<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955546342544762398</id><updated>2011-11-12T08:58:38.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zaki's World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15406945154948020249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_985OnusW-LI/SJtryWUYSlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrpNpekuvNU/s1600-R/zaki.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955546342544762398.post-656331378686220319</id><published>2011-11-12T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T08:58:38.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to My Somali Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I write this letter because I am heartbroken&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heartbroken because of my brother’s misunderstanding&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Misunderstanding because you ain’t listening&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You’re not listening to what we ain’t saying&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We ain’t saying for fear of being forsaken &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forsaken because of the naming and shaming&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shaming because of the games you be playing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Playing because you ain’t respecting &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ain’t respecting because you ain’t appreciating &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ain’t appreciating because you too have been forsaken&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forsaken because nobody is understanding &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ain’t understanding because nobody is listening &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ain’t listening because you ain’t speaking &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ain’t speaking because you too fear the shaming&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The shaming for being a man with emotions&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emotions that you really should be celebrating&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Celebrating because you are a man that is living &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Living because you’ve learned the art of expression&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yet, you ain’t expressing because you are hurting &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hurting because you no longer respecting &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ain’t respecting because you have been broken&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Broken because you took a shot at loving&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now, you no longer loving &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No longer listening &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So you stay cold while I..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;While I be heartbroken&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because I am a woman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Longing for your loving&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955546342544762398-656331378686220319?l=zakisworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/656331378686220319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955546342544762398&amp;postID=656331378686220319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/656331378686220319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/656331378686220319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/letter-to-my-somali-brother.html' title='A Letter to My Somali Brother'/><author><name>Zaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15406945154948020249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_985OnusW-LI/SJtryWUYSlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrpNpekuvNU/s1600-R/zaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955546342544762398.post-3051895735083079416</id><published>2009-11-08T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:35:17.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have the Potential</title><content type='html'>We have the potential to meet the need&lt;br /&gt;We have the potential to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;Hear me, my friend!&lt;br /&gt;We have the potential indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the potential to make past mistakes right&lt;br /&gt;We have the potential to bring the hopes of daylight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the potential&lt;br /&gt;to save the next generation&lt;br /&gt;We have the potential to rebuild our beautiful nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the potenital&lt;br /&gt;to do away wth tyranny &amp;amp; backward mentality&lt;br /&gt;We have the potential&lt;br /&gt;to bring ourselves from the brinks of insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the potential&lt;br /&gt;to be like one family.&lt;br /&gt;We have the potential&lt;br /&gt;to find unity amongst our diversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the potential&lt;br /&gt;to be the definition of inspiration&lt;br /&gt;We have the potential&lt;br /&gt;to end circle of violence and extermination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Boroma to Baidhabo&lt;br /&gt;We have the potential&lt;br /&gt;From Burco to Beledweyne&lt;br /&gt;We have the potential&lt;br /&gt;From Qardho to Kismaayo&lt;br /&gt;We have the potential&lt;br /&gt;From Hargeisa to Xamar&lt;br /&gt;We have the potential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the potential to succeed&lt;br /&gt;Hear me, my friend!&lt;br /&gt;We have the potential, indeed!&lt;br /&gt;All we've got to do is believe&lt;br /&gt;In the powers of you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955546342544762398-3051895735083079416?l=zakisworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3051895735083079416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955546342544762398&amp;postID=3051895735083079416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/3051895735083079416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/3051895735083079416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-have-potential.html' title='We have the Potential'/><author><name>Zaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15406945154948020249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_985OnusW-LI/SJtryWUYSlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrpNpekuvNU/s1600-R/zaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955546342544762398.post-134308591050779572</id><published>2009-07-29T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:53:51.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mission</title><content type='html'>I am on a mission&lt;br /&gt;a mission to save a nation&lt;br /&gt;a nation on death row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mission is one of eradication&lt;br /&gt;the eradication of deep desperation&lt;br /&gt;desperation resulting from deprivation&lt;br /&gt;the deprivation of a nation&lt;br /&gt;a nation on death row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on mission&lt;br /&gt;a mission to provide a vision&lt;br /&gt;a vision of emancipation&lt;br /&gt;emancipation of a nation&lt;br /&gt;a nation on death row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision is of a nation&lt;br /&gt;a nation free of frustration&lt;br /&gt;frustration replaced by liberation&lt;br /&gt;the liberation of a nation&lt;br /&gt;a nation on death row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision will soon come to realisation&lt;br /&gt;the realisation of a nation&lt;br /&gt;a nation free of destruction&lt;br /&gt;destruction replaced with the hopes of a nation&lt;br /&gt;a nation no longer on death row&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955546342544762398-134308591050779572?l=zakisworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/134308591050779572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955546342544762398&amp;postID=134308591050779572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/134308591050779572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/134308591050779572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-mission.html' title='My Mission'/><author><name>Zaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15406945154948020249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_985OnusW-LI/SJtryWUYSlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrpNpekuvNU/s1600-R/zaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955546342544762398.post-7466907057142258689</id><published>2009-05-31T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:23:25.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Qaraabooy qalad maa ku dhaqaaqay?</title><content type='html'>Hadaan Qarankeyga u istaago&lt;br /&gt;Qabyalada hor istaago&lt;br /&gt;Qaraabooy qalad maa ku dhaqaaqay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadaan Qaadirkii weynaa talo saarto&lt;br /&gt;Qurankiisane midigtayta ku qabsado&lt;br /&gt;Qaraabooy qalad maa ku dhaqaaqay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadaan Qalin qaato&lt;br /&gt;Dhalinyarta qiiro geliyo&lt;br /&gt;From Qardho to Qatar qeeladeeyda gaarto&lt;br /&gt;Qaraabo qalad maa ku dhaqaaqay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilaan dadkeeni qaali badnaa&lt;br /&gt;Qaad baabiyo, qabuuro booxiyaan&lt;br /&gt;ama qah iyo qoxootinimo ku dhintaan&lt;br /&gt;Qaraaboy qaasidkeena ma yahay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qaraaboy, Al-Qayuum talo saarta&lt;br /&gt;Quraanka qalbigeena ku qaboojista&lt;br /&gt;Qarankeena qiimeesta&lt;br /&gt;Qabyaalada badala&lt;br /&gt;Qiyaamo isku diyaariya&lt;br /&gt;Gargaarka Qaadir waa qariib&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955546342544762398-7466907057142258689?l=zakisworld.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_985OnusW-LI/SJtryWUYSlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrpNpekuvNU/s1600-R/zaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955546342544762398.post-135102954326647385</id><published>2009-05-30T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:01:58.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The A.K.M Syndrome</title><content type='html'>It is the A.K.M syndrome&lt;br /&gt;that is driving us mad&lt;br /&gt;It is the A.K.M syndrome&lt;br /&gt;that divides you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the A.K.M syndrome&lt;br /&gt;that creates war and not peace&lt;br /&gt;It is the A.K.M&lt;br /&gt;that prevent us from being polite, never saying please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the A.K.M syndrome&lt;br /&gt;that made you divorce your wife&lt;br /&gt;It is the A.K.M syndrome&lt;br /&gt;that made you take another person's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the A.K.M syndrome&lt;br /&gt;that got the MPs stealing public money&lt;br /&gt;It is the A.K.M syndrome&lt;br /&gt;that make us so ugly and grumpy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the A.K.M syndrome&lt;br /&gt;that got us destroying &amp;amp; invading nations&lt;br /&gt;It is the A.K.m syndrome&lt;br /&gt;that lead to the fall of previous civilisations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the A.K.M syndrome&lt;br /&gt;that made you loose quality time with your family&lt;br /&gt;It is the A.K.M syndrome&lt;br /&gt;that made you lose track of reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the A.K.M syndrome&lt;br /&gt;that turned you into slave of money&lt;br /&gt;It is the A.K.M syndrome&lt;br /&gt;that made you forget your duties to the Almighty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the A.K.M syndrome&lt;br /&gt;that got the Devil kicked out from paradise&lt;br /&gt;It is the A.K.M syndrome&lt;br /&gt;that is ruining your life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955546342544762398-135102954326647385?l=zakisworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/135102954326647385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955546342544762398&amp;postID=135102954326647385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/135102954326647385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/135102954326647385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/akm-syndrome.html' title='The A.K.M Syndrome'/><author><name>Zaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15406945154948020249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_985OnusW-LI/SJtryWUYSlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrpNpekuvNU/s1600-R/zaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955546342544762398.post-5672710089626879299</id><published>2009-05-29T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T19:35:28.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nomadic Empress</title><content type='html'>I am the Nomadic Empress&lt;br /&gt;A Queen Sheba descendant&lt;br /&gt;A modern-day Mary&lt;br /&gt;Fighting corruption and injustice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a humble servant&lt;br /&gt;of the only one who deserves it&lt;br /&gt;The Creator of the Universe and everything in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For pomp and glory I have no care&lt;br /&gt;May not be rich, but in my heart&lt;br /&gt;a real millionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Mercy &amp;amp; Justice&lt;br /&gt;are the corner stones of my kingdom&lt;br /&gt;A safe haven for the weak&lt;br /&gt;and no room for oppression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world is one where&lt;br /&gt;the truth is known to all&lt;br /&gt;My leaders prioritise peace&lt;br /&gt;and limit the prospects for war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the Nomadic Empress&lt;br /&gt;writing to express my distress&lt;br /&gt;So listen up!&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm about to teach you&lt;br /&gt;a valuable lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting pen to paper&lt;br /&gt;I'll inform you of how to be a true leader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing you gotta understand&lt;br /&gt;The nation is not a property of you and your gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Government is a sacred trust&lt;br /&gt;and a heavy responsability&lt;br /&gt;That must be discharged in the name of the Almighty&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of community&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A leader must have elegance&lt;br /&gt;strength and intelligence&lt;br /&gt;Although public duty can at times&lt;br /&gt;be a real menace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Henry Ford once said&lt;br /&gt;Coming together is beginning&lt;br /&gt;Staying together is progress&lt;br /&gt;But only working together&lt;br /&gt;leads to the path of success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says where there is no vision&lt;br /&gt;people will perish&lt;br /&gt;While the Quran teaches you&lt;br /&gt;to repel evil with goodness&lt;br /&gt;As a true leader your only mission&lt;br /&gt;is to ensure this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greed must be replaced with gratitude&lt;br /&gt;And gratitude is not an act but an attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honour cannot be found in&lt;br /&gt;a bank account filled with a million&lt;br /&gt;Nor can it be gained through&lt;br /&gt;a bullet or a gun&lt;br /&gt;For it is only he who honours himself&lt;br /&gt;who is the truly honoured one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the Nomadic Empress&lt;br /&gt;Writing to express my distress&lt;br /&gt;Over the corruption and injustice&lt;br /&gt;of which I am a witness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you leaders sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;While your people suffer&lt;br /&gt;Do you not hear their plight??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! A true leader can never&lt;br /&gt;go to sleep with a full belly&lt;br /&gt;while his people go hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a true leader you must be visionary&lt;br /&gt;Put the extra in extra-ordinary&lt;br /&gt;And commit to your role like a missionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the Nomadic Empress&lt;br /&gt;writing to express my distress&lt;br /&gt;So if you feel my word&lt;br /&gt;Don't just sit and curse the darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a solemn vow to change the globe&lt;br /&gt;with the Lord as your only witness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955546342544762398-5672710089626879299?l=zakisworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5672710089626879299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955546342544762398&amp;postID=5672710089626879299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/5672710089626879299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/5672710089626879299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/nomadic-empress.html' title='The Nomadic Empress'/><author><name>Zaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15406945154948020249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_985OnusW-LI/SJtryWUYSlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrpNpekuvNU/s1600-R/zaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955546342544762398.post-4846432472861711752</id><published>2009-04-12T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:54:32.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEN!</title><content type='html'>They are our fathers, brothers, uncles, sons and husbands&lt;br /&gt;That's why we love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are our abusers, rapists, murderers and violaters&lt;br /&gt;That's why we hate them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are our lovers, providers, protectors, best friends and other halfs&lt;br /&gt;That's why we cannot be without them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955546342544762398-4846432472861711752?l=zakisworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4846432472861711752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955546342544762398&amp;postID=4846432472861711752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/4846432472861711752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/4846432472861711752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/men.html' title='MEN!'/><author><name>Zaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15406945154948020249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_985OnusW-LI/SJtryWUYSlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrpNpekuvNU/s1600-R/zaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955546342544762398.post-988473865358405292</id><published>2009-04-08T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T03:02:05.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dalkeygow (Dear Motherland)</title><content type='html'>Dalkeygow, I hear your calling&lt;br /&gt;Dalheygow, I feel this yearning&lt;br /&gt;A yearning to return to you&lt;br /&gt;My birthplace, my second womb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalkeygow, when will I be able to see you again?&lt;br /&gt;When will my eyes be ableto adore your beauty again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalkeygow, for how much longer will I be seperated from you?&lt;br /&gt;For how much longer will I be dreaming of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalkeygow, they told said you are a 'dal dad waayey'&lt;br /&gt;Dalkeygow, they lied to you for you have a people&lt;br /&gt;A people known for their beauty, strenght &amp;amp; intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalkeygow, it is true some of these people&lt;br /&gt;have to you been nothing but a menance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have abused, raped &amp;amp; plundered you&lt;br /&gt;Never thinking about your well-being or success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalkeygow, they have turned you into a war-zone&lt;br /&gt;Where kids do not learn how to read and write&lt;br /&gt;But how to work a gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalkeygow, do not despair&lt;br /&gt;Hope and happiness is near&lt;br /&gt;For your youth everwhere&lt;br /&gt;Are standing tall, united and loudly declare&lt;br /&gt;'Dalkeygow, we are all here!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalkeygow, we realise your real worth&lt;br /&gt;Your youth knows you are the real secret heaven on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalkeygow, you have become synonmous with pain and misery&lt;br /&gt;But thy name is so holy and dear to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalkeygow, you are where I am from&lt;br /&gt;The land where I was born&lt;br /&gt;The heaven I am longing and dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalkeygow, I hereby take an oath to thee&lt;br /&gt;I will give my all to restore your dignity and prosperity&lt;br /&gt;So help me God, ameen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955546342544762398-988473865358405292?l=zakisworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/988473865358405292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955546342544762398&amp;postID=988473865358405292' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/988473865358405292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/988473865358405292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/dalkeygow-dear-motherland.html' title='Dalkeygow (Dear Motherland)'/><author><name>Zaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15406945154948020249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_985OnusW-LI/SJtryWUYSlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrpNpekuvNU/s1600-R/zaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955546342544762398.post-5422823651055347875</id><published>2009-03-26T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:20:34.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I am a Muslim</title><content type='html'>I sleep like you&lt;br /&gt;Eat like you&lt;br /&gt;Walk like you&lt;br /&gt;Breath like you&lt;br /&gt;But, yes I am a Muslim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the same rights as you&lt;br /&gt;The same ambitions as you&lt;br /&gt;The same dreams as you&lt;br /&gt;The same hopes as you&lt;br /&gt;But yes, I am a Muslim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt like you&lt;br /&gt;Bleed like you&lt;br /&gt;Cry like you&lt;br /&gt;Laugh like you&lt;br /&gt;But yes, I am a Muslim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am human like you&lt;br /&gt;Have a soul like you&lt;br /&gt;Have a mind like you&lt;br /&gt;Have a heart like you&lt;br /&gt;But yes, I am a Muslim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might dress differently from you&lt;br /&gt;Pray differently from you&lt;br /&gt;Speak differently from you&lt;br /&gt;But bottom line is&lt;br /&gt;I am Human&lt;br /&gt;Just like you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955546342544762398-5422823651055347875?l=zakisworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5422823651055347875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955546342544762398&amp;postID=5422823651055347875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/5422823651055347875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/5422823651055347875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-i-am-muslim.html' title='Yes, I am a Muslim'/><author><name>Zaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15406945154948020249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_985OnusW-LI/SJtryWUYSlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrpNpekuvNU/s1600-R/zaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955546342544762398.post-4117217588248883267</id><published>2009-03-23T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:07:27.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kinda Man</title><content type='html'>They say, why you still unmarried, sister?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna know the bliss of being a mother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a nice brother that will suit ya&lt;br /&gt;Just give me the permission and I'll introduce ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, these sister do not try to understand me&lt;br /&gt;They rather just judge me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labelling me as a feminist&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' me, that my fitrah I should not resist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister, I ain't looking for any type of brother&lt;br /&gt;I need a man whose a best friend and not just a lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister, I ain't lookin' for another Ja Rule&lt;br /&gt;But someone who lives only by God's rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister, I need someone to honour and defend me&lt;br /&gt;Not bribe me with Gucci, D&amp;amp;G or Fendi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone deeply pleased with God's decree&lt;br /&gt;Not bragging to me about his status, salary or Master's degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who understands that his woman's strength&lt;br /&gt;Does not challenge him, but only adds to his success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister, I'll tell you the kinda man I need&lt;br /&gt;A man to nurture me both spiritually and intellectually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister, I do not judge a man based on his fly ride&lt;br /&gt;But the extent to which he worries what will happen to him when he dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister, I need a warrior for goodness&lt;br /&gt;Someone giving his all to stop this world's madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister, I am looking for a dignified brother&lt;br /&gt;Who will honour and cherish his descendants' mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister, if you really wanna help me&lt;br /&gt;Then try to see things from my perspective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister, I am not a feminist I do not have the need to be&lt;br /&gt;See, if I'm still single, it is only due to God's decree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955546342544762398-4117217588248883267?l=zakisworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4117217588248883267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955546342544762398&amp;postID=4117217588248883267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/4117217588248883267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/4117217588248883267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-kinda-man.html' title='My Kinda Man'/><author><name>Zaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15406945154948020249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_985OnusW-LI/SJtryWUYSlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrpNpekuvNU/s1600-R/zaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955546342544762398.post-2164789179895797366</id><published>2009-03-07T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:55:12.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"That you may know one another"</title><content type='html'>We’ve heard it all before; girl meets boy, boy proposes, father refuses and all hell breaks loose. Father declines, because the boy is from a different nationality than his own, and the two youngsters emotionally charged and armed to their teeth with Qur’anic verses, sayings of the Prophet (SAW) and (more often than not) support from their local imam, embark on a mission of condemnation disguised as sincere admonition. “But father”, the daughter pleads “Islam does not allow discrimination based on race or nationality! What you are doing is plain wrong and haram!” The imam chips in, “Fear God, my brother! Have you not heard of God’s words in the Qur’an where He says He created us in nations and tribes so we may know one another? What better way of knowing one another than through inter-cultural marriages? “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is wrong to discriminate on the basis of colour, race or nationality. Yes, God did say nationality and tribes are for recognition only. But, while it is easy to condemn the wrong-doer it would be wiser to try to understand him. Why would a father, who is fully aware that declining a marriage proposal on the basis of nationality is condemned in our religion still deny his daughter the God-given right to marry the man of her choice and risks to loose his daughter in the process (as too many fathers have done)? Many of my friends have been faced with this dilemma, and yet when I ask them this very question, none of them has a rational or viable answer. Most of them condemn their fathers for being ignorant follower of not “real” Islam but one that is mixed up with their tradition and culture. But are our fathers, the ones who raised us and made us who we are, really just a bunch of, for lack of a better word, stupid and badly informed chauvinists? I somehow found this hard to believe and decided to dig a bit deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I asked “what reasons do the fathers give when declining the marriage proposal, when they have not even met the brother in question yet?” Now, this question started leading me to the root of the problem. Many of these fathers tend to point to the very bad track record of other boys from that particular nationality. For instance, Somali fathers have time and again pointed to the many broken down marriages between Somali girls and other nationalities, most notably Nigerians and Jamaicans and refused to marry their daughters on this basis. The fathers argue that the boys did not treat their daughters well and very few of their son-in-laws actually took time and effort to learn the language or tradition, something that they found almost insulting. If they say inter-cultural marriages is one very good way in which people can get to know one another better, why do they not then bother learning the tradition of their wives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This for me is where it really got interesting. These are really rational and valid points from the fathers, and as they seem to be rationally discussing and thinking about these issues, then we should be able to reach a rational solution to the problem, right? As the saying goes, it takes two to tango. Most of the time, the blame of this is laid upon the fathers but it seems to me that a lot of the problem is actually caused by the prosecutors (i.e. the young people in question) themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inter-cultural marriages are not something new, nor is it unique to the Muslim community. Since the beginning of time, kings and rulers from various nations used to marry their daughters to one another so to forge links with that particular state or nation. Our beloved Prophet (SAW) himself practised this as his wives included women from other tribes, nations and even religions. But with these marriages came responsibilities, more than those that usually come with matrimonial life. These rulers were very careful not to mistreat the women they married for these purposes as this could potentially, or even more likely, start a war between the two nations. Although inter-cultural marriages between Muslim youths of today do not really have the same extreme consequences if they go pear-shaped, I still feel too many of us underestimate the responsibilities. When you marry a sister or a brother from another nationality, you are in effect an ambassador for your whole community. So, if you are, for instance, a Nigerian brother marrying a Somali sister, the whole Somali community – whether you like it or not – will be watching how you treat your wife. And your actions could influence the likelihood of other Nigerian brothers marrying Somali sisters. This is sad, but true to my experience. I have cousins who have married women from other nations and, mashALLAH, the good characters of these sisters have actually caused some parents within my family to encourage their boys to marry girls from these particular nationalities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let us go back to the oft-quoted verse in this context. I am of course referring to the verse in chapter Al-Hujurat (The Inner Apartments) in which God states the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Oh, mankind! We have created you from a single (pair) of a male and female, and made you into nations and tribes, that you may know each other (not that you may despise each other). Verily the most honoured of you in the sight of God is (he who is) the most righteous of you” (Al-Hujurat, verse 13).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key words in this verse are “that you may know each other”. Looking into the life of the honoured mother of the Prophet (SAW), we will find out she died on her return from Medina having taken her very young son (SAW) to visit not only his father’s grave but to also to meet his paternal uncles and relatives. Let us look at this episode of her life in a modern context. During this era, there was no such thing as a nation-state but rather we had city-states. So going from one city to another, i.e. Makkah to Medina would today be equivalent to travelling from one nation to another. And what was the purpose of her visit? Although the Qur’an was to be revealed much later, Amina was really practising the wisdom of the above verse. Ponder on the loyalty of this amazing woman to her diseased husband. She travelled to another city, the last journey she would make in her life, so that her son could know his roots and familiarise himself with the history of his own lineage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wonder, how many of those who have married from other nationalities have benefitted from the wisdom God intended with this verse? How many of us have learned the native tongues of our spouses? How many of us have taken time out from work to visit the motherland of our partners? How many of us educate our other halves about our own history and backgrounds? How many of us actually think of doing this at all? We quote the above verse in our defence when fathers disagree to inter-cultural marriages, yet very few of us actually apply the wisdom of this verse once married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of us who propagate or even are in inter-cultural marriages, it is time to step up to the game and not only point the finger at our fathers and condemn them to hell for being racists. We have to realise the responsibilities that come with these marriages, being good ambassadors. Do not let yourself down by not benefitting from the great wisdom imbedded in this verse. For it is one thing to blame a person for their wrongs, and a completely different ball-game to become blameworthy in the sigh of God…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955546342544762398-2164789179895797366?l=zakisworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2164789179895797366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955546342544762398&amp;postID=2164789179895797366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/2164789179895797366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/2164789179895797366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/that-you-may-know-one-another.html' title='&quot;That you may know one another&quot;'/><author><name>Zaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15406945154948020249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_985OnusW-LI/SJtryWUYSlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrpNpekuvNU/s1600-R/zaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955546342544762398.post-726657662366858894</id><published>2009-02-28T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:08:48.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worries</title><content type='html'>Why is it that worries lead to many things?&lt;br /&gt;Many things that will lead to nowhere nice?&lt;br /&gt;Worry gives life to anxiety&lt;br /&gt;And anxiety is poison for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that worries occupy my mind&lt;br /&gt;When I cannot solve my problems thinking about them?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I worry when I know the sunrise brings hope every morning?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I waste time worrying when worrying doesn’t solve a thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that worries lead to many things&lt;br /&gt;When most things are not worth worrying about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955546342544762398-726657662366858894?l=zakisworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/726657662366858894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955546342544762398&amp;postID=726657662366858894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/726657662366858894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/726657662366858894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/worries.html' title='Worries'/><author><name>Zaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15406945154948020249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_985OnusW-LI/SJtryWUYSlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrpNpekuvNU/s1600-R/zaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955546342544762398.post-5732687634167093313</id><published>2009-01-25T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:05:52.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow your happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All God ever wanted for us is to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;You are meant to be the ligh of happiness and delight&lt;br /&gt;Born to make dreams a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Do you still dream?&lt;br /&gt;Are you living or just making a living?&lt;br /&gt;When did you stop dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;When did you stop being happy?&lt;br /&gt;When did you die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be happy&lt;br /&gt;To be a dream-maker&lt;br /&gt;You have to first know yourself&lt;br /&gt;And what makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Then, just follow your happiness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955546342544762398-5732687634167093313?l=zakisworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5732687634167093313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955546342544762398&amp;postID=5732687634167093313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/5732687634167093313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/5732687634167093313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/follow-your-happiness.html' title='Follow your happiness'/><author><name>Zaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15406945154948020249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_985OnusW-LI/SJtryWUYSlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrpNpekuvNU/s1600-R/zaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955546342544762398.post-3697500741996067878</id><published>2007-12-08T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T12:31:27.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Know Who I Am?</title><content type='html'>I look but I do not see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen but I do not hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak but I do not make sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read but I do not have wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a heart but I do not show compassion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take but I cannot give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a mind but I do not understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I judge but I cannot be judged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel but I do not care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have power but I cannot control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am educated but have no morals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know who I am?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955546342544762398-3697500741996067878?l=zakisworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3697500741996067878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955546342544762398&amp;postID=3697500741996067878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/3697500741996067878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/3697500741996067878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-you-know-who-i-am.html' title='Do You Know Who I Am?'/><author><name>Zaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15406945154948020249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_985OnusW-LI/SJtryWUYSlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrpNpekuvNU/s1600-R/zaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955546342544762398.post-139335504009093378</id><published>2007-12-08T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T12:29:08.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>Who Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are My servant although you deny it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are My creation whom I love, feed, clothe and shelter but in return give little appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I have chosen over all other creatures, the one I honoured with a free will, a powerful mind and guidance but still act the worst of the worst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one whom I have chosen to give and preserve life through but death and destruction have become your favourite hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I have given the role to lead all back to the life of ease but have chosen to lead to the path of hardship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the Son of Adam, a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you are not all the same. Some of you have chosen to respond to My call and outstrip in goodness. Others have responded but, while not leading in good work, withhold their own evils from harming others. Still others have responded with their tongues but denied with their actions, neither establishing good nor holding back their evils but destroy all that is good and harm as much as they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you I have prepared a resting place beyond your imagination, but sadly not all of you will make it back to your original home and very few of you will reach its highest place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the similitude of this life is that of a race. All racers start from the same point and same chance of winning. Yet at the finishing line some will reach quickly, others after a while still others will be distracted from their main goal and never make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner in the race is the one who utilises his time and ability very efficiently and stays focused on his goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In My race, there are many winners, all can reach the finishing line provided stay focused on their goal and when distracted re-focus again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Me, time is of the essence. Whomsoever values it will be exalted and whomsoever neglects it will be abased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have answered your question, let me ask you this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you amongst the good-doers who bring hope and happiness to all or the one who is causing harm to others but in reality only harming himself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955546342544762398-139335504009093378?l=zakisworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/139335504009093378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955546342544762398&amp;postID=139335504009093378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/139335504009093378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/139335504009093378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Zaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15406945154948020249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_985OnusW-LI/SJtryWUYSlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrpNpekuvNU/s1600-R/zaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955546342544762398.post-2643667916708783023</id><published>2007-09-10T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T01:28:07.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Grateful and You are not!</title><content type='html'>Is it not amazing how we always occupy ourselves with trying to figure out the aim and purpose of people’s actions and intentions and never care to understand the aim of our greatest enemy whose happiness is our misery? If you were for instance asked what the aim of the Shaytan is, what would be your answer? The average honest person would probably reply “I honestly do not know”. Why is this the case? Why are we so busy insuring our wealth, lives and properties but rarely bother to take precautions against the one who inspires the thieves and murderers in the first place? I think it is simply because we do not know what his real aim is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            A couple of weeks ago I discovered something in the Quran. Reading the Chapter entitled Al-A’raf (The Heights). I discovered the sole aim of the devil, which he revealed in a dialogue he had with God shortly after he refused to bow down to Prophet Adam. God said to him&lt;br /&gt;“(Oh Iblis) get down from this (Paradise), it is not for you to be arrogant here. Get out, for you are of those humiliated and disgraced. (Iblis) said: Allow me respite till the Day they are raised up, (i.e. the Day of Resurrection). (God) said: You are of those respited. (Iblis) said; because you have sent me astray, surely, I will sit in wait against them (human being) on your straight path. Then will I come to them from before them and behind them, from their right and from their left, and You will not find most of them as thankful one” (Al-A’raf:16-17). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Now, a few lessons can be learned from these verses. The first lesson is the vastness of God’s mercy. Shortly after he had disobeyed God, the Shaytan makes a prayer, i.e. to live until the end of times. Despite the fact that He was highly displeased with him, God granted Shaytan his wish. How many of you have had the urge to ask God of something yet you hear a voice in your head saying “how dare you ask God for anything knowing that you are disobedient to him most of your time?” This my, dear sisters and brothers, is the voice of the Shaytan, the same one who prayed for God despite being the first and only creation who stood in front of God and bluntly said I will not obey you. My dear sisters and brothers, when you hear this voice you should reply to it. Say “Oh Shaytan, I know I’m a bad person but I’m not as bad as you. My Lord is the Most Merciful and accepts the sincere prayers of His creation. Had you known this, then you would’ve asked for forgiveness for your arrogance. Sadly it is too late for you, but for me, there is still hope.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The second lesson to be learned from the above verses is the fact that the Shaytan said he will be waiting for us on God’s straight path. In other words, he is only interested in those who are or try to upright, especially the youth. Why the youth? Because they are the backbone of this nation, if your back is straight, wouldn’t your body be too? This great Ummah of ours is bound to the wheelchair because our back, our youth, are broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Shaytan vows to wait for the believers on God’s path and promises to assault them from their front, back, left and right. Notice how he never said he will not attack us from above? This is because he realises the mercies of God descend unto us from above and he does not possess the ability of diverting God’s blessing, nobody does. However, he does have the ability of making us ungrateful for those blessings. And this is where the Shaytan reveals his core aim. He promises God he will attack us only for the purpose of making us ungrateful to God. Have you ever reflected upon the meaning of gratefulness in Islam? As a matter fact, everything in Islam links back to gratitude. Shaytan’s sin of arrogance can be classified as ungratefulness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Despite the fact that God gave him the best home (i.e. Paradise), he refused to obey God’s only command to him, to bow down to Prophet Adam in a manner of respect. When someone is grateful to God, they say “Alhamdullillah”, which means “All Praise is due to God”. Tell me, what are the most common names of the most beloved prophet of God? Mohammed and Ahmad, two names which come from the root word “hamd”, which is Arabic for “praise”. Why was the Prophet (SAW) called these names? Because he (SAW) praised God a lot and was at the same praised by the whole creation, and will continue to be praised until the Day of Judgement. I ask you; with what words does the first chapter in Qur’an start with? Is it not “All praise is due to the Lord&lt;br /&gt;of all the Worlds”? Again I ask you; do you know what the last words of the people of Paradise are when they are entering it? They will be saying “Verily all praise is due to the Lord of the all the World”. Oh, Muslim, do you now understand the importance of gratitude in Islam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           What does it, then, mean to be a grateful person? The Prophet (SAW) said that the one who is not grateful to the creation is not grateful to the Creator. My dear brother and sister, are you a grateful person? Are you grateful to your mother for everything she has done for you? Are you grateful to your teachers for passing on their knowledge to you? Are you grateful to your employer for giving you a chance to earn your bread? Oh, youth, are you grateful to society for looking after you in every possible way? Are you grateful to nature for enabling you to live in this world comfortably? You see, if you are not grateful to all of these, you cannot be grateful to God. So how do you show your gratitude? Is it enough to say thank you? Actually, I believe that gratitude is so much more than a few words uttered mostly done so without a sincere intention. I believe gratefulness is shown in your actions. It is easy to say thank you to your&lt;br /&gt;mum, teacher, employer and so on, and this we tend to do only when they have allowed us to do what we wanted or given us what we needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Being grateful to your mother is showing her kindness and easing her burden, especially during time when you are not in good terms. Being grateful to your teachers is to gain the best grades and utilise the knowledge to the benefit of others, just like they utilised theirs to benefit you. Being grateful to your employer is helping their company or department achieve perfection in their services, even if it means going that extra mile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Being grateful to the society is contributing back into it and changing it for the better. Being grateful to nature is to look after it by not over-using its resources irresponsibly and preserving it for the coming generations.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know what it means to be grateful, I ask, my fellow Muslim, are you a grateful person? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to make you feel awful about yourself. All I want to do is make you realise how to protect yourself from your worst enemy. All I want to do is to enable you to be amongst God’s beloved and grateful servants. All I want to do is to make you overcome your worst enemy and say to him “Oh, Shaytan, I am grateful and you are not”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955546342544762398-2643667916708783023?l=zakisworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2643667916708783023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955546342544762398&amp;postID=2643667916708783023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/2643667916708783023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/2643667916708783023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-grateful-and-you-are-not.html' title='I am Grateful and You are not!'/><author><name>Zaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15406945154948020249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_985OnusW-LI/SJtryWUYSlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrpNpekuvNU/s1600-R/zaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955546342544762398.post-9063553533010033105</id><published>2007-09-07T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T04:29:32.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love is Your Love</title><content type='html'>MY LOVE IS YOUR LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What would you say to the Prophet (SAW) if you were to meet him tomorrow? Would you hug and kiss him and tell him how much missed and loved him? I think it is fair to say that for every Muslim, the answers to these questions would be a resounding YES! But if the day we meet the Prophet (SAW) was the Day of Judgement, the day when no tongues will be able to lie, would the answer be the same or would our true colours come out? Unfortunately, for many of us, our tongues express the love we presumably have in our hearts for the Prophet (SAW) but our actions bear witness of how artificial this love really is. When a person loves someone he/she would be willing to do everything for that particular person and love everything associated with him/her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describing a person affected by this, a poet once wrote “for the sake of a Sudanese girl, he loved Sudan to the point that he loved the black dogs due to his love for her!”  Thus, if we really and truly loved the Prophet (SAW), we would love and honour everything he (SAW) loved and honoured. So, let us then ask what did he (SAW) stand for and love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we know he (SAW) stood for mercy and compassion because ALLAH had said in His glorious Qur’an that the Prophet (SAW) was not sent “except as a mercy to all the worlds” (Qur’an 21:107). Reading the Seerah (the biography of the Prophet, SAW) we would indeed see how well he fulfilled this role. Now, does this reflect on us who claim to follow and love the Prophet (SAW)? Are we for instance merciful towards our fellow human beings or our environment? Do people describe us Muslims as people of mercy, compassion and love? Well, I leave to answer that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing the Prophet (SAW) cherished was the unique brotherhood that Islam brings amongst its followers. This was not only a characteristic of the Prophet (SAW) but all other Prophets (AS). Take Harun (AS) for instance. When Musa (AS) left him in charge of the Bani Israel, one of them, referred to in the Qur’an as Samiri, mislead them by arguing the golden calf was their lord. Harun (AS) knew this was clear falsehood and warned his people. He said to them: “Oh my people! You are being tested by this, for verily your Lord is Most Gracious so follow me and obey my command”! (Qur’an 20: 90). His people disobeyed him and said “We will not abandon this cult, but we will devote ourselves to it until Moses returns to us” (Qur’an 20:91). Of course, God informed Musa about the situation and he returned to his people and confronted Harun (AS) asking him why he didn’t prevent the people from deviating and demanded to know why Harun (AS) had disobeyed his command. Harun (AS) replied “Oh son of my mother! Seize (me) not by (the hair of) my head! Truly I feared lest you should say ‘You have caused a division among the Children of Israel and you did not respect my word’!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let us reflect upon this for a minute. Here we have a man whom God had given the ability and authority to put forward a fatwa and declare whomsoever worshipped the calf and followed Samiri would have deviated from the Right Guidance and thus, essentially, become a kafir (disbeliever). He could have easily, and rightly, separate himself and those who followed him and form their own group. Yet, despite this he refused. Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he did not want to cause a division within the group and because he knew there was one person who had more knowledge and authority than him, i.e. Musa (AS), to deal with the issue at hand. Compare that to us Muslims today who are willing to declare someone a disbeliever because of trivial reasons like for using prayer beads, not letting the beard grow or for not wearing the right type of hijab! If we truly loved the Prophet (SAW), wouldn’t we cherish our unity and do whatever it takes to keep it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know one of the last things that caused the Prophet (SAW) to smile? It was seeing the Muslims all praying shoulder to shoulder, united behind their leader to be Abu Bakr Siddique (RA). He (SAW) cherished unity and brotherhood so much so that he (SAW) would smile despite suffering great pains due to an approaching death! Does the unity of the Muslims concern you half as much as the Prophet (SAW)? Do you worry or feel saddened by the fact that so many of your brothers and sisters have abandoned their religion and become disillusioned by the transient life of this world? And if it does concern you, do you do something about it? Do you involve yourself with the spreading of the religion the Prophet (SAW) was sent to complete and perfect? Do you at the least greet your fellow Muslims with a cheerful smile, just like the Prophet (SAW) did? If we all ask ourselves these questions we can judge the truthfulness of our love for he Prophet (SAW). If we truly loved him (SAW), our answers would be strong and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly before the Prophet (SAW) died, he cried. Do you know why he cried? Because he missed you and me. His (SAW) love for us was so great it made his heart ache and his eyes cry. When the companions asked him (SAW) why he was crying, he (SAW) said: “I miss my brothers”. When the companions told him (SAW) he said he was not referring to them but to those who would come later on and defend Islam and uphold his Sunnah although they had not seen or met him (SAW).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let us ask ourselves, are we amongst those who caused the Prophet (SAW) cry out of his love for us or amongst those who will case him to cry out of sorrow on the Day of Judgement because we failed to save our families, our ummah and ourselves from the Hell-Fire? Will we be amongst those who tongues claimed the love of he Prophet (SAW) but whose actions belied their words? My fellow Muslim, do not get me wrong, I’m not trying to make you depressed. I just wish that Muslims start asking themselves some serious questions and make a promise to make their words and actions collectively say “Oh, Prophet! My Love is Your Love!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955546342544762398-9063553533010033105?l=zakisworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9063553533010033105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955546342544762398&amp;postID=9063553533010033105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/9063553533010033105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/9063553533010033105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-love-is-your-love.html' title='My Love is Your Love'/><author><name>Zaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15406945154948020249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_985OnusW-LI/SJtryWUYSlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrpNpekuvNU/s1600-R/zaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955546342544762398.post-794478524029925897</id><published>2007-08-13T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T06:55:18.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Don’t curse the darkness”</title><content type='html'>Every day, we watch how our Ummah is suffering. We sit in front of our TVs and curse Bush, Blair and Sharon for destroying our Ummah. Ask any Muslim why the people of Palestine, Kashmir, or any place in the world for that matter, are suffering the way they are and you are bound to get the answer “it’s because of the West”. But is it really? Is it possible that a handful of politicians are causing all the problems in our world? I personally do not think so. Evil leaders have existed throughout history, from Stalin to Saddam. If they were the problem then the solution would be a simple one: remove them from power and everything would be sorted. This is exactly what Bush and Blair thought when they went into Iraq. Yet, despite the fact that Saddam is no longer in place, peace has not been established. In fact, the opposite is quite true. Thus, as removal of Saddam did not help the Iraqi people, politicians cannot be the sole problem. I, rather, think it is the people themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Have you, for instance, thought about your contribution to humanity? It is easy to blame others for everything that is wrong but when it comes to self-criticism, we fall silent. Why? Are you not part of the human race? Or are you just scared to admit that you might be the problem? You might say to me that you are only one person and cannot do much to solve the world’s problems. In that case, I would like to remind you of something the Prophet (SAW) said. He (SAW) compared his nation to a body and said every part of that body is so interlinked that when one part aches, the whole body feels the pain. Now why did the Prophet (SAW) take the body as an example? Let’s consider what the body is made up of. Anyone, whether they have studied science or not, would tell you the body consists of limbs and organs, which in return are made up of many, many cells. Each of these cells have a function and if they do not fulfil their functions properly, the body would not be able to function to its maximum capacity. Equally, you are one cell of the body of the Ummah. If you do not do your job, how, then, can you expect the body of the Ummah to function?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Now, I ask you, what is your role? You might tell me your role is to worship Allah (swt). But that would be the purpose of your life, not your specifically designated role in this life. The purpose of every limb and organ in our body is to make sure we function properly and get along with our lives. However, their roles in achieving this purpose differ. The hands have one role, while the eyes and ears have others. So what is your role? If you do not know your role, how can you expect the body of the Ummah to function properly? Some, mainly sisters, blame the Muslim men for the problems of this Ummah. They believe that since Islamically speaking, the men hold positions of authority (i.e. the head of the body), the Ummah is in such a bad state because they are not fulfilling their roles as leaders. In other words, the Ummah is brain-dead. I ask these sisters, if the Muslim men occupy the head of the body, where are the sisters situated? I believe the Muslim women are the heart of this Ummah (and I’m not saying this because I am a sister!). The biological role of the heart is to basically pump blood around the body. It is also a scientific fact that the heart can survive for a very short period, even though the brain might be dead. This is because the heart does not need stimuli from the brain, unlike the other organs in our body. Some sisters claim the Ummah is dead because the head (i.e. the brothers) is not upright. But I honestly believe that even if every brother was upright and followed his religion to the best of his ability, this Ummah would still be in a bad state as long as the sisters are not decent. If the heart is pumping poisonous blood around the body, what good will it do if the brain is in a healthy state?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 The Arabs have this proverb that says a good woman is stronger than a thousand men, but if her heart is far from the religion, it is easier to move mountains than to move her heart. Let me give you three examples to illustrate this. In the last couple of ayahs in Surah Tahrim, Allah gives us the parables of two wicked (namely the wives of the Prophets Nuh and Lut) and two righteous women (namely, wife of Pharaoh and Maryam, mother of Prophet Isa). Who were these women and why did Allah put them forward as examples for us to reflect upon? Consider firstly the first examples. Despite having one of the Prophets of Allah as their husbands, they disbelieved in the message brought to them. What kind of kids did these households produce, then? In the Quran, we find a dialogue between Prophet Nuh and his son, in which he is advising his son to join him and the other believers on the ship before the world gets flooded. However, his son arrogantly responds he will go to such and such mountain and the water will not reach him. We all know what his end was. This example shows a case where the husband was righteous while the wife was not. What happens if we reverse it? By putting forward the example of the wife of Pharaoh, this is exactly what Allah does. Asiyah, despite being married to the most arrogant man ever walked on the face of this earth, managed to raise one of the greatest Prophets of Allah, namely Musa (AS). What if we remove the father or husband from the picture, how would the result be? Through the example of Maryam, Allah once again shows us the powers of a righteous woman. She did not have a husband nor a father for her child. Yet, despite this fact, along with the hostilities against her by her own people, she raised the very Prophet who will once again bring the rule of Allah to this planet of ours, namely Isa. Do not get me wrong here. I’m not advocating feminism, saying women can do without men completely. All I’m trying to do is to make my sisters realise their status. If we occupy the heart of this Ummah, we have to ensure its survival. Regarding the heart, the Prophet (SAW) said if it is upright, the rest of the body will be upright. As such our Ummah is more likely to upright and dignified if the sisters are. Let us also remember the fact that the word “Ummah” in Arabic shares the same root as the word “Umm”, which means “mother”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Do you now realise how important you are for the Ummah and humanity in general? Do you also realise the importance of women? Ask yourself, what am I doing with my life? Am I leading it or is it leading me? Ask yourself all of these questions and then ask why the Ummah is in such a bad state. You will soon realise that blaming Bush, Blair, Mubarak or Musharaf for that matter will not be of any use. My fellow Muslim, stop blaming others for what is going bad in our world. My fellow Muslim, stop cursing the darkness and realise you are the light from which life can be restored. My fellow Muslim, find your goal in this life and let this light shine...wherever you might go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa Salamu Aleykum Wa Rahmaullah Wa Barakatuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Your sister Zaki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955546342544762398-794478524029925897?l=zakisworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/794478524029925897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955546342544762398&amp;postID=794478524029925897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/794478524029925897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/794478524029925897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-curse-darkness.html' title='“Don’t curse the darkness”'/><author><name>Zaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15406945154948020249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_985OnusW-LI/SJtryWUYSlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrpNpekuvNU/s1600-R/zaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955546342544762398.post-3772785969977235580</id><published>2007-08-13T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T08:10:18.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Female subordination in the Arab world:Religion or Culture?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Are Islamic societies naturally oppressive to women? This question forms the foundation of an ongoing debate in both the Muslim world and the West. To a large extent, this debate has been triggered by the cultural encounter between Islam and the West. The current Islamic revival sweeping the Arab world has reinforced Western perceptions of Muslim women as victims of a sexist rule and in need of liberation. This, in turn, has generated a defensive Islamic response, causing tightened social control of women. The return to Islam by Muslim women, a trend which highly puzzles Western writers, have shown how, contrary to popular belief, religion can be utilized as a means through which gender identity and power can be expressed. The many studies conducted on Muslim women share two common faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Firstly, Muslim women are looked on as a social problem and, secondly, the criteria on which they are judged stems from Western ideals of womanhood. Discussions are influenced by the surrounding environment and thus any debate on women and gender in Islamic countries have to include the study of the societies in which they are rooted. In the context of the Arab world it was in certain societies and certain periods in history that shaped, institutionalised and legalised the dominant religious norms and values. In the contemporary times, it was the impact of colonialism and the socio-political disorder that followed and still persists today, which further elaborated the issues of women and gender in this region of the world. The adoption of the veil, for instance, is believed to have occurred as a result of the indirect integration of the people conquered by the Muslims. Furthermore, the veil and segregation between the two sexes were practiced in the Christian regions of the Middle East at the time of the rise of Islam. Thus, factors such as the local culture and class differences are crucial in the debate on women and gender in the Arab world. The objective of this essay is to look up the factors of sexuality, family law, economic independence and participation in political life and evaluate the extent to which Islam influences them in granting or restricting the rights of Arab women. One must highlight here that the focus on Islam is due to the fact that it is the dominant cultural tradition of the Arab world and not to imply that the Middle East is only Islamic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                               Sexuality&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It has been argued that one of the ways in which the female is subjected to the will of man is through the control of her sexuality. In the Arab world, there are two main ways in which this is presumed to be achieved; circumcision and the hijab. Despite modernization and the spread of education, circumcision is still practised in some of the countries in this region, including Egypt and Yemen. This age-old practice still exists to this day due to the cultural emphasis put on virginity and chastity. By removing parts of a girl’s genital organs, it is believed that her sexual desires will at least be minimized if not totally eradicated. This is done before the menstrual period starts, around the age of seven or eight. Explaining the procedure, Nawal El Saadawi, an Egyptian doctor and writer on problems facing Arab women, tells us the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“On the scene appears the daya or local midwife. Two women members of the family grasp the child’s thighs on either side and pull them apart to expose the external genital organs and to prevent her from struggling...A sharp razor in the hand of the daya cuts off the clitoris” (El Saadawi, 1980,p.33).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to popular belief, circumcision was not introduced by Islam. The Prophet (SAW) opposed it due to the devastating effect it had on women’s health and because he considered sexual desire as something natural which was to be released through virtuous channels (i.e. marriage) and not eliminated. He is reported to have advised Umm Attiah, who used to conduct the procedure, that “the woman will have a bright and happy face, and is more welcome to her husband, if her pleasure is complete” (Prophet Mohammed cited in El Saadawi, 1980,p.39). As such, this barbaric act was not introduced nor encouraged by the teachings of Islam. As a matter of fact, the roots of the practice has been traced back to the ancient Pharaoh Kingdoms of Egypt, some seven centuries prior to Christ’s advent. Furthermore, circumcision was practiced in Europe as late as the 19th century and is still practiced today in many African countries, including Somalia, Kenya, Ethiopia and Nigeria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another factor which has been used to control an Arab woman’s sexuality, at least in some people’s view, is the hijab or head-scarf. It is safe to say that no religious symbol has caused as much controversy and debating as the little piece of garment Muslim women wrap around their head and neck. Yet it is interesting to note that the reactions produced by the hijab differs according to the person who wears it. Although both Christianity and Islam see the hijab as a manifestation of piety, a Muslim woman cannot expect to wear one without being viewed as either being oppressed or fanatic. So why does the hijab adopt different meanings according to its bearer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Sofie Roald believes it is “because the nun represents commitment to the prevailing religious tradition” while a “Muslim woman...symbolises the intrusion of alien beliefs contrary to the prevailing religious tradition” (Roald, 2001, p254). Perhaps the negative stereotyping of the hijab by Westerners has been reinforced by Arab secular feminist writers who, although Muslims, oppose and view the hijab as a symbol of oppression. They make the claim that Islam does not require women to cover themselves and the passages in the Quran discussing the veil only applies to the wives of the Prophet (SAW). In addition, El Saadawi, for instance, has argued that women who covered their hair in effect also covered their minds. This she concluded after she was no longer able to have a decent discussion with a veiled woman whom she previously used to debate with. The arguments put forward by the anti-hijab Muslim feminists have been highly refuted by leading Muslim female writers, such as Samira Fayyad, an activist for female influence in Islamic movements in Jordan. Fayyad believes that an imitation of Western women will not lead to the liberation of the Muslim woman. Rather these women should be proud of their identity and religious values and should seek their liberation through their religion. In her research of women in the Emirates, Soffan found that the abandoning the hijab would lead to a decline in morality. They echoed Fayyad’s opinion and argued “that traditional Islam must not be sacrificed for progress” (Soffan, 1980,p.38). Furthermore, the fact that three of the four verses which discusses the hijab, deal with women in general disputes the exclusivity of the hijab for the Prophet’s wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One may ask why Islam preaches the covering of women. Afzular Rahman informs us that “the whole wisdom of this injunction of the Quran was to...create an atmosphere of goodness, purity and modesty in society...” (Rahman, 1986, p.421). Furthermore, Islam encourages chastity of both females and males. One of the verses of the Quran starts with the men first, commanding them to lower their gaze protect their chastity before ordering women to do the same. This shows that it is not only Muslim woman’s body that is regulated but also that of the Muslim man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                      Marriage &amp; Divorce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Muslim feminists have pinpointed the family laws which govern the rules of marriage and divorce as the main area in which Arab women have achieved least success in liberating themselves. Gerner asserted that “As long as marriage and divorce laws and other regulations dealing with personal status continue to favour men...full emancipation cannot take place”(Gerner cited in Hussain, 1984,p.90). Many have argued that the divorce laws based on the Shariah, which gives the husband full right to divorce as he pleases, have trapped Muslim women in a position of subordination to man. Divorce in Islam occurs with the saying "I Divorce Thee" by the husband three times. This, some believe, has not made divorce too simplistic, but also unstabilized the family unit and put the wife under constant fear of being deserted by her husband at his will. However, as Abdul-Rauf, an Egyptian Islamic scholar, has pointed out, this is an oversimplified misinterpretation of the Islamic divorce laws. Although Islam has made it easy to conduct marriage and divorce, it takes the actions involved very seriously. He argued that a “ marriage contract...entails deep commitments and serious responsibilities. Similarly, divorce involves moral, financial, psychological, spiritual, legal and social consequences and therefore it cannot be taken lightly no matter how simple the procedure might seem to be” (Abdul-Rauf, 1977,p.120). What many also tend to forget is that Islam gives women equal rights for divorce provided she included it as a condition in the marriage contract. Furthermore, Abdul-Rauf also reminds us that the Muslim woman “has always had the right to seek divorce on certain grounds such as cruelty and the failure by the husband to provide her with maintenance” (ibid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question commonly asked Muslim concerns the permissibility of polygamy in Islam. Many Westerners tend to hold the view that this practice was introduced and encouraged by Islam. However, this is not quite the case. Polygyny existed prior to the advent of Islam and, when Islam came, it restricted it to a maximum number of four wives per man. Writing on this issue, Mohammed Abduh, one of the first advocates for women’s rights in the Arab world, argues that polygyny is an exception in Islam, not the rule. However, he does not call for it to be abolished as he believes, like many other Arab scholars, in “the need for the option of polygyny to remain open in case of necessity, such as for instance in times of war or when the woman is infertile” (Abduh cited in Roald, 2001, p202). Explaining Islam stance on polygyny Badawi, a Muslim scholar based in the West, sums up that ”it is neither required nor encouraged, but it is simply permitted and not outlawed” (Badawi cited in Roald, 2001,p.203).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This essay has hitherto discussed the controversial issues in the debate of women’s rights in Islam and will move on to the perhaps seemingly less provocative issues of economic independence and political participation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                       Economic Independence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conventional wisdom states that the more developed a country is the more chances there are for women to move on to economic activities that do not involve primary produce. In the Arab world, this wisdom does not hold. The major factor blamed for this is the traditional attitudes prevalent in these societies, which prevent women from receiving education. Cultural beliefs state that allowing a woman to work, unnecessarily exposes her to men, which in return will negatively affect her prospects for marriage. Furthermore, female employment puts men into shame as it indicates their incapability to financially take care of their womenfolk. These beliefs have such a stronghold on the society that education, particularly of males, seems to be unable to eradicate them. A study conducted of United Arab Republic male youth in 1968, showed that nearly half of these well-educated men would not like their wives to work, while 57.6% of them did not believe women deserved equal pay for equal work (Hussain, 1984, p.84). The governments in this region have not been inactive in regards to the enhancement of female employment and a number of legislations have been passed to encourage women. In Egypt, for instance, the Labour Code of 1959 commanded employers to provide social services for their female workers, including a two and a half hours break per day for mothers with children up to eighteen months. However, these legislations have done little for the majority of Arab women who tend to be poor, rural and uneducated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, to what extend are traditional values which prevent women from working established and encouraged by Islam? It is clear that Islam does not prevent women from engaging in working life. Khadijah, the wife of the Prophet (SAW), was herself a highly successful business woman. Afzular Rahman writes that women during the Prophet’s time “carried on their work as usual at home, in the fields and in the markets without any interruption...”(Rahman, 1986,p.158). Indeed, it could be argued that one of the main functions of the hijab is to enable women to participate in public life, as it is only required for women to cover in the presence of men who are not from the immediate family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                             Political Participation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The denial of political participation has been cited to be one other way in which Arab women are oppressed by their male counterparts. The right to vote and stand for elections is considered to be the basic political right. Only Kuwait denies this to women. Saudi Arabia disallows this for both male and females and, although Jordan officially allows males and females to vote, this right is quite useless due to the fact that the country is a monarchy. The number of appointed positions held by women is also used as an indication of level of political participation. Despite governmental support for policies of equality, very few women occupy positions at the highest levels of Arab governments. Yet using the right to vote and the number of positions held by women as indicators for female political influence in the Arab world could be misleading. This is so because Arab women have tended to influence the politics of their countries through their traditional roles. The older women get in this region, the more political power they gain. In nomadic tribes, for instance, a woman who has passed her child-bearing years is permitted “to argue with the men of the community on a more or less equal basis, and has a great deal of control over her family, especially her male children and their wives” (Gerner cited in Hussain, 1984, p.90). In modern times, Arab women interfere with state affairs through the influence of their husbands. Jihan as-Sadat, the wife of the late Egyptian president Anwar Sadat and Wasila Burqiba, the wife of Habib Burqiba of Tunisia, has been cited as examples illustrating how a wife can influence in politics. The secular and Muslim feminists views on the political role of the Muslim women are far from unitary. While the former seeks to promote female leadership, the latter take to empower women by getting them politically active. The stance taken by Muslim feminist scholars could be due to the controversy surrounding female leadership in Islam. Those who stand against female leadership tend to refer to the saying of the Prophet “A people which has a woman as leader will never prosper” (Prophet Mohammed cited in Roald, 2001, p.187). Although Islam’s stance on this issue seems to be straightforward, it has caused disagreements amongst Muslim scholar throughout history. The most prominent scholarly work on this topic was produced by Sheikh Muhammad al-Ghazzali. Analysing the issue from a Quranic perspective, he points to the story of Queen Sheba in the Quran. In the chapter entitled The Bee, Bilquis, as the Queen is referred to, is described as a wise and just female ruler who consults her advisers in state matters. If Islam did not permit women to became state leaders, al-Ghazzali believes, then it would not portray the Queen in the manner she was. Badawi, another well-known Muslim scholar, supports al-Ghazzali in this point and refers to the truce of al-Hudaybiyah in which Umm Salamah, one of the wives of the Prophet, took the role of, if were to use today’s terms, a chief advisor of the head of state. While those opposing female leadership take a clear position, those who are in favour of it take a rather vague stand. Roald argues that this is due to the “sensitivity of this matter...in which the common view has generally been against women as heads of states” (Roald, 2001, p.191). While there are disagreements regarding female leadership amongst Muslim scholars, majority of them agree on the permissibility of women to participate in political activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                         Conclusion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This essay has attempted to investigate the claim that Islamic countries are inherently oppressive to women and has looked at the factors of sexuality, family law, economic independence and participation in political life to determine the truth of the matter. It will no conclude with the following. The never-ending debate on women in Islam has raged since the cultures of the Islamic and Western world met. As modernisation (or perhaps Westernization is more of a correct term) was equalized with progress and civilisation, the common perception of Westerners in regards to Arab women was that of victims of a sexist religion. As Leila Ahmed asserted, “The custom of veiling and the position of women in Muslim societies became...the proof of inferiority of Islam...”(Ahmed, 1992, p237). However, subordination of Arab women stems from the feudal structures that existed in the pre-Islamic societies and still lives on today. Investigating the history of Islam, one would come across strong women such as Fatima (the daughter of the Prophet), Khadijah and Aisha (both wives of the Prophet) whom through “their struggle, chivalry and their relations to their husbands and other members of the community point out the multi-faceted role of Muslim women...”(Hussain, 1984,p5). The position of Muslim women started to deteriorate following the emergence of scholars whom reinterpreted Islam so to suit the needs and wants the rulers, whom they had close relations with. It was through this that the patriarchal norms and values that govern Arab societies today have subordinated Muslim women. Nawal El Saadawi provided us with a good answer to the question, which this essay started with, when she proclaimed “We the women in Arab countries realise that we are still slaves, still oppressed, not because we belong to the East, not because we are Arab or members of Islamic society, but as a result of the patriarchal class system that has dominated the world since thousands years” (El Saadawi, 1980,p XV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955546342544762398-3772785969977235580?l=zakisworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3772785969977235580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955546342544762398&amp;postID=3772785969977235580' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/3772785969977235580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955546342544762398/posts/default/3772785969977235580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakisworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-what-extent-is-female-subordination.html' title='Female subordination in the Arab world:Religion or Culture?'/><author><name>Zaki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15406945154948020249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_985OnusW-LI/SJtryWUYSlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrpNpekuvNU/s1600-R/zaki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
