FAKE FRIENDS vs. REAL FRIENDS |
FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food.REAL FRIENDS: is the reason you have no food.FAKE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr / MrsREAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOMFAKE FRIENDS: never seen you cryREAL FRIEND...
Posted by ZAKIYYAH on Sat, 17 May 2008 09:46:00 PST |
JAMILLAH |
JAMILLAH
&nbs...
Posted by ZAKIYYAH on Mon, 12 May 2008 02:28:00 PST |
Words of Wisdom from my friend' OLDER' |
Eventually all the pieces will fall into place, until then? Laugh at the confusion, live for the moment and know that everything happens for a reason. Somewhere along the course of life, y...
Posted by ZAKIYYAH on Fri, 30 Mar 2007 08:38:00 PST |
GIRLS vs.GROWN WOMEN |
Now this is the bizness right here!!!
GIRLS leave their schedule wide-open and wait for a guy to call and make plans. GROWN WOMEN make their own plans and nicely tell the guy to get in where he fit...
Posted by ZAKIYYAH on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 05:24:00 PST |
A STRONG WOMAN vs. A WOMAN OF STRENGTH |
A strong woman works out everyday to keep her body in shape...But a woman of strength kneels in prayer everyday to keep her soul in shape.
A strong woman isn't afraid of anything....But a woman of str...
Posted by ZAKIYYAH on Mon, 03 Jul 2006 07:37:00 PST |
A MESSAGE FROM DALIBOR |
Art results from man's attempt to escape from the lack of beauty in his material environment; it is a gesture toward the universe. Science is man's effort to solve the apparent riddles of the mater...
Posted by ZAKIYYAH on Sun, 14 May 2006 07:51:00 PST |
WHAT MAKES ME |
WHAT MAKES ME WEAK ? MY FEARS.
WHAT MAKES ME WHOLE ? MY GOD.
WHAT KEEPS ME STANDING ? MY FAITH.
WHAT MAKES ME COMPASSIONATE ?
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Posted by ZAKIYYAH on Fri, 12 May 2006 03:41:00 PST |
MY SON...MY SON |
MY SON , MY SON ,
MY LITTLE ONE....YOU REALLY BRING ME JOY
YOU'VE MADE ME PROUD..SINCE YOU WERE
MY TINY BABY BOY....
WHEN YOU WERE BORN, YOU WERE SO SMALL
I COULD HOLD YOU IN ONE HAND...
NOW I SEE YO...
Posted by ZAKIYYAH on Fri, 12 May 2006 12:43:00 PST |
A MOTHERS LOVE |
A MOTHERS LOVEA Mothers love is somethingthat no one can explain,It is made of deep devotionand of sacrifice and pain,It is endless and unselfishand enduring come what mayFor nothing can destroy itor ...
Posted by ZAKIYYAH on Thu, 11 May 2006 02:28:00 PST |
THE POEM |
THE POEM
I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said in hurried prayer,
And jumped up off ...
Posted by ZAKIYYAH on Wed, 10 May 2006 06:06:00 PST |
