Saturday, 29 March 2014

A HEART TOUCHING STORY.....

Every Friday afternoon, after the Jumma prayers, the  Imam and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out “PATH TO PARADISE” and other  Islamic literature.

This particular and fortunate Friday afternoon, as the time came for the Imam and his son to go to the streets with  their booklets, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring rain.
The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, ’OK, dad, I’m ready!’
His dad asked, ‘Ready for what’ ‘Dad, it’s time we go out and distribute these Islamic books.’

Dad responds, ‘Son, it’s very cold outside and it’s pouring rain.’
The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, ’But Dad, aren’t people still going to hell, even though it’s raining?’
Dad answers, ‘Son, I am not going out in this weather.’
Despondently, the boy asks, ‘Dad, can I go Please’
His father hesitated for a moment then said, ‘Son, you can go. Here are the booklets. Be careful son.’
‘Thanks, Dad!’
And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going  door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a pamphlet or a booklet.
After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST BOOKLET. He  stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a booklet to, but the streets were totally deserted.
Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang  the bell, but nobody answered..
He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.
Finally, he turned to leave, but something stopped him.
 Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him  there on the front porch!
He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.
Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, ‘What can I do for you, son?’ With radiant eyes and a  smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, ’Ma’am, I’m sorry if I disturbed you, but I just  want to tell you that ALLAH REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU and I came to give you my very last booklet  which will tell you all about God, the  real purpose of creation, and how to achieve His pleasure.’
With that, he handed her his last booklet and turned to leave.
She called to him as he departed. ’Thank you, son! And God Bless You!’
Next week on Friday afternoon after Jumma prayers,  the Imam was giving some lectures. As he concludes the lectures, he asked, ’Does anybody have questions or want to say  anything?’
Slowly, in the back row among the ladies, an elderly lady’s voice was heard over the speaker.
 ’No one in this gathering knows me. I’ve never been  here before.  You see, before last Friday I was not a Muslim, and thought I could be. My husband died few years ago, leaving me totally alone in this world.. Last Friday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, i was contemplating suicide as i had nohope left.
So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home.. I fastened the rope securely to a  rafter in the roof then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and  broken-hearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, I’ll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.
I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly….
I thought to myself again, ‘Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.’ I loosened the rope from my neck  and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.
When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and  angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, ’Ma’am, I just came to tell you that ALLAH REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU!’
Then he gave me this booklet, Path To Paradise that I now hold in my hand.As the little angel disappeared backout into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this book. Then I  went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn’t be needing them any more.You see? I am now a Happy Vicegerent of the One True God. Since the address of your congregation was stamped on the back of this booklet,  I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God’s little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.’There was not a dry eye in the mosque. The shouts of TAKBIR.. ALLAH AKBAR.. rented the air.Imam-Dad descended from the pulpit to the front row where the little angel was seated….

He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.
Probably no jama’at has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a father that was more  filled with love and honor for his son… Except for One. This very one…
Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.
Don’t let this message die, read it again and pass it to others. Heaven is for His people!
Remember, God’s message CAN make the difference in the life of someone close to you.
Please share this wonderful message
Spread His Word, help Him and you’ll see His hand in everything you do…
Q 5:3: This day I’ve perfected your religion for you, and completed my favor on you, and chose Islam for you as religion….

BEING BORED...

"Hey, what's up?" "Well, nothing much" I say. "What's up at your end?" "Oh! Nothing, I'm just SO bored"
That's pretty much how most of my conversations begin. And end. Probably because I tend to feel withdrawn from people who use the word 'bored' too often.

Is it unusual for me that I almost never get bored? People often ask me "What do you do all day long? Don't you get bored?"
Well, no. I don't. I don't allow myself to be bored. Being bored is a useless thing. I mean, I don't get it, how can one be bored with so much they can do with their life. Living, in itself is amazing. Being bored is something I cannot afford to be. I always try to keep myself busy doing something or the other.

A child's natural ability to quell boredom has always fascinated me. Sometimes, all they need is a packaging around a gift and they could stay busy toying with it for hours.
The reason why people get bored is because they constantly feel the need to have something exciting happening in their lives all the time and when they realise that life is not meeting their expectations or ideals, they get 'bored'.
To be precise, Life is what's happening to you while you are busy getting bored.

Getting back to me, I believe that life's too short to be bored. So I am constantly trying to utilise every moment that I have been blessed with. Because having abundant of spare time with nothing to do is a luxury; something not available to those merely fighting for survival.

I enjoy reading, baking, tinkering with my computer, or simply spending some quality time with my family. I can keep myself occupied by doing the simplest or most insignificant of things like staring out the window for hours, Arranging and re-arranging my wardrobe, or doing some chores around the house.
When all else fails, I turn to the world inside me. That world is endless. No matter what chaos I'm in, I know I can always turn to the secret world on the inside. That unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, crazy, amazing world, where I let my thoughts wander. My thoughts alone tend to take up a fair share of my time and keep me entertained.

So, it doesn't matter whether what I'm doing is productive or not. I might not even be achieving anything out of what I am doing. But is achievement really the point of life?

'Live your life' or 'Bore yourself to death.' You choose.

Every soul shall have the taste of death....

I woke up suddenly one night and saw a strange light in my room.

The problem is that the lights are off, I saw the clock, it was 3.30 in the morning. Okay..so where is all this light coming from?

I turned around and saw something very strange..my body was half way through the wall(??)

I immediately pulled it out and saw down to see if i'm okay...this is strange, I tried to push onto the wall, but MY ARM GOES THROUGH...

I heard a sound, I turned to my brother's bed to see him sleeping. I was really scared of what was happening to me..so I tried to wake him up..but..he doesn't reply! I went to my parent's bedoom..I tried to wake up my mother and father..I just wanted somebody to react to me...but nobody did. I tried to wake my mother up again..she woke up this tme...she got up but she didn't communicate to me! She was saying "In the name of Allah, most Merciful, most Gracious" again and again..

She woke my dad up saying "get up man, I want to check up on the kids". My dad replied in disinterest.."it's not time for this, let me sleep and in shaa Allah tomorrow I'll get to that". But she was insisting so he woke up. I was THERE. I was screaming.."dad", "mum!"..nobody was replying. I held mother's clothes to grab her attention but she didnt recognise my existence. I followed her 'til she got to my bedroom. They got into the room and turned on the lights..it wasnt making any difference to me anyway because there was a strong light there. I then saw the strangest thing in my life..my OWN BODY..on my bed!! I was tremebling..how can there be two of me?! how can that person look so much like me? and what is he doing on my bed?! I started hitting/slapping myself to wake up from this nightmare but it was too real to be a nightmare. Dad said "Ya-Allah, see the kids are sleeping, lets go back to bed". but mother wasn't at all confident..she went to the person sleeping in my bed and said "Ershad, wake up!.WAKE UP!" but he wouldn't reply.She tried again and again but no reply. Then I turned to see my dad tearing..today witnesses the first time in my life that I have seen my dad's tears. The place was shaking with screaming..my brother woke up.."Whats going on??!" in a very sad tone! with tears rolling down her cheeck, mother replied "your brother's dead! Ershad is DEAD!" I went to mother and sald "please mum, dont cry..im right here look at me!" but nobody's replying to me..why?!! I turned to Allah and asked Him to wake me up from the nightmare! Quickly following my dua was a voice saying (Quran): "You were in negligance from this, so We uncovered the blinds and today your sight is (like iron)".

Suddenly two creatures held my arm..they werent human! "Leave me alone! who are you and what do you want from me?!"

"We're you're grave guards"

I said, "but Im not dead yet!, let go of me!, I can still see, hear, touch and speak..Im not dead!".

They replied with a smile: "U humans are fascinating! U think that by dying ur life ends, while in fact life on Earth is a small dream compared to the Here After; a dream that ends at your death". They started pulling me towards my grave..on the way I saw people just like me, each had two guards like mine. Some were smiling, others crying, others screaming. I asked the guards "why are they all doing that?" They replied "These people now know their fate , some were in ignorance so they.." "..so they go to HELL??!" I interrupted. They said "yes" and continued.. "and those laughing are going to Heaven.

I quickly replied: "What about me..where will i go??"

They said "U were at times a good muslim, while other times not. One day you obey Allah, the next you disobey Him. And U werent clear with yourself and ur fate will remain so: lost". I replied, shaking; "SO! AM I GOING TO HELL?!".

They said; "Allah's mercy is so great and the journey is long". I turned to see my family carrying my dead body in a coffin..so I ran to them..I said "make duaa for me" but nobody replied. I went to my brother and warned him.."be careful with what you do in this life..dont be a fool like myself!". I was really hoping that he could hear me..the two angels (guards) tied up my soul on top of my body..I saw my relatives pouring sand over me.. at that moment I was hoping that I would be in their place..that I can turn to Allah and do as much as He wants from me that I would ask for forgiveness..for all repent my sins that angered Him, but unfortunately I couldnt. I shouted "People, dont let this life tempt you! Wake up to the truth, one day you will DIE! and you never know when..or how." I hoped for somebody to hear me but nobody there did. But YOU heard me, so save youself. Smile to others, forgive them when you've the power to punish them. Allah forgives those that forgive others. Do your prayers regularly with an open heart. Let Allah guide ur life, not Satan. Read the Quran regularly and let the prophet (PBUH) be your role model. Work in this timed life for your salvation in an eternal one. And remember this worst-regulare-sinner brother in all Ur precious and answerable prayers. And I point the above to myself just as much as I do to my friends.

Love

Love changes the landscape of heart. It erases "I" and leaves only "you". This is what love should do. It should elevate; efface; leave the ugliness of the self with the beauty of the beloved. The Arabic word for love, "muhabba" comes from the root word meaning "to erase". true love of God transforms the heart because it removes "I". It replaces "I love", "I want" and replaces it with "He loves", "He wants". The result is beauty and heart set free.

What NOT To Do To Lord Voldemort (Taken from deatheaterjokes.com)

1. Ask him why he 'doesn't have such a cool scar?'
2. Laugh at him.
3. Wake him up by singing Beach Boys songs in his ear. 'Round, round, get around, I get around...'
4. knit him things. Really hideous things.
5. Give him kangaroo-ears for a month.
6. Smile during Death Eater meetings and say you taught him everything he knows.
7. Chew bubblegum all the time. Should he address you, your only response will be a series of huge bubbles in quick succession, the last of which will burst everywhere and make a mess.
8. Dance the Funky Chicken.
9. Ask him when the last time he took a bath was.
10. Pat him on the head and give him flowers when his plans are foiled yet again.
11. If you ever need to say 'Like taking candy from a baby', be sure to add 'Of course, SOME of us might find that harder than others.' Stare pointedly at him.
12. Play 'knock-&-run' at his bedchamber door late at night.
13. Call him 'The-Man-Who-Let-the-Boy-Live.'
14. Ask why the Dark Mark couldn't look like something 'more socially acceptable?'
15. Insist that you have met chunks of cheese with more cunning plans than his.
16. Pinch him. Make sure he squeals.
17. be cheerful.
18. When he tries to impress you with his powers, say 'Awwwww, look it. Voldie's got a twiggle!'
19. Try to teach him to play a mouth organ.
20. Roll your eyes during plotting sessions and say things under your breath like 'You're the boss, boss' or 'It's your funeral.'
21. Greet him in the mornings with a sarcastic 'My sir, you look particularly menacing today.'
22. Taunt him about his middle name. 'Marvolo? What's that - a washing detergent?'
23. Keep a 'good-behavior chart'. Award points and give out gold stars.
24. Magic-marker Potter-style glasses on him while he sleeps.
25. Apparate into and out of his room rapidly. Do this non-stop for an hour. *poof* there *poof* gone *poof* there...
26. Play cards with him. Tell him he has no poker-face and how does he expect to rule supreme without one?
27. Let off party-poppers in his face whenever the urge strikes you.
28. 'Did you even HAVE a girlfriend? Like, ever?'
29. Get a pair of finger puppets closely resembling himself and Harry Potter? Re-enact all of Harry's victories over him in a spectacularly childish way. Be sure to give them both squeaky voices.
30. Anytime he enters any room, insist on entering first and announcing him grandly.
31. In these announcements, fake a trumpet noise and give him an equally fake drum roll.
32. Exclaim sarcastically 'You're breaking' my little heart here, O Dark One' whenever he starts to talk of what caused him to become who he is.
33. Encourage him to 'think happy thoughts!'
34. Ask him to give you written summaries of his sinister plots for revenge and war. Correct his spelling.
35. Mock his choice of Quirrell as a 'host.' 36. Tell you think a yoga class could 'cure him of his wicked ways.'
37. Get the song 'Mr. Tambourine Man' stuck in his head.
38. If he's having evil-plotter's-block in one of his scheming sessions, 'Wingardium Leviosa' a light bulb to float above his head. Turn it on. Look offended when he gets angry and says you thought you were helping!
39. Tell him constantly to stop repressing his anger.
40. Buy him a stress ball.
41. Hint that he is only a character in a book and will never triumph.
42. Call him Tommy-boy.
43. If you're feeling gutsy, call him Voldie-poo.
44. Whack him in the arm and say 'mosquito' - every few minutes.
45. Say he 'looked better under the turban.'
46. Eat his pet snake. Offer him some.
47. Endeavour to teach him to steeple his fingers, lean back and say 'Eeeexcellent'.
48. Start drawing outlandish parallels between his life story and 'Star Wars'. Talk at great length.
49. Be generally in awe of him and never look away.
50. 'Imperio' his Death Eaters into a rousing chorus of 'All Things Bright and Beautiful.'
51. Shower him with confetti and rice, anytime you think he needs to make a 'grand entry.'
52. Paint all the Death Eater masks with bright colors and glitter.
53. Throw him a 'Care bears'-themed birthday party.
54. Tell him what Snape's really up to.
55. Politely exclaim now and again that you don't know how he can be so afraid of dear old Dumbles.
56. Sing 'California Dreaming' at the top of your lungs when he's trying to have an 'evil moment.'
57. Should you ever be eating with him - drum tunes with your cutlery; play with your food and blow bubbles in your chocolate milk.
58. Ask him to dance a polka with you.
59. Work cutesy phrases like 'pushing-up-daisies' and 'smooth-as-a-baby's-bottom' into conversation as much as possible.
60. Ask him if he's sure 'the whole evil-maniac-out-for-power-and-revenge thing isn't getting a bit old?'
61. Get him to play 'Twister' with you.
62. Tell him you know this great therapist in London....
63. Throw Tupperware parties. Insist he sit through them.
64. Tell him you've met plenty of people more evil than he.
65. Hide his teddy bear. That ALWAYS makes him cry.
66. Get him a plant. Act mortally offended when he doesn't water it and it dies.
67. Steal, snap and bury his wand.
68. Tell him Lucius did it.
69. Give Rita Skeeter full knowledge of his whereabouts and contact details.
70. Remind him that he isn't even really alive.
71. Write him a theme song. Start singing it whenever he is about to do or say something particularly clever and nasty.
72. Offer to sacrifice Draco Malfoy 'to the cause.'
73. Insist on reading him bedtime stories. Include 'The Ugly Duckling.'
74. Make vague allusions to Harry Potter being his son.
75. When he's done something particularly nasty - cross your arms, waggle a finger and say 'Now now, do you really think Salazar would have approved of that?'
76. Ask him how he can possibly wish to harm a single hair on the head of 'that sweet, innocent, cute little boy.'
77. Tell him Wormtail has a crush on him.
78. Finish all your sentences with the words "in accordance with prophecy."
79. Leave disgusting and rotting dead things near him. Insist that it is 'Aromatherapy.'
80. Begin any question you ask him with 'Riddle me this!' Emphasis on Riddle.
81. Do not EVER act in the slightest way intimidated by him. Treat him as you would an eccentric acquaintance.
82. Cuddle him at random moments.
83. Sign him up for Little-League.
84. Ask him why he's afraid of a frail old man with a beard the size of a beehive and can't fight babies.
85. Throw biscuits at him. Constantly.
86. Tell him you think evil master plans of world domination are 'kind of girlie.'
87. Quote Argus Filch. Insist HE will one day rule the wizarding world.
88. Wonder aloud whether the name Voldemort commands as much respect as, say, Potter or Dumbledore.
89. Mimic everything he says in a sing-song voice.
90. Mimic everything he does with exaggerated limb-movements.
91. Write sonnets for him. 92. Insist he help you with the newspaper crossword every morning.
93. Follow a few paces behind him, spraying everything he touches with a can of disinfectant.
94. Tell people he's 'really just a big softie.'
95. Psychoanalyze him. Conclude that he is 'mildly depressed' and 'a bit of a control-freak.'
96. Mock his baldness.
97. Smile and say loudly 'Who loves you, Volders?' at inopportune moments. (I.e.: another of his attempted 'evil moments')
98. Get him drunk.
99. Drag out a banjo at Death Eater revels and start playing 'Kumbayah.'
100. Let him catch you trying on Death Eater robes.
101. Be Harry Potter. Be alive.
102. As he's plotting dark deeds, pretend to cough and mutter things like 'Not going to work, or 'stupid.'
103. Call him 'Champ' or 'Tiger.' Refer to yourself as 'Coach.'
104. Three words: Potter Puppet Pals.
105. Ask him where he gets his garlic-scented soap.
106. Ask him to dye Easter eggs with you.
107...at Christmas.
108. Make him dance in the rain with you.
109. Insist that this is to cleanse his soul.
110. "Accidentally" schedule him a him a haircut.
111...Even though he's bald.
112. Be offended by everything he says.
113. When he gives you an order, stare at him blankly and drool.
114. Invite him to go streaking.
115. Kill Harry.
116. On the next Valentine's Day, decorate his lair.
117...Make sure the decorations are pink and frilly.
118. Tell him that getting the same plastic surgeon as Michael Jackson was definitely a bad idea.
119. Paint his fingernails hot pink while he's sleeping, then place a permanent sticking charm on them so he can't remove the color.
120. Whenever you look at him cover your eyes with your hands and scream "IT BURNS!!!"
121. Bake him scar shaped cookies, but insist it wasn't purposeful.
122. Trade his black robes in for pink pajamas.
123. Insist that it's opposite day and paint a lightning bolt on his forehead.
124. Steal his red contacts.
125. Crazy glue a Mohawk to his head, A pink one.
126. Spray tan him while hes sleeping and make sure his palms are bright orange.
127. Set him up on a blind date with Umbridge.
128. Send him a howler than when opened (or ignored) says Avada Kedavra
129. Make a life-size cut-out of Dumbledore and place it next to his bed so its the first thing he sees when he wakes up.
130. Put a picture of Harry Potter in Slytherins Locket.
131. Transfigure one of his horcruxes into a head of lettuce and feed it to a flobberworm.
132. Give him Leprechaun gold for his birthday and tell him not to spend it all in one place.
133. When it disappears, tell him that you told him so.
134. Slip love potion into his tea that makes him fall madly in love with Draco Malfoy.
135. Leave a box of chocolates from a secret admirer on his pillow.
136. Make sure the box is pink with lots of lace and sequins.
137. Tell him, in Parseltongue, that he greatly resembles a basilisk.
138. Transfigure him into a small dog and give him to Paris Hilton.
139. Tell him hes going to a We hate Harry Potter convention in Chicago, and sign him up for an Oprah episode about abusive, controlling people and how to deal with them.
140. When hes feeling grumpy, give him a Midol.
141. Sign him up for a LOreal commercial, because hes worth it.
142. Ask him if the reason behind the obsession with Harry Potter is because he has a secret crush on him.
143. Promise to keep it a secret.
144. Call him Lord Moldy shorts.
145. Make him a myspace page having Harry Potter as his top friend, and Photoshop pictures of him worshipping an HP shrine.
146. Ask him if he got the no-nose idea from Michael Jackson. Then ask him if he is going to start sharing beds with the children of Death Eaters.
147. At a DE meeting, place a large poster of him and, with a laser pointer, go over every detail of him.
148. Ask why he can't kill a teenage boy, even though hes not protected by love anymore.
149. Ask why he has to be so dramatic all of the time.
150. Send him to anger management classes.
151. When he says hes the best, remind him that hes only third best.
152. Pull out a picture of Harry and Dumbledore and stroke it fondly.
153. Fart very loudly and tell him that he is lucky for not having a nose, because it really smells.
154. Tell him that Malfoy insists on being called Lucy and is going to refer to The Dark Lord as Ricky Retardo.
155. When he storms out of a room, make sure to put your foot in front of his legs.
156. When hes on the floor, smile and ask him what hes doing down there.
157. When he sets out to kill someone, hum the theme for the Wicked Witch of the West.
158. Sit in his armchair and place pictures of Hogwarts alumni that have succeeded on every nearby table. Tell him you put them there to remind him how he's done. Make sure the biggest portrait is of Dumbledore laughing.
159. Glue hair all over his robes, and when he puts them on, insist hes been drinking Polyjuice Potion with cat hair in it and pet him gently saying Pretty Kitty!
160. Run around in a Death eater mask saying Tom, I am your father!
161. Invite a group of young muggle children to the mansion and tell them fictional stories about how Voldie has failed to kill the great and powerful Harry Potter.
162. Make sure its at the same time as a DE meeting.
163. Replace his wand with one of Fred and Georges trick ones. Make him mad and when he tries to do the killing curse and a rubber chicken appears in his hand, laugh hysterically.
164. When the Death Eaters are plotting against Harry Potter, hum the Mission Impossible theme.
165. Fly around the room on a broom autographed by Harry Potter and sing I believe I can fly! Im about to be killed by a crazy guy!
166. In the middle of a DE meeting, Interrupt very loudly to tell him that his Harry called and said he would love to record Teletubbies for him.
168. Buy him a brand new cane and tell him that vertical stripes are very slimming.
169. Buy him a very big fur coat, fur hat, and pimp cane, then go around blasting hip-hop while telling him to smack a hoe.
170. Ask him a very simple question such as What color is that chair? And every time he answers ask Why.
171. Cover yourself in an invisibility cloak and walk into his office. Start knocking everything off the shelves, breaking as much as you can, and whisper whoooooooo when you get close to him.
172. Walk around his office while hes pacing and smack his butt. Ask him if he likes it. Keep doing it, regardless of the answer, and after a while tell him that hed better like it or youll go Crucio on his ass!
173. Run through the streets screaming Hes going to kill me! When he drags you back inside the house, ask him why he didnt ask if you were okay. When he does, say Youre trying to kill me, what do you think?
174. Knit him a scarf with the initials HJP on it and insist that he wear it as often as possible.
175. Whenever out in public with him, scream, and jump on his back, saying I missed you, Mommy!
176. As Death Eaters are leaving a meeting, make sure to send them off with complimentary pictures of Tommy with his very first diaper rash.
177. Make sure to point out the boils around his You-know-what and say that he has very sensitive skin.
178. During a meeting, run and scream Honey! Its time to take your yeast infection pill!
179. Follow him around with tampons saying I will not keep washing your bloody underwear! whenever a Death Eater is around.
180. At a DE dinner, tell him that his daughter called and wanted to know if you are still taking her to the zoo on Saturday.
181. When the Death Eaters ask if he has a daughter say Well, Harry was having a little trouble with impregnating him, so they had to adopt a 12 year old girl from muggle China. Hes a very good father. Always taking her to the ballet, giving her the talk. Sit in his lap at the dinner table and accidentally get in the way of his eating.
182. On Monday, wake him up my singing the song by the Mamas and the Papas. Tuesday, Im walking on sunshine, Wednesday, Ive got you, Babe, and so on.
183. Constantly chew bubble gum with your mouth wide open, and sing about how beautiful cows look when they're grazing.
184. When he calls you to his lair, sing Im off to see the Wizard, the wizard who cant kill a toddler!
185. Insist that his new lair should be the basement of the nearest Wal-Mart.
186. Pinch him, and when he asks why you did it, tell him you thought you were dreaming. Then tell him it cant be a dream if Harry Potters not giving you chocolate.
187. Glue caterpillars to his face while hes sleeping.
188. Sing Dont cha wish your girlfriend was HOT like me? Then laugh and say Oh wait, YOU DONT HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!
189. Ask him to give you all his revenge plans before actually doing them. When he says no, take them anyway and correct his spelling.
190. Make him watch The Music Man. And when he begs for it to stop, put on Mr. Rogers.
191. Put lavender scented soap on his pillow before he goes to bed.
192. Give him a purse filled with Chiclets.
193. When he laughs maniacally, offer him a tic-tac.
194. Imperio the Death Eaters into a chorus of Do you believe in magic?
195. Get him to play scrabble with you and insist xyqzf is a word.
196. Turn his closet into a Ginny Weasley shrine and insist that it will help him get closer to the mind of Harry.
197. Write a story about a super hero (Hairy Potty) defeating the evil villain Moldy shorts, and then laugh about how he still loses, even to a toilet.
198. Sign him up for Little League. Make sure hes on the team with the brightest color jersey.
199. Imperio him into completely finishing the New York Times crossword puzzle every morning in at most five minutes. 200. Sew sequins and lace on his robes and coat them with glitter.
201. Be alive!