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Thursday, May 27, 2010

Facebook Ban

When this issue started, I was also of the opinion that only that particular page should have been restricted and not the entire Facebook let alone Youtube and Wikipedia until I came across this blog post. If there is any truth in it then it is entirely a different ball game and there is need to think and ponder over this matter. I came across this audio lecture by an Islamic Scholar Mufti Kamal-ud-Din (LUMS Faculty) and found it very enlightening. Incase I’m unable to attach it here, you can send me your email id and I’ll make sure you get it.

I think that it shouldn’t matter to a Muslim with a mature mindset if some good-for-nothing islamophobic starts coming up with these ideas to infuriate us but still such a page should have been banned for the younger generation, who might be tempted towards it.

Somehow we have instilled in our minds that reacting violently against such mischiefs would prove us as great Muslims but I think what we do in our daily lives is way more insulting to the entire Muslim ummah. Someone very rightly pointed out that where are these Muslims when the government is sitting idle and doing nothing about scores of pornographic material on the internet. We have every right to protest and we should protest against such hypocrisy of Facebook but at the same time we should not forget what it really means to be the ummah of Prophet Muhammad (SAWW).

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Love

At times I get this urge to describe love. I want to define it, enclose it in a couple of words, jot it down in a notebook and then throw it away in some dusty, old, termite-infested cabinet.

The metamorphosis is quick and the shades are beaucoup. Love is too big a word. Its canvas has grown over the centuries; adorned with millions of strokes and now it has become impossible to comprehend what the artist wanted it to be. It is that pain which the patient is unable to point out exactly from where it originates. It’s a venom and the only cure available is the venom itself and not in its attenuated state. It takes you out from the dregs only to throw you right back.

Perhaps the entire beauty and ugliness of love lies in the mystery which surrounds it.