A Message To People

I suppose that this is the first time that I am really writing on this blog, apart from the poetry. This time I am writing about an issue that really affected me personally. 

See the story here:http://www.washingtonpost.com/pakistani-girl-shot-by-taliban-remains-unconscious/2012/10/12/e41a5f78-1468-11e2-9a39-1f5a7f6fe945_video.html 

As most of you may know, recently, a girl demanding women's rights to education was shot by the Taliban. The image above mirrors my mood exactly. The girl was only fourteen years old, and she was shot just because she wanted to learn. THIS MAKES ME UNHAPPY.

Being a Muslim and a student this breaks my heart. I hold my religion in very high esteem, and I take it personally when some self-righteous hypocritical crazy bastards use something so pure for something so impure. 

It is a very plain fact that my religion promotes the spread of knowledge; the first verse that came to Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) was "Proclaim! (or read!) in the name of thy Lord and Cherisher, Who created-Created man, out of a (mere) clot of congealed blood:Proclaim! And thy Lord is Most Bountiful,-He Who taught (the use of) the pen,-Taught man that which he knew not." (Qu'ran 96:1-5). 

The verse above shows the importance of knowledge in Islam, it is seen as one of the most precious gifts that Allah has given to us. 

Frankly, women are dealt with VERY unjustly in the Muslim world. No wonder the Islamic empire fell, and continues it's decline. The Muslims as a whole have stratified, and I hope that one day we can look back to the original message of our religion and treat others with some dignity instead of complaining about life's hardships. Allah help us. 

http://www.realislam.com/muslim_women.htm - women's RIGHTS in my faith. 

Some Poetry

This is just some of my spewing, if you want to... Read!!

Speaking Day


One day a ray of sun said,

"I once was a man,
And in my palm lay a dead dove,
It arose,
As I arose,
A ruby in the morn,
And all sight on this dove,
Was shimmering,
Whitest bloom,
So it flew off to meet life and death,
The false phoenix,

We both set and rise,
The necessities of life,"

In reply a tree leaf said,

"Oh phoenix fire, Red Ruby, Oh dove,
What are you but a nest of fire,
To comfort in yourself,

A song-less Bird,

I am the song I sing,
Myself arose from the darkness of earth,
Your fire is but a mirror of light,"

This was all in the morn,
Then in the evening,
The sound reaching the highest star,

The heavens thundered,

"Give us the sun!
But ah a lamp with an ego,

Give us the moon!
A power hungry maiden,

Give us some wine!
No we shall be drunk,

Present us a rose....
The love,
My love,
I Love,"

And it went to sleep,

The tree leaf was silenced,
The red ruby dimmed.