February 28, 2010 § 2 Comments
Some very beautiful pictures from Afghanistan and Pakistan.
You can view all the pictures here: – Link
February 24, 2010 § 9 Comments
As part of our course we’re required to study and learn the 99 Names of Allah. So I was browsing some Youtube videos and came across this particular one that I really liked. It’s by Hisham Abbas – Enjoy!
The Messenger of Allah, said, “Allah has ninety-nine names. He who ‘ahsaha’ [enumerates them, believes in them, ponders their meanings, worships Allah by them and supplicates with them, and acts by them according to one’s belief in them] will enter Paradise.
[Bukhari & Muslim]
February 12, 2010 § 2 Comments
I’m currently reading Censoring an Iranian Love Story by Shahriar Mandanipour – probably the romantic in me. It was greatly recommended by a friend and is also one of the picks of a bookclub I’m part off.
I’ve just started it today and it’s already gripped me. A story of two people falling in love in political Iran & the difficulties in writing and publishing. Check it out if you can!
A review that I came upon:
From one of Iran’s most accomplished and controversial contemporary writers, his first novel to appear in English—a dazzlingly inventive work of fiction: two powerful narratives, seamlessly entwined, that open a revelatory window into what it’s like to live, to love, and to be an artist in today’s Iran.
The author’s fictional alter ego, who bears his name, has spent years struggling to publish in Iran, reluctantly bending his work to the will of the all-powerful censor at the Ministry of Culture and Islamic Guidance. But now Shahriar faces his greatest challenge yet: to write a bewitching love story, set in the present, in Iran.
He writes about beautiful Sara and fiercely proud Dara, who, forbidden by the state from being alone together, pass encoded messages in the pages of their favorite books, and meet in secret amid the bustling streets, Internet cafés, and private gardens of Tehran. But writing of their encounters, their desires, puts Shahriar in as much danger as his Iranian Romeo and Juliet. Can Sara and Dara’s love survive? Will the Ministry issue Shahriar a publishing permit? The answers are as shocking as they are unexpected.
Laced with humor and irony, at once provocative and deeply moving, Censoring an Iranian Love Story is a triumph of art and spirit.
February 7, 2010 § 18 Comments
So I broke my foot.
Actually I didn’t, its just a sprain and I felt like saying that. Somehow I managed to twist my foot yesterday. We went to a clinic nearby where they thought it was a fracture and recommended us to go to Rashid Hospital – and they said it wasn’t. So I’m assuming its just a sprain.
I Can barely walk and Ive got it all bandaged – this means I’m stuck at home for a week or so and Im supposed to rest in bed. Which I really can’t do for a whole darned week considering Ive got classes to attend. Nearly ending my course in a month or so and I don’t want to miss out on the last few juzz’ of the Qurán.
On a side note, I’d like to say I absolutely support Women going into the medical field. They make lives for other Women so much easier. Although islamically if it’s a medical reason you can expose the injured bodyparts to a Non-Mehram male for treatment it was utterly embarrasing showing half of my leg to the guy who was bandaging it. He was decent and Muslim – but I was cringing from inside. Sigh.
I guess Ill be more online this week – lets see!
February 2, 2010 § 17 Comments
A friend of mine emailed me today saying she was divorced. Yes, divorced. Shes been married for only two years.
Another friend of mine is also filing for divorce because her husband hit her.
Both of the couples above, when you’d see them a couple of months back you wouldn’t think there would be any cause for divorce. It’s amazing how people can change.
Which makes me hesitate in jumping the marriage bandwagon even in the future.
I’m probably paranoid but you can’t blame me when I’ve seen two of my Sisters’ going through the difficult process of divorce when I was growing up. Leaves emotional scars behind. In the end, the thought of getting hitched isn’t appealing. I’ll probably give whoever I do end up getting married to a nightmare.