<?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-3560598886643154693</id><updated>2012-01-22T16:26:04.698-08:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='Life and Death'/><category term='Extract from my script'/><category term='Good old days'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='WORDS'/><category term='PICTURES'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Thought Time'/><title type='text'>Realm of The Chosen One</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560598886643154693/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mukhtar Ahmad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637983052238711664</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560598886643154693.post-6061195165461512973</id><published>2007-05-04T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T06:48:51.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WORDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PICTURES'/><title type='text'>Victorious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eE58VAw46d8/Rjs1mAxOj3I/AAAAAAAAABg/dC8DkJ2gYg8/s1600-h/starry+sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060697533438660466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eE58VAw46d8/Rjs1mAxOj3I/AAAAAAAAABg/dC8DkJ2gYg8/s400/starry+sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She lay in magnificence,&lt;br /&gt;Under the starry sky and darkness of the night;&lt;br /&gt;Where the moon was missed,&lt;br /&gt;The glow of her beauty reinstated light.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060697804021600130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eE58VAw46d8/Rjs11wxOj4I/AAAAAAAAABo/Io-QV3aVKdc/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The essence of her fortitude can be seen through the window of her brown eyes,&lt;br /&gt;As words of affection illuminate from the purity of her heart,&lt;br /&gt;And instills a sense of belonging in the loneliest of beings;&lt;br /&gt;An acquaintance most welcomed,&lt;br /&gt;An honour cherished.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060698126144147346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eE58VAw46d8/Rjs2IgxOj5I/AAAAAAAAABw/8JyvR0U7MhM/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Like a butterfly sits on a palm,&lt;br /&gt;Exquisitely picturesque, soft and light,&lt;br /&gt;She brings forth hush tranquility,&lt;br /&gt;Beauty personified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060698469741531042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eE58VAw46d8/Rjs2cgxOj6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/jeS1xuv1V0U/s400/CAFUT8HN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Through every throb of the heart, and solemn times;&lt;br /&gt;Like the light from the ship in the distant sea,&lt;br /&gt;Draw to her a beam that binds the core,&lt;br /&gt;For let there not be distress,&lt;br /&gt;Nor a frown to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060698950777868210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eE58VAw46d8/Rjs24gxOj7I/AAAAAAAAACA/PVpj9S2SXXI/s400/sunrise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;With the meeting of dawn,&lt;br /&gt;And the morning tide,&lt;br /&gt;Her splendour reawakens to experience another day…&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/3560598886643154693-6061195165461512973?l=realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com/feeds/6061195165461512973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560598886643154693&amp;postID=6061195165461512973' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560598886643154693/posts/default/6061195165461512973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560598886643154693/posts/default/6061195165461512973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com/2007/05/victorious.html' title='Victorious'/><author><name>Mukhtar Ahmad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637983052238711664</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/_eE58VAw46d8/Rjs1mAxOj3I/AAAAAAAAABg/dC8DkJ2gYg8/s72-c/starry+sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560598886643154693.post-8543108009279599412</id><published>2007-04-19T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T05:40:44.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WORDS'/><title type='text'>Pick Up Lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eE58VAw46d8/RidgussDPDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/K70FSt-x6Eo/s1600-h/flies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055115462132841522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eE58VAw46d8/RidgussDPDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/K70FSt-x6Eo/s400/flies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;when im around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i hover like a fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;coz u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DA SHIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&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/3560598886643154693-8543108009279599412?l=realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com/feeds/8543108009279599412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560598886643154693&amp;postID=8543108009279599412' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560598886643154693/posts/default/8543108009279599412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560598886643154693/posts/default/8543108009279599412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com/2007/04/pick-up-lines.html' title='Pick Up Lines'/><author><name>Mukhtar Ahmad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637983052238711664</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/_eE58VAw46d8/RidgussDPDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/K70FSt-x6Eo/s72-c/flies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560598886643154693.post-3810687331912612796</id><published>2007-03-28T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T00:21:07.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eE58VAw46d8/RgoWO6hvi0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cSkOXIqrnck/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046870777906826050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eE58VAw46d8/RgoWO6hvi0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cSkOXIqrnck/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was asked.. "How do you know when you are in love?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I replied..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"When absence creates a yearning, and presence is never enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is my favourite one.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;"... When you can see your unborn children in her eyes..." - Have you ever loved a woman, Bryan Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Post me your one liners....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&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/3560598886643154693-3810687331912612796?l=realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com/feeds/3810687331912612796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560598886643154693&amp;postID=3810687331912612796' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560598886643154693/posts/default/3810687331912612796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560598886643154693/posts/default/3810687331912612796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com/2007/03/love.html' title='Love...'/><author><name>Mukhtar Ahmad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637983052238711664</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/_eE58VAw46d8/RgoWO6hvi0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cSkOXIqrnck/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560598886643154693.post-8275273296967253673</id><published>2007-03-14T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T03:23:56.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good old days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>In The Classroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eE58VAw46d8/RffNGyVycMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pe7SuxmhxpU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041723824340627650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eE58VAw46d8/RffNGyVycMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pe7SuxmhxpU/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So.. This is the first poem I've ever written. I was about 7, maybe 8. Found it a few days ago. It was written in my dad's classroom. I used to sit in on his lectures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sat there watching the black board,&lt;br /&gt;And tried to figure why it’s green,&lt;br /&gt;Not to realize what had been…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On it was written some x’s, y’s and o’s,&lt;br /&gt;Crosses, dashes I never know.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and thought about it,&lt;br /&gt;An realized the lesson I’ve been told,&lt;br /&gt;I should have listened to the ou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560598886643154693-8275273296967253673?l=realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com/feeds/8275273296967253673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560598886643154693&amp;postID=8275273296967253673' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560598886643154693/posts/default/8275273296967253673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560598886643154693/posts/default/8275273296967253673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-classroom.html' title='In The Classroom'/><author><name>Mukhtar Ahmad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637983052238711664</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/_eE58VAw46d8/RffNGyVycMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pe7SuxmhxpU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560598886643154693.post-9148327520832528414</id><published>2007-02-28T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T05:51:26.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Time'/><title type='text'>Definition Of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eE58VAw46d8/ReWGXaWpudI/AAAAAAAAAAY/p9Xp34E-S98/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036579495053212114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eE58VAw46d8/ReWGXaWpudI/AAAAAAAAAAY/p9Xp34E-S98/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a thought.. Can one define time itself? Truly, What is the definition of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember one cannot define something utilizing the word itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what oxford defines time as..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" [U] what is measured in minutes, hours, days, etc.: The changing seasons mark the passing of time. A visit to the museum will take you back in time to the 1930s. time and space As time went by we saw less and less of each other. Perceptions change over time (= as time passes). They say that time heals all wounds.—see also Father Time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It defines time as measured by units of x or y and the examples do present an insight into its usage as a word but, it doesn’t offer a definition of time within it’s own capacity as something that exists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post me your definition..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560598886643154693-9148327520832528414?l=realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com/feeds/9148327520832528414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560598886643154693&amp;postID=9148327520832528414' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560598886643154693/posts/default/9148327520832528414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560598886643154693/posts/default/9148327520832528414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com/2007/02/definition-of-time_3943.html' title='Definition Of Time'/><author><name>Mukhtar Ahmad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637983052238711664</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/_eE58VAw46d8/ReWGXaWpudI/AAAAAAAAAAY/p9Xp34E-S98/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560598886643154693.post-8015164949373655702</id><published>2007-02-25T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T22:50:41.969-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Death'/><title type='text'>Are You Afraid To Die?</title><content type='html'>(This was a the question asked to me by a dear friend and, this was my reply… )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I think I need to analyze my life at current. I’m not content. I’m a sinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t fear dying.. I fear that of which I have lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I fear what I have done for this world is nothing... I have nothing to show for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die I won’t be asked how many friends I had but, how many people was I a friend to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had 21 years… but I doubt I could vouch for 21 minutes of goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have done the usual good in this way or that way…But purity is beyond that. Entirety is a prerequisite. Entirety.. It requires my entire being to be righteous and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I’ve lived my life like a supermarket Muslim.. I’ve walked from day to day like from shelf to shelf.. Picking up what I want.. And ignoring the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad because I have so much at my disposal.. Been short of nothing.. But fall into the traps of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful.. But it’s beauty can only be seen by the right decisions you make.. And these decisions tend to define oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear my decisions were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the crossroads of every decision I’ve taken the wrong turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that a crossroad existed means I had been guided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I failed the test…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560598886643154693-8015164949373655702?l=realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com/feeds/8015164949373655702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560598886643154693&amp;postID=8015164949373655702' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560598886643154693/posts/default/8015164949373655702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560598886643154693/posts/default/8015164949373655702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com/2007/02/are-you-afraid-to-die.html' title='Are You Afraid To Die?'/><author><name>Mukhtar Ahmad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637983052238711664</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560598886643154693.post-3329280399775830843</id><published>2007-02-20T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:11:13.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>White Sky, Purity Be She</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eE58VAw46d8/RdwMmVtf_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SHE4EZBJLkA/s1600-h/White+Sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033912336295919362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eE58VAw46d8/RdwMmVtf_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SHE4EZBJLkA/s320/White+Sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I lay there,&lt;br /&gt;And gaze into the white sky,&lt;br /&gt;Mind adrift,&lt;br /&gt;Soul intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What be her condition,&lt;br /&gt;Safe and fulfilled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope.. I yearn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see is to reach the point of ecstasy,&lt;br /&gt;To touch.. heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of thee my love,&lt;br /&gt;And my thoughts overpower me,&lt;br /&gt;Weakened,&lt;br /&gt;Yet full of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I toil on the circumference of love,&lt;br /&gt;I fall helpless at its foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White sky,&lt;br /&gt;Purity be She..&lt;br /&gt;My dear Lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560598886643154693-3329280399775830843?l=realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com/feeds/3329280399775830843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560598886643154693&amp;postID=3329280399775830843' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560598886643154693/posts/default/3329280399775830843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560598886643154693/posts/default/3329280399775830843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com/2007/02/white-sky-purity-be-she.html' title='White Sky, Purity Be She'/><author><name>Mukhtar Ahmad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637983052238711664</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/_eE58VAw46d8/RdwMmVtf_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SHE4EZBJLkA/s72-c/White+Sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560598886643154693.post-2101241809686681037</id><published>2007-02-15T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T22:28:01.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extract from my script'/><title type='text'>Tummy Ache (Feel It In Thy Heart and Soul)</title><content type='html'>Looking into the ocean, as wave after wave, crashes against the shore, and retreats, almost to fetch another and return. The soft foams of the dying waves slowly disappear. He sat and watched every second, probing into every element, like the days that have passed. He saw the waves come and go as the days of his life till that moment had, and the little shimmer of hope that each day brought, disappear like the foam. Striving to push on, and live further, and to ultimately survive he gulped hard and blinked away the tears that began to settle on his eyes. Thrusting hard onto his stomach to ease the pain and subdue his hunger. It was almost an attempt to silent the groan that stemmed from the emptiness of his tummy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560598886643154693-2101241809686681037?l=realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com/feeds/2101241809686681037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560598886643154693&amp;postID=2101241809686681037' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560598886643154693/posts/default/2101241809686681037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560598886643154693/posts/default/2101241809686681037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com/2007/02/tummy-ache-feel-it-in-thy-heart-and.html' title='Tummy Ache (Feel It In Thy Heart and Soul)'/><author><name>Mukhtar Ahmad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637983052238711664</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560598886643154693.post-1686106691095807614</id><published>2006-12-19T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T01:22:07.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>My Islam, My perfect Religion</title><content type='html'>Question not my religion,&lt;br /&gt;As it is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Question my character,&lt;br /&gt;For if I've ever wronged,&lt;br /&gt;I have indeed deviated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3560598886643154693-1686106691095807614?l=realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com/feeds/1686106691095807614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3560598886643154693&amp;postID=1686106691095807614' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560598886643154693/posts/default/1686106691095807614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3560598886643154693/posts/default/1686106691095807614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realmofthechosenone.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-islam-my-perfect-religion.html' title='My Islam, My perfect Religion'/><author><name>Mukhtar Ahmad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05637983052238711664</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>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
