Bismilllah Al Rahman Al Raheem.
I am not into the new age, the new world the new "awakening" idioms and garbage.
I am old school from the East.
There is nothing to discover there is everything to rediscover.
There is nothing to search for there is everything to Unveil.
I don't know about Californian gurus, I know about Charlatans, who mince words to fit your desires and their pockets...We call them the little dajjals . The Anti Christ plural. We still have words left in the East that point to the Truth, bombs haven't managed to erase that, and it will never manage to erase that. And that deserves another chapter, specially composed for ...and inshAllah it will come about when the time is right....
These new age charlatans get to the Truth by proxy. They read books about books about books about books....and they say I got it.
There is only ONE BOOK you need, it is the KORAN. I am not talking shariah with a small s am talking Shariah with a big S. Shariah and Shar'ee share the same root.
Shar'ee means street. A street is what you take to walk on to get from a A to B. It is a Path.
A derivative from Shar'ee is Mashru'...meaning Project.
Mashru' also means legal. You say in Arabic "gher Mashr'u" meaning not legal, not legitimate, not right, not true.
A Shar'ee also means a person who judges between what is legitimate and not legitimate, between right and not right, between true and not true...that is for it's legalistic definition.
Old School basically says there is Truth and there is non Truth. You want to walk the Path of Truth ? There are certain basic prescriptions you need to follow on that Path, sign posts if you wish...so you don't take a wrong turning on that Street. Why not take a wrong turning ? Because your intention was set to walk from A to B in the shortest distance.
By all means you can take detours, they may lead you and they may not lead you to your Destination. You may get lost, you may get confused, you may err....and that is fine too....however if your intention is set, you will be taken back to the main Path....
This is the challenge ALLAH GOD presents to you in the BOOK, the challenge and the promise.
Some err so far down the wrong street, they end up in a totally different place, they forget why they even walked that street in the first place....and some stay stuck in the detours, in the labyrinth....they take dajjals for companions....these dajjals feed their egos....and the ego goes out of control, nothing stops it, it becomes a Pharaoh. This is when Truth strikes. Pharaoh crumbles...
Old School promises Pharaohs within and without to crumble, since they are not based on Truth.
Old School says there is only ALLAH only GOD there is no one else. All of creation submits to that Truth, except humans...GOD will take you back to Him, Her It...by any means necessary....even if you have to go through Hell. What is not true is burned away, what is true remains.
That is the nature of Truth, Truth is. Simply.
This is It in a nutshell.
Friday, 17 February 2017
Wednesday, 15 February 2017
I Write What I Want.
Haven't been writing here much because I write elsewhere. I also made ample use of twitter as a form of micro blogging reserved for a few.
Why reserved for a few ?
Because I start with the hypothesis that the great majority are ignorant and idiots. A hypothesis that is confirmed and re-confirmed on a daily basis. So I guess that makes my hypothesis empirically valid.
Idiocy plus ignorance is a combustible mix, and a dangerous one too. Hopefully it will blow itself up.
Plus writing what I want to write is my way of letting go....a sort of dumping off the extra charges, that don't belong to me. A way to to undress not me, but others...and maybe teach a few things here and there about the ultimate reality of things.
What audacity to claim to know the ultimate reality of things eh ? Well I do, I was given a preview. I did not invent it, this ultimate reality of things, it is already there, here.
Nor was I given special extraordinary powers , It is there for all to access. You just need a sincere heart. That is all that is required of you.
But I guess this sincere heart is the most difficult thing to attain, idiocy and ignorance are veils, shrouding hearts into great arrogance.
Anyways this is not my problem. I deliver messages that's all, by writing what I want.
Why reserved for a few ?
Because I start with the hypothesis that the great majority are ignorant and idiots. A hypothesis that is confirmed and re-confirmed on a daily basis. So I guess that makes my hypothesis empirically valid.
Idiocy plus ignorance is a combustible mix, and a dangerous one too. Hopefully it will blow itself up.
Plus writing what I want to write is my way of letting go....a sort of dumping off the extra charges, that don't belong to me. A way to to undress not me, but others...and maybe teach a few things here and there about the ultimate reality of things.
What audacity to claim to know the ultimate reality of things eh ? Well I do, I was given a preview. I did not invent it, this ultimate reality of things, it is already there, here.
Nor was I given special extraordinary powers , It is there for all to access. You just need a sincere heart. That is all that is required of you.
But I guess this sincere heart is the most difficult thing to attain, idiocy and ignorance are veils, shrouding hearts into great arrogance.
Anyways this is not my problem. I deliver messages that's all, by writing what I want.
Monday, 8 August 2016
Arab Idols
I finished the usual tedious chores, I don't watch TV often, if anything it's documentaries on my tablet or maybe the news if there is a burning issue, but since there is always a burning issue in the Arab world, so I make it a point to watch the news over and above, my Twitter feed, which at times looks apocalyptic.
But this evening, I wanted to watch Arab Idol. You know Arab Idol ? A copy paste of American Idol, except it's in Arabic.
Kentucky Fried Chicken (barf) and Pepsi Cola were sponsoring at some point.
Anyways, I like watching Arab Idol because I love music, good voices and talent...I think unconsciously I try to gulp down as much music as I can because there is a fear lurking at the back of my mind that one day maybe that too is going to be forbidden.
And while watching, I can't quietly watch, I must make remarks, comments, usually snide ones, sarcastic ones, not very nice I know, but hey they are on center stage not me plus who gives a shit they don't hear me, it's nothing personal...or is it ?
I am particularly hard on the "jury", not so much the contestants because that's their chance in life, they are beginners, with high hopes, but the Jury I can't stand.
Two Lebanese, one very moronic, more moronic than the other...one from the Gulf, who believes she is the reincarnation of Queen of Sheba, and another Egyptian who can't tell his ass from a hole in the ground.
Anyways for me it's entertaining bashing these Jury idols ; the way they look, the way they speak, their pretense, their nonsensical sentences, their plastic surgery, their horror makeup, their crocodile tears, their egomania and their stardom based on pure garbage.
In that sense these Idols, are no different from other Idols in other countries ...it's all the same statues...copy paste...erected and crowned by Kentucky Fried Chicken and Pepsi Cola.
I finished the usual tedious chores, I don't watch TV often, if anything it's documentaries on my tablet or maybe the news if there is a burning issue, but since there is always a burning issue in the Arab world, so I make it a point to watch the news over and above, my Twitter feed, which at times looks apocalyptic.
But this evening, I wanted to watch Arab Idol. You know Arab Idol ? A copy paste of American Idol, except it's in Arabic.
Kentucky Fried Chicken (barf) and Pepsi Cola were sponsoring at some point.
Anyways, I like watching Arab Idol because I love music, good voices and talent...I think unconsciously I try to gulp down as much music as I can because there is a fear lurking at the back of my mind that one day maybe that too is going to be forbidden.
And while watching, I can't quietly watch, I must make remarks, comments, usually snide ones, sarcastic ones, not very nice I know, but hey they are on center stage not me plus who gives a shit they don't hear me, it's nothing personal...or is it ?
I am particularly hard on the "jury", not so much the contestants because that's their chance in life, they are beginners, with high hopes, but the Jury I can't stand.
Two Lebanese, one very moronic, more moronic than the other...one from the Gulf, who believes she is the reincarnation of Queen of Sheba, and another Egyptian who can't tell his ass from a hole in the ground.
Anyways for me it's entertaining bashing these Jury idols ; the way they look, the way they speak, their pretense, their nonsensical sentences, their plastic surgery, their horror makeup, their crocodile tears, their egomania and their stardom based on pure garbage.
In that sense these Idols, are no different from other Idols in other countries ...it's all the same statues...copy paste...erected and crowned by Kentucky Fried Chicken and Pepsi Cola.
Monday, 1 August 2016
One Day A Year
I have this secret wish, that at least one day a year I do not have to/be able to
- answer calls and not even hear the phone ring
- answer messages, whatsapp, emails viber
- wake up at a particular hour
- hear alarm bells
- see anyone - i mean NO ONE
- sleep when I want
- eat when I want
- laze around in total sloth
- no lists pending to be executed
- no letters, reports, to write
- zero demands, zero requests, zero expectations
- hear anyone complain about anything
- answer tweets
- clean, wash, wipe, dust
- answer any obligation visible or invisible - nothing, nada
- say to myself oh shit it's 3 pm oh shit it's 9 am, oh shit it's 5 pm, oh shit it's 2 am
- hear : don't be late, so and so is coming
- hear myself say : better be up to it you have an appointment today and tomorrow and the day after
- rush through coffee breaks because of appointments
- worry about bills getting paid on time
- worry about having enough money to pay bills on time
- bump into anyone by "coincidence"
- hear "Layla don't forget"
- hear any noise, like ANY noise , not even a buzzing mosquito
One day a year of total dis-engagement from the world, like Total, even in my Head...not for 15 mn not for 2 hours but for 24 hours solid.
One day a year I do not have to hear those words loudly or silently : you must you should you have to, you could...
One day a year when the words but / if only -- are totally erased from of any vocabulary, loudly or silently pronounced.
One day a year when I can say fuck you to the whole world, to their expectations, demands, obligations, duties, to what is said to what is not said, one day a year ....
One day a year where I can forget where I am from, my origins, my color, my race, my nationality, my religion, my sex, my looks, my body, my brains and my heart.
One day a year where it pleasantly stops, not death like stop, but pleasantly stops, like sitting by a river and the river don't stop but I stop, and just watch it take me gently away, transport me like on a rocking chair, a cradle, a crib....
One day a year...just one day a year when I can say Fuck It to all of it.
I have this secret wish, that at least one day a year I do not have to/be able to
- answer calls and not even hear the phone ring
- answer messages, whatsapp, emails viber
- wake up at a particular hour
- hear alarm bells
- see anyone - i mean NO ONE
- sleep when I want
- eat when I want
- laze around in total sloth
- no lists pending to be executed
- no letters, reports, to write
- zero demands, zero requests, zero expectations
- hear anyone complain about anything
- answer tweets
- clean, wash, wipe, dust
- answer any obligation visible or invisible - nothing, nada
- say to myself oh shit it's 3 pm oh shit it's 9 am, oh shit it's 5 pm, oh shit it's 2 am
- hear : don't be late, so and so is coming
- hear myself say : better be up to it you have an appointment today and tomorrow and the day after
- rush through coffee breaks because of appointments
- worry about bills getting paid on time
- worry about having enough money to pay bills on time
- bump into anyone by "coincidence"
- hear "Layla don't forget"
- hear any noise, like ANY noise , not even a buzzing mosquito
One day a year of total dis-engagement from the world, like Total, even in my Head...not for 15 mn not for 2 hours but for 24 hours solid.
One day a year I do not have to hear those words loudly or silently : you must you should you have to, you could...
One day a year when the words but / if only -- are totally erased from of any vocabulary, loudly or silently pronounced.
One day a year when I can say fuck you to the whole world, to their expectations, demands, obligations, duties, to what is said to what is not said, one day a year ....
One day a year where I can forget where I am from, my origins, my color, my race, my nationality, my religion, my sex, my looks, my body, my brains and my heart.
One day a year where it pleasantly stops, not death like stop, but pleasantly stops, like sitting by a river and the river don't stop but I stop, and just watch it take me gently away, transport me like on a rocking chair, a cradle, a crib....
One day a year...just one day a year when I can say Fuck It to all of it.
Saturday, 15 November 2014
I am not the one to be intimidated...
I am not the one to be intimidated...
I will take you, in your presence and in your absence, shake you, turn you upside down ...and if I deem you fit, present you as a transformed gift.
I hope you read my words well...
I will take you, in your presence and in your absence, shake you, turn you upside down ...and if I deem you fit, present you as a transformed gift.
I hope you read my words well...
Saturday, 15 March 2014
Truth be Told...
Truth be told, I don't care much for readers....I do care and at the same time I don't care. I know how writers...whatever their degree of writing ...wish for appreciation..I don't care for appreciation.
Not that the fact of "being appreciated" is contra-nature. But you don't sell yourself for appreciation.
You are, or ought to remain authentic...no matter what...to the best of your ability...regardless if you are appreciated or not appreciated.
That has been my motto..and it shall remain.
Not that the fact of "being appreciated" is contra-nature. But you don't sell yourself for appreciation.
You are, or ought to remain authentic...no matter what...to the best of your ability...regardless if you are appreciated or not appreciated.
That has been my motto..and it shall remain.
Wednesday, 25 December 2013
Impotent Males
I can instantly recognize an impotent male. There is something in my radar that tells me so. The bigger his male bravado, the more I know he is lacking on that front...I don't know how I know, I just know.
It is not that I hold it against him, after all, penile disfunction is like a disease. However I may want to point out the numerous ways in which he contributes to that illness...the proverbial limp dick.
On the one hand one can see it as the hand of God...meaning, you misuse your dick long enough literally or figuratively, it will backfire on your head ---you will ultimately turn into a dickhead since your head is no longer working nor your dick...so you make up for it by being a dick head.
The other possibility is that you are so fucking insecure ---you know, years of comparing yourself to other dicks coupled with many hours of watching porn and bam...that little thing has gone dead. Can't blame it really, again you misused it and it has gone on strike.
The third possibility is that you got rejected so many times, possibly with very good reason because you are a dickhead, like born a dickhead...and your actual dick is just following suite, rejecting you in turn.
Now you get to choose which one applies and keep me posted.
xxx
It is not that I hold it against him, after all, penile disfunction is like a disease. However I may want to point out the numerous ways in which he contributes to that illness...the proverbial limp dick.
On the one hand one can see it as the hand of God...meaning, you misuse your dick long enough literally or figuratively, it will backfire on your head ---you will ultimately turn into a dickhead since your head is no longer working nor your dick...so you make up for it by being a dick head.
The other possibility is that you are so fucking insecure ---you know, years of comparing yourself to other dicks coupled with many hours of watching porn and bam...that little thing has gone dead. Can't blame it really, again you misused it and it has gone on strike.
The third possibility is that you got rejected so many times, possibly with very good reason because you are a dickhead, like born a dickhead...and your actual dick is just following suite, rejecting you in turn.
Now you get to choose which one applies and keep me posted.
xxx
Wednesday, 27 November 2013
Am a Believer...
Am a believer, but not what you believe in...
I tell you what I believe in...
I believe in a Supra Power that created you and me...but if you try to take over me, then I will take you over you if necessary. It's that fucking simple.
If you see me eye to eye...then that's fair and we can disagree.
But if you see me from above and you are a mortal like myself, then I will fucking take you down, by all means necessary or by all necessary means...
I hope am clear.
PS : Trust me, I have MY OWN means to do so...I have not been in the Wilderness for nothing.
I tell you what I believe in...
I believe in a Supra Power that created you and me...but if you try to take over me, then I will take you over you if necessary. It's that fucking simple.
If you see me eye to eye...then that's fair and we can disagree.
But if you see me from above and you are a mortal like myself, then I will fucking take you down, by all means necessary or by all necessary means...
I hope am clear.
PS : Trust me, I have MY OWN means to do so...I have not been in the Wilderness for nothing.
Monday, 25 November 2013
Castrating Bitch.
Am often called a "castrating bitch". Oh dear me, I wonder why ?
I mean after all, men have really lived up to the image they gave of themselves. Who would want to castrate such tender protective beings ?
Who would dare unveil this famous potent savior of a knight ? Who would want to ruffle this fossilized caveman out of his narcissistic stupor ?
After all, the phallus, that great weaponry of the centuries is at stake...we surely can't touch that, or can we ?
hahahahaha
I love messing with you wankers...do wipe that keyboard.
I mean after all, men have really lived up to the image they gave of themselves. Who would want to castrate such tender protective beings ?
Who would dare unveil this famous potent savior of a knight ? Who would want to ruffle this fossilized caveman out of his narcissistic stupor ?
After all, the phallus, that great weaponry of the centuries is at stake...we surely can't touch that, or can we ?
hahahahaha
I love messing with you wankers...do wipe that keyboard.
Sunday, 10 February 2013
Spineless Thieves...
A thief is always a coward...it goes hand in hand...a mediocre thug...and mediocre is almost always spineless...
I closed down both my poetry and fiction blogs.
I received a notice from blogger.com informing that they took down one of MY POEMS after receiving notification that this poem of MINE, is infringing on copyrights laws...in other words the one who has accused me of stealing his/her poem has ACTUALLY STOLEN MINE.
So I have shut both blogs...and you know what I am quite happy about it....and you know why ?
Because you copying, cheap, mediocre, plagiarizing, spineless, cowardly, mediocre thieves are not worth a word of mine...
My words shall be reserved for those that merit them....and none of you eunuchs qualify.
I closed down both my poetry and fiction blogs.
I received a notice from blogger.com informing that they took down one of MY POEMS after receiving notification that this poem of MINE, is infringing on copyrights laws...in other words the one who has accused me of stealing his/her poem has ACTUALLY STOLEN MINE.
So I have shut both blogs...and you know what I am quite happy about it....and you know why ?
Because you copying, cheap, mediocre, plagiarizing, spineless, cowardly, mediocre thieves are not worth a word of mine...
My words shall be reserved for those that merit them....and none of you eunuchs qualify.
Thursday, 15 November 2012
There's NO Will of the People
At the risk of sounding a pompous, arrogant, elitist...let me tell you something -- "People's will" is a MYTH.
Collectively, people don't have a will, they have common grievances. It is not because people are essentially stupid -- (which they are for the most part), it is because people are first and foremost motivated by immediate self interests. When there is self interest, there is NO will. It's logic.
Any leader understands this basic equation and capitalizes on it, playing it to the maximum.
Hence, any derivative of the "will of the people" is mere chimera. Democracy is one of them.
Collectively, people don't have a will, they have common grievances. It is not because people are essentially stupid -- (which they are for the most part), it is because people are first and foremost motivated by immediate self interests. When there is self interest, there is NO will. It's logic.
Any leader understands this basic equation and capitalizes on it, playing it to the maximum.
Hence, any derivative of the "will of the people" is mere chimera. Democracy is one of them.
Sunday, 4 November 2012
Saturday, 15 September 2012
Madad Ya Rasul Allah
Today, almost all the Arabic radio stations I listened to played a Nasheed praising Habib Allah, Al Mustafa, RasulAllah, Mohammed - A thousand prayers and blessings be upon him.
So I am playing one too. This one by Sheikh Hamza Shakur, Syrian master of the mystical song.
So I am playing one too. This one by Sheikh Hamza Shakur, Syrian master of the mystical song.
Friday, 7 September 2012
Leave it to Time....
Am in an Um Kulthum mood.
You don't know who Um Kulthum is ? Tough, stick to your rap and other crap music. We don't belong to the same league.
In a Hadith, God says to the effect -- Don't curse Time for I am Time.
Zaman or Dahr in Arabic, is literally translated as Time, but this is not an adequate translation. Time is Wakt. Zaman or Dahr implies an active Time - the best and closest that comes to mind is a "karmic" Time. A Time that is not indifferent, a Time that counts, that weighs, that turns things and people around....
Anyway, I love this song by Um Kulthum - Hassibak lil Zaman - I will leave you to Time.
I am not happy with the existing translations, so I shall translate that excerpt myself.
Needless to say Arabic Tarab (the art of classical singing) - the adjective is mutarib - meaning being in a state of turbulence, in a shaken /confused/disoriented state, not oneself. So Tarab is the art of singing and of listening. Obviously if you're not into it, you will understand nothing. Which in itself is not a bad thing, because Tarab can do without people like you.
Regrets after me
will remain inside of your heart
gnawing at it, in pain
much better than a lifetime of reproaches
tomorrow you will wish
that I blame or reproach you
I will not blame nor reproach you
No,
I shall leave you to Time
complain, I will never ask after you
cry, I will have no mercy for your tears
you,
who had no mercy for me
when my heart was in your hands
days have now come back (full cycle)
against you.
I shall leave you
to the one who has no mercy
and on whom you have no power
I will not tell you, you already know what Time can/will do
Time has states
it so often changes things
at every turn
it replaces
laughs with deep woes
Complain, I will not ask after you
cry I will have no mercy for your tears
you, you who had no mercy for me
when my heart was in your hands
days have now come back (full cycle)
against you.
You don't know who Um Kulthum is ? Tough, stick to your rap and other crap music. We don't belong to the same league.
In a Hadith, God says to the effect -- Don't curse Time for I am Time.
Zaman or Dahr in Arabic, is literally translated as Time, but this is not an adequate translation. Time is Wakt. Zaman or Dahr implies an active Time - the best and closest that comes to mind is a "karmic" Time. A Time that is not indifferent, a Time that counts, that weighs, that turns things and people around....
Anyway, I love this song by Um Kulthum - Hassibak lil Zaman - I will leave you to Time.
I am not happy with the existing translations, so I shall translate that excerpt myself.
Needless to say Arabic Tarab (the art of classical singing) - the adjective is mutarib - meaning being in a state of turbulence, in a shaken /confused/disoriented state, not oneself. So Tarab is the art of singing and of listening. Obviously if you're not into it, you will understand nothing. Which in itself is not a bad thing, because Tarab can do without people like you.
Regrets after me
will remain inside of your heart
gnawing at it, in pain
much better than a lifetime of reproaches
tomorrow you will wish
that I blame or reproach you
I will not blame nor reproach you
No,
I shall leave you to Time
complain, I will never ask after you
cry, I will have no mercy for your tears
you,
who had no mercy for me
when my heart was in your hands
days have now come back (full cycle)
against you.
I shall leave you
to the one who has no mercy
and on whom you have no power
I will not tell you, you already know what Time can/will do
Time has states
it so often changes things
at every turn
it replaces
laughs with deep woes
Complain, I will not ask after you
cry I will have no mercy for your tears
you, you who had no mercy for me
when my heart was in your hands
days have now come back (full cycle)
against you.
Monday, 3 September 2012
The Sacredness of Books.
Every time I think of my library, my heart is filled with grief…I had a unique library, with books that are all out of print now…I transported them from Paris, London, Frankfurt, Cairo…rare books, important books that cover every topic on the Arabs and Islam…I can’t even bring myself to write about it without tears flowing down my face -- it saddens me so…what happened to my books ?—— the barbarians, the ignorant barbarians destroyed years of work, of amassing, collecting, indexing this wealth, this invaluable wealth, this treasure of knowledge, of information, of history, of…..
Why has this come to mind ? It has always been on mind, it never leaves my mind…every time I think of a topic, my mind goes immediately to a book in which I know I will find an answer, a cue to my perplexed questions…
One book title has been flashing before my eyes for a month now. The book by J.Chelhod - Les Structures du Sacré chez les Arabes / The Structure of the Sacred in the Arabs. An important anthropological book…so important. Where will I find it again ? Publishers no longer print these kind of books, they are too engrossed publishing garbage on “war on terror” “jihad” and the “threat from the East”
And am desperately searching for Sacred Structures...
Why has this come to mind ? It has always been on mind, it never leaves my mind…every time I think of a topic, my mind goes immediately to a book in which I know I will find an answer, a cue to my perplexed questions…
One book title has been flashing before my eyes for a month now. The book by J.Chelhod - Les Structures du Sacré chez les Arabes / The Structure of the Sacred in the Arabs. An important anthropological book…so important. Where will I find it again ? Publishers no longer print these kind of books, they are too engrossed publishing garbage on “war on terror” “jihad” and the “threat from the East”
And am desperately searching for Sacred Structures...
Saturday, 1 September 2012
Time - a little Wisdom.
My grandmother may God bless her soul was a very wise woman...she was illiterate, could not read, write, so that gave her ample time to contemplate...just shows that a formal education is not necessarily conducive to beneficial knowledge.
She was some fiery character too, a rebel in her own way, within the limits imposed by her own context, environment, and she refused to accept Bullshit from anyone...she didn't care who the person in front her was...she would say what she needed to say.
I think also the fact that she was illiterate, made her very intuitively alert, she could sense people, their motives, and their intentions...towards the end of her life, she was considered some sort of misfit, she could no longer fit anywhere with anyone...but I was somehow the exception. She always had her arms wide open for me...so I'd stay with her for many days, we would cook together, and she'd tell me stories, her lost hopes, her unfulfilled wishes, her broken desires, her smashed dreams....also other stories about people, people I knew, people who were related, her childhood, her parents, the home where she grew up, she'd describe it in great details to me....and after each of my "sessions" with her - she'd conclude with "rah el hwaya buka el kaleel" - meaning what has gone by is greater than what is left...
I suppose those who grow in age feel the same way - what is left is way less than what has gone...
She was some fiery character too, a rebel in her own way, within the limits imposed by her own context, environment, and she refused to accept Bullshit from anyone...she didn't care who the person in front her was...she would say what she needed to say.
I think also the fact that she was illiterate, made her very intuitively alert, she could sense people, their motives, and their intentions...towards the end of her life, she was considered some sort of misfit, she could no longer fit anywhere with anyone...but I was somehow the exception. She always had her arms wide open for me...so I'd stay with her for many days, we would cook together, and she'd tell me stories, her lost hopes, her unfulfilled wishes, her broken desires, her smashed dreams....also other stories about people, people I knew, people who were related, her childhood, her parents, the home where she grew up, she'd describe it in great details to me....and after each of my "sessions" with her - she'd conclude with "rah el hwaya buka el kaleel" - meaning what has gone by is greater than what is left...
I suppose those who grow in age feel the same way - what is left is way less than what has gone...
Truth be Told....
You know something, us Arab, Muslim women have been brought up to be disgustingly faithful and loyal even when neither is deserved...I can't speak on behalf of other Muslim women, but am quite sure it equally applies...
Our men range from spoiled brats to downright bastards, and no there's nothing cute about them...unless you happen to be a western wannabee woman, who is into "different races" to prove to her own how open minded she is or to try to prove "how a feminist can finally change a man's mind" and /or "embrace the exotic"...
In my book, Western women don't count,. however much they "convert". Sorry--- I know the song and dance all too well and let's call it quits for just now. However if you do insist, I am all too pleased to open another chapter about "western female reverts"....but for your sake, I pray you don't push. Because trust me you will read stuff that is not much to your liking.
Did I unknowingly say it all without saying it ?
I suppose I did.
P.S: I was listening the other day to some Arab Palestinian Sheikh by the name of Adnan or the other, am bad with names (thankfully for him), who was all praise for Western "reverts" praising what piety and understanding of "Deen" / Religion they had ...Did the Sheikh not know that "reverts" did not have to bear the brunt of centuries of his/theirs "dickheadedness" like "local Muslim females "did?!
Our men range from spoiled brats to downright bastards, and no there's nothing cute about them...unless you happen to be a western wannabee woman, who is into "different races" to prove to her own how open minded she is or to try to prove "how a feminist can finally change a man's mind" and /or "embrace the exotic"...
In my book, Western women don't count,. however much they "convert". Sorry--- I know the song and dance all too well and let's call it quits for just now. However if you do insist, I am all too pleased to open another chapter about "western female reverts"....but for your sake, I pray you don't push. Because trust me you will read stuff that is not much to your liking.
Did I unknowingly say it all without saying it ?
I suppose I did.
P.S: I was listening the other day to some Arab Palestinian Sheikh by the name of Adnan or the other, am bad with names (thankfully for him), who was all praise for Western "reverts" praising what piety and understanding of "Deen" / Religion they had ...Did the Sheikh not know that "reverts" did not have to bear the brunt of centuries of his/theirs "dickheadedness" like "local Muslim females "did?!
Tuesday, 21 August 2012
Folly...
Either, am losing it...or the Folly is just palpable...my greatest "Jihad" is to remain sane - Insha'Allah.
No - there is a Folly...not as in foolish, but as in a raving Insanity, an epidemic of Insanity. This is no comedy but a very serious matter...the Imbalance has reached such levels, that it has become irremediable.
I feel the Folly in everything and everyone I see. In people, in friends, in politics, in religious folks, in scholars, in preachers, in families, in relationships...
I am not sure if this is part of the very deep upheaval the Arab world is going through, very very deep...I am not sure if it is a crisis of "modernity" or that "modernity" carries the seeds of Folly slowly germinating, I am not sure if this Folly is the civilized face of Schizophrenia...or a culture in its last throes of either death or rebirth...
However I do not see it limited to "us"....I see it in also in the so-called "civilized" world...the malignancy of Folly, permeating everything...
I feel a little scared by this vision...I feel it is going to get worse, I feel the Folly expanding everywhere...I feel it out of control...am a little scared...yes a little scared.
No - there is a Folly...not as in foolish, but as in a raving Insanity, an epidemic of Insanity. This is no comedy but a very serious matter...the Imbalance has reached such levels, that it has become irremediable.
I feel the Folly in everything and everyone I see. In people, in friends, in politics, in religious folks, in scholars, in preachers, in families, in relationships...
I am not sure if this is part of the very deep upheaval the Arab world is going through, very very deep...I am not sure if it is a crisis of "modernity" or that "modernity" carries the seeds of Folly slowly germinating, I am not sure if this Folly is the civilized face of Schizophrenia...or a culture in its last throes of either death or rebirth...
However I do not see it limited to "us"....I see it in also in the so-called "civilized" world...the malignancy of Folly, permeating everything...
I feel a little scared by this vision...I feel it is going to get worse, I feel the Folly expanding everywhere...I feel it out of control...am a little scared...yes a little scared.
Friday, 3 August 2012
Healthy Assumptions.
From this day onward, I solemnly promise myself to assume that everyone I come across is : a liar, a crook, a deceiver, an opportunistic self seeker, a fake phony illusionist, a two faced hypocrite, an envious jealous vermin, an idiot, and an ignoramus.
By doing so, I shall be doing justice to the great majority...by doing so I am grounding myself in reality, and by doing so I am opening myelf to the possibilities of being pleasantly surprised should my assumptions turn out misplaced.
By doing so, I shall be doing justice to the great majority...by doing so I am grounding myself in reality, and by doing so I am opening myelf to the possibilities of being pleasantly surprised should my assumptions turn out misplaced.
Sunday, 15 July 2012
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