I had forgotten the effects of music in our lives...The comunal notice board up Cornex..




The orange flyer says Music festival, the one above it says music for god...the other one says choral concert and the invisible ones on the other side also are mostly about music!!! how empowering...

These are a collection of funny questions and answers asked in court.

Q: What is your date of birth?
A: July fifteen.
Q: What year?
A: Every year.

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Q: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?
A: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.

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Q: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?
A: Yes.
Q: And in what ways does it affect your memory?
A: I forget.
Q: You forget. Can you give us an example of something that you’ve forgotten?

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Q: How old is your son, the one living with you?
A: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can’t remember which.
Q: How long has he lived with you?
A: Forty-five years.

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Q: What was the first thing your husband said to you when he woke that morning?
A: He said, “Where am I, Cathy?”
Q: And why did that upset you?
A: My name is Susan.

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Q: And where was the location of the accident?
A: Approximately milepost 499.
Q: And where is milepost 499?
A: Probably between milepost 498 and 500.

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Q: Sir, what is your IQ?
A: Well, I can see pretty well, I think.

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Q: Did you blow your horn or anything?
A: After the accident?
Q: Before the accident.
A: Sure, I played for ten years. I even went to school for it.

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Q: Trooper, when you stopped the defendant, were your red and blue lights flashing?
A: Yes.
Q: Did the defendant say anything when she got out of her car?
A: Yes, sir.
Q: What did she say?
A: What disco am I at?

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Q: Now doctor, isn’t it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn’t know about it until the next morning?

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Q: The youngest son, the twenty-year old, how old is he?

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Q: Were you present when your picture was taken?

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Q: Was it you or your younger brother who was killed in the war?

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Q: Did he kill you?

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Q: How far apart were the vehicles at the time of the collision?

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Q: You were there until the time you left, is that true?

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Q: How many times have you committed suicide?

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Q: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?
A: Yes.
Q: And what were you doing at that time?

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Q: She had three children, right?
A: Yes.
Q: How many were boys?
A: None.
Q: Were there any girls?

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Q: You say the stairs went down to the basement?
A: Yes.
Q: And these stairs, did they go up also?

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Q: Mr. Slatery, you went on a rather elaborate honeymoon, didn’t you?
A: I went to Europe, Sir.
Q: And you took your new wife?

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Q: How was your first marriage terminated?
A: By death.
Q: And by whose death was it terminated?

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Q: Can you describe the individual?
A: He was about medium height and had a beard.
Q: Was this a male, or a female?

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Q: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?
A: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.

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Q: Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead people?
A: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.

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Q: All your responses must be oral, OK? What school did you go to?
A: Oral.

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Q: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?
A: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.
Q: And Mr. Dennington was dead at the time?
A: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy.

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Q: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?

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Q: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?
A: No.
Q: Did you check for blood pressure?
A: No.
Q: Did you check for breathing?
A: No.
Q: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?
A: No.
Q: How can you be so sure, Doctor?
A: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.
Q: But could the patient have still been alive nevertheless?
A: It is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law somewhere.

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Q: You were not shot in the fracas?
A: No, I was shot midway between the fracas and the navel.

 Assalamoalaikum,

I found this wonderful story on the internet somewhere. Really this will give me hope every time I read it. It had a big effect on me when most things we read on internet do not make any emiotnal effect on us because of the sheer amount of information passing infront of our eyes every day, making us immune to virtually any news/read.

The man who got trapped in an island

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island.

He prayed feverishly for Allah to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements and to store his few possessions.

But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened; everything was lost. He was stunned with grief and anger.

"Allah, how could you do this to me!" he cried. Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him.

"How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they replied.

It is easy to get discouraged when things are going badly. But we shouldn't lose heart, because Allah is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering.

Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground--it just may be a smoke signal that summons The Grace of Allah.

Assalamoalaikum,

It happened a few weeks ago. I went to drop my oldest son at the bus stop for a few days in a  row as opposed to norm when my husband does the job. I would take the youngest with me and on the way back we would spend an hour in the park. It was fun. I had been meaning to write this since then but never had time. It was about the faces.

I would sit there in the park in the morning and many kids going to the village school would pass by the park as a short cut. I would look at their faces and it was surprisng how I had a sense of DejaVu with all of them, I mean really all of them.

I saw the kids with the fed up look on their faces who hadn't done their homework the night before. I saw the kids driving by with their parent, one elbow on the window, face resting on the palm looking out of the car trying to find a way to escape the drive to school. I could almost read in the eyes" I wish we have an accident or I fly away so I won't have to go to school". There were the teacher's pets, all dressed up smartly, smiling broadly anticipating the show off of yet something else. Gait full of pride and confidence and all perked up even early in the morning.

I saw a kid, tossing a ball one day and another day some other thing, with a mean look and a smirk on his face, almost imagining his victim being hurt with it, a typical bully.

This meant that they ARE that way, being a specific kind of a kid at school IS the person you really ARE. It doesn't limit to the school, you show who you are  even at home, all the time, it is part of your personality.

I remember going to the birthday party of a classfellow, a friend, to her home. It was a small party and she was a  class topper. She always dressed very lady-like, proper, wore glasses at school. Never tripped over things, never laughed only smiled, never came late and in short the ultimate Miss perfect ( are you thinking how could I be friends with such people? Believe me I have questioned myself time and time again over this matter as to why my friends are always prefect? Maybe Im the one who makes them remind of un perfection hehehe)

Anyway, I went to her home, surprise surprise, even at just 11/12 years old, she was wearing her dupatta perfectly, it never fell from her shoulders, the same smile, the same gait and everything was perfectly perfect in the exact same way. Gosh!!!

When I think back to how I was in school and how I am now, I think I haven't changed much in terms of personality either. Most if not all of my friends haven't changed either.

It is strange how in every school the nerd, the bully, the bullied, the class clown, the weak, the poor exist. The girl with lice in her hair would still have lice in her hair when she had grand children!!! No Im serious. What's more there are swiss french girls here  in My son's class and they have lice in their hair sometimes. They get suspended and have to come to school after they are treated and cured of it, yet they have it again. When I looked at her, she had the same look on her face and seemed exactly like the lice girl in MY classes, in every school, hehehe.

Allaho Akbar!! Wisdom is a great thing ( no Im not saying I have too much) and  Allah has designed the world in such a  way that with wisdom we would ponder about many things which would lead us to understanding the Majesty of Allah in a better way. Even small things like kids and faces makes me think about Allah;s creations.

If there were more gods, there would certainly have been disorder in the universe, Allaho Akbar everything is so systematic!! SubhanAllah

Assalamoalaikum,

I just read something on a blog, which I didn't know, seeing as I am so out of touch with news. Any pukhtun who wants to travel outside NWFP needs a visa to travel!!! Anyone travelling IN to NWFP needs a visa too now.

If this doesn't sound like palestine, then correct me if I am wrong. Bombing, war, and holing them up so they would not be able to travel unless they can pay for it. I am so angry i feel like crying, cursing swearing all at the same time. May Allah punish people with evil intentions, ameen.


I may not be a patriotic person but my breath is tangled with the pukhtun breath, and  I share blood and life too. It's like no matter what dialect of pukhtu one speaks, even if it is iranian or afghani it automatically feels like a brother or sister, i can't explain. In such a situation, all the pukhtuns will killl for one another.  They'll die protecting each other because even if a person like me feels there is injustice going on, they'll definately feel it too, InshaAllah.The moment they got out of their own anguishes they'll crush everyone, with my blessings ,whoever tries to conquer them. I must say that cable television and other things may enslave the minds of other pakistanis, but the pukhtun will never  ever respect  a semi naked woman open to all eyes. It won't take them long to snap out of the dream and fight.


I feel enraged about many things going on in the world, whether the afghanis or the NWFP pukhtuns. It's like there are people who want us wiped out. Curse them!!! May Allah punish the uprooters and uproot them, themselves, ameen.

Assalamoalaikum,

Going astray from Allah gives the emptiness, insecurity and feeling of loss  that  no amount of social or enterntainment activity will erase. Nothing can fill that void or ease that feeling where you feel sick in your heart and empty in your mind and soul.

May Allah keep me and my family and friends on the straight path and may He guide us and keep us close, ameen.

If one has Allah, the Creator of all things, of the universe, one has everything no doubt, Alhamdolillah. If The Creator is happy with you, you don't have to fear His Creations,, Alhamdolillah; and His creations are everything that we can see or hear or feel or not, everything but Allah is His Creation, so we are  in only and only benefitted here.

Fear Allah and the world is ours, SubhanAllah!!!!

We know all we need to know, we know all what there is... we just refuse to acknowledge it

It is hard to believe, just like everything that our life is based on, illusions and expectations.

Truth and Falsehood are not hard to distinguish from one another, but it is what our self, our hearts want that we believe, perhaps out of greed, self satisfaction in  the ways we want to..

How hard is it to believe shaytaan is our enemy, yet we follow him knowingly, knowing his tactics..

It is the same thing.


Once a pshycologist said something to me about someone, said this person knowingly loves the things that are destructive to her.. perhaps we all are like that, some more some little,

May Allah protect me, ameen.

Bissmillahi Rahmani Raheem,

I went to the park yesterday with my family, while there, I met a woman.. She seemed to have a far eastern asian look, she waved at me from some distance and started talking to me. I was doing my subtle dawa to her when she amazed me by saying " I am a muslim Alhamdolillah" saying the Alhamdolillah in saudi accent, perfectly! I was amazed as she didnt have a muslim name neither did her kids nor did they seem muslims... She seemed to be a nice person though.

She told me she didn;t pray or dress as muslims because she was disillusioned with muslims, she has muslim rather saudi neighbours without wives and they go out and  commit many sins for which she is a witness, which gets worse when she sees all the muslims in her own country committing many sins and appearing saintly from outside, in short, she said Allah is in her mind and heart and at least she is openly being what she is, and she is morallly nice so she is content...

I told her, what my father in law says, he says:" I do not follow muslims, I follow Islam" which indeed he does..

I proceeded to tell her and then also thought on my own how we feel respect and obligations towards our parents, who have no control over our health and illness, our rizq ( sustainance) and our aulaad ( children) , spouse, happiness and content and the list goes on..they marely gave birth to us and raised us when we were vulnerable... yet we fear them, we respect them, how about Allah? Who has created the entire universe for our usage and knowledge, Allah's blessings are countless, we never think of Him more than once a day, or do we?

We listen to the records of our favourite singers, yet we do not listen to Allah's words ( quran)  we read the novels and books of our favourite authors yet we do not stop to read the book of Allah, let alone showing any interest in it, so if Allah really IS in our hearts and minds, why do we not do the above things out of love for Him?

What kind of love is this? Should we not feel desperate if we do not feel the connection with Him? Should we not feel desperate to stand to talk to Him many times a day in salat? should we not rush to read His book many times a day? That would be love wouldn't it?

Should we not fear Him before we lie,cheat, backbite? We think : what if my parents got to know this or that, let's not do it, why can't we think like that about Allah who is watching us all the time, who banished the iblees for our sake, the shaytaan who promised we would follow him instead of Allah.. Allah watches while we do what iblees tells us, an entity who has been banished by Allah for our own selves.. our own disrespect..

May Allah show us the truth, if we truly love Allah, we will follow His way, love Him, fear Him, and do everything solely for Him.

Oh Allah protect us in Your care and lead us to the rght path and keep us on it, ameen.

Bissmillahi Rahmani Raheem,

Today I went up somewhere, up a mountain. I saw a forest from the top of the mountain and as it came closer and closer as we came down.. a thought dawned upon me...

My heart is just  like a forest and no less. Full of tall green luscious trees, very dense that shine with pride in the sunshine... BUT
the dense clusters of bright broad leaves prevent the sun from shining INSIDE the forest, hence it is all dark and dingy inside full of creepy crawlers and creatures that won't spare a second attacking you if you happened to venture inside..

How shameful. It is indeed the heart where Allah lives, which is actually not true, but we say that because it is the heart which Allah sees, the "ikhlaas", an attribute of the heart, based upon which we will be tested.

When I see this, I am so sure of my doom after I'm dust, that I might as well be burried and burnt now.. full of shameful and hateful emotions, thoughts and feelings, I am doomed.

May Allah give me inward and outward beauty and bless me with His love and Nearness, ameen.

Oh Allah I am astray, lead me to the right path and bestow upon me peace and tranquilty and courage which comes with Your obedience, ameen.

It is that time again.. when after months of oblivion and lots of thinking and determination and planning and going back to oblivion... I feel empty and then suddenly make the change.

I have noticed that all the major chanegs have come one at a time to become part of me. Some people are lucky they can turn their lives around and that would be it; no relapses, no mistakes, going on Allah's path how He wants us, I enjy them, I truly would want to be that way, but I am of the unfortunate lot who stumble and make mistakes and wake up more than once to find how I have been wrong.

May Allah forgive me, Ameen..