Archive for June, 2008

I strongly feel that the computer uses up to much of my personal time. I feel that I could advance in my studies much further without this box of junk tying me down.

It is with this feeling and objective analysis by myself, that I have decided to leave this hunk of junk for 2 weeks. Upon returning, insha’Allah , I shall re-assess my situation and see the effect abandoning these wires left upon me!

I know, I know, it is great idea!

The following article is science at its most obvious.

My thoughts before hand:

A) The power of lowering the gaze.

B) The effects of not doing so can be severe, especially in decision making.

C) Men’s liberation. When men succumb to the plots of women, they lose their mental capacity to subdue their nafs and defeat their hawaa. The solution to solving the problem of men being idiots: Islam!

Science proves that bikinis turn men into boobs

You may have known this all along, but now it has been demonstrated scientifically: bikinis make men stupid.

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Years ago, when I became Muslim and began attending the madrasah, I met one of the sons of the Imam of the community, whose name was Khadir. He was a bright young man, whose aspirations seemed endless. Though we had few discussions, his kind and smiling demeanor impacted me positively. In one of our discussions I asked him what his major would be at Indiana University and he told me he intended to go into medicine. As he was attending, he got into a fight with some white students - so I was told - and later was sent to prison for I think a couple of years - I am uncertain.

When he was released, he was totally different man. I remember very clearly that his demeanor changed, he became ‘inward’. He would stay with his father in the masjid, but something wasn’t right. I tried several times to talk to him, only to be avoided. I was puzzled. What happened to the young man who was so kind, had great akhlaaq, and was part of a family that was very loving? I recall one day I had just missed the jama’ah in the masjid, as did khadir, and we made Salah together. After Salah I saw an opportunity to converse. ‘So how are you?’ I asked. ‘Ok’. Khadir says as if he doesn’t want to talk. Khadir, you remember those times we shot some hoops and so and so got schooled? *He smiles* - and without saying a word, walks off with salams. Just like that! Nothing more!

It wasn’t but a few months later he killed a security officer at a local university here.

You can read the story here: http://www.theindychannel.com/news/3758076/detail.html#

I admit that I go to that site sometimes just to look at his picture, just to see his face again. The picture does not do him justice however. He always smiled. This man was not close to me by any means. It is his story, however, that has penetrated my innermost. I simply can not move on from this incident. It has been four years, yet, at random moments I still see him sitting in the corner of the masjid, looking ‘out of place’, as if he were not even there at all. This was a young man who attended an Islamic school, started by his very own mother. His family upstanding, as was he. Yet, in only a wink into time, everything about him changed. Gone!

Some may be reading this and asking why did he do what he did…Well I know why! His mind and spirit were broken. He could no longer think rationally, for his mind felt betrayed, abandoned for so long as he stay in prison without the company he previously had. His mind felt out of place as it entered the “real” realm again.

Or maybe something happened to him in prison that he never told anyone about - which I think is the most possible reason. Maybe he had PTSD…

I’m not certain how to get the rest of my thoughts and feelings expressed in this post. There is so much I want to say, so many theories my mind has concocted over these years since it occured. Though there is a principle I draw from all of this: The mind is incredibly fragile. All of us think we are sane - even if we jokingly say we aren’t. What I saw, in a matter of months, was a man wanting to become a doctor, turning into a paranoid, out of place, traumitised man - a beaten Muslim - broken by the ’system’.

In truth, I am not certain his story will ever stop haunting my mind. In every attempt I make to rationalise this incident, I only find myself affirming the fact that Allah is truly the only one in control. It is His decision to do with us what he wants. You think you are rational, stable in mind and faith, yet in moments all that you work so hard for, all that you ‘are’ is stripped from you…

That’s it. Its over…Just like that!

A patient I was with today who has cancer was hallucinating. They took their hand and began reaching for the ceiling. I asked them what they were reaching for, they didn’t answer…Again I asked…then they said, ‘I am reaching for life’.

For life I am reaching

clinging, hoping

yet the more I reach for it

the more it keeps slipping away

Realizing its all not worth it

Realizing “life” is only worth living for The Eternal

Not Worth Living for the mundane!

My wife was looking at this the other day. It simply amazes me that an entire tribe could have gone untouched for so long. I am certain that its ancestors, or even the tribe, may have had contact at some time or another with other cultures. I wouldn’t be suprised if these natives will be shot, or forced by the brazilian government to modernize or something.

The fact is, there are some intelligent people out there who do want to return to the simple way our fore-fathers lived. I know I am one of them! 

Facinating!

The missing pyramid found:

Click Here

I wonder if they are hiding “secrets” from us pertaining to the pyramids?

I am not sure why it is, but I hate taking risks. I have to think things through thoroughly before I will ever try anything new. Some times ‘thinking things through’ takes longer times than others. I have to weigh my options. See what the results and consequences will be before ever being decisive.

Currently I work in nursing. I hate it. It has its benefits, such as helping people, tons of sadaqah etc. However, it is stressful. I see way to much death, and especially to much violent death. Example: I recently saw an individual explode - and I mean it - from cancer. When they passed it was like popping a pimple of ooz and gore. Miserably frightening. I’ve gotten great spiritual advice before from patients. At the same time, I have to put up with wacko pentecostals “witnessing” to my “unsaved” soul. At times I would like to slap them around, maybe even worse - though I will not reveal the “Real” thoughts lol.

Anyhow, my father, for years now has wanted me to join his taxi company and take part in his business. I do see potential profit, as well as more freedom on the job. Plus, it works around my college schedule perfectly. However, the risks are enormous - particularly financially. There are simply to many “what ifs”. My father constantly tells me “trust in Allah ”, and maybe he is right, my trust is not enough. But I still have to tie my camel while having trust. I want to, because I know how the business works, but at the same time, I know that gas prices are rising, and thus cabs will be used less. When I forwarded this worry to my father he simply brushed it off saying ‘rizq will come’. Maybe my trust is not enough, but for now I know there is a solidified job in nursing, whereas in the cab business not necessarily. I just want to finish my degree and get it all over with. Move on, study more, and start my own business while living in a yurt on my own land and growing my own food - while having solar panels for energy lol. Of course, I want Jannah too!

So I ask Allah to guide me to what is best.

So I bought Sunan At-Tirmidhi, the “Salafi” english/arabic edition, and it sucks. Really! The editor weakens nearly everything! I’m thinking about writing some refutations of this sad tahqiq, but do I want to waste my time? Seriously…

Waste of money!

“Never trust anyone with a penis.”

So says the wife of Sas. Generally, because I have better things to do, like rant about people I hate or read etc, I would not even mention such open feminist “intellectualism”! Is the statement true? Is such advice worth the 25741 bytes it took to store it on her site? I wonder!

In fairness, Fatimah said in her first comment:

i wanted to make the first comment and apologize - of course, this statement is not true for all times and places and is a completely sexist thing to say

Ya no kiddin eh? I guess you started thinking of the possible meanings this phrase implies, after the emotional vomit, trash, or shall we say code word: “Shizzle” you posted! Of course the phrase is blatant kufr - of course not applying to that bastion of feministic pride Fatimah Hye. God Forbid that I make takfir on a woman that hounds on men - includes in that general statement the Prophets - unless of course she believes they had sex like the Coneheads or spawned off generations through myosis.

fellas, please have a sense of humor about it - it’s just an observation that a lot of guys are motivated in so much of their actions by hooking up with a girl and as soon as he does, his behavior changes, which i think we’ve all seen

“Sense of humor” the feminist clintonite says. Yes! I said it! Clintonite - notice the “clinton” - I’m of course referring to your heroin, oh whats her name? I forget now! God! How many women lie to men about their saneness! How many men truly know how emotional women are until they experience their wife on their first round of PMS! Oh dear me! How many youthful saudi youth have been told throughout their childhood that women are fantastically gorgeous beings, only to find that laying beneath those hairless arms and shaven legs is a tyrannical beast waiting to control their every movement - “call me and let me know where you are” , “when will you be back” blah blah blah…

I propose that it is the feminist cult, the scum twatters, the clintonite Muslimaat that should be sent to the island of “stupidville”, given free reign to deal with each others high estrogen levels, so that they may rip each others hair out instead of mens! Dear God let it happen. Let those few bedouin beauties, those submissively silent women who choose to serve than to be served, raise our next generation of slave women! Simple, submissive, and no back talking! Yes! Let it be!

Alligator tears! That is what I shed for the “injustices” done to those sicko feminist beasts of tyranny that seek to overthrow male domination. To hell with them all! They seek control, they seek authority, they seek a wimpy revolution - based not upon muscle and might - based not upon honor or muru’a - but upon panzy pink and posh purple. Based upon stupid feministic tendencies of wasting a man’s money on stupid clothes, perfumes, and sick stylistic fads.

Let us live in our cave time. Yes - Cave! We do not need to hear the fatimah hyes speak to us, or tell us how we are untrustworthy, even though it is men who feed them, men who sustain their economy, men who protect them from the intruders that seek to exploit their “jewels”, men who fight for their freedom as they adorn themselves in their posh panzified pink and purple, silk and gold.

Ibn Kathir hit it on the head indeed. Men are superiorly more beautiful - though I am not gay - for we do not need fake brushes of lead filled shizzle on our face to adorn our skin. We do not need pathetic high heeled shoes to shake our tush! We do not need expensive perfumes filled intentionally with feremones to win over the opposite gender. Alls we need is a PENIS! It is women who are the stupid idiots, for they fall for the simple way of men. They NEED men in order to be who they are. In fact, without us, you are - well - wo. That’s right - WO! Thats it! a Wo! No man!

You need “men” inorder to be who you are. You weakling women are so easily defeated by a simple gesture of love - flowers, kiss, touch, even a look. Yet men need more. It simply shows that men are truly more rational, smarter, as well as dashing!

So, Ms. Hye, stay off the stuff making you hye for crying out loud. Stop smoking clinton’s pipe and realize you need men to be a wo’man’.

The End

Lately I have been reading Ibn Kathir’s Tabaqat. He mentions a cool story about Imam Ash-Shafi’i.

This dude comes up to Imam Ash-Shafi’i and says, ‘what do you say about a man who puts a date in his mouth and says to his wife, if you eat the date your divorced, and if you don’t eat the date your divorced. So Imam Ash-Shafi’i said, ‘Have her eat half of the date - that way she is neither divorced, or not divorced.’

Ya, that was such a stupid question, but a cool answer. I bet you wouldn’t have thought of it!

I think I am anti-social, a true invert. I do not like being around people, save for people I like to be around. I’m not certain as to why. I think my mother is the same way, it is certainly possible I either “inherited” or “learned” such behavior from her. I have a hard time being around people at the masjid. For example, last time I went to the masjid, some “brother” started an argument with me about the view that the drinks in the arab lands that contain a small alcohol content are permitted. He argued that it was najaasah, and you can probably see where the discussion left of at. Khamr = intoxicant etc.

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