Why I Will Celebrate Christmas as a Muslim.

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My Spiritual Interpretations

Today, I am getting ready to go to a Christmas party held at my best friend’s house. As an American muslim, this tradition has been around me all my life and if you grew up in an open minded household you learn to respect other’s holidays and traditions. I luckily did grow up in one.

We have a tree, give presents and enjoy yummy holiday treats. Why not? It is a time to share with those closest to you and to strangers. Islam is all about providing the bridge that connects people to each other after so long of being divided. As a muslim, I am fiercely fighting to unite what was divided by greedy and ignorant men of the past and present within religion. My weapon of choice is love and education.

Through the Quran, muslims are told how important it is to give to others and to share…

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The Happiest Day of My Life Sharing my laughter and my life By Michael T. Smith

‘Congratulations’ my interest was held throughout. Thank you

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It started innocently.

Many years ago, I worked in an office with large windows that looked out over a busy overpass. I stood by one of those windows one day, when a woman in a passing car looked up and made eye contact with me—naturally, I waved.


A chuckle escaped my lips as she turned and tried to identify me. It was the beginning of a year of window antics. When things were slow, I stood in the window and waved at the passengers who looked up. Their strange looks made me laugh, and the stress of work was washed away.
My co-workers took an interest. They stood back out of view and watched the reactions I received with amusement.

Late afternoon was the best time. Rush-hour traffic filled the overpass with cars and transit buses, and provided a wealth of waving opportunities for my end-of-day routine. It didn’t take…

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Today We Pray For The Victims of Domestic Abuse

Endless Light and Love


My Dear Friends,

Domestic abuse, most often brushed under the carpet, locked behind the doors of the home, never spoken about, hidden behind shaking smiles in the hope that one day it will be ok and everything will go back to the time before the abuse started to happen!….

Unfortunately, in most cases, the abuse never stops, in most cases the abuse escalates to even higher levels, often the abuse moves over from one family member to others and sometimes even continues across generations, when the abused become the abuser !

Today, I pray for all the victims of abuse. Abuse can come in many forms, physical abuse, mental abuse, sexual abuse, confinement abuse etc.

No one, No one deserves to be abused!

No one should be treated without respect!

No one should have to live in fear!

No one……No one.

If you are in a situation of abuse, then…

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30,000 share this doctor’s letter online after Downing Street police refused to give it to David Cameron

Original post from Metro


David Cameron and his wife Samantha
David Cameron and his wife Samantha outside Number 10 Downing Street (Picture: EPA/FACUNDO ARRIZABALAGA)

A doctor recently tried to give a letter to David Cameron criticising his 7-day NHS plans, but the police at Downing Street refused to pass her correspondence on.

However Janis Burns’ letter has now had a greater impact than she could have ever imagined, having been read and shared thousands of times after she posted it online.

In her witty letter Janis, 34, takes shots at the PM for his ‘inflation busting pay rise’, and informs him of the gruelling hours she is forced to work, mocking the belief that the NHS isn’t a 24-hour service.

Check out Janis’ full letter below:

<div id=”fb-root”></div><script>(function(d, s, id) { var js, fjs = d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0]; if (d.getElementById(id)) return; js = d.createElement(s); js.id = id; js.src = “//connect.facebook.net/en_GB/sdk.js#xfbml=1&version=v2.3″; fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js, fjs);}(document, ‘script’, ‘facebook-jssdk’));</script><div class=”fb-post” data-href=”https://www.facebook.com/janis.burns/posts/10155800892455263&#8243; data-width=”500″><div class=”fb-xfbml-parse-ignore”><blockquote cite=”https://www.facebook.com/janis.burns/posts/10155800892455263″><p>Dear Mr Cameron, On Wednesday morning this week I returned to work at 0800. I worked the weekend in Intensive Care as…</p>Posted by <a href=”#” role=”button”>Janis Burns</a> on&nbsp;<a href=”https://www.facebook.com/janis.burns/posts/10155800892455263″>Saturday, July 18, 2015</a></blockquote></div></div>

Whether it’s the low levels of pay (Janis claims some doctors make less than a Pret a Manger manager), or the anti-social hours, Janis has given David Cameron and health secretary Jeremy Hunt a lot to think about.

Her letter comes as NHS staff have been flooding Twitter with images and anecdotes explaining just how hard their job is, using the hashtag #ImInWorkJeremy.

<blockquote class=”twitter-tweet” lang=”en”><p lang=”en” dir=”ltr”>Day 6 of 12. Saturday morning. <a href=”https://twitter.com/hashtag/ImInWorkJeremy?src=hash”>#ImInWorkJeremy</a&gt; Two of my consultants are as well. Where are you? <a href=”http://t.co/CcrSGFVkFM”>pic.twitter.com/CcrSGFVkFM</a></p>&mdash; Faisal (@FaisalMajid3) <a href=”https://twitter.com/FaisalMajid3/status/622318810662633472″>July 18, 2015</a></blockquote>
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<blockquote class=”twitter-tweet” lang=”en”><p lang=”en” dir=”ltr”>Shout out to all NHS staff at work this weekend. It makes a change that I’m not for once <a href=”https://twitter.com/hashtag/ImInWorkJeremy?src=hash”>#ImInWorkJeremy</a></p>&mdash; Suzanne Reilly (@suzreilly) <a href=”https://twitter.com/suzreilly/status/622340258512928768″>July 18, 2015</a></blockquote>
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Four-year-old leukaemia patient gets ‘married’ to her favourite nurse

Man has his hand sewn onto his leg for a entire month  …………’



To Be Joyful with So Little

Such a loving and reflective post and showing the true gift of Christmas.

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When Dinora and I visited her birth place, Guatemala, we spent some time with moms who were working picking coffee beans. They toil all day while their children play nearby. Prepared for this visit, Dinora had a backpack full of little toys; small dolls, Matchbox cars, bouncy balls, toy rings, and so forth. (Above is a picture of a little girl clutching a small ring in her hand, so pleased with her gift.) The children were amazingly polite. Each child would gather around Dinora as she gave them each a small toy. Taking it delightfully appreciative into their little hands, they smiled shyly and stepped back to leave room for others to come forward. They didn’t crowd her. They didn’t ask for more, more, more. They reveled in the joy of that tiny toy! Sheer happiness!

It made me realize that more and expensive and better isn’t the right Christmas…

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