<?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-24249822</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:30:59.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AAUN mubees</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mubees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05727317778823335989</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24249822.post-114561098038905116</id><published>2006-04-21T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T02:16:21.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Easter break has come and all students were living school. i was in school with some of my friends. at first i thought that the school was going to be boring but it turned to be fun. we became one big family, normal days you will see only two or three going to watch a movie but during easter the whole school went to watch a movie " KING KONG". the movie was very interesting, all the students had fun. when the movie was over, we went back to our dorm and we had a party that was very interesting. everyone started showing the moves that they never showed. we finished the party and everyone went to sleep.&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/24249822-114561098038905116?l=mubees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/feeds/114561098038905116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24249822&amp;postID=114561098038905116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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and heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24249822-114460169274440369?l=mubees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/feeds/114460169274440369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24249822&amp;postID=114460169274440369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114460169274440369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114460169274440369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/2006/04/wisdom-to-be-wisdom-cannot-be-coerced.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24249822.post-114460145342928302</id><published>2006-04-09T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T09:50:53.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hope is not faith but the breath that propels faith up through the larynx to where it may be shaped by the tongue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24249822-114460145342928302?l=mubees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/feeds/114460145342928302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24249822&amp;postID=114460145342928302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24249822-114460135140771667?l=mubees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/feeds/114460135140771667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24249822&amp;postID=114460135140771667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114460135140771667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114460135140771667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/2006/04/happiness-is-by-definition-state-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mubees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05727317778823335989</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24249822.post-114460126072601808</id><published>2006-04-09T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T09:47:40.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We are born with a taste for beauty and goodness, finding in them our deepest and most lasting pleasure. This is our gift as humans, though because of varying endowment and education we enjoy this gift to varying degree.&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/24249822-114460126072601808?l=mubees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/feeds/114460126072601808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24249822&amp;postID=114460126072601808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114460126072601808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114460126072601808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-are-born-with-taste-for-beauty-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mubees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05727317778823335989</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24249822.post-114460106591228184</id><published>2006-04-09T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T09:44:25.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Religions are the raiments of wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;God is a metaphor of being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;All wisdom can be comprehended with reference to the material world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mystical experience is experience, not wisdom.&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/24249822-114460106591228184?l=mubees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/feeds/114460106591228184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24249822&amp;postID=114460106591228184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114460106591228184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114460106591228184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/2006/04/religions-are-raiments-of-wisdom.html' title=''/><author><name>Mubees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05727317778823335989</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24249822.post-114460081943016674</id><published>2006-04-09T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T09:40:19.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wisdom is everywhere the same. It has, however, a large and varied wardrobe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thus while wisdom may appear to be different at different times and in different places, stripped naked it is familiar to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why, then, have various generations and cultures practiced such evils as human sacrifice, genocide, and slavery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Practices come and go; wisdom abides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wisdom is not what is wise, but that should be done, but why it should be done; not the answer, but the explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wisdom is simple; knowledge, complex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wisdom is finite; knowledge, infinite.&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/24249822-114460081943016674?l=mubees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/feeds/114460081943016674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24249822&amp;postID=114460081943016674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114460081943016674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114460081943016674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/2006/04/wisdom-is-everywhere-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Mubees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05727317778823335989</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24249822.post-114440996189310802</id><published>2006-04-07T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T04:39:21.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To appear wise, one must talk;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To be wise, one must listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To appear to do good, one must be busy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To do good, one must know when to stay aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To appear to lead, one must put oneself first;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To lead, one must put oneself last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To appear caring, one must give an advice;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To be caring, one must give space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To appear to love, one must know how to give;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To give, one must know also how to receive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To appear happy, one must smile;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To be happy, one must be free of tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24249822-114440996189310802?l=mubees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24249822.post-114440946993329009</id><published>2006-04-07T04:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T04:31:09.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mothers and daughters ought to be friends,&lt;br /&gt;But there is a lot that gets in the way.&lt;br /&gt;The determined pursuit of opposite ends,&lt;br /&gt;Ends up as harsh words we would rather not say. &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/24249822-114440946993329009?l=mubees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/feeds/114440946993329009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24249822&amp;postID=114440946993329009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114440946993329009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114440946993329009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/2006/04/mothers-and-daughters-ought-to-be_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Mubees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05727317778823335989</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24249822.post-114440935410783520</id><published>2006-04-07T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T04:29:14.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mothers and daughters ought to be friends,&lt;br /&gt;But there is a lot that gets in the way.&lt;br /&gt;The determined pursuit of opposite ends,&lt;br /&gt;Ends up as harsh words we would rather not say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24249822-114440935410783520?l=mubees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/feeds/114440935410783520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24249822&amp;postID=114440935410783520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114440935410783520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114440935410783520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/2006/04/mothers-and-daughters-ought-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Mubees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05727317778823335989</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24249822.post-114440915908572308</id><published>2006-04-07T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T04:25:59.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The gift of life is never more or less. Either days or years are merely moments. Reverence remains the source of bliss. More memories do not increase remembrance. If death must early come, then let it be. Nor more or less than if it had come late. A part of a much larger mystery, leaving wind and wisdom in its wake. Longing is the music of our sphere, yearning for a time past time and space in which all that we love is ever here. Love everlasting, which is now our grace, living with us more than we can bear.&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/24249822-114440915908572308?l=mubees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/feeds/114440915908572308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24249822&amp;postID=114440915908572308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114440915908572308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114440915908572308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/2006/04/gift-of-life-is-never-more-or-less.html' title=''/><author><name>Mubees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05727317778823335989</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24249822.post-114390981622701522</id><published>2006-04-01T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T08:43:36.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;SCHOOL LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;School life is the best. you get the best experience in school. you meet different kind of people with different personalities. some may be good but some can be very annoying. most of the things you learn in life, you learn them from school. if you dont go school, i think that you have missed one of the best experie&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/2512/1600/amina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="198" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/2512/320/amina.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nce in life. you learn how to take responsibilities in school, like cleaning up your room, washing your clothes, waking ver&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/2512/1600/pics%20127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/2512/320/pics%20127.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y early and the things you have to know. school life is the best and i think that everyone should have the right to eperience it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;by: Maryam Garba&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/24249822-114390981622701522?l=mubees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/feeds/114390981622701522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24249822&amp;postID=114390981622701522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114390981622701522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114390981622701522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/2006/04/school-lifeschool-life-is-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Mubees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05727317778823335989</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24249822.post-114337751165513145</id><published>2006-03-26T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T04:51:51.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Evil must sometimes be met with violence, but the only antidote is love.&lt;/em&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/24249822-114337751165513145?l=mubees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/feeds/114337751165513145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24249822&amp;postID=114337751165513145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114337751165513145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114337751165513145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/2006/03/evil-must-sometimes-be-met-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Mubees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05727317778823335989</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24249822.post-114324824295605085</id><published>2006-03-24T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T01:32:59.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/2512/1600/..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/2512/200/..jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MY FIRST DAY IN AAUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i was so afraid that i didnt know anyone in the school and dont know how to cope for the first few days, but it turned out to be very easy. when i entered the school i saw different faces but none was familiar. i entered the registration office and saw two of my old friends that i thought i will never meet again (Radiya &amp; Fateemah). they were very welcoming, you know some people behave negatively when they see a person they didnt meet for a long time. i felt very relieved after meeting them. as i was doing my registration i met a girl (Aeesha) that looked very familiar, i didnt talk to her bec&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/2512/1600/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="116" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/2512/200/c.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ause i was afraid of embarrassment and she didnt talk to me either. i finis&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/2512/1600/F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="117" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/2512/200/F.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hed my registration and was assigned a room, funny enough the girl was my room mate. we talked and our parents talked, arranged our things and went to the common room for a meeting. after that we had a mixer in the boys dorm where we got to know other people. we came back to our dorm, talked a little and went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;BY: Maryam Garba&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/24249822-114324824295605085?l=mubees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/feeds/114324824295605085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24249822&amp;postID=114324824295605085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114324824295605085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114324824295605085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-first-day-in-aauni-was-so-afraid.html' title=''/><author><name>Mubees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05727317778823335989</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24249822.post-114315945369392140</id><published>2006-03-23T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:55:06.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/2512/1600/crazie_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/2512/320/crazie_edited.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;BY: Maryam Garba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;MONDAY's ARE HORRIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After an interesting weekend, all ithink about is monday morning. i have to wake up by 7am to get ready for my classes, my first class (INF) starts at 8am. after listening to all the buslines, e- commerce, disintermediation, i head to another class (PRECALCULUS) and listen to range, domain and all those magics of precalculus. as if this two are not enough for a day, i head to WRITING class, and the teacher would ask me to show my thesis statement, claims and topic sentences. after all this i rush to the cafetaria to get something for my stomach because if i dont, i wont get to the dorm alive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know you all think that i have finished for the day, the worst is yet to come thats JAVA. i start the class at 4:30pm. Fati B would be next to me chatting while i will be there pretending to be listening but nothing is entering my head but a little. a question would be asked and i would like what the hell is that but the GURU(Fati B) who was chatting would look up and say "parameter" and the teacher would say "correct". what the hell am i doing in this class, i dont belong here. after java i feel relieved but you know ABTI assignments are waiting for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH GOD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;HELP ME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/24249822-114315945369392140?l=mubees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/feeds/114315945369392140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24249822&amp;postID=114315945369392140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114315945369392140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114315945369392140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/2006/03/by-maryam-garba-mondays-are-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Mubees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05727317778823335989</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24249822.post-114261919867839712</id><published>2006-03-17T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:58:48.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/2512/1600/ya%20ya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="244" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/2512/320/ya%20ya.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wherever you go and no matter how happy you are, it would not be as sweet as home. no matter how unhappy you are in your home you would still cherish that, and still see &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/2512/1600/Zuuu.....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="199" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/2512/320/Zuuu.....jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/2512/1600/minu_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="223" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/2512/320/minu_edited.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as the happiest place you can ever be. a person would not know this until you live home for a while.&lt;br /&gt;i am saying this because i am in school wishing nothing but to see a glance of my family, just a glance but its not possible. i feel isolated, everyone around seems annoying. i dont know how to get over this feeling, b&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/2512/1600/zulai3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="237" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/430/2512/320/zulai3.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ut am trying because this is just the middle of the semester. this people are always there and i miss them alot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;BY: MARYAM GARBA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24249822-114261919867839712?l=mubees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/feeds/114261919867839712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24249822&amp;postID=114261919867839712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114261919867839712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24249822/posts/default/114261919867839712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mubees.blogspot.com/2006/03/wherever-you-go-and-no-matter-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Mubees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05727317778823335989</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
