Monday, September 29, 2008

Eid Saeed !

May we retain the spirit of self-restraint that Ramadan teaches us, all through the year !


The "Afghan Girl," a previously unidentified Afghan refugee. The image itself was named as "the most recognized photograph" in the history of the National Geographic magazine and her face became famous as the cover photograph on the June 1985 issue. The photo has also been widely used on Amnesty International brochures, posters, and calendars. The identity of the "Afghan Girl" remained unknown for over 15 years until Steve McCurry and a National Geographic team located the woman, Sharbat Gula, in 2002.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

The love I seek

I want a lover with a fiery heart,
at war with the world and the stars,
a lover not afraid of bloodshed or murder,
and whose fire no water can quench.
-Mevalana Jallaluddin Mohammed Rumi



In love, ask for madness,
a life abandoned and a mind lost,
ask for dangerous adventures
in deserts filled with blood and fire!
-Mevalana Jallaluddin Mohammed Rumi

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Who Am I?

This blog has been an interesting project for me. I love the opportunity to share my thoughts with the world but the reactions from readers are most appealing. I’ve been elusive about myself - and thats in my nature in reality. But I certainly have revealed much if you only look a little deeper. From early on in my blogging career I found comments from people trying to fit me into a mould. Trying to guess who I am and what my status is. Even to the extent of being asked if I am “so and so” – people I’ve never heard of. I’m thoroughly amused by the investigative questions. Even in my “real” life I’m constantly encountering people who try to complete the puzzle. Often times I'm like a shape-shifter, able to blend in anywhere, I adapt to my surroundings and I'm a local wherever I travel to! Of course where I come from has an impact on who I am, but it doesn’t define me. Where I’ve been and where I’m going equally augment my personality and my being. But I can’t be labelled and I can’t be sorted and filed. I’m ever changing, a citizen of the world and being a desert demon means I’m unbound by any place, space or time. Ever moving, ever exploring, ever discovering, full of mystery and intrigue. Like shifting sands that never settle, I'm always on the move - following the wind, chasing the mirage. Such is the life of the Bedouin!

Women of the Indian Desert

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Where Dreams Live

Dreams live in the space between the clouds and the heavens. Where else would a dream want to wait it out? Here you can listen when your soul speaks to you, here that is far away from everything that could possibly hold you back or skew your judgement.

Up here the only sounds come from your thoughts and the rhythmic beating of your heart. The purity of the colours up here are captivating because here there is no pollution to dress the sunset and as night falls there are no city lights and dusty winds to hide the sparkling stars, that is of course... until a nuclear bomb explodes.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Eulogy on the death of honour, integrity and ethics

At midnight, exhausted, I lay in bed listening to the soothing sounds of qiyam ul layl drifting in through my window. A cool breeze wafting through, flirting with the sheer curtain. It was a peaceful, calming end to a day filled with anxiety and uncertainty. Almost as though Allah (SWT) was sending a message that everything was going to be ok. There still is a lot of uncertainty and people are still anxious and worried and the future looks rather precarious. But then we’re reminded by Allah (SWT):

Help yourselves (in your affairs) with patience and prayer. It is a difficult task indeed, but not for the humble ones (2:45)

So what do we say about the situation our country is faced with? Can we just ignore it and think that life goes on as normal? I doubt that! What can be said about this President who has been publically debased by thugs?

It was the humility and the gentle acceptance of fate that struck me most. Had it been any other man, perhaps they might have fought to the bitter end. Some were surprised that he didn’t. But wouldn’t a vote of no-confidence have been all the more humiliating. His exit was graceful. A person who stood by his beliefs. A person of integrity and wisdom. A human being – not infallible. Someone who, years ago, stood up at the United Nations and told the world that “we have failed”. And yes the world failed in its responsibilities to the poor and to Africa. Remarkably, he didn’t give up, in the in the face of the harshest criticism. He had a vision for a better life for all that was cemented in a strong value system.

“Indeed the work we have done in pursuit of the vision and the principles of our liberation movement has at all times been based on the age-old values of Ubuntu, of selflessness, sacrifice and service in a manner that ensures that the interests of the people take precedence over our desires as individuals.”

It begs the question whether the new leadership will still hold fast to those values or are we soon to witness selfishness, greed, and the interests of a few over others?

Are we to suddenly ignore the huge successes achieved by our country under the leadership of this man and instead harp on the few mistakes he may have made? Nelson Mandela led us to Freedom but it was Thabo Mbeki who took us to the gates of prosperity. How many of us are aware that in 1994 we inherited a debt that the Apartheid government incurred and that it was Mbeki who changed that and hurled us out from a debt crisis to be seen as one of the healthiest emerging economic powers in the world.

They cry about him being an itinerant - how he’s more interested in Africa than South Africa but what are we without Africa? We’re just a little speck of dust at the bottom end of a huge continent. Where does the arrogance come from? Do we still have delusions of living isolated, on our little island, away from the rest of the world as we did during Apartheid?

They say he is aloof and disconnected from the people. So really this is a teenage popularity contest, where the nerd who doesn’t dance at the parties and who reads and thinks and philosophises can’t win and the bully, playboy gets crowned king at the matric ball. How different are we then from the Americans we laugh at for having voted for George Bush.

A few years ago South Africa was known as the beacon of freedom, of human rights, of all things good and pure. We stood as an example to the world for reconciliation, for peace and dignity.
Today we’re mocked!

Sounds like an obituary doesn’t it? Perhaps it is a eulogy on the death of honour, integrity and ethics.

Maybe we can take comfort in the choice for an interim leader. This may have prevented chaos and a mass exodus of senior officials, which would possibly have left the country in a deplorable state.

The change may be needed but are we ready for the turbulence

The secret of Truth is not unravelled by questioning or giving away your wealth and position. You cannot exalt the heart with mere words, pain is the price that the heart has to pay – Mevlana Jallaluddin Mohammed Rumi

A Tuareg Woman

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Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Muslimness Continued...

Ramadan being the month in which the Quran was revealed, muslims everywhere take the opportunity to recite the poetic verses. While reading verse 177 of the second Surah, I was very excited at having found the definition of muslimness:

“It is not righteousness
That ye turn your faces
Towards East or West;
But it is righteousness -
To believe in Allah
And the Last Day,
And the Angels,
And the Book,
And the Messengers;
To spend of your substance,
Out of your love for Him,
For your kin,
For orphans,
For the needy,
For the wayfarer,
For those who ask,
And for the ransom of slaves;
To be steadfast in prayer,
And practise regular charity,
To fulfill the contracts
Which ye have made;
And to be firm and patient,
In pain
And adversity
And throughout All periods of panic.
Such are the people
Of truth, the God- fearing

I love that Islam is so much more than just rituals and self-help. I love that it recognises injustice and inequality and that the fighting of social injustice and the uplifting of fellow human beings is at the top of the 'to do' list.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

You Go Girl !!!

TEHRAN, Iran—Veiled women learn how to shoot in the outskirts of the city, 1986, by
Jean Gaumy

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This was totally worth the watch...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EhSdXWYQLgA
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Friday, September 12, 2008

Window Washing

I haven’t been able to sleep very well this week. Its definitely not the usual alarms and gunshots and sirens ringing out in the night keeping me awake. And I don’t think that the change of routine in terms of eating schedule and sehri has really affected me. the truth is, I’m worried and its that nagging worry where you know all you can do is mull over it because alone, you can’t really make a change to the situation.

Its not anything new that I’m fretting about. But when you’re faced with stark embarrassing reminders of how sick a society we really live in, you can’t help but spend the nights pondering.

We’re aware of the demons inside ourselves that we’re constantly battling – and I’m told they’re supposed to be under lock and key in this month – so who do we have to blame? How loud is this devil whispering that so many in our country seem to be lured by his call? Or is it a sickness we’ve failed to find a cure a for?

Yes, we live in a country with violence – what country on this earth is without it?

But how tragic that in our communities and in our land we choose to follow the ones who act so unashamedly! And worse still, we defend and protect them in the face of criticism.

I’m sick of the hypocrisy!
We fail to take responsibility for our own shortcomings and look to others to hide our flaws. The more we do that, the more it festers within and we’re crippled by the gangrened limb we fail to sever.

Enough!
Enough with defending the rapists, sodomists, murderers and fraudsters!
Enough with pretending that the Muslim community in this country is immune to it!
Enough with pointing the fingers to others as we knowingly go to bed with the perpetrators!
Enough with sucking up to those we think are powerful so that we can fill our pockets!
Enough with the denial!

It does happen to us!
In your homes!
In your lives!
Its not something distant and its not happening only to “them”

Wake up and smell the fucking incest and crackheads!
And for a change, look at the reflection in the damn windows of your glass houses!!!!

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Current Addictions

Current Addictions

Brazen started this.
I was put on the spot (tagged) by aasia (I’ll get you my pretty, and your little dog too!!!!)

Writing this blog trumps all other recent addictions! Its my new pet! Wonder if it will have to be killed and buried like my tamagotchi!

Driving into sunsets (as I’m desperately trying to get home in time for iftar)

There is no life where there is no chocolate!!!!!

Sex (what can I say? It’s a substitute for chocolate!)

Earthquakes (Just noticed there’s a lot of them lately so thought I’d keep an eye out but so far nothings rocked my world)

People I’ve infected with this virus (i.e. tagged):

Shafinaaz

Dude


What you need to do:* Post at least five current addictions (with some details please).*Mention the person who started this game of tag (i.e Being Brazen) and also the person who just tagged you.*Type your post with the heading “Current addictions”.*Tag at least two people and pass on the above rules

Monday, September 8, 2008

WMS

“Why Me Syndrome” or WMS is one of the most fatal viruses to hit earth, it ranges from short termed, if given a “GAL” (get a life) shot, to terminal if it receives sympathy instead of treatment.

It's beyond shocking, that even within our privileged lives we're still so ungrateful. Speaking to a friend, I discovered that the word kafir as used in the Quran and islamic literature in its raw form actually means 'ungrateful'.

So... the greatest achievement in life is to reach contentment. A place where what you have is sufficient and God is enough. It is in the attainment of this 'higher plane” that sufis, saints and sadhus have spent decades. What would cause one to remove ones self from society to stand on one leg, on a mountain top for an eon? Don't get me wrong I don't believe that islam is about isolation. Personally I think it's somewhat easier to live removed from sin and society (whether you believe that they are two separate concepts or not) I see the true challenge as existing within the crazy world and still obeying God's commands.

The pursuit of material wealth has somewhat jaded us, the modern day idols have far more shrines and temples than all the “old religions” combined. Apart from a constant greed to acquire more, they have made us oblivious to the fact that although as humans we may want a lot, we really need very little to survive.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Sahtain!





There’s really nothing sweeter than picking a fresh date off the palm and sinking your teeth into its soft, succulent flesh. Warmed by the sun, it melts in your mouth. Just be sure to pick it in the right season and wait till iftaar time!

Friday, September 5, 2008

.... The Root of All Evil ....


They stood there, frozen, their thobes billowing in the icy desert wind. The soft sands wet from the coagulating debris strewn around. A lumpy masticated, mangled mess lay before them. Trudging through the molassed vestiges, the echo of each step amplified in the quiescence. The dim light of the SUV was far too garish and laid bare the picture before them. It seemed misplaced in the otherwise tranquil surroundings. Here, this place, where so many sought refuge from the daily stresses of city life.
The residual fragments sent shivers down their spines, as they prepared to gather evidence. All the training they’d gone through in over ten countries could never have prepared them for the brutality of this. Here, in their own land, an act of such wickedness! What vile, nefarious creature could possibly have been reduced to such deviltry?!!! Is such aggressive evil inherent? Does that beastly instinct lie dormant in each of us until something triggers and it is unleashed?
A somewhat deranged phonecall – whispers trying to be heard over frantic screams in the background – led them here in the dead of the night. Three men, reduced to whimpering puppies, yelped out their end of the tale. When they got here, she was alive. Gasping for breath. Crying out for help. The thin black scarf still tightly wound around her neck. He rushed to her side. With what little strength she had, she reached for his face, almost as if to stroke his cheek but clawing it instead. He yanked her by the hair with one hand and grabbed a nearby rock with other, bludgeoning her until the blood curdled in her mouth. It wasn’t enough. She survived the first attempt. He had to be sure this time! The three of them still looked on in horror as he got back into the Land Cruiser, revving it up, and using this machine to mince her! Was this the mess he brought them here to clean up for a mere sixty thousand dollars? Get rid of the evidence. No it wasn’t enough. Not for this.
The sunrise cast an even bloodier tinge on the sand. The headlines read: 25 Year Old Held In Connection With Death of Aunt – Homicidal Maniac Murders for Money. The fluttering of the flags mimicked the sound of the blood-red against sand-white chequered ghutras in the wind. Breathing in the cool winter breeze, his mind raced back to the events of that blackened night. Drowning in the pool of her smouldering eyes, her pleas for mercy deafening the sounds of the rifles until there was dead dead silence.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Mythical Bondage ?

The loss of sisterhood to the Bermuda Triangle of 'special bonds' is a much debated issue. Many argue that -along with Santa ,the tooth fairy and Bush's brain- it has never existed and rightly so, why is it that a higher level of care and consideration is expected when women relate to each other?

Is there really a need to act so shocked when women are ruthless or bitchy? Abu Ghraib, Baghram and Guantanamo have all proven that female soldiers can 'cruel it up', with the best of their male counterparts. Women being harsh to other women isn't misogynistic in the least, after all being good or bad is part of human nature and evil is hardly gender specific.

However, I must admit that every time a woman chooses to side with her 'gender' sister in a conflict situation or not hurt another woman because her heart is breaking, the Lochness monster of 'special bonds' briefly rears, its partially mythical head before it plunges into the murky depths once more .

Nomadic Woman of Niger


(Picture found @ www.discoverfrance.net/Colonies/Images/Places...)

Monday, September 1, 2008

God doesn't play hide and seek

As Ramadan approaches, different parts of the world welcome it in different ways. Personally I've always enjoyed Ramadan in “muslim” countries more. This is mostly because of the festive, happy mood that dances in the air like the fragrance of sweet tea. I do realise that there is more to Ramadan than a 'festive mood' but what I don't understand is why muslims get so caught up in the dogma that they often forget, that Islam also has a 'fun side of the island'.

Now enough about the partying and onto more serious issues. In the Quran God says: “O you who believe, fasting is prescribed for you, like it was prescribed for those before you, so that you may learn self-restraint.” (2:23)

Self-restraint is about so much more than just the not eating and the not having sex. It includes so many aspects of everyday life that we fall short on. Like to restrain from; worshipping material idols; being self-absorbed; being insensitive and the list continues...

We often get it wrong! Ramadan doesn't change who we are, its merely an introductory course for who we should be. The aim being, to enable us to create a new, better habit for both body and soul. After all it is not for God that we fast because God already sees right to the bottom of our sleaziness. When we fast it is in the hope that we will embrace the spirit of self-restraint that Ramadan teaches us throughout the year.