very happy. What kind of hypocrite I am! Some times I just think I need to improve my self a lot. Because I am stupid &amp;amp; dump that’s why I fail to make my parents happy. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-3065654818781518694?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/3065654818781518694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=3065654818781518694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/3065654818781518694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/3065654818781518694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-house-dog-is-better-than-me.html' title='My house Dog is better than me...........'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/R0cg92ChFSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3Os7zBSXI40/s72-c/DSCN0732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-3162527908672326930</id><published>2007-11-17T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T17:10:44.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money For Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is the purpose of money? We need a good house &amp;amp; food. Other things we go for what? Now days what I can see…………… Log in the internet people open porn website. Pay money to download those. People go for live together &amp;amp; enjoy life by money. Some take afim, heroin, eyaba, ice. For what? Just to get some mental peace by money. Are we in the right path. We make our mother hood nude in the internet &amp;amp; some beast like to pay money for those. We human encourage the bad people to do that kind of things. Sex for what? This is a gift from God for Husband &amp;amp; Wife. But real time what we do? We buy sex through money. At the end what we get? Sleeping with a female for a while &amp;amp; enjoy. Is there any difference between dogs &amp;amp; human? Dogs do like that but can’t pay. But human can pay money. Some times some male get girlfriend just for sex! Same like dog. Only sex. This kind of people are curse for the society. Why why man go for this kind of things. Some females are also like this. What I found from my research at the end suffer is the female. Either get pregnant or kicked out from the society. We human go only for money &amp;amp; sex. Never think to love our family &amp;amp; nature. Why we never take care our children properly? Why we never try to fix problem in the society? Why we human hunger for sex? …………………………… At the end of our life we have to die. Money can’t take with us. Our soul &amp;amp; deeds will follow us…………………. Money for what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-3162527908672326930?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/3162527908672326930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=3162527908672326930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/3162527908672326930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/3162527908672326930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/11/money-for-nothing.html' title='Money For Nothing'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-6997430154189682228</id><published>2007-11-17T16:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:07:15.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid event in MMU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Rz6qB2ChFRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0C2FfHSDJiE/s1600-h/Resized_Picture+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Rz6qB2ChFRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0C2FfHSDJiE/s320/Resized_Picture+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133727573911606546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last three years all the motivation &amp;amp; help I got in my personal life from these three brothers. Actually we are so close like we can read each others mind by see each others face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Rz6p9GChFQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6nLXue7UFu8/s1600-h/Resized_Picture+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Rz6p9GChFQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6nLXue7UFu8/s320/Resized_Picture+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133727492307227906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am with my committee members in the Eid event and our President is with us in the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Rz6p4WChFPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-JQH1Y-vAkY/s1600-h/Resized_Picture+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Rz6p4WChFPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-JQH1Y-vAkY/s320/Resized_Picture+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133727410702849266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me &amp;amp; one of my good friend. One very funny thing happened on the event. All the foreigner we dress black color. It looks very funny. We never discuss about our dress &amp;amp; color. But in the event it looks very funny. All foreigners dress black.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-6997430154189682228?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/6997430154189682228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=6997430154189682228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/6997430154189682228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/6997430154189682228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/11/eid-event-in-mmu.html' title='Eid event in MMU'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Rz6qB2ChFRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0C2FfHSDJiE/s72-c/Resized_Picture+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-6023780230265056566</id><published>2007-11-16T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T01:19:31.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do Muslims believe about Jesus?</title><content type='html'>Muslims respect and revere Jesus (peace be upon him) , and await his second coming. They consider him one of the greatest of God’s messengers to mankind....&lt;br /&gt;A Muslim never refers to him simply as `Jesus', but always adds the phrase "peace be upon him." The Qur’aan confirms his virgin birth (a chapter of the Qur’aan is entitled `Mary') in her time, and Mary is considered the purest woman in all creation. The Qur’aan describes the creation of Jesus as follows (interpretation of the meaning):&lt;br /&gt;"Behold! the Angel said, `God has chosen you, and purified you, and chosen you above the women of all nations. O Mary, God gives you glad tidings of a word from Him, whose name shall be the Messiah, Jesus son of Mary, honored in this world and the Hereafter, and one that shall speak to the people from his cradle and in maturity, and shall be of the righteous.' She said: `O my Lord! How shall I have a son when no man has touched me?' He said: `Even so; God creates what He wills. When He decrees a thing, He but says to it, "Be!" and it is." [Quran 3:42-7]Jesus (peace be upon him) was born miraculously through the same power which had brought Adam (peace be upon him) into being without a father:"Truly, the likeness of Jesus unto Allaah is as the likeness of Adam. He created him of dust, and then said to him, `Be!' and he was." [ Quran 3:59 ]During his prophetic mission, Jesus (peace be upon him) was granted and performed many miracles. The Qur’aan tells us that he said (interpretation of meaning):"I have come to you with a sign from your Lord: I make for you out of the clay, as it were, the figure of a bird, and breathe into it and it becomes a bird by Allaah’s leave. And I heal the blind and the lepers, and I raise the dead by Allaah’s leave." [Quran 3:49]Other miracles include speaking soon after birth in defense of his mother's piety. God's other gifts to him included healing the blind and the sick, reviving the dead, and, most importantly, the message he was carrying. These miracles were granted to him by God to establish him as a prophet. According to the Qur’aan, he was not crucified, but only appeared so; instead, Allaah raised him unto Heaven. (Quraan, Chapter Maryam) Neither Muhammad (peace be upon him), nor Jesus (peace be upon him), came to change the basic doctrine of the belief in one God, brought by earlier prophets, but to confirm and renew it. In the Quran Jesus (peace be upon him), is reported as saying that he came: " To attest the law which was before me. And to make lawful to you part of what was forbidden you; I have come to you with a sign form your Lord, so fear God and obey me." [Quran 3:50]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-6023780230265056566?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/6023780230265056566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=6023780230265056566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/6023780230265056566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/6023780230265056566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-do-muslims-believe-about-jesus.html' title='What do Muslims believe about Jesus?'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-3677815716827302307</id><published>2007-11-16T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:59:09.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Selfish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I learn one big facts today. More &amp;amp; more the world is progressing more &amp;amp; more we are getting selfish. The output we can see the social disorder in our life. We never think for our parents, family, friends &amp;amp; most important our God. We just go for our vision. Never think of our life what we are trying to get? Only money &amp;amp; sex. Is this real life? Some go for females. This week this female &amp;amp; next week another one. But they forgot that they got mother. Some go for money. The way they are getting money is legal or not? The way we are working is it harming the society? We just think our self only. This is the big fact now days that no one is caring for others. So the output is clubbing, free sex, drugs, Aids, school kids get chain smoker, no one care for old parents. When we see bad we never stop any one. So every one do the same thing then who will protest against the bad? Now days can feel only one thing! Am I a human? Do I have the character of human? I believe I become a stupid robot what our society want. Now days we don’t have any principle. Only one thing we follow is money. This money will makes us monkey very soon……………….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-3677815716827302307?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/3677815716827302307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=3677815716827302307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/3677815716827302307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/3677815716827302307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/11/getting-selfish.html' title='Getting Selfish'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-4937779143488363949</id><published>2007-11-15T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T00:37:55.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today get insulted by the young brother sisters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I am very frustrated. Some of my close young sisters insult me today. I feel very bad. I never ask help from them to help me. What I ask to help Islam. But at the end what I get? I got very good, interesting &amp;amp; diplomatic harsh sentence. Why my life is like this I have no Idea. Some times I think I shouldn’t believe any human. I don’t know, May be I did a great sin that’s why God is giving me punishment in this world &amp;amp; after death full hell fire. Some times I trust my young brother &amp;amp; sisters. They give their commitments. But at the end they turn up &amp;amp; show me their back. Now I am thinking what I am doing? How I will full fill the gap? How to over come my mind. I am a very emotional person, only when any of my close young brothers &amp;amp; sisters tells me bad. Today I feel like I eat my own shit. Life I have to carry on. But the way I get heat by the close people I can’t digest these any more. I never push them too much only thing I ask them to help me for Allah that is the problem. Now I don’t know how to cry…………… I need to go to toilet &amp;amp; need to cry for ten to fifteen minutes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-4937779143488363949?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/4937779143488363949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=4937779143488363949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/4937779143488363949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/4937779143488363949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-get-insulted-by-young-brother.html' title='Today get insulted by the young brother sisters.'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-8717838469180533370</id><published>2007-11-13T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:07:16.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life in the Christian Fellow Ship camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Rzic2r_sGAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_AB_WURzgdo/s1600-h/groupphoto_cfcamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132024238725404674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Rzic2r_sGAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_AB_WURzgdo/s320/groupphoto_cfcamp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our group picture in the Camp. My friends all the time welcome me to join the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132022542213322722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/RzibT7_sF-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/SKRUQ2jSwpE/s320/DSCN3647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Rzibar_sF_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/roHWjJNYQrs/s1600-h/DSCN3632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132022658177439730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Rzibar_sF_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/roHWjJNYQrs/s320/DSCN3632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am in PD with my friends. I am at the back side of the church. This place is a very romantic place to enjoy but I was alone. My wife is where I don't know? This kind of moments I always miss my wife. Grab her hand and walk alone. What a romantic time but I was alone &amp;amp; still praying to Allah for my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/RzibOL_sF9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/uXoqAV438YE/s1600-h/DSCN3654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132022443429074898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/RzibOL_sF9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/uXoqAV438YE/s320/DSCN3654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/RzibEb_sF8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/XSBmUyV69f8/s1600-h/DSCN3656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132022275925350338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/RzibEb_sF8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/XSBmUyV69f8/s320/DSCN3656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am inside the Church. I know a lot from my friends. Many unknown things I discover from the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/RziaSb_sF7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/k8xYKba4VBw/s1600-h/DSCN3667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132021416931891122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/RziaSb_sF7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/k8xYKba4VBw/s320/DSCN3667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the place we went for Fellowship Camp. This is a place where we can know a lot about Christian religion. No matter I am a Muslim &amp;amp; my religion is Islam but Islam always teach us to search for truth &amp;amp; learn more. So I belive I went to the right place to know more about Christian Religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-8717838469180533370?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/8717838469180533370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=8717838469180533370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/8717838469180533370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/8717838469180533370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-life-in-christian-fellow-ship-camp.html' title='My life in the Christian Fellow Ship camp'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Rzic2r_sGAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_AB_WURzgdo/s72-c/groupphoto_cfcamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-1918390235556974445</id><published>2007-11-11T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T02:30:45.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thinking</title><content type='html'>Today I don't know why I am thinking that I didn't enjoy my life. From my child hood I got chance to enjoy my life but I never enjoy my life becasue of responsibilities. My friends all of them enjoy all the time. They go here there. But for me I can't go here there. I always think that I have to ask money from my father. The I feels very shy to ask money from my father. All the time I go through this kond of problems. Some times I earn money but that time I feels like I should not enjoy. I reserve those money for my tution fees. Now days I think then when I will enjoy my life. Some times I think when I will deside to enjoy my life that time my mind will not support me to enjoy. Why I am like this? Why why! Some times I think I am a pure stupid. Nowdays I am really feels very upset about my life. What I did till now? What I will do? All the things are very dark about my life. My father think that I will be some one very soon. But I think I will be nothing. Nowdays I don't like to go out from my room. I would like stay alone &amp;amp; don't like to talk with any one. Why I am doing this &amp;amp; why I am thinking like this way I don't know. May be ALlah knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-1918390235556974445?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/1918390235556974445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=1918390235556974445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/1918390235556974445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/1918390235556974445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-thinking.html' title='My Thinking'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-2842845392582192929</id><published>2007-11-09T14:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:07:16.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cousin Omi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/RzQDZL_sF6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/IFDba2RMo2c/s1600-h/DSCN0554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130729606733371298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/RzQDZL_sF6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/IFDba2RMo2c/s320/DSCN0554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/RzQDT7_sF5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/15BxqzVqsKc/s1600-h/DSCN0773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130729516539058066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/RzQDT7_sF5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/15BxqzVqsKc/s320/DSCN0773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my cousin. His name is Omi. We were on the way fromChittagong to Dhaka. But on the way he got heavy pressure of natural call. So when he was realising his raw material I took the best shots. Hai Omi. How is the pic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-2842845392582192929?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/2842845392582192929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=2842845392582192929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/2842845392582192929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/2842845392582192929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-cousin-omi.html' title='My cousin Omi'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/RzQDZL_sF6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/IFDba2RMo2c/s72-c/DSCN0554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-2678849977593226729</id><published>2007-11-09T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:07:16.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/RzM7kr_sF4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/zXO9oTm2nlE/s1600-h/DSCN2899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130509901976311682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/RzM7kr_sF4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/zXO9oTm2nlE/s320/DSCN2899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday was my birthday. Normally I don’t like to celebrate my birthday. I think, I lost one year from my life. Most of the people wish me that I will get a good wife. But now I believe that most of the females search for security. They never try to get a good human. Now days I can’t think to get married with a woman. For me Woman is a common problem some subject. I am not saying all the females are bad. No, but most of them are like that. I believe life means sacrifice &amp;amp; mutual understand. But how many of us now want to do sacrifice normal day life. All we go for money &amp;amp; rich life. Some one want to be a professional, some one want to be a MD but no one want to be a good house wife. All of them just think to enjoy the life. For me this is not life. Happy life means sharing &amp;amp; spend time for each other. So now days I just think only one thing. No need to get married. Be a good human &amp;amp; lead the life. For me females are very poisonous. It is like Poison Ive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-2678849977593226729?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/2678849977593226729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=2678849977593226729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/2678849977593226729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/2678849977593226729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/RzM7kr_sF4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/zXO9oTm2nlE/s72-c/DSCN2899.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-9022824273323341495</id><published>2007-11-05T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:07:19.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some special moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry814HrjD7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/OFgdSVm6PuQ/s1600-h/wwe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry814HrjD7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/OFgdSVm6PuQ/s320/wwe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129377738848931762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Be careful I am the Man...............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry81wnrjD6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/-g2cT_DrrNI/s1600-h/DSCN0473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry81wnrjD6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/-g2cT_DrrNI/s320/DSCN0473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129377609999912866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry81rHrjD5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/tqi1e8nB5Vc/s1600-h/DSCN0456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry81rHrjD5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/tqi1e8nB5Vc/s320/DSCN0456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129377515510632338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry81kXrjD4I/AAAAAAAAADs/RlceDLRjQVk/s1600-h/DSCN0441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry81kXrjD4I/AAAAAAAAADs/RlceDLRjQVk/s320/DSCN0441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129377399546515330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry81YXrjD3I/AAAAAAAAADk/33eYkDh6lmc/s1600-h/1130_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry81YXrjD3I/AAAAAAAAADk/33eYkDh6lmc/s320/1130_0024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129377193388085106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry81LnrjD2I/AAAAAAAAADc/XahKXlla91o/s1600-h/DSCN0597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry81LnrjD2I/AAAAAAAAADc/XahKXlla91o/s320/DSCN0597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129376974344752994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;This is one of the ancient old Hindu Temple where Hindu Believe that Sita was send to the jungleand this is the place. I couldn't manage to get in because I am Muslim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry8073rjD1I/AAAAAAAAADU/kRULa-y2SeY/s1600-h/DSCN0535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry8073rjD1I/AAAAAAAAADU/kRULa-y2SeY/s320/DSCN0535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129376703761813330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;This is my naughty nephew&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry80xXrjD0I/AAAAAAAAADM/hn3GJZ3TVfI/s1600-h/DSCN0443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry80xXrjD0I/AAAAAAAAADM/hn3GJZ3TVfI/s320/DSCN0443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129376523373186882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;My Mother &amp;amp; Father&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry80l3rjDzI/AAAAAAAAADE/N5Y6-n2j6t8/s1600-h/DSCN0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry80l3rjDzI/AAAAAAAAADE/N5Y6-n2j6t8/s320/DSCN0139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129376325804691250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;One of my distance relative. He can eat lots of food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry80NHrjDyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/co_MZa44U98/s1600-h/DSC_6346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry80NHrjDyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/co_MZa44U98/s320/DSC_6346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129375900602928930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I am with my traditional dress. All the student ware traditional dress. One my young MMU sister want to took picture with my traditional dress&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry80BnrjDxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uoZ5TJaYe00/s1600-h/DSC_3404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry80BnrjDxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uoZ5TJaYe00/s320/DSC_3404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129375703034433298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;This is one of my beloved brother in Malaysia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry8zsHrjDwI/AAAAAAAAACs/E0Z53a53PYo/s1600-h/DSC_6347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry8zsHrjDwI/AAAAAAAAACs/E0Z53a53PYo/s320/DSC_6347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129375333667245826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;f Allah gave me one Brother then I would ask Allah to give a brother like Reza&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry8zVnrjDvI/AAAAAAAAACk/AoKWjrJCzuU/s1600-h/_9103311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry8zVnrjDvI/AAAAAAAAACk/AoKWjrJCzuU/s320/_9103311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129374947120189170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Alone life in Malaysia. Some times I feels very frustrated.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry8y6nrjDuI/AAAAAAAAACc/tQRXrGfrr-A/s1600-h/DSCN0238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry8y6nrjDuI/AAAAAAAAACc/tQRXrGfrr-A/s320/DSCN0238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129374483263721186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I believe if I become mad one day I am sure I will looks like this or more worse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-9022824273323341495?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/9022824273323341495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=9022824273323341495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/9022824273323341495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/9022824273323341495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-special-moments.html' title='Some special moments'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry814HrjD7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/OFgdSVm6PuQ/s72-c/wwe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-5220561481887474908</id><published>2007-11-05T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:07:20.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moheskhali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry38h3rjDtI/AAAAAAAAACU/GhbVZw2Wezw/s1600-h/DSCN0589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry38h3rjDtI/AAAAAAAAACU/GhbVZw2Wezw/s320/DSCN0589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129033209457348306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry38G3rjDsI/AAAAAAAAACM/fG05gpe4_JY/s1600-h/DSCN0588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry38G3rjDsI/AAAAAAAAACM/fG05gpe4_JY/s320/DSCN0588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129032745600880322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;This pagoda where Buddha always did meditation. He choose this place because it is top of the island &amp;amp; no human stay there that time. Only some animals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry371XrjDrI/AAAAAAAAACE/QzBvdvA1d90/s1600-h/DSCN0584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry371XrjDrI/AAAAAAAAACE/QzBvdvA1d90/s320/DSCN0584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129032444953169586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Inside the temple got 25 feet long Buddhas statue. People can't take picture because it is made of very ancient old metal which is called eighth metal. Looks like gold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry37e3rjDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rHPu3IW4-qQ/s1600-h/DSCN0582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry37e3rjDqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rHPu3IW4-qQ/s320/DSCN0582.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129032058406112930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry37CXrjDpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/2JrWOOaUT5A/s1600-h/DSCN0581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry37CXrjDpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/2JrWOOaUT5A/s320/DSCN0581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129031568779841170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Why they are praying this Elephant &amp;amp;  Rat? I don't get this concept of worship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry36vXrjDoI/AAAAAAAAABs/pY9iHTjGIqg/s1600-h/DSCN0580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry36vXrjDoI/AAAAAAAAABs/pY9iHTjGIqg/s320/DSCN0580.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129031242362326658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry36hXrjDnI/AAAAAAAAABk/XjKmUmxb-lc/s1600-h/DSCN0579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry36hXrjDnI/AAAAAAAAABk/XjKmUmxb-lc/s320/DSCN0579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129031001844158066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry36S3rjDmI/AAAAAAAAABc/b4eiLzZSWTE/s1600-h/DSCN0574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry36S3rjDmI/AAAAAAAAABc/b4eiLzZSWTE/s320/DSCN0574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129030752736054882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry36EHrjDlI/AAAAAAAAABU/NApQcTekjxg/s1600-h/DSCN0573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry36EHrjDlI/AAAAAAAAABU/NApQcTekjxg/s320/DSCN0573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129030499332984402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-5220561481887474908?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/5220561481887474908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=5220561481887474908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/5220561481887474908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/5220561481887474908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/11/moheskhali_5509.html' title='Moheskhali'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry38h3rjDtI/AAAAAAAAACU/GhbVZw2Wezw/s72-c/DSCN0589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-471840757952402345</id><published>2007-11-05T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:07:20.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moheskhali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry35xnrjDkI/AAAAAAAAABM/qzNePLudphs/s1600-h/DSCN0571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry35xnrjDkI/AAAAAAAAABM/qzNePLudphs/s320/DSCN0571.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129030181505404482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;This female young monk is praying. She get little bit angry with me when I took the picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-471840757952402345?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/471840757952402345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=471840757952402345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/471840757952402345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/471840757952402345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/11/moheskhali_9049.html' title='Moheskhali'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry35xnrjDkI/AAAAAAAAABM/qzNePLudphs/s72-c/DSCN0571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-3343000744133047248</id><published>2007-11-05T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:07:20.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moheskhali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry35c3rjDjI/AAAAAAAAABE/mqnJPrcrGVI/s1600-h/DSCN0567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry35c3rjDjI/AAAAAAAAABE/mqnJPrcrGVI/s320/DSCN0567.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129029825023118898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;This is the Pagoda where all the male females monk stay &amp;amp; do worship.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-3343000744133047248?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/3343000744133047248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=3343000744133047248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/3343000744133047248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/3343000744133047248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/11/moheskhali_04.html' title='Moheskhali'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry35c3rjDjI/AAAAAAAAABE/mqnJPrcrGVI/s72-c/DSCN0567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-591207910829467397</id><published>2007-11-05T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:07:21.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moheskhali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry34InrjDgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/keltj-OW9JU/s1600-h/DSCN0562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry34InrjDgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/keltj-OW9JU/s320/DSCN0562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129028377619140098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am in the Sea of Bangle. I am going to the island called MohesKhaki. I spend  30 minutes by speed boat to visit the most ancient city where Buddha went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-591207910829467397?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/591207910829467397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=591207910829467397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/591207910829467397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/591207910829467397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/11/moheskhali.html' title='Moheskhali'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry34InrjDgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/keltj-OW9JU/s72-c/DSCN0562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276386144046513745.post-6461026506934064038</id><published>2007-11-04T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:07:21.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry3U0HrjDcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gNddAqTNhHc/s1600-h/DSCN0459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry3U0HrjDcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gNddAqTNhHc/s320/DSCN0459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128989542524849602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Power is not your's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;It comes from out of the Earth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Be careful, we shall have to be back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Power itself can run&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Power is not your fun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Power is dirty Bull&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Power makes a man Fool&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Love is not a bluff &amp;amp; puff&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Keep it holy and clean&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Never make it rough&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Crying for Heaven &amp;amp; Hell&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;But where is it &amp;amp; how to get?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Misuse makes you, every thing fade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Batter you thing for, butter &amp;amp; bread&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;She might be a princess,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;But --- the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful, devoted on beauty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Thats is my happiness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Not the open Eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Close can see, more and more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;If some one lost the love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Wants to hide&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;is it the artist on you, MONALISA?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Took the ride&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;The World has a&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Command and contro system&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;That is Al-Quran.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;This is very much clean that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Once you must end the run.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276386144046513745-6461026506934064038?l=opulife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/feeds/6461026506934064038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276386144046513745&amp;postID=6461026506934064038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/6461026506934064038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276386144046513745/posts/default/6461026506934064038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://opulife.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-life.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>Rajibul Anam (OPU)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06972654785330302509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXjQMta8ZCM/Ry3U0HrjDcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gNddAqTNhHc/s72-c/DSCN0459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
