Rebecca Kay Bright, Author

  Unveiling the Sacred: The Significance of the Noble Enclosure (Dome of the Rock) in Islamic Faith      Nestled atop the sacred grounds of Jerusalem's Old City, the Noble Enclosure, more commonly known as the Dome of the Rock, stands as a timeless testament to Islamic heritage and devotion. With its resplendent golden dome and intricate Turkish Faience tile walls, this architectural marvel commands attention and reverence. In this blog post, we delve into the profound importance of the Dome of the Rock in the Islamic faith, tracing its historical roots, spiritual significance, and enduring legacy. Commissioned by the esteemed Caliph Abd al-Malik ibn Marwan in the 7th century CE, the Dome of the Rock holds the distinction of being the oldest surviving Islamic monument. Positioned atop the highest point in Old Jerusalem, its octagonal structure and iconic dome symbolize the zenith of Islamic architectural excellence. As pilgrims and visitors gaze upon its awe-inspiring beauty, they

Just Be Greatful I know this is four months early but seriously people can y'all please be greatful this year? Don't go bitching and whining because someone like me chooses to says "Happy Holidays" in December!  Christianity is NOT our nations religion (we are not and never were a theocracy) and not the only religion out there. I say Happy Holidays because it's polite and inclusive. I don't expect you to say say "Happy Yule" or "Merry Christmas" to me I prefer to hear "Happy Holidays" but I don't bitch about December being turned into Christian-land even though there are at least SIX other religions with major holidays in December.  There is no "war in Christmas" if anything there is a war on all other religions who have to suffer that bell outside stores, Christmas carols in every building and on the radio, and constantly hear you all say "Merry Christmas" and y'all get mad when we either don'

                                    The Compassionate Outsider “ Fill your mind with compassion” – Buddha     Sometimes being compassionate is the hardest thing that one can do. I was raised in a family that is like most American families…rather negative. I was not raised to be compassionate to others or even animals. I used to long for an older brother. I have no siblings at all, but now in my thirties when I look back at it I am glad I don’t have any siblings. Not that I got what I wanted or all the attention, the opposite really, but that I don’t know how likely a boy would have been able to turn out as opposite of my parents as I did. I was born in a small town in Texas and lived there until I was about seven when we moved to the Austin area. When I was in elementary in Austin my parents had me in religious private schools until fifth grade when I finally went back to public schools. The little private schools I went to were nice enough; I did like how small the class