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.

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.

Tagged

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.

Inhumane

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!
I..it just hurts so much to think about it. IMAGINE!
JUST FOR FOOD! JUST FOR YOUR OWN FOOD YOU DO SOMETHING HORRENDOUS LIKE THIS?!?!?!
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, but..it'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 cry...so sweet, so honest, I just..to 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. =)

Kiran Aur George- Aaj Tv

I was watching the TV a few minutes back, and I heard this caller diss the presence of George on the show.
Let me give you a little background info before I begin this entry properly.
K&G is a Pakistani show aired on AAJ TV, hosted by a Pakistani woman, Kiran, married to a white guy, George. Together, they speak about various issues and it's quite an informative show with lovely tips and all.
Now, this caller calls in from Karachi, and disses George, saying it was like "aadha teetar aadha bater", a saying in Urdu which implies the fact that it's neither Urdu, nor English. I, and my family, found this to be very racist, and very rude, especially to a person who was working with so much dedication to adapt to a culture and speak a language that's not his own, and mind you, being bloody good at that! George is the same guy who was on George Ka Pakistan. He speaks almost flawless Urdu, and understands the cultural aspects about Pakitsan. He didn't even argue with the caller, which increased my respect for him even more. I think that the caller should open up his mind and broaden his vision and stop being a racist.
I mean, people in Pakistan are migrating to UK and US, while this guy shifts from UK to educate himself about Pakitsan, it's language, culture and history. I find that very applausible. Why diss a person? Because of his colour? Because of his ethnicity? Because of somehting he had no control over?
We say Americans/Britishers were/are racists, apne giriban mein jhanko!
I just found that very humiliating as a Pakistan to take. Pakistanis, and all others for that matter, need to broaden their visions and stop making a fuss about bloodline and race, because it's not important in this world or the Hereafter.

The best love letter ever

You will be happy that you read this all the way through!

As you got up this morning, I watched you, and hoped you would talk to me, even if it was just a few words, asking my opinion or thanking me for something good that happened in your life yesterday. But I noticed you were too busy, trying to find the right outfit to wear. When you ran around the house getting ready, I knew there would be a few minutes for you to stop and say hello, but you were too busy. At one point you had to wait, fifteen minutes with nothing to do except sit in a chair. Then I saw you spring to your feet. I thought you wanted to talk to me, but you ran to the phone and called a friend to get the latest gossip instead. I watched patiently all day long. With all your activities I guess you were too busy to say anything to me.

I noticed that before lunch you looked around, may be you felt embarrassed to talk to me, that is why you didn't bow your head. You glanced three or four tables over and you noticed some of your friends talking to me briefly before they ate, but you didn't. That's okay. There is still more time left, and I hope that you will talk to me yet. You went home and it seems as if you had lots of things to do. After a few of them were done, you turned on the TV. I don't know if you like TV or not, just about anything goes there and you spend lot of time each day in front of it not thinking about anything, just enjoying the show. I waited patiently again as you watched the TV and ate your meal, but again you didn't talk to me.

Bedtime I guess you felt too tired. After you said good night to your family you popped into bed and fell asleep in no time. That's okay because you may not realize that I am always there for you. I've got patience, more than you will ever know. I even want to teach you how to be patient with others as well.

I love you so much that I wait everyday for a nod, prayer or thought or a thankful part of your heart. It is hard to have a one-sided conversation. Well, you are getting up once again. And once again I will wait, with nothing but love for you. Hoping that today you will give me some time. Have a nice day!

Your friend, ALLAH

PS - Do you have enough time to send this to another person?

If you aren't ashamed to do this, please follow the directions.

Not ashamed? Pass this on......only if you mean it.

Yes, I do Love God. He is my source of existence and Savior. Allah keeps me functioning each and everyday.


Without Him, I will be nothing. Without him, I am nothing,

Islamabad Marriot Hotel Blast

Before: After:

Currently 40 people have been reported dead.
Be it Taliban, or America, both of them should burn in hell. Killing and injuring thousands of people. That too, in Ramadan. One for the sake of "battling terrorism" and one in the name of "Islam".
Ironic isn't it? Battling terrorism when you are the terrorist yourself?
No responsibility of the blast has been claimed as yet, but I strongly think this is an act of U.S.
I believe that U.S. is feeding Taliban, and the blasts are a result of that. Bush will now blame this on the Taliban and "terrorists", and then enter as a means of "defence" to Pakistan, hence taking full control of Pakistan.

I may be wrong, but be it America or Taliban (if both of them are separate, anyway!), both are nothing but bloody murders, blood-sucking leeches.
Taliban kill in the name of religion- WHAT RELIGION? Where does Islam state you have to imprision women and force them to live as slaves under men? ?!?!?1
America- How the bloody hell can you fight terrorism when you are the one spreading terror EVERYWHERE! You've meddled with nearly every country. Iraq, Palestine, Pakistan, Afghanistan. Bush is the number 1 terrorist.
I'm telling you, once we eradicate Bush and Taliban and all other hardliners, we have world peace.

The Silence of a Raging Fire

The Silence of a Raging Fire

And in the fire of my presence, I see your visage.
It’s burning me; flames of remorse engulfing me.
And in the ashes of my future, I see your corpse,
Limp and frail it lies, helpless it screams with silent cries.

Are we impotent to the birth of our lives?
Is it as weak as it seems?
I reach out for you and try to quench my thirst,
Futile as it is, for barren lands don’t pacify desires.

You’re the moon in the night sky that seems just inches away,
The horizon in my landscape.
The mirage of my life;
A deception,; a lie.

We are no novice,
To life’s vehement hostility.
So then why does this turn of destiny catch me off guard?
Why does this fire burn the thoughts of our predicted fate?

And I’m falling; free-falling into nothingness;
Free-falling into everything.
Free-falling into this abyss,
Nothing to cushion the fall.

And I lie here,
Stuck in my own prison, and I can’t break free.
I lie here, intoxicated by this numbness,
As my demons encircle me.

I lie here,
Frozen in this concrete silence.
A thousand words are left unspoken,
As I seal my lips and silently wait, silently break.

Silenced by deception,
Silenced by pain.
Tears in eyes,
And the world slowly spins.

A new day,
A new world.
A new past,
A new wound.

Flames of memories burn inside,
A deafening silence overtaking me.
I watch the flames of our memories burn,
As I leave behind the ashes of our past.

Arfa Shahid Siddiqi
Completed at: 18th September, 2008,Thursday, at 1:57 am.

Been trying to write this for almost a month now..this is the longest I've taken to complete a poem...just couldn't get to the ending, was stuck at the 4th paragraph, after the first two lines.

My life is over.

My facebook got hacked/phished. Get me OFF your lists NOW! I'm so effin' pissed off atm. ALL OF MY DATA GONE! PIctures? GONE! No backup cuz I backed them all up on FB! GODDAMIT!

But this made my day:-

Me:oh btw, what's the link to my profile?
   Him:
link?
Him
yeah like when you clikc on my profile, whats the url
Me:
copy paste kerdo please
         Him
oye aik minute
         Him
whats the time there?
Me:
7:33 am
Him:
day?
Me
Friday
         Him
where did we first talk?
Me:
Orkut
         Him:
good :D
Me:
Are you ok?
         Him
im paranoid ok><
         Him
ahh ghost!
Me
LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo
Me
OMG OMG OMg
Me:
rotfl
Me
YOU THOUGHT I WAS A HACKER?
Me
rotfl...*dies*
Me
THAT made my DAY! =D
Him
hey nothing wrong in making sure :P
Me
You are the best!
Me
=D OMG You deserve a virtual hug
Me
*tight bear hug*
Me:
Acha bas ab batao :P