November 29, 2008

Mumbai Attacks

My family and I have been watching every news channel available on our cable subscription post Mumbai attacks, and they seem to be blaming Pakistan for all of this.
I say no, why? Because now, I have proof. The pictures that were released of the terrorists, it showed the gunman wearing a pinkish red Pooja thread on the wrist. Pakistanis and Muslims do not wear this!
Also, it's being said that the terrorists were working in the hotel for 10 months or so, well, they bearly let Pakistanis visit, let alone work an internship in Taj Hotel, and now the Taj Hotel CEO are saying that none of the staff of Taj Hotel is involved.
Now they're saying that it's some Christian 23-year-old whose friend killed him, before these attacks.
And just now, they're reporting that passports from Mauritius are being found.

Also, it's been reported that alcohol, and meat and some other crops were bought for a certain amount of Rps. And it's been alleged that Al Qaeda is involved in training these gunmen. Well, all of us know that Al Qaeda are Islamic extremists, and they would NEVER even TOUCH alcohol, and if these gunmen were trained by them, wouldn't they be proper Islamists and not even purchase alcohol or wear the Pooja thread?
Also, names like Abu Ismail are not common in Pakistan, they're mored Indian-Muslim names. And when they show the pictures, it clearly looks like the people are of Indian descent. When a Pakistani and an Indian stand together, one can usually very clearly make out who is from where, it's only natural.
Besides, a Deccan group has taken responsibility for these attacks, yet Pakistan is being blamed.

That's the picture, but I can't find the one on the news channels, that showed the red thread clearly.

Here's a report that I just found seconds ago, and thank God someone noticed what I noticed; the red thread:-

'Deccan Mujahideen' claims responsibility

Press Trust of India
Thursday, November 27, 2008 2:59 AM (Mumbai)
Even as a little-known Deccan Mujahideen group claimed responsibility for the coordinated terror strikes in Mumbai on Wednesday night, the identity and nature of the attack has left security agencies baffled.

In the camera shots of a suspected terrorist involved in the gruesome shootout ever to be undertaken by terrorists, the AK-47 wielding youth comes across as an average youngster.

Dressed in a black half T-shirt and jeans with a blue rucksack hung over his left shoulder and red sacred thread tied on his right wrist, one might just mistake him to be just another regular college going student.

What baffles the security agencies is the sacred thread tied on his wrist which many say could be a plot to show that the attack was undertaken by probably an extreme Hindu group.

But, the claim by a terror organisation with a Muslim name has left the above theory in question, say experts.

These are just some of the contradictions that I've noticed, but I'm sure there are many more.
I just say, enough is enough, for every attack that's been taking place, why is Pakistan blamed? Maybe some Muslims did it, because let's face it, we haven't exactly been interpretting Islam right, in certain parts of the world. But it's about time that something is done about this.

November 11, 2008

Epitome of a Delusive Aim- 12.11.08, Wednesday.

Epitome Of a Delusive Aim

You rattle your mind and soul; probe it further and further, trying somehow to clear the permanent haze that's been obscuring the vision and the ability to feel. It's hard, very hard, and impossible even at times. No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, it's stuck there, like transparent wrap clinging on to a frozen container. Your brain is stuck at one point, there's no past, no future. It's frozen. No thawing. Not one bit. Not one degree. Every moment, every hour, every minute, the haze is clouding my thoughts, clouding your ability to differ from the passing seconds of life. You don't, or rather can't, feel the intensity of each passing event. Each feeling is registered, yet not recognised. It seems like our soul, heart and brain combine together to become one big blob of nothingness; of everything, yet nothing.
The feelings all crash down at one point, hitting hard, feeling a numb, throbbing pain, yet not actually feeling it. Does it make sense? Does life? Yes. No! The magnitude of the pain is like that of a severely decayed tooth being gnawed at under the Novocaine. It's a throbbing pain that you can't register. Yet after the anaesthetic dies down, you're sore, bruised, hurting. Unable to find the will to face the realities of life. Wanting to crawl into a black hole and just block out the world. That's when you wish you were numb; going to that comfortable and familiar corner of your soul where no one lashes out and everything is calm and peaceful, like the still waters of an azure ocean.

But as you come to terms with this emptiness and start to face the world around you normally, stuck in a routine, people, events.
And then comes a turning point in your life. This turning point can be defined as a possible delusion; making you believe that this numbness is not right, and that life is much more. It may come in the form of a person, an object, or maybe just a dream. Waking you up from the coma of your own soul. You wish to feel. You fight to feel. Living inside this hollowness, you realize you need to feel, to be alive. That's when life throws you in the path of destiny..
Millions of branches of fate, with a few clearly defined ones. And it feeds on you..
Some get into masochistic habits, some into sadistic, some inflict pain on others, some upon themselves, all to get out of something they brought upon themselves (the numbness). Some make it, some don't. Some fall and get back up, some fall and break, too crippled by the events to get back up. They sink into a dark abyss; destroying their life, a slow suicide. Numbing their senses and going back once again to where they were. The ones who move on are once again put to test. Pushed over their limits, tested and tried, like a guinea pig until he dies, or a puppet until the show's over. And that's exactly what does happen. Like destiny is some kind of a scientist, or a puppet man, playing with the threads of life to see what different outcomes it can make of lives, and then search for new puppets when the previous have worn out. During this puppet show of life, where you get back up and are thrown to destiny, you try to make the best out of life. You are faced with problems at every step, and when it gets too much to bear, you automatically sink into your comfortable shell at once, that little corner in your shell that you fought to break out from.
And that, I say, is the epitome of life; the cycle of delusion, the cycle of false belief and aims that a particular event or object in life will change you. It won't.

Arfa Shahid Siddiqi.

November 5, 2008


So, I was tagged by this talented lady over here, and I shall do what it requires:-

The Rules are:
[copied and pasted!]

~ Link to the Blogger who tagged you.
~ In your blog, post The Rules and...
~ Six quirky but unspectacular factoids about yourself
~ Tag six other bloggers by linking to them
~ Go to each person's blog, and leave a comment that lets them know they've been tagged.
My own rule~ Let me know you've done this tagged post too!

1. Whenever I don't like someone, I imagine what's the worse that can happen, and I don't do it the normal way, I LITERALLY imagine us having a catfight or something totally extreme, and the thought often ends either one of us being in prison.

2. I MUST do the traditional air-blow-from-mouth after reciting a Du'a, otherwise I feel my Du'a isn't completed.

3. I can write English words and letters, mirrored. Like it's from left to write, I can write it right to left.

4. I can write with my right hand (sanely) on the blackboard, but not on the whiteboard or on paper.

5. I love singing along with the song, so much so that if the song isn't in sync with me, I will keep on rewinding it till we're exactly on the same word, heck even syllable!

6. I cannot stop shaking my left leg.

I tag:- Braceface XD, Homer, Enchanted, Rabia, Ry, Angel.

November 3, 2008


I was literally rooted to the ground when my mother just told me what she heard.
There's this cooking show on Geo Tv and my mom was watching it. The hostess told people what I believe is just...i mean, cruelty beyond words.
In USA/UK, they took a live bird, tied back it's wings, and tied it's claws/feet, and dipped it in scorching oil! just hurts so much to think about it. IMAGINE!
Ugh. People disgust me. How inhumane does a person have to be to do such a heinous act?
IMAGINE! Soaking a LIVE bird into HOT OIL? OMG. People need ethics. There's nothing I can do to change the facts,'s just so horrendous.
When will people learn to have a heart? When will their stone-hearts melt?

A poem for me by Rabia...

You were my silver lining
the only light to be seen for miles
my best friend
you led me out of the deary darkness
and into the comforting arms of the night
my best friend
you stood by me when clouds of gloom loomed overhead
and made the haze dissapear
my best friend
you healed the jaded scar in my heart
and sew it back to pieces
my bestfriend
you always knew when i was down
and knew how to cheer me up
my bestfriend
you mean more to me than mere words can say.

It nearly made me sweet, so honest, I have a poem written about you, it's not very often that it happens, and it did to me, and she made me feel so special..
Weird how words can affect you and change your whole perception about things and how you look at things and people..
Thank you Rabia, it's beautiful. And it means so much to me. I treasure it and keep it with all my heart, and I promise to try and be there for you whenever I can. =)