Beauty Embodied (1)

Currently engaged in this fabulous tale/story of the prophet Yousif, peace be upon him. Titled, The Greatest Prisoner in History, it had instantly grabbed my attention in the book fair. It's by Aiedh AlQarni, a great scholar.

I completely love this tale. I have read many books on it but it still and will always overwhelm me, particularly that I have a 'thing' for beauty.
The book is very simple in its direction. It engages the soul and draws similarities and conclusions from the story of Yousif, peace be upon him.

If you're yearning a good read, this should be a must!

Peace.

Colour my Life

There are days, of certain bleakness, I shy away from them. I know they will pass, with little patience. Meanwhile I look around for shreds of colours to fill my void. Purple, blue or green. I look around. Sometimes to no vail. I remain stationary. I blink my eyes perchance the colour spectrum may be of jolly mood and cast me some of his. I fall back on a thought, of my dear one, who said: If I can stand in front of a mirror and rEsPeCt the person there, I know my life is not in vain.

Love to me, on a bleak day,
Was it a Sunday or Monday
When we last said goodbye.

في لحظات يقتلني الأمل، و يستبد بي الظلام

من عالم الأشباح, يُنكرُنا البشر

ويفر منّا الليل والماضي ويجهلنا القدر

ونعيش أشباحًا تطوفْ

نحن الذين نسير لا ذكرى لنا

لا حلم, لا أشواقُ تُشرق, لا مُنى

آفاق أعيننا رمادْ

تلك البحيرات الرواكدُ في الوجوه الصامتهْ

ولنا الجباه الساكتهْ

لا نبضَ فيها لا اتّقادْ

نحن العراة من الشعور, ذوو الشفاه الباهتهْ

الهاربون من الزمان إلى العدمْ

الجاهلون أسى الندمْ



نازك الملائكة

A Joy to Come

VatiCan: Clash of Civilizations!

The recent accusations of that thing in the Vatican will surely lash out much more anger despite all the efforts to quench the rising tension.

"He began his speech by quoting a 14th-century Byzantine emperor, Manuel II Paleologus, in a conversation with a "learned Persian" on Christianity and Islam -"and the truth of both."

"Show me just what Muhammad brought that was new, and there you will find things only evil and inhuman, such as his command to spread by the sword the faith he preached," the pope quoted the emperor."

It's worth mentioning that the Indian and Pakistani authorities seized all newspapers that printed the Vatican thing's allegations towards Islam for fear of retaliation. This has enraged me even further, so you people, who've been feverently attacking Etisalat's censorship, I hope you will find this humoring too.

Shaikh Khalid Al Jindi has just been interviewed on the MBC1, and said about this Vatican thing: it is one of two things, either this thing doesn't read, in which case it's a disastour, or he does read, in which case it's malicious. He thinks it is the latter. A very precise accusation wrapped in the gentle folds of quoting someone else.

Another source says: As the criticisms gathered force, the Vatican worked quickly to quell a potentially damaging confrontation with Muslims. It issued a statement saying that the church seeks to “cultivate an attitude of respect and dialogue toward other religions and cultures and obviously also toward Islam.”

So much for respect for other religions. Tell you what, when you starpracticingng what you preach, go on the limb and accuse someone else. Furthemore, if Islam has really spread by the sword, how come there were only 63 wars and the totally number ofatalitieses on BOTH sides was 386, all in the 23 years in which the PropheMuhammaded spread the word of Islam? I bring to your mind the Crusades, the Spanish Inquisition and the Vatican’s relations with Nazi Germany, all attesting to the Vatican's BLOODY HISTORY.

He and his Vaticancan can scramble all they want for excuses, thank you: point taken. Hatred just spilled!
more:
http://www.iht.com/articles/2006/09/13/news/web.0913pope.php
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/09/14/world/europe/15papalcnd.html?hp&ex=1158292800&en=9744049177c86564&ei=5094&partner=homepage
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/europe/5346480.stm

The Birth of Venus

I was dissolved in the book..

Not to be published!

It's weird how one year ago, I didn't have a job. Unemployed was my title. At this exact last year I was in a different realm, out of town, dreaming, hoping, and aspiring about the job to be. I knew that once I came back a job will be waiting for me, the alarm will have some company again, the sun will shine on my soul, and I thought of all the days that will be full. The job I had accepted, 8-5. That pretty well says it. No life!

For the last year I’ve been at work, miraculously I've gained about 6 kilos. I have less and less to do everyday, I browse the net every second, I check my mail very 30 second, I speak less to people, I have no patience or tolerance, I'm glued to the TV, and watch re-runs, I drink coffee every hour,

During my one sabbatical year, although I had nothing, zero, nada things to do, I could've slept throughout the day, and night for the matter, browsed the net all I wanted, slouched on the couch yet, everyday I slept nearly at the same time woke me nearly with the birds and the break of dawn, sometimes indulged in a big healthy-type breakfast. I had a routine I set for my self. I checked my mail only once a week, on one day at a specific time. Browsed the net daily, but only for certain time. I had so many allocated times: Family time. Me time. Book time. I had time for everything. There was a day for "luxury me". I had to choose my favourite T.V. shows so in total I spent about 4 hours per week on T.V.

It has been on that year that I started my first blog. Although I have long abandoned it, I stumbled across it by chance and decided to make a come back. I think I will go ahead and publish this. It will remind me of the days when... and perchance my dreams will cling to me somemore.

It seems like these two years will be very distinctive years in the book of my life. Had I been a tree, any one would see the formation of two distinct rings, as disparate as me and you, clearly indicating the happening of big thing. And they'll wonder.

I have long quit my current job. The lack of motivation and incentive burnt me alive. I'm waiting for the formalities to be over. I'm moving on.

"There is nothing like returning to a place that remains

unchanged to find

the ways in which you yourself have altered."

- Nelson Mandela