A Pillar of Justice

An attentive listener, A sincere sympathiser, A generous giver, A considerate thinker, A beautiful soul, A ready giver of love, A noble mind, A deep carer, A nourishing heart, A pillar of justice, A man of principle, A heart of gold, A purified soul, An embodiment of truth, An ocean of knowledge, A wealth of experience, A treasure of advices, A pearl of wisdom, An angel personified…

In Memory of my Late Father – Haji NazirAhmed Daud Satia RH who returned to Allah on this day, 4 years ago.

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You held my hand when I was small, you caught me when I fell,

The hero of my childhood, and of latter years as well.

Every time I think of you, my heart just fills with pride,

And though I’ll always miss you, I know you’re by my side.


Not a day passes by, that you don’t cross my mind,

Not all of you departed when you left us all behind.

In my heart there is a place that only you can hold,

Filled with loving memories more priceless than silver or gold.


You never looked for praises, you were never one to boast,

You just went on quietly working, for the ones you loved the most.

You were a firm foundation through all our storms of life,

A sturdy hand to hold on to, in times of stress and strife.


Remembering you is easy, I do it every day,

Missing you is the heartache that never goes away.

You dwell among the angels now, but you left us too soon,

I can see you gliding across a golden field, above the harvest moon.


A thousand words won’t bring you back, I know because I’ve tried,

And neither will a million tears, I know because I’ve cried.

In laughter and in sorrow, in sunshine and in rain,

I know you always prayed for me, so now I pray for you…until we meet again.


He wasn’t a hero known by the entire world,

But a hero he was to his little world (his family).

If only you could see me, I’d want you to know this is true,

That everything I am today, is all because of you…

We will remember your values, teachings, morals, justice and principles.

Allah grant you everything you prayed for and much more, Allah fill the sorrowful void of your loss with Divine Consolation. Ameen.

Ismail Ibn Nazir Satia (One who is in dire need of Allah’s forgiveness, mercy and pleasure)

9th Rabiul Awwal 1439


A man was born…


A man was born 69 years ago,

Brave, courageous, a fighter for the truth,

A man was born 69 years ago,

Who was no ordinary man, not a weak man but strong and valiant.

A man was born 69 years ago,

Who was kind, loving, warm and friendly,

A man was born 69 years ago,

Who had a heart of gold, but stayed firm and bold.

A man was born 69 years ago,

Who loved helping people, but never asked for help,

A man was born 69 years ago,

Who was thoughtful and caring, but fierce and daring.

A man was born 69 years ago,

He couldn’t see wrong in front of him, didn’t matter if it was his own kith and kin,

A man was born 69 years ago,

Selfless, sacrificing, noble and respected.

This man left us three years ago,

Silently, returned to his Lord SWT,

This man left us three years ago,

Our lips were silent, but our hearts spoke

This man left us three years ago,

Even if we tried to forget him, it’s difficult to hide the painful tears.

In Memory of Abba

Ismail Ibn Nazir Satia (One who is in dire need of Allah’s Forgiveness, Mercy and Pleasure).

27 Safar 1437

Hey Mr?! Don’t step the line…

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There is a fine line between being nosy and trying to help out.

There is a fine line between being arrogant and being confident.

There is a fine line between being obnoxious and being bold or brave.

There is a fine line between being argumentative and speaking up (haqq).

There is a fine line between being immature and cracking a joke.

There is a fine line between being passive or apathetic and being merciful.

There is a fine line between flirting and being polite.

There is a fine line between being two-faced and trying to compromise between two parties.

There is a fine line between treating your religion as a buffet (pick and choose) and having true spirituality and religiosity.

There is a fine line between being hypocritical and being sweet with someone (on their face).

There is a fine line between simply being a coward (afraid to say the truth) and using Hikmah (to avoid a worse situation).

There is a fine line between bribing someone and being generous.

There is a fine line between complaining, moaning or whinging and constructively criticising.

There is a fine line between being negative and being a realist (perhaps the reality is negative).

There is a fine line between free speech and free hate; one encourages debate whilst the other incites hatred and violence.

And finally, (lol) …There is a fine line between putting making up on and looking as though you had a fight with Crayola!

Ismail Ibn Nazir Satia

(One who is in dire need of Allah’s Forgiveness and Pleasure and Mercy).

8 Rabiul Thani 1437


Roald Dahls poem ‘Television’ – written in 1964 when there were only three black and white channels which stopped broadcasting in the night time.

Even more relevant these days:

The most important thing we’ve learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set —
Or better still, just don’t install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we’ve been,
We’ve watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone’s place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they’re hypnotised by it,
Until they’re absolutely drunk
With all that shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,
They don’t climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
And wash the dishes in the sink —
But did you ever stop to think,
To wonder just exactly what
This does to your beloved tot?
‘All right!’ you’ll cry. ‘All right!’ you’ll say,
‘But if we take the set away,
What shall we do to entertain
Our darling children? Please explain!’
We’ll answer this by asking you,
‘What used the darling ones to do?
‘How used they keep themselves contented
Before this monster was invented?’
Have you forgotten? Don’t you know?
We’ll say it very loud and slow:
THEY … USED … TO … READ! They’d READ and READ,
AND READ and READ, and then proceed
To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!
One half their lives was reading books!
The nursery shelves held books galore!
Books cluttered up the nursery floor!
And in the bedroom, by the bed,
More books were waiting to be read!
Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales
Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales
And treasure isles, and distant shores
Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,
And pirates wearing purple pants,
And sailing ships and elephants,
And cannibals crouching ’round the pot,
Stirring away at something hot.
(It smells so good, what can it be?
Good gracious, it’s Penelope.)
The younger ones had Beatrix Potter
With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,
And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,
And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and-
Just How The Camel Got His Hump,
And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,
And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,
There’s Mr. Rat and Mr. Mole-
Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then fill the shelves with lots of books,
Ignoring all the dirty looks,
The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,
And children hitting you with sticks-
Fear not, because we promise you
That, in about a week or two
Of having nothing else to do,
They’ll now begin to feel the need
Of having something to read.
And once they start — oh boy, oh boy!
You watch the slowly growing joy
That fills their hearts. They’ll grow so keen
They’ll wonder what they’d ever seen
In that ridiculous machine,
That nauseating, foul, unclean,
Repulsive television screen!
And later, each and every kid
Will love you more for what you did.

by Roald Dahl

Don’t condemn in others, what we condone in ourselves

So you think ISIS is a crisis?

Okay! Let’s just take Bashar and BB and put them behind us,

And oh, what about those demons inside us?!

We invade and destroy Iraq, like act like don’t mind us!

You wanna flip out when ISIS carries out crimes in the name of God,

But what about the drones and bombs that we drop a lot on villages,

We received images of children in little bits and pieces,

In the name of freedom and peace,

It’s mind boggling… how we condemn in others what we condone in ourselves

If you wana stop the violence, you can’t make exceptions,

If you wana stop the violence, then stop selling weapons,

Lockheed Martin, Northrop Grumman and Raytheons,

Instigate by funding speakers, sending instant hates so they can profit,

If you wana stop it then stop them,

No more solutions involving ‘lets just bomb them’,

We can’t kill and kill and kill and think that it helps,

We can’t condemn in others what we condone in ourselves.

Yes I’m Muslim, yes I’m biased,

Based on the fact I know people overseas that are lifeless,

Cause rockets and shells are part of the climate,

Instead of clouds and shade,

The sky buzzes loud with drones and rain of hell fire leaving pain,

And the stain of blood on clothes and scattered bones,

Every single drone rocket fires a couple more points on the Down Jones,

I’m just hoping what I say can help, we can’t condemn in others what we condone in ourselves.

Look, I’m not saying this is your fault,

But I am saying maybe YOU should apologise,

Especially since ‘supposedly’ it is my fault,

The latest assault on the lives of husbands and wives that took place on the other side of the planet,

Somehow it’s connected to me even though I didn’t plan it,

If we Muslims have to apologise for the four letter word that’s p**sing off the world,

Then you have to apologise,

For the ones who colonise to occupy and terrorise,

And apologise for the lies fed that led to the thousands that died,

And Iraq, for so-called weapons of mass destruction that you couldn’t find,

Do we have a deal?

I’m sorry if you feel uncomfortable, that’s just cognitive dissonance,

Yes I look different, I’m the son of an immigrant, you and I both!

What a coincidence… isn’t it odd how we condemn in others what we condone in ourselves.

The first thing you need to comprehend is that war is profitable,

So let’s pretend, isn’t it possible that we aren’t at war for defence,

But for dollars and cents,

And differences are exploited, and all of these fence in the media are leading ya,

To a fight you never wanted,

Does any of that make sense?

Now don’t tell me I am defending ISIS, cause they killed thousands more Muslims than western journalists,

The more we ignore this fact the worse it gets,

Where was the shot when Bashar dropped barrel bombs on civilians in Syria,

Where was the constant media and why are they feeding ya,

Their fake concern for civilians now?

Bashar killed 200,000 before ISIS came to town.

Why do we chose which evil is necessary to fight?

Why do we only march for Christians and Whites, but not the Black or Brown, the Muslim Arab or Kurd?

Some blood is as cheap as dirt!

We can’t condemn in others what we condone in ourselves.

Why are we so mad that ISIS is killing?

Didn’t Israel just slaughter 500 children last summer?

Why is that not chilling?

Why are we willing?

Why are we okay to pay dollar and shilling, for the slaughter of mothers and daughters,

But, we can’t stand to see men in ninja outfits chopping off heads.

What’s the difference between a plane and a blade if both lead people dead?

What’s the difference between killing your support and killing your against?

My point is that all life is sacred,

So stop with all the hatred,

Cos blood is still blood,

No matter how you try and paint it.

We can’t condemn in others what we condone in ourselves.

Beautiful Silence

AbsoTOtALutely Fantastic!

Ma Sha Allah…

Seeking Sincerity

If you have ever walked down
Empty streets
In the still of night,
Awoken to the silent
Starry skies
In the lull of dawn,
Observed how quietly
A tree stands
Through spring and fall,
Wondered at the
Distant existence
Of a vaccumed space
That doesn’t complain
Of being left unoccupied;
If you have ever seen
Pain in the eyes
Of a wise man who chooses
Not to respond to impudence;
You should know
That you don’t always need
Words to make your presence felt,
A voice to make yourself heard,
Persuasiveness to leave a mark,
Oratory to take a stand.
Sometimes the humble act of
Keeping quiet
Is better than a thousand words.


Allah سبحانه و تعالى Commands us in the Noble Qur’an:

(يَا أَيُّهَا الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا اتَّقُوا اللَّهَ وَقُولُوا قَوْلًا سَدِيدًا * يُصْلِحْ لَكُمْ أَعْمَالَكُمْ وَيَغْفِرْ لَكُمْ ذُنُوبَكُمْ ۗ وَمَنْ يُطِعِ اللَّهَ وَرَسُولَهُ فَقَدْ فَازَ فَوْزًا عَظِيمًا)


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وليتكَ ترضى والأنامُ غضابُ

ألا ليتَ الذي بيني وبينكَ عامر

ٌ وبيني وبينَ العالمينَ خرابُ

إذا صحَّ منكَ الودُ فالكلُ هينٌ

وكلُ الذي فوقَ  الترابِ ترابُ

يارب علمني ان احب الناس كما احب نفسي

وعلمني ان احاسب نفسي كما احاسب الناس

وعلمني ان التسامح هو اكبرمراتب القوة

وان حب الانتقام هو اول مظاهر الضعف

يارب اذا أسأت الى الناس فأعطني شجاعة الإعتذار

وإذا أساء لي الناس فأعطني شجاعة العفو