There’s a certain mental peace one finds while sitting on the prayer rug. Even after the prayer is finished and the dua has already been concluded, the boundaries of the prayer rug mark a sanctuary, a small space on this busy earth from where the noise, the chaos, and the tension of the world are…

The gears that should be working Should be cranking out the stuff But they’re busy turning turbines And they have no time for fluff So forgive my lack of update And instead accept this rhyme And if you enjoyed reading it And if you have the time Feel free to leave your own verse Don’t…

Sensei Presents: Mortally Wound Yourself, In Bed. I know it sounds hard, but it can be done. And last night, I proved it. Here’s how. Set your alarm clock for 6 am, the appropriate time for Fajr prayer these days. When it goes off, wait for your roomie to pray first because there’s only one…

A very merry unbirthday, to meee!

I’m going to take a quick breather from all this heavy blogging and return to some nonsense, I just wanna say, on Shawwal 27th, 1400 AH., a Sensei was born. And this blog is not just a happy-birthday-to-me post, it’s a quick reminder. Thank Allah for everything, for the blessing of Islam, for the comfort…

This blog is an elaboration of yesterday’s in light of some comments and questions that have been raised in the comments box. One thing that came up is that Populo- errr, ok, Democracy, is not to blame for Cuba, for Vietnam, for Korea. You know what, that’s true. The principals of democracy themselves say nothing…

The comments that people have been leaving for yesterday’s post have brought up some interesting questions and ideas, and one thing that’s come up several times is Shariah. I’m all for it, btw. Why? Man’s proven that he’s a loser, that the he doesn’t know best, and that the systems he invents are flawed. Just…

Before I get down to the nitty-gritty of this blog, I want to make a disclaimer. There are good and bad people everywhere in the world, and it is not my intention to discredit or insult Pakistani Muslims. Though Pakistan may be a country of Muslims, Muslims (unfortunately) do not represent Islam, and the fact…

I don’t know who nominated me, and even more mysteriously, who even voted for me? Whackos. But I do know this, I NEED MORE VOTES! MWAHAAAAAAHAAA! (“now there’s a shameless self-promotion if I ever saw one“- Aniraz)

I tried to hide, but it was no good. They’ve found me. They know where I am. It’s all over now, and now they’re going to make me go back. Back to- to… work! NooOoooOOooOOOoooooo! Alright, that’s enough melodrama, for now. Truth is, I’ve been back in town since the third, but I hadn’t told…

Hadith: Ask what you wish…

Khalid ibn El Waleed narrated the following hadith: A Bedouin came one day to the Prophet (Peace & Upon Him) and said to him, “0h, Messenger of Allah! I’ve come to ask you a few questions about the affairs of this Life and the Here After.” The Prophet replied, “Ask what you wish.” Q: I’d like to…

“…and she went on and told me all about the good place [Heaven]. She said all a body would have to do there was to go around all day with a harp and sing for ever and ever. So I didn’t think much of it. But I never said so. I asked her if she…

Pictures removed, I’ll be putting them up one at day at my fotolog instead, because people were having probs. Well, the probs were with villagephotos, but you know what I’m saying. 🙂 Yep. Right, so a pic a day at the fotolog. Peace!

This is blog attempt number 7. I have begun six separate entries and deleted them all, one by one. I have a head-ache, and a head-cold, and a head-scarf (wait, that’s there all the time) and on top of it all, I got a speeding ticket today. *groan* And my medication causes sleeplessness, which means…

There’s no place like home

What does one do upon coming home after three weeks? I tell you what one does, one walks in the house and gets tackled by one’s dog, that’s what. Then when one finally disentangles one’s self from the clutches of a large, over-enthusiastic and wiggly dog, one trips over one’s suitcase and then falls through…

Back from fishing! Today is our last day in Khandaanville since we’re flying back to ISB tomorrow afternoon. It is also the 35th consecutive computer game free day. I swore off computer games for Ramadan (see Oct 28th post) and I think I’ll stay off of them for as long as I can. I still…