Do you believe in heaven in above Do you believe in love Don’t tell a lie Don’t be false or untrue It all comes back to you Open fire on my burning heart I’ve never been lucky in love My defenses are down A kiss or a frown I can’t survive on my own If a girl walks in And carves her name in my heart I’ll turn and run away Everyday we’ve all been lead astray It’s hard to be lucky in love
It gets in your eyes It’s making you cry Don’t know what to do Looking for love Calling heaven above Send me an angel Right now
Empty dreams can only disappoint In a room behind your smile But don’t give up Don’t give up You can be lucky in love
It gets in your eyes It’s making you cry Don’t know what to do Looking for love Calling heaven above Send me an angel Right now
The encouragement to seek children covers both sons and daughters, and along with this general encouragementIslamhas given special merits to seeking and bringing up girls – contrary to the thinking of the people of ignorance (age of ‘Jaahiliyyah’) of the past and present, since the people of ignorance – wherever and whenever found – hated (some of them ‘still do’) to have daughters and were grieved and angered by their births!
“And when the news of (the birth of) a female (child) is brought to any of them, his face becomes dark, and he is filled with inward grief! He hides himself from the people because of the evil of that whereof he has been informed. Shall he keep her with dishonor or bury her in the earth? Certainly, evil is their decision.” (An-Nahl 16:58-59)
But the Messenger of Islam, Muhammad(saw), came elevating the status of this gift given by Allah(swt),
welcoming the daughters, and raising high the importance of their upbringing with words to delight the hearts of the believing fathers and bring joy to their souls:
“Whoever takes care of two girls until they reach adulthood – he and I will come (together) on the Day of Resurrection – and he interlaced his fingers (meaning in Paradise).” (Reported by Muslim)
So can there be any greater honor given to daughter!? And for those who wish to have them and bring them up properly!? And he said in another Hadith:
“Whoever has three daughters or sisters, or two daughters of two sisters, and lives along with them in a good manner, and has patience with them, and fears Allah with regard to them will enter Paradise.” (Reported by Abu Dawud, Al-Tirmidhee and others)
And in another Hadith:
“They will be a shield for him from the Fire.” (Reported by Ahmad and Ibn Maajah)
And along with the Messenger’s(saw) honoring the daughters with his words, we find that he also gave us a
living example in his own actions and behavior – for example,
“One day he(saw) led his Companions in Prayer whilst carrying Umaamah bint Zaynab(ra) when he made rukoo’ he would put her down, then when he stood, he would pick her up.” (Reported by Al-Bukhari and Muslim)
So the position of daughters in Islam is very clear and the encouragement that it gives for them, and also the
hatred it has for those who hate them or are grieved at their births! We know from this that hatred in some souls toward something – if found – is not a true judgement upon that thing and this is explained in the Qurân, as Allah(swt) says:
“…If you dislike them, it may be that you dislike a thing and Allah brings through it a great deal of good.” (An-Nisa’ 4:19)
So how many righteous women have brought happiness and well-being upon their families and theirUmmah!? And how many corrupt young men have brought every form of misfortune and trial upon this Ummah!?
Therefore, it is upon the parents who have intellect to accept whatever Allah’s(swt) gift is with full joy and
happiness, whether the gift is male or a female. Since its being a male or being a female is due only to Allah’s(swt) order alone – He, the One free from all imperfections – and Most High says:
“To Allah belongs the kingdom of the heavens and the earth. He creates what He wills. He bestows female (offspring) upon whom He wills, and bestows male (offspring) upon whom He wills. Or He bestows both males and females, and He renders barren who He wills. Verily, He is the All-Knower and is Able to do all things.” (Ash-Shura42:49-50)
And finally, a stern warning of the ‘Day of Judgment‘ is given to all those people who went (still go) to the extremes of killing their (infant) daughters (or these days knowingly go for an abortion after finding out the gender of the fetus) out of fear of poverty or shying away from responsibility, superstitions or ignorant customs etc;
“When the sun (with its spacious light) is folded up; When the stars fall, losing their lustre; When the mountains vanish (like a mirage); When the she-camels, ten months with young, are left untended; When the wild beasts are herded together (in the human habitations); When the oceans boil over with a swell; When the souls are sorted out, (being joined, like with like);
(When the female (infant), buried alive, is questioned – For what crime she was killed; When the scrolls are laid open; When the world on High is unveiled; When the Blazing Fire is kindled to fierce heat; And when the Garden is brought near; (Then) shall each soul know what it has put forward.” Qur’an 81:1-14)
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I know a girl She puts the color inside of my world But she’s just like a maze Where all of the walls are continually changed And I’ve done all I can To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands Now I’m starting to see Maybe it’s got nothing to do with me
Fathers, be good to your daughters Daughters will love like you do Girls become lovers who turn into mothers So mothers, be good to your daughters too
Oh, you see that skin? It’s the same she’s been standing in Since the day she saw him walking away Now I’m left Cleaning up the mess he made
So fathers, be good to your daughters Daughters will love like you do Girls become lovers who turn into mothers So mothers, be good to your daughters too
Boys, you can break You’ll find out how much they can take Boys will be strong And boys soldier on But boys would be gone without the warmth from A womans good, good heart
On behalf of every man Looking out for every girl You are the guide and the weight of her world
So fathers, be good to your daughters Daughters will love like you do Girls become lovers who turn into mothers So mothers, be good to your daughters too
The depth of a father’s love shows in his daughter’s eyes. What’s known is what’s shown from sunset to sunrise. A foundation built on more than just what is spoken. It’s commitments kept and promised that go unbroken. An emotion so immense that nothing in this world can erase. The permanent impression of love is tattooed upon her face. A relation so peculiar that only the two can understand, Yet so immaculate it’s obvious that, by God, it was planned.
I believe it all began when she would sleep upon your chest. Now you’re her number one, her favorite, you’re the best! You move and she watches so closely it’s as if she’s in a trance. The fact that she can repeat you, exactly, isn’t just by chance. From wrestling, racing, jump roping to being made up like a doll. Both playmate and best friend, you’ve done some of it all. A secret place, a look, special time just for her and you. When a choice is to be made, it’s all about what Daddy wants to do. And you’re there to cater to her every need and every wish. There’s an invisible pedestal for Daddy’s little princess. She’s content just to be. She’s filled with absolute bliss Just to sit up under you, giving an occasional hug and kiss. Sweet dreams are non-existent without Daddy’s goodnight kiss. Your gentle stroke, words just for her, your check on hers is what she’d miss. It’s simply because of how you love her, I surmise. The depth of your love always shows in her eyes.
With you her laughter is harder and her smile is even brighter. You have a friendship, a bond, a soul tie that couldn’t be any tighter. It’s more than a special bond; it’s an exclusive connection. No room for a third party or attempted interjection.
This love is reserved just for Dad and no other. It’s not the same for siblings, not even for Mother. It’s the kind of love that I could never despise. For the depth of your love always shows in her eyes.
To her, you’d give anything, but it’s not about the gift. It’s that marvelous smile brought on by the spirit you lift. It’s not about what you can give her or about what you can do. It’s about the unconditional love reciprocated between you two. It’s the tears in her eyes when you two disagree. Nothing’s quite right until ‘I love you and I’m sorry.’ It’s that spunk in her step, the rainbow in her eye- You’ll know she’s a Daddy’s girl when she passes by. She’s got the kind of love that never fades or dies. The depth of your love always shows in her eyes.
Upon angel wings you soar; your sparkling golden halo glows Whenever she’s with you, it’s Heaven in her eyes that shows. Her eyes hold a song so beautiful you’d think it was Heaven’s melody. It’s the music of love’s symphony composed by each precious memory.
The love known is the love you’ve shown from sunset to sunrise. The depth of your love will forever show in your daughter’s eyes.
I am from the love of my family
I am from my Mother, my Father
I am from sweet baked cakes, homemade caramel and all the smells of my Mother’s kitchen
I am not from good jobs and bad jobs
I am from great efforts, dedication and love
I am from thick and thin, cold and hot, rain and shine
I am from stories of my childhood
I am from untold story which never fades
I am from the tale which stays till the end
I am from childhood memories and baby toys
I am from my mother’s womb where she held me for nine months.
I am from my father who gave me my name
I am from good and bad
I am from the sweet song of all birds
I am not from the feast but love
I am from chocolates, candy and ice cream
I am from all kindness of God
I am from love and harmony
I am from hard and soft
I am from my father’s and my mother’s heart and love
I am from the hands of God
Creation is the product of synchronizing our energy with the universe. Once we experience the whole and recognize it, we become aware that we are nothing but the Divine Creative Force.
