Eyes Only - Legends

You have to hope that someday you'll find peace. Don't give up. Don't ever give up. No matter what anybody else tells you.

I'll take ya till ya all spun up
Fit or fat or doesn't matter what you got
I'll take ya till ya all spun up
And in love
And into the nightlife
I'll take ya till ya all spun up
Turn ya over baby till it's never enough
I'll take ya till ya all spun up
And in love
Into the nightlife
Love...into the nightlife

 - from the song Into the Nightlife by Cyndi Lauper

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Its 2008 A.D. And we still haven't been able to eliminate poverty in the world. Like the war on terror, some say that the ongoing war on poverty will never end and cannot be won. I beg to differ.

Charity is encouraged in all major religions and ways of life of the world. And yet, it is binding, it was made an obligatory act of worship for the followers of Islam. You don't have to be a Muslim to help eliminate poverty. But as a Muslim, let me show you a system granted to us by God to make sure that the people of the world don't suffer forever.

That system is the Zakah (an obligatory form of charity) and the Sadaqah (an optional one). The Zakah is binding upon every able and well-to-do Muslim to give a portion of his or her wealth to the those in need of it as a means of purification of wealth and bringing about an ideal society where nobody would have to beg. Its not much to ask really, just 2.5% of the wealth that we may have accumulated to be paid every year. The Sadaqah does not have a fixed time nor a fixed amount. It could be as small as a smile to cheer up somebody who needs it and as large as donating millions in money.

I also would like to remind you that poverty in today's world is not just about the money. People are poor financially, physically, emotionally and this list goes on. Its not just money that makes the world go around. Don't be shy, help one person a day, do one good deed a day, and this world will be richer for it.

Today, the richest people are those who benefit from wars. The weapon's builders, steel mills, ship builders, oil companies, private security firms. Who do you think will benefit from peace? You. Me. The folks next door. The little girl in Palestine who had her house demolished for no fault of her. The boy in Iarq, barely a man, who watched his parents get shot by friendly fire. The mother in Africa who was so malnourished, she didn't have enough milk in her breasts to feed her new born infant. End the war on terror. Spend on the war on poverty.

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Hey bloggers!

I'm a little late, but better than never, eh? You have a few more hours to register your blog at Blog Action Day's official website. This years theme is poverty, and your views on it are most welcome. Blog Action Day - October 16th. Post your two cents worth. Spread the word. Make a difference.

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Serendipity

The scarlet letter, shamelessly stolen
From the snow queen by the sarcastic spinner,
Spoke scrupulously of a scourge.

A sound in the night was silence
In September when that snake sneaked into
The ship of earth under the silver,
Sleepy sight of she who knows not.

Neither the shut-eye sentry nor Saint George
And his dragon saw the secret slip out
Into the surrounding stillness.

A sappy, solitary shakespearean
Spartan, the scorn of women, sets out from
His social triangle into a sea
Of trouble seeking that sacred scroll.

Suffering and surviving through starvation,
Sickness, and sorrow, this soldier sought the
Snarling sinner under the stars and slew
Him after a small struggle.

For his service of love, he was dubbed the
Snow man, and sisters serenaded the
Song of the lark during the soiree while
Spectators watched her sparkly-ness sway and
Swoon with him.

A stare, a smile and a soft kiss later, there
Started a scintillating symphony
Of the heart.

A strange story sun-kissed with serendipity.
And they lived happily ever after.
With minor scuffles :)

 - Seer (Mafaz Mohideen)

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Killing Malalai Kakar was an unmanly thing to do, said a UN official in Kandahar after Afghanistan’s most famous policewoman was murdered this week. Ordinarily in Afghanistan, the shooting of a woman by two armed men on motorbikes would be considered naamardi — cowardly or, literally, unmanly. But Kakar was no ordinary woman: She was a senior police officer who had shot dead three men about to launch a suicide attack. When the press approached her at the time, she said that kind of thing happened every day in her line of work.

Unusual as she clearly was, Malalai Kakar was also part of a long-standing tradition of Afghan women who “outman” their men in bravery. These are women who take sides in wars, taking up arms for or against the government. In the past, such women used to be mainly the stuff of legends. They were admired and held up as role models but not feared, since they weren’t real.

Early Afghan historical works are full of such women. Reminiscent of the epic German poem the Nibelungenlied, these tales of warriors, horses and fortresses feature young women such as Shah Bori, described as a girl with a taste for male clothing and horse riding. She is said to have liked living the life of a warrior, refusing for a long time to get married. She is also said to have died fighting the troops of King Babur, in the 16th century.

Then there’s Nazauna, who, legend has it, single-handedly protected the Zabol fortress with her sword; that was in the 18th century. And in the 19th century, there was the original Malalai, after whom Malalai Kakar was named: Malalai of Maiwand, who turned her head scarf into a banner and led a successful rebellion against the British.

But for a long time, Afghan girls could only read about these women and fantasize about being one of them. In real life, their biggest adventure was walking alone between home and school.

That was in the times of peace; then the Communist coup of 1978 and the subsequent wars changed things, and real Afghan women proved themselves every bit as courageous as their legendary role models.

In recent decades, the first girl to make a name for herself by living up to the heroines of the past was a 16-year-old schoolgirl by the name of Nahid. In February 1980, Nahid led a demonstration of schoolgirls and female university students on the streets of Kabul. It was one of the very first public protests testing the loyalty of the communist regime’s army and police force. Would the government shoot at unarmed schoolgirls and students? The answer, it turned out, was a firm yes. Soviet helicopters were soon heard hovering over the protesters, and shooting soon followed. Nahid fell immediately, and so did many of her companions.

The people of Kabul were stunned: This was naamardi of serious proportions. Nahid was immediately declared a heroine, a contemporary Malalai of Maiwand. Her death was tragic but also reassuring: Afghanistan was still capable of producing courageous, patriotic women who had no fear of death — just like those in the country’s founding myths.

In 1982, a few years after Nahid’s demonstration, Malalai Kakar joined the Afghan police force. At the time, she would have been considered brave and patriotic by some sections of Afghan society; others would have seen her as a traitor, for collaborating with the Soviet-backed government. The same split opinion is probably true today, after her death.

Around the time when Kakar first joined the police force, another Afghan woman, called Bibi Ayesha, made the opposite decision. Her son was a mujahid who had been killed by the Soviet-backed army. Bibi Ayesha set off to avenge her son, and rumor has it that she killed her son’s murderer with her own bare hands. That was the start of her career as the militia commander who later became known as Commander Kaftar. Her career has since stretched over almost three decades, and she fought against almost everyone: The Soviets, the Taleban and, more recently, the Karzai administration. In June 2008, she was captured and told a press conference: “I had to sell my cows to buy weapons.”

The people in her native province, Baghlan, still fear her and want her kept in captivity. In July this year, an anonymous local told the Institute for War and Peace Reporting: “Kaftar has joined hands with the Taleban commander Mullah Khodaidad, who recently fled the Bagram prison.” Together with another commander, the source said, the three of them were controlling the local drug routes.

Kaftar is presently still in custody, and denies all charges against her. There is, however, one charge she proudly admits to: When she fought the Taleban, she had 2,000 men under her command.

Neither Kakar nor Kaftar are feminists in the conventional, or even the unconventional, sense: What they represent is an alternative model of Afghan womanhood that is much older than the Taleban, the Mujahedeen or the communists.

In that sense, we can rest assured that even though Malalai Kakar is dead, the female spirit she represented will live on.

 - by Nushin Arbabzadah - The Guardian (Printed in Arab News on the 1st of October 2008)

'Never explain - your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway.' - Elbert Hubbard

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