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A Moroccan Women

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A Tumultuous Start To 2012

It has been a while since I last blogged. It seems the universe well aware of its mortality (thanx to Mayan predictions) has decided to grant me 'over-living'. 

Apart from a funeral there has been love, pain (ordered as a side dish like fries or salad with a fast food meal to remind us we're alive), a good book and too much food. 

The person we lost lived every single day to the max and compromised on nothing. She taught us that life was for celebrating and I hope that now that she's gone we remember that. 

I always find it surprising that even though death is the only definite life offers us we are always shocked and unprepared when it happens. Life is so transient at times and then at others it seems like forever. Why is it that we never enjoy the present as the only guaranteed time we own?

i was reminded of the companion of the prophet (swt) who dug a grave next to his home so he would constantly be reminded of death and that in turn would force him to live the best life he could. There's a lesson in that, after all how we spend the few years we have on this earth will dictate how we will live out eternity. 

For My Old Friends... Some New Meat!

The return of the Desert Demons Calender...


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 Have Happy New Year Everyone!

(all the photos were sources by randomly sticking key words into google and now with google's image search you should have no problem popping them in and finding out who took the picture and who the eye candy is)

Hard Times For Dreamers...

* (I guess as 2011 draws to a close I'm feeling a little jaded)

I miss being 21 and believing that anything was possible and that I could be the catalyst for any change I perceived . I miss  believing without a doubt that it was all there in my subconscious waiting to be written into reality by my actions. Believing in unlimited chances to fix and change and learn and do. Knowing that despite being human and fallible we are divine and beautiful. I miss knowing that despite incredible odds I could create the reality I desired.

I guess I will always remain an idealist about love and freedom but more and more the dreamer seems to accept that she resides only in my head.

'Tis The Season...

Sacred days from the  Abrahamic faiths are usually both  about  remembering  a special event  and a commitment  to social justice.

So whether it is Easter and you're commemorating the death of Christ and remembering what he strove to uphold or Eid–ul- Adhaa and remembering Abraham’s commitment to obey God’s command to slaughter his son and sharing your meat with the poor, It is safe to say that it is never just about a party.

However humans often forget the bigger picture (of course this  is not related to religious days specifically it seems to be a chronic behavioural pattern of  life in the time of Lady Gaga).

So this year as we kick back and enjoy the festive season let us think back to what Jesus stood for and since only dates, names and places change let us also think about what his teachings mean for life on earth 2000 years later and how we can implement his lessons to ensure that Christmas is more meaningful than crass consumerism and fake wishes.

Maa Tughe Salaam By A R Rahman

And Now For A Word From My Pedestal...

Libya has been liberated but I am not happy...

Yet another revolution betrayed by western interests how can I be happy?

 
I watched the young Libyans dancing in the jammed streets, their guns pointing towards the skies where NATO unleashed its terror and I wonder what there is to dance about?

 
The rebels have taken Tripoli, they proclaim, yet they remain quiet about the multi-state coalition that will take the oil. Should I be pleased? 

The African leaders are as impotent as their Arab brothers against the mighty west how can I sing with joy? 

The ummah embroiled in strife did nothing to help the fasting masses in Libya how can I feast at dusk? 

And the bombs? Well the bombs are not advanced enough to tell rebel from Gadaffi loyalist... or are they? 

Do I celebrate the no fly zones that gave the UK, US and France a  space to test their new toys? 

Or maybe I can feel joy at the grand names with which the war mongers have labelled the theft and disempowerment of a nation. If they were honest then NATO's Operation Unified Pacifier would be called: Protecting Libyan oil from Libyans and the US's Oddessy Dawn would be called: Ensuring a new base closer to the Middle-East and the AFPAK.  

And please warn France that one day the real Harmattan* will come. It will blow from Africa and it will not be bound by the AU or the UN or fear or a slave mentality. It will come with the vengence of the slaves who were taken from the West Coast of Africa and with the Fire of the Mau Mau. It will come from South Africa and Nigeria and Rwanda and Somalia. It will come from the Congo and Sierra Leone and the Sahara and it will destroy those greedy western delusions. It will reject all the dollars they pay it to stop. It will wreck their plans and it will force them out of our lands.

It will break all the chains and it will set us free. 

And that day my friends I will have something to celebrate! 

*The Harmattan is a dry, dusty easterly or northeasterly wind on the West African coast, occurring from December to February. It is also the name France has given to its intervention in Libya. 

*(This is a re-post from 0ctober when my friends at attempting unison used to blog) 

Portrait Of A Rajasthani Man

(Pranit Patil)