As I sit here typing away on the keyboard with 'El Scorcho' playing in the background, my mind drifts back to when I first heard this song some 10 years ago. Sitting on the sofa at the 'Bilik Rehat' with Ipin's cassette and Sulut's walkman glued to my ears. I wonder what they're doing now.
They were good times those days. The past has got this special way of making me feel better during tough times. Maybe I choose to remember only the good stuff. Hey, it was never an easy ride, but I got here somehow.
The past few weeks have been...errr...eventful. There were tough times and there were tougher times. I had a dateline to catch, a paper to answer and a relationship to salvage. I think Superman had an easier job saving people from dying.
I'm not complaining. I always think the things we do in life are reflective of what we have done in the past or to save us from future disasters. Kinda like karma, but an Islamic approach to it.
For the only thing that keeps me going is my belief. Sometimes, I even surprise myself at some of the decisions I've made. But the belief in being responsible for every action keeps me going. Hey, if you don't have belief brother, you're a hollow soul with nothing. Nothing.
But what am I saying here 30 minutes before midnight on a working day? Just rambles. And craps. Writing is my therapy, remember? And you are all the therapists.
Thanks for listening. Good night.
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Friday, June 15, 2007
The Truth Hurts
Col. Jessep: You want answers?
Kaffee: I think I'm entitled.
Col. Jessep: You want answers?!
Kaffee: I want the truth!
Col. Jessep: YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!
A Few Good Men, 1992Jack was right. I can't handle the truth.
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Monday, June 04, 2007
Six days and forty years later
I am tempted to write on the eve of the 40
th anniversary of the
Six-Day War to remind myself of the struggles and hardships endured by the Palestinian people.
It shouldn't even be called an anniversary because it's not a celebration. 1967 should not have happened. And to this day, the Middle East has never been the same. And I doubt it would ever be resolved even for another 40.
Let's take a moment today to learn about history. What events led up to 5
th of June 1967.
The BBC has a good summary here.It's so easy for us to point fingers, but I would think everyone is guilty. From the people who just stood by and let it happen to the army patrolmen who barraged through Jerusalem on that fateful day in June 1967.
I think every 5
th of June, we should reflect on what had happened in the Middle East and what is still going on there. What have we learned? What should be done? How are we progressing?
For the only logical answer is a two-state solution, which honestly I would think can never be resolved without honest and sincere dedication from both sides.
It would be so easy for me to blame Israel just because I'm Muslim but maybe we should take a step back and look at it from a broader angle. Yes, my heart is with the Palestinians but even you and I know 'sticks and stones will hurt their bones but AK-47s will ultimately kill me.'
Violence is not the answer. It never was. It never will. Easy words for someone living thousands of miles away from the
warzone. But the honest fact is, the fighting has got to stop. The cycle of violence needs a halt. Words must be spoken. Action must be taken. It's been 40 years since the atrocities started. When will it end? What is the world doing?
For on the eve of 5
th of June, let us pray for a better and more peaceful Middle East. Let peace prevails and the violence stop. Let our prayers be with the men and women of Palestine.
Amin.
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