January 25, 2003
· Filed under Pop Culture and Art, Religion
on hip hop and life
in the hip hop of life, god is the master turntablist, his prophets are the rappers, and we’re the fans
some of us go listen to pop hip hop — all about money, sex, drugs, thuggery
some of us go for the anti-god yet socially conscious hip hop
then we got the imitators, trying to turntable like god and trying to rap like his prophets
and we get a lot of junkies going for them
then there’s the real records by god that got corrupted, too many people listen to these — too many, thinking they’re right
the rest of us listen to the master turntablist and his master rappers
but they stopped producing
only one record has survived properly, given by the last rapper who’s long left the industry
the rest of us hang on to this record, we’ve digitized it
stopped its quality from corrupting, kept it as it is
unfortunately, there are very few of us
July 18, 2002
· Filed under Life, Politics and Society, Religion
i just got back to riyadh from umrah (that is the lesser pilgrimage, in islam)
basically i went from riyadh to the mountain city of taif, stayed there, from there carried out a “sortie” on the haram-al-shareef (noble sanctuary, that is the holiest site in islam) in mecca, got back to taif, rested, and got back to riyadh
the haram is as wonderous as ever, the ka’bah a looming and magnificent structure as throngs of pilgrims go around it without stop (except for the five obligatory prayers spaced out throughout the day) — and this is at 2:30 am, mind you
i can’t estimate, but there were quite a few thousand people around — from all over the world — and this isn’t even hajj
(the bible makes a prophecy about a house of worship where mass worship never stops, the doors are always open — to my knowledge, there is no such place except for mecca)
we left the mosque at 5:00 am, having completed the umrah and fajr prayers there
great experience as usual
except for the extremists barking at women to move
you see, during salat time, space really fills up — and the haram isn’t segregated by solid barriers (it just can’t be), so some women overflowed into the space for men, and that was fine because room was made for them — until this old extremist moron comes and starts barking at them to move, violently and vuglarly, and they comply to a degree — but there’s no space, where do you expect them to go — and he keeps barking at them
so a youth who was watching it all finally gets up and tries to stop him, this old geezer smacks him a couple of times and a fight erupts (verbal, thankfully — the youth didn’t get a chance to retaliate physically as some mohrems stopped both)
this, ladies and gentlemen, is the spirit of islam, if you can’t get some tolerance and peace in haram al-sharif, don’t expect iran and iraq to become the best of bed fellows
what really ticked me off is the way the mutawwas or “religious police” — they weren’t even religious police, i think, but rather some dudes appointed by the mosque — and their manner of getting women to move wasn’t much different than this old geezer (who wasn’t authorized by the mosque) — they were WHIPPING at the women with their robes, what the hell is that
you get people from all over the world coming to this single spot, you’d expect some decency, tolerance, kindness, understanding, and peacefulness from these annointed ones
but no, let’s all bark like dogs
notes:
– saudi government’s done a bang up job on the roads, really well made … so why not bother putting a few signs here or there to let people know where they’re headed and how to get there?
– how about teaching people safe driving habits, such as not going damn slow on a heavily used single-track mountain road so that the other morons don’t try to pass you and the car behind you — it’s a wonder more people get out of the mountain road alive than dead
– perhaps a little more forward outlook and planning in mecca would help to NOT make it such a disaster spot? why not build fast moving mass train systems between mecca and other cities (i.e. taif, jeddah, etc.) so that those buses don’t kill every odd fellow with asthma and breathing problems and cause massive traffic jams and slow a trip that would normally take fifteen minutes to four hours during hajj season?
a little planning could save a lot of inconvenience
– a lot more could be said and done, shame it is
May 27, 2002
· Filed under Life, Religion
“The word Ash-shams, the sun, is feminine; and Qamar, the moon, is masculine. The sun burns itself to give life and light to everything, and the moon is muneer, it reflects the light. Within itself, it has no light; it radiates the brilliance of the sun. So when we shine as men, we are reflecting the glorious light of our women.”
– Sheikh Abdullah Adhami
(some people on islamica have that as their signatures, a position i agree with — despite all my chauvinistic jokes… 😛 )
May 8, 2002
· Filed under High School, Politics and Society, Religion
so we’re dissecting pigs in bio class
they’re fetal pigs, and have been soaking in putrid smelling formaldehyde for days
the smell sticks in your nose
doesn’t leave
putrid
if i were a jew, i would claim religious exemption
jews aren’t allowed to even approach pig
some muslims would argue the same
but i believe that the restriction is only on eating pig
it’s fun
but it’s unsettling
the pigs were all still-born, so it’s not like they were aborted or anything
yet imagine if a human was still-born, born dead, that is
and without the mother’s permission, the baby is “donated” to science
it’s “preserved” in formaldehyde and injected with red and blue latex
and then is hacked at, made fun of, played around with
by a bunch of high school students
quite unsettling
April 18, 2002
· Filed under Pop Culture and Art, Religion
the blue sky is blue like blue bubble gum
but it prays to Allah, it prays to Allah
and like the flavour of blue sky and the bubble gum won’t last
we’ve got to thank Allah before our chances go fast
i don’t wanna be a grown up like the grown ups i have seen
cause the grown ups i have seen don’t seem to have much fun
they don’t get down on the floor enough to pray or play with toys
when i’m a grown up i won’t wanna be one
now if i hit back at the time of the Prophet
i know that he would be different i just know he’d find the time
and i would make him something special like some paper planes or something
i could race those planes with him or get a camel back ride
the blue sky is blue like blue bubble gum
but it prays to Allah, it prays to Allah
and like the flavour of blue sky and the bubble gum won’t last
we’ve got to thank Allah before our chances go fast
i’d like to write a promise, i want you to make it too
that if i misbehave a little like i sometimes do
you won’t get really mad and you’ll be patient like the Prophet
i really like my promise, how about you
’cause the blue sky is blue like blue bubble gum
but it prays to Allah, it prays to Allah
and like the flavour of blue sky and the bubble gum won’t last
we’ve got to thank Allah before our chances go fast
to be a mommy or a daddy must be really really hard
so let’s take a break together ’cause i know how much you try
let’s have a dish of apple sauce and tumble in the yard
and we can play and we can pray along with the blue sky
the blue sky is blue like blue bubble gum
but it prays to Allah, it prays to Allah
and like the flavour of blue sky and the bubble gum won’t last
we’ve got to thank Allah before our chances go fast
we’ve got to thank Allah before our chances go fast
– dawud wharnsby-ali