Wednesday, 29 October 2008

My Ummah

Alot has been said recently about the negatives of the recent Sami Yusuf concert. Alot has been said about music being haraam, and this specific brand of music being more haraam than other seemingly worse vices. But I have decided to focus on the positives and bring to light the bright side and benefits I have received from the concert.

  • The concert has got me listening to Islamic music, and really appreciating and enjoying it.
  • The concert and the music has given me a spiritual boost that has gotten me through a tough couple of days.
  • The road trip was a good bonding experience.
  • At the best of times, the concert was an amazing and unique zikr.
  • I got to meet a few blogger friends again. Saaleha, who looked radiant, Nooj, who looked taller, BB, who looked shorter.
  • Listening to the car radio, I find myself making Zikr and sending Durood.
Here's the lyrics of my current favorite Sami Yusuf song. Pertinent to the post in a few ways.

My Ummah by Sami Yusuf

My ummah, my ummah
He will say
Rasulullah on that day
Even though we've strayed from him and his way

My brothers, my sisters, in Islam
Let’s struggle, work, and pray
If we are to
Bring back the glory of his way

CHORUS:
Ya Allah ya rabbal ‘alamin
Ya rahmanu ya rahim
Ya rabbi

Let the Ummah rise again
Let us see daylight again
Once again

Let’s become whole again
Proud again
’Cause I swear with firm belief in our hearts
We can bring back the glory of our past

My ummah, my ummah
He will say
Rasulullah on that day
Even though we strayed from him and his way

Look at where we were
And look at where we are
And tell me
Is this how he’d want it to be?
Oh no! Let us bring back our glory

CHORUS

Till next time in Waseem world.

Tuesday, 21 October 2008

Pushing Daisies

I was intrigued by the premise of the show Pushing Daisies even before I saw the show.

Pushing Daisies centers on the life of Ned, a pie-maker gifted with the mysterious ability to bring dead things back to life by touching them. There are a couple of conditions to this somewhat unwanted talent, however. Ned quickly learns that if something is revived for more than exactly one minute, something of similar "life value" in the vicinity drops dead, as a form of balance. Additionally, if he touches the revived thing a second time, it falls dead again, this time permanently.
From Wikipedia

When I watched the show, the main attraction was its charm. The show just seems to be more colorful and cheerful than anything I have watched recently. The aspect I enjoy the most is the using of Ned's powers to solve murder cases. As the saying goes 'Dead men tell no tales' but CSI has altered this belief somewhat. Pushing Daisies takes it a bit further. In Pushing Daisies, the victim is actually questioned to assist the investigation. Usually they are unaware of their assailant and not much can be communicated in a minute, but it is an enjoyable minute nonetheless.

I wondered to myself if I could bring back to life any person (recently dead) for just 1 minute who would i choose? The first person that came to mind was ... Heath Ledger. Maybe the conversation would go something like this...

*touch* Hey Heath, I loved you as the Joker, I didn't really expect you to be better than Jack Nicholson...You're welcome, so why did you do it? The overdose?...Oh yeah, must be a tough life, Oscar nominee, lead in the 2nd biggest money maker of all time ... Yup, didn't beat Titanic though. Can you say 'Why so serious' for me one time?...Ok, thanks, bye.*touch*

Till next time in Waseem world.

Monday, 13 October 2008

Goldilocks and the Three Bears

I think when we are children we take everything for face value. That is probably the greatest blessing of being a child, lack of cynicism i.e. innocence. That is the reason kids should not rush to grow up. As you grow older you begin to doubt and suspect and poke fingers at, to the point of which, some people even resent other peoples innocence.

Anyway ... back to my point of taking stuff at face value ... We never analyzed the fairytales and nursery rhymes that we read. Well I know I never did. Recently I was thinking about Goldilocks and the Three Bears (don't ask why) and there were some things I realised. I'm sure everyone has read the story and know it quite well. If you haven't ... Wow, your parents must not have loved you too much. Anyway here is a link to a succint version of the story.

Here is my grownup analysis of Goldilocks

  • Goldilocks was a very intrusive person, as well as very fussy, she must have been Indian.
  • Why didn't Mother Bear make one pot of porridge instead of 3 different bowls? The different heat suggests they were made at different times.
  • Goldilocks must have been really fat to break the Baby Bears chair.
  • Mother Bear and Father Bear must have been having marital problems, considering they were sleeping on separate beds.
  • Those bears had horrible reaction time. She had time to jump up and scream Help and run away and they didn't do anything.
  • Bears can't talk.
Till next time in Waseem world.

Tuesday, 7 October 2008

The Monkeysphere

We were at the graveyard on Eid Day, and we met a guy we knew. After exchanging greetings, my cousin, Aadil asks him where's his father. Guy says his father is in Richards Bay, with his granny, his granny who he says doesn't look like is gonna make the day. I took the news with a solemn look, I have never met his granny in my life. I didn't even know his granny was still alive for that matter. As we walk back up to the car, Hamza mumbles to me 'She isn't in our monkeysphere'.

'What? WTF is a monkeysphere?' I promptly asked Hamza.

'You see,' Hamza began. 'The size of a monkey's brain shows the size of the monkey groups the monkeys formed. The bigger the brain, the larger the group. On average they deduced that the group size was around 50. So basically any monkeys out of that 50, the monkey won't give a shit about.'

So I guess we don't have to worry about Planet of the Apes happening anytime soon, but it goes further.

Apparently the human brain has a monkeysphere of 150. So basically anyone out of that, we don't really care too much about. Hence since guy's granny was out of monkeysphere, her death meant/would mean nothing to us(still don't know if she is still alive).

You might be thinking "Hey, thats rubbish, I care about people. I march for Palestine etc." Well would you rather have your best friend/ love interest / brother die over a busload of Palestinians? Think about it.

I remember in Spiderman 1, in the movie, Green Goblin gives him a choice, busload of kids or Mary Jane. He chooses both, cos they had a huge kid following. In comic canon though when he was given choice he chose busload of kids and his love interest, Gwen Stacy, died. How many of us would make that choice? I know I wouldn't. I guess with great power comes great responsibility.

Joseph Stalin said "One death is a tragedy. One million deaths is a statistic." (They have this on loading screen of Call of Duty 2 when you die.)

Till next time in Waseem world.