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Random Rant 1

I decided to do something different, its nice to be slightly different at times. Usually I talk about a single topic. Whereas this time I decided just to have a rant. You know, like how the old aunties like to rant on the phone after 7pm. They talk about everything. Sometimes I wonder if they even think about what they talk. Sweet old ladies.

Nevertheless, people complain. I don't

know if it is just an Indian thing, but we love complaining. Its always too hot, too cold, too windy....never right. We complain about the economy, some ache or pain, that our samoosa purr never came out right...I don't know. But why do we complain? Is it the fact that we primarily are never happy? We always are saying, 'you know how it is, just have to make sabr'. Are our lives that bad? I wonder. Maybe it is, maybe we actually have veered straight off the road. Imagine this, imagine you had a nice new car, and you are driving from DBN to JHB. However, on the N3, you decided to go offroad. Obviously now you don't have a nice ride, you don't have tarred roads, you don't have wrap it up in Harrismith, you can't drive fast, your car keeps breaking down...but why? Because we are the bujias who actually decided to drive on the bad roads.Now think about it....in our actual lives, have we not chosen the rocky road to our destination? We decided to introduce Lady Gaga, music, haraam relationships. Then we hit the potholes of breakups, of depression, of THINGS NOT WORKING OUT....then we complain as above? We know the tar road....take the thing. There's no e-Tolls.

I miss Spark's road. Spark's road was nice. If you don't know, I moved far away from Sparks road. That feeling as you enter the sparksport pharmacy intersection, the glowing lights of Sparks Road Masjid, Mallinson, Hilaal...the uncle selling foil from his bakkie, Kiki's breakfast specials. There's no Sparks road here. If I mentioned chicken Tikka most people will think I'm cursing them. But its new, there's other things. There's other challanges and other advantages. Have I changed? I hope not. Because, we have to realise that wherever we go, whether its China or Slovakia or Sparks...Islam is still the same. Just because there's no Spark's Road Masjids, doesn't mean my Salaah has to stop does it? Change is inevitable. You are going to get married, she is going to smell like Vicks in the night, he might not like the aircon on...but those are menial things. Whatever the changes are, remember Allah, remember you are a Muslim...everything else falls in place.

Gaza was sad. I really got upset with it. I wanted to do something. But that aspect has been covered extensively(although never enough). I found something interesting on Facebook, Twitter, BBM...when our Muslim brothers and sisters were being attacked, we actually united. All Muslims, whether Memon, Urdu, Surti, Kokni...regardless of location/language/race...we united. We all opposed the Zionists. It was interesting. I mean at the end of the day we still had the differing opinions of say whether to say Ameen out loud or not, or to raise our hands before Rukhu, but we were united. I found this very interesting. Why don't we all live like this continously? I mean, everyone has their own opinions(within reason and not out of the teachings of Shariah), we should obey it...but live harmoniously. I mean, why don't we stop saying oh those blo*dy Mallinson boys, those blo*dy 45th people...we need one tamaacha(slap) when we say that. Don't ever force your ideas on anyone, or talk bad about others. We should all be united on pleasing Allah Ta'Ala. That's it. Don't become a means of division and disunity. Judge ourselves, before we judge others.

I have to sleep.
I still miss Sparks Road.

Make Dua.

Hadeeth Newsflash

Reported by K`ab bin Malik (RA): Messenger of Allah (peace be upon him) said, "Two hungry wolves sent in the midst of a flock of sheep are no more destructive to them than a man's greed for wealth and fame is to his Deen.'' [At-Tirmidhi]

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