To all those who thinks Hudud Law is cool....

I dedicate this post to those, especially women (especially women from the COWs species), who is in favor of Islamic Hudud law. We are going to die soon at some point of our lives. Ask yourselves, is this the Malaysia that we are going to let our children and their children inherit from us? Ask yourselves in all honesty before you sign up ergo convict the future generation to this so called God's law, do you understand enough of what constitutes "hudud" and is it really God's law?

Ask yourselves, if you daughters, God forbid, gets raped, then charged and jailed simply because she cannot come up with 4 witnesses to prove her innocence, can that ever be God's law? Is this justice? Do not proclaim that "God is fair" then turn around and claim a law from Him that proves He is not.

Ask yourselves again.. are you living right? Is the path you've taken, shoved down to you since birth without choice is the actual path Allah had prescribed? Have you at least once, read the message of God Himself, the Quran, on your own instead of trusting what information attributed to God, to know the difference between His actual words and the words created by humans and attributed to Him so that some kind of control can be established. You should, because at the end of the day, non of those people who proclaim authority of Islam have any responsibility of answering FOR you. That responsibility is ON yourself.

[17:14] "Read thine record: Sufficient is your soul this day to make out an account against you."

[17:15] Who received guidance, received it for his own benefit: who go astray does so to his own loss: No bearer of burdens can bear the burden of another: nor would We visit with Our Wrath until We had sent an messenger.

I am not going to spoil my otherwise serene morning even further, after reading about this unfortunate woman from Afghanistan, so I will leave you these videos for your listening displeasure...

Allah had given us brains for a purpose, and minimizing it's usage just so we get a better second hand value when we sell it for organ transplant, however, does not apply to human organs....

[10:100] No soul can believe, except by the will of Allah, and He will place a wrath on those who do not reason.

This was what I saw on television today morning...just enough to cause my breakfast embark into the riot that of middle east today...

http://edition.cnn.com/2011/11/23/world/meast/afghan-rape-victim/?hpt=ias_c1

Below is a video of which the rape victim was interviewed. Imagine if this is your own kin. It's bad enough to find at least ONE witness to a rape case, and these mule-lahs wants four....what is it about mule-lahs and the number 4? Four wives four rape witnesses..on all fours would probably be haram if wrong hole targeted though...don't say I did not warn you...

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Last but not least, read these posts for further understanding of hudud law:

1. Who-doed from dont know where

2. A Malaysian legal perspective of hudud law implementation written by Art Harun in
Anti-apostasy law – the legal dynamics

One word about "apostasy". Well, maybe a few....I think the people who came out with this was probably bored having their heads swimming in their own feces whilst their heads were were having a field trip high up in their own asses. They are spending waaaaay too much time there it's no wonder if you walk into the Religious department for any work to get done, most of them are hardly there. They are almost always out on some kind of courses...probably intercourse to accommodate for the propagate forth Islamist agenda I reckon...but, that's just my speculation.

I don't know which part of the "no compulsion" these guys have trouble registering in those sad excuse of a human brain...

[2:256] Let there be no compulsion in religion: Truth stands out clear from Error: whoever rejects evil and believes in Allah hath grasped the most trustworthy hand-hold, that never breaks. And Allah hears and knows all things.

Unless they have invented gadgets like "Believe meter" or "Iman detector", then they will know if a person believes or not...even then, they need to come up with a more advanced gadget to come up with a prophecy that that particular person will remain not believing until he dies. Then this is when things get more complicated and they have to invent a gadget that can tell them when a person is going to die. Nope, calculating life span from the point of MID-life crisis have proven to fail big time rendering mid life crisis a misnomer.

But observing the state of the Muslims all around the world today, I reckon the only thing we can ever invent would be massive output of mutual farts from our fart-was, but then I would best stop here because I have digressed.

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I love that word "Kita Boss"...so what are you waiting for folks? Registered oredy ka ha???

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Man in the Mirror....

I love George carlin. He had this talent of delivering deep and meaningful messages (well deep to those who have the capability and desire to ponder upon them), in a package of hilarious presentation. Then again, he was a stand up comedian. Tough job if you ask me. I think today, the only people who can actually make you ROFLOL (that's cyber language for "Roll onto floor laughing out loud" for those of you born in BD, before dinosour, and baffled) would be the politicians.

But listen to this one. Are the politicians comedian by choice, or by chance, or perhaps both? I mean, come to think of it, WE put them there via our democrasy process. Perhaps it is us , the rakyat who deserve to be the jokers who put the politically inclined bigger jokers where they are today to give us mother of all entertainment.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=mcCPlkw6dO0



So if we, the rakyat are the people responsible for today's politicians, let's take a closer look at us.

Michael Jackson sang "Man in the Mirror" and people sang along and dance along. But how many actually understood his simple message. Most of us don't even have time except for a quick glance in the mirror on the way to exit through the door in our daily rush to work, just enough time to check whether there is no food particles stuck in our teeths and hairs from sleeping on the dining table due to extreme exhaustion from our daily routine. (well, this could happen especially to career mothers with 4 children for example).

Take a look at how we drive on the road for instance. Take a look at how we go about in our daily dealings with the people around us. Ponder earnestly on these. Ask ourselves this question and answer it sincerely and honestly, "How do I see myself in the mirror?". Am I the one bribing the authorities, the politicians et al, just to get my project executed so that I can make more money to bribe more people along the way to making myself rich? Am I the one who, although did not do something selfish like that , but keeps reticent when I encounter such things happening within the family or to the people I know? Am I the one who likes to put down nasty comments on the blogs and facebook , joining the choir of condemnation of say bribary issues yet feels very happy when I get as many hampers during the celebrative seasons? Am I giving those opinion based on what I think is the right thing or is it because it is the right thing for me and my interest? Do I support and vote for the politicians because they can get the job done right and clean, or do I support and vote for them because again, they take care of my personal interest?

Ever heard of the "Indian Crab Story"? One of my closest Indian buddy use to narrate this to me sometime back when we had the time to sit around after work and enjoy a cup of teh tarik and the complimentary time to bitch about the world. Crabs get on top of each other to surface from the gutter and in the end, the pile of struggling crabs falter in totality. Doesn't this sound familiar? Perhaps Darwin got sidetracked with the amount of hair monkeys have and thought humans evolved (if ever at all) from them. Perhaps Darwin is half right. Perhaps he overlooked that some humans may have evolved from crabs. I mean, some of us are incapable of walking in a straight path yet tells others to do so. And then there's that stepping on each others' heads to get somewhere. Ponder on this.

In the West, people help each other and together they progressed. Their culture is to nurture one another (with the exception of America's Capitalism if I may say so...now look at them). "Development" meant not just mere materialism, but also the development of human as a whole. In Malaysia for instance, our development is mostly covered in the aspect of materialism, and human development is not as a whole, but as a hole...a foetid sinkhole sometimes. I mean, we look at Saifool's case as a hole right? And what a busy hole it is. In short, we have neglected human development and today, cause and effect had taken it's toll. Majority, no longer do the right thing, but the right thing for them to gain personal interest.

So the next time you want to critisize the politicians, as a whole or hole, do me this favor. Stand in front of a mirror for 10 minutes, look at yourself in reflection and ask yourself, "Do I like what is staring back at me?"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=PivWY9wn5ps

Ad from Zubedy : Have a Meaningful Hari Malaysia

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Have a meaningful Hari Malaysia

"The primary goal of nation-building must be for the purpose of humanity, a fellowship of virtues, and collective wellbeing, regardless of race, ethnicity and religion."

-Almarhum Ustaz Hj. Fadzil Noor (1937 - 2002)

Do it for Unity: Let's Say 'sorry' and 'thank you' to each other


Next Friday, September 16th, we celebrate our forty-eighth Hari Malaysia. On this day of Unity, let’s ask forgiveness for the hurts caused. And let’s celebrate by saying ‘thank you’ for the good things we have done for each other.
We have much to be thankful for. As a nation, we are many times richer today. Our poverty levels have been reduced to a minimal percentage. More than ninety percent of our people can now read and write. Death at infancy has been significantly reduced. And we have lined our cityscape with beautiful skyscrapers.

Yet, it will not be an exaggeration to say that many of us, brother and sister Malaysians, feel a sense of kecil hati. It seems as if we are a nation of wounded hearts.

Some of these feelings can be traced. As people living together while keeping our distinct cultures, our consciousness of race is sometimes higher than our national consciousness. Some of our hurts are somehow seen from a racial angle. Each community may feel as if our sacrifices have gone unappreciated. And each of us may respond by saying if we are not appreciated, we can also choose not to appreciate others.

But we cannot allow this tit-for-tat to go on. We need to turn the other cheek. We need to choose to be the bigger person. Somebody must mengalah.

The fact is, all of us have given a lot to make this country what it is today. This is our Malaysia; we built it together. This is a reality that no one can challenge or change.

This Hari Malaysia is a good time for us to say ‘sorry’ and to say ‘thank you’ to each other. Let’s make it a day to mend broken hearts.

At zubedy, we want to initiate this say ‘sorry’ and ‘thank you’ campaign. We hope that you will also download this message, use it, add your own ideas to it, and share it with others.

As our custom puts it, kalau ada salah dan silap, tolong maafkan.

To all Malaysians, from all walks of life, who give of themselves everyday for the good of our nation – Thank you. To our foreign friends also who work alongside us – Thank you. If we take away even one of these parts, we will no longer be Malaysia. And that is something we never want to happen.

Thank you, thank you and thank you. Because of you, Malaysia is, and will continue to be, a great nation.



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DEAD FRIEND WALKING

In life there will always be that someone who will stay in your heart for as long as you can feel. He may not be the one you end up with, but a slightly special in relation .... a friendship platonic


I have such a person in my life. He was this sweet little boy I knew from teenage years and we were together as friends since then for as long as I can remember, at least in my heart. The guy who would tell me how he'd avenge someone for torturing the oppressed. The guy who I'd trade stories of adventures of raiding someone else's dusun in the kampung and us laughing about it. The guy who you can count on when you fall and hurt yourself to accompany you to the hospital when your parents are not with you. The sweet guy who would just listen to you blabbering about things that don't make sense and still think it's funny.

The guy who would make you laugh with stories of wedding crashings. The guy who don't really talk much about his feelings but you will know and feel it even when he said nothing at all. The guy who would give you silly ideas about living it wrong sometimes just to remember how to have fun during a time when everything in life seem too serious. The guy who would include you in the prosecution of silly things he did like stuffing gun powder in the spark plug and throwing it up into the air to produce this mother of all fire cracker sound.

The guy who'd had the talent of justifying the holes that that firework had left on the road. The person you you know even without looking that he will have a secret net waiting somewhere to catch your fall. The guy who you want him to be in your life as a true friend forever. The guy who you don't see for the longest time yet pick up where we left when we see each other a couple of years later.


Perhaps there is a reason why childhood friends should just remain childhood friends for simple reasons like, people grow, and they change. Sometimes, they change into someone you least expected. Perhaps I am a bit selfish in wanting to hold on to the memories of that sweet little boy I no longer see in this present grown up man my eyes are feasted upon. I clearly had ,in the past disregarded the little warning signs, dismissing them as false alarm. But when warning signs become actual danger, you are left with nothing but a cold cold heart, from the realization that, although you want the memories of that sweet little boy to hold on to for as long as you'd like to, truth is, it is time to move on.

It's hard to love a friend, when he is no longer there but just a fiction of your memory. All that stood in front of me is this grown man almost devoid of compassion, devoid of his inner child. One who makes you wonder, "what the hell did you do to my friend??". I look at him and miss the idea of him. It is even harder to admit to myself that I had lost him quite some time ago, somewhere along his way to prove to the world, that he can achieve all the material things life could offer. He just had forgotten that the reason why I loved him was because of that sweet little boy that was within him for as long as I could remember. That boy is dead now. Perhaps he never saw the friend in me. Perhaps I never know him at all. Funny that in life, when things go wrong, you are left in a discomforting abyss of perhaps.

And now I'm left with the painful memories of how he used to be, how we used to be. I know I'm being selfish, for wanting to cling on to that sweet memories so bad I became blinded by the fact that that boy was long dead. And it's just so hard to love a stranger who had possessed your friend. It's even harder to digest the fact that he was gone, longer than I had realized he had left me. Perhaps childhood friends should just remain during our childhood. At least it spares us the pain of watching them grow into complete strangers...

It's easier to mourn for the dead. But how do one mourn for a dead friend walking?