In Islam, the Isra and Mi'raj ( الإسراء والمعراج) are the two parts of a journey that Mohammad (PUH) took in one night of the year 1BH (621AD) Isra is an Arabic word referring to what we regard as Muhammad's miraculous night journey from Mecca to Jerusalem — specifically, to the site of Masjid al-Aqsa (Al Aqsa Mosque). Mi’raj is an Arabic word referring to the second part of the journey, particularly the ascension of Muhammad from Masjid al-Aqsa to the heavens.
This celebrated event in Islam took place before the Hijra and after Muhamad's (PUH) visit to the people of Taif. It happened just over a year before the Hijra, on the 27th of Rajab; but this date is not always recognized.This date is celebrated as Lailat al Miraj.
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August 2nd 1990
Katie
(Songwriter:
Jimmy McCarthy)
Tumbling curls of green by stainglass streaming light
And a yellow coloured lampshade
Used to keep us up all night
And the smile upon her face,
The tears upon your cheek
And the night sky on the window
Your heart calling out to me.
Come running home again, Katie
Come running home again
Cross my heart and hope to die
Shall I cause another tear from your eye
The mirror that won't talk and your nightgown on the door
And the old pedal Singer just don't sing no more
You can roll the reels for hours
From the movie of this book
It's a question mark on this heart of mine
Sends an elder back to look.
Now I'm looking through a tunnel
Back into the room
With the genius of a druid when the sunlight floods the tomb
And I'm never going back there, and I couldn't anyway
'Cause though I made the great escape
I never got away.
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Remember
August 2nd 1990
Another of my favourite songs...from long ago.
Katie
(Songwriter:
Jimmy McCarthy)
Tumbling curls of green by stainglass streaming light
And a yellow coloured lampshade
Used to keep us up all night
And the smile upon her face,
The tears upon your cheek
And the night sky on the window
Your heart calling out to me.
Come running home again, Katie
Come running home again
Cross my heart and hope to die
Shall I cause another tear from your eye
The mirror that won't talk and your nightgown on the door
And the old pedal Singer just don't sing no more
You can roll the reels for hours
From the movie of this book
It's a question mark on this heart of mine
Sends an elder back to look.
Now I'm looking through a tunnel
Back into the room
With the genius of a druid when the sunlight floods the tomb
And I'm never going back there, and I couldn't anyway
'Cause though I made the great escape
I never got away.
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Just a thought......
Do not go gentle into that good night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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