Thursday, December 31, 2015
Sadiq Gill - The Lesson of Lebanon Lost, Once Free and Prosperous (and 54% Christian) - EurArabia Next?

Blog Published by Sadiq Gill Guest Post By Aaron Kolom The country of Lebanon was formed from part of the Ottoman Empire, which ruled the Middle-East for four centuries prior to World War I; after that, it was part of the Mandate Area set aside by England and France for settlement of Jews and Muslims - it was established as an independent country after World War II. Once predominantly Christian (54% to 44% Muslim), in the mid-sixties it became prosperous despite the lack of oil resources, bustling with activity, construction of apartments, hotels and tourism - boasting the highest living standards of any Arab country in the world. Its capital, Beirut, grew from 450 thousand to 1.25 million persons (about 50% of Lebanon's population); the country was proud of Beirup being called "Paris" of the Mid-East. Then came the disastrous consequences of a country that forgot its purpose for being - to protect its citizenry - a country out of control, official incompetence and corruption; religious and political factions contesting authority everywhere, revenging grudges: political-religious-extremist groups running amok, funded by external Arab regimes; the Lebanese militia destroying five UNRWA camps, breeding grounds of resentment and hatred, putting down rebellion (leaving 11 camps from the original 16 UN camps with their hundreds of thousands of Palestinian refugees); the "Identity-Infidel killing raids" of Lebanese Christians by Lebanese Muslim extremists (identity cards divulging one's religion) - then flights to safety by those Christians able to flee, or going into hiding; the influx of thousands of terrorists into Lebanon from Jordan, after its Black September, killing thousands of the PLO; similar forced dumped-evictions of extremists from Syria; then rocket attacks from Lebanon's borders onto Israel by PLO and Hezbollah terrorist groups - with eventual IDF (Israel Defense Forces) retaliation raids to root them out - then IDF equipping and training a Lebanese Christian Force to defend its Christians, and to create a border buffer zone against future rocket attacks upon Israel - then a "revenge" by the Lebanese Christian Forces against Lebanese Muslims, killing hundreds at camps Sabra and Shatilla (Israel, uninvolved in the inter-religious chaos and killings of tens of thousands above, is faulted by the world for not restraining the Lebanese Christians). The life of Ms. Brigitte Gabrielle, now an American citizen, author and speaker (on Islamic terrorism and Lebanon) - from her age ten to teens - was witness to the end of Lebanon's Christian life. Her statements tell the story: She grew up hearing talk about religion and politics. discussion was anti-Israeli, equating Israel and Jews with the devil. She attended a private Christian school. She describes Palestinian atrocities against Christians. She says that the Palestinians would park their tanks and cannons in front of their bomb shelters and launch rockets at Israel, then drive away, knowing that Israel would fire back and hit the Christian bomb shelters. She says, "My home in Lebanon was destroyed by shelling; I lived in an 8 X 10-foot bomb shelter for seven years between the ages of 10 and 17; I ate grass to live, drank dirty water from a nearby spring and spent evenings in candlelight, covering my ears from the sound of the bombs exploding around me." She says, "Once, at age 13, I went to bed dressed in my Sunday best because I wanted to look pretty for burial if I was killed by the Muslims. My only crime was that I was a Christian in what was once the only predominantly Christian country in the Middle East - before Islamic Jihad took hold and turned it into a terrorist haven." That night her life was saved by the Israeli invasion to the Litani river. She lived four years "protected" by the presence of the IDF. She says, "The Israelis came into Lebanon to liberate them in 1982, because Hezbollah had joined with the Palestinians." Her mother was wounded in the shelling, taken to a hospital in the village tended by an Israeli doctor and two Israeli nurses, then taken in an Israeli ambulance to Israel for medical treatment. (She was then a teenager.) At the hospital, IDF helicopters brought in Israeli casualties - she expected an angry reaction against her and her mother - but an Israeli nurse took her around, "Don't worry, we'll take care of your mother". She cried, tells herself, "These are people of compassion I want to live with." Relating the experience of kindness at the Israeli hospital, she says that she broke down sobbing because she had "experienced civilization for the first time in my life." After 22 days at the Israeli hospital, Gabriel and her mother return to Lebanon. Gabriel moved to Israel in 1985, got a job as a news anchor at Middle East News, speaks fluent English, French, Arabic and Hebrew. She now lives in America. Today, Ms. Gabrielle's message is for the "politically correct" in America and Europe, who seem not to comprehend the happenings to Lebanon and their causes: She says, "Why didn't the US media show more of the beheadings of Daniel Pearle and others - so people would understand what truly gratuitous cruelty is." Her memories are even more horrible: a Christian mother with her young son tied to her lap - forced to cut off his h--d; perhaps even worse, a Christian father and mother, each leg of their baby strapped to their waists - then they are pulled apart! She says, "We are constantly told that Islam is a religion of peace, that only a small percentage of Muslims are killers. Where is the proof? Perhaps they can't speak out in Arab countries, but here in America they can - where is assurance from moderate Muslims that Islam will let us live in peace in our own Christian countries?" She says, "The 1988 Hamas charter to destroy Infidels teaches, from their Mosques, how Muslims can demand rights, then take over countries - protected by democratic principles of Christian-majority countries. She says, "Osama bin Ladin was one of 53 children, he himself had 27 children. Where is any concern in the 'politically correct' Western democracies about such birth rates - as we open our country's gates?" She says, "Where are the Islamic voices of sanity - for peaceful co-existence of our culture and religion with Islam? Are there any? And if not - her message is - wake up Europe and America, see what happened to Christian Lebanon"! Note: To complete the history of Lebanon regarding its majority religion, present information is that its Muslim population is now at 60%, increased from 44% only several decades ago, thus the Christian percentage has dropped from 54% to 38%. Aaron Kolom qualifies as a "rocket scientist" with over 50 years aerospace engineering: Stress Analyst to Chief of Structural Sciences on numerous military aircraft, to Corp. Director Structures and Materials, Asst. Chief Engineer Space Shuttle Program through first three flights (awarded NASA Public Service Medal), Rockwell International Corp.; Program Manager Concorde SST, VP Engineering TRE Corp.; Aerospace Consultant. Aaron L. Kolom - from Brainwashed* and Miracles** * The Perceived Mind-Set of the Secular Elite re Darwin Evolutionism! ** To Believe in Them - Have Faith - In Science and Logic!

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Saturday, December 19, 2015
S. Sadiq Gill - Human Rights Act: Does Australia Really Need One?

By Darryl Greer In February 2000 nine Afghan asylum seekers armed with handguns and explosives hijacked a Boeing 727 on an internal flight from Kabul and ordered the pilot to fly them to Britain. The plane was directed to Stansted airport where there was a 70 hour stand-off between the hijackers and the police and SAS before they eventually gave themselves up. They were convicted and jailed for their crimes but later those convictions were quashed on the grounds that the law of duress had not been properly applied at their trial. In 2004 attempts to eject them from the UK were thwarted when an immigration court said deportation would expose them to risk of inhuman or degrading treatment in breach of Article 3 of the European Convention on Human Rights. This was despite the fact that in late 2001 British troops had helped topple the Taliban from whom they said they were fleeing. In 2006 the English High Court ruled that the hijackers should be admitted to reside in the UK as genuine refugees and allowed to live and work there freely. To deny them entry, the judge ruled, would have been to deny them their human rights. The 9 hijackers and 25 family members were eventually resettled in rent-free housing in London and given welfare benefits. Including a hefty legal aid bill the total cost of this fiasco to the British taxpayer was between twenty and thirty million pounds. The affair brought about this condemnation from Sir Andrew Green, chairman of the well respected organisation Migrationwatch UK: This is not an abuse of ministerial power - it is an absence of common sense in the legal system. We have 5,000 troops in Afghanistan, but these hijackers are to be given the right to stay indefinitely in Britain with full access to the welfare state. James Bartholomew, writing in the International Express in 2006 under the headline 'Kentucky Fried Farce that shows folly of the Human Rights Act,' wrote of the case of Barry Chambers, suspected of stealing a car, who had climbed up a drainpipe on to a roof from where he threw bricks and tiles at the police. The police responded by providing him with soft drink and Kentucky Fried Chicken. The can of soft drink was unacceptable to Chambers - he wanted a two litre bottle - so the police obliged. All told he was on the roof 19 hours during which time he was fed, watered and allowed to dismantle the roof and chimney stack of the house. When asked why the police treated him the way they did, a spokesman replied: 'Although he's on the roof being a nuisance we still have to look after his well-being and human rights.' Similarly, in 2007 London's The Mail on Sunday reported the case of Chief Constable David Coleman who refused to release pictures of two escaped murderers amid fears it might breach their human rights. He said the force had to consider the (Human Rights) Act and data protection laws when asked to publish wanted photographs of the two men. While it may be the case that a court - even an English one - would not have agreed with either police spokesman, that these kinds of statements are made at all is indicative of the effect human rights legislation has had on British authorities. Barely a day has passed since the birth of the Human Rights Act 1998 (which enshrined the European Convention into British law) that a British newspaper has not reported a fanciful claim based on one of the Act's provisions. The Act has compensated families of active IRA terrorists killed by British soldiers, handed money to a convicted robber who said his human rights had been breached when police secretly filmed him, provided legal aid funding to a murderer to sue the British government for the stress and anxiety caused by prison officers opening his mail, allowed a Royal Navy seaman to worship the devil at sea, and in two extraordinary cases, a paedophile relied on the Act to successfully claim six thousand pounds compensation on the basis that he was stressed because his case had taken too long, while a Muslim teenager won the right to wear head-to-toe Islamic dress, effectively ending the power of schools to decide on uniform. When the Act was first proposed, skeptics in Britain branded it a 'nutters' charter.' From the incidences cited above some may argue that they were right. Certainly it is well known in British legal circles that if you run out of legitimate arguments, you reach for the Human Rights Act. This leads to fanciful claims and submissions which the judiciary is, by virtue of the Act, bound to entertain. On any given court day in Britain there are cases before the judiciary where, there being no other available defence, lawyers have argued that their client's human rights have been infringed. While a lot of such cases fail when they reach the Court of Appeal, they might not have been brought at all but for the existence of the Act. The Convention, it must be remembered, came into being in war ravaged Europe after the Second World War and was meant to outlaw the deliberate cruelty of the Nazis. It is difficult to imagine what its architects would think of the uses to which it is put in modern times. When pitched against the Magna Carta of 1215 and the Bill of Rights of 1689, the Convention must surely pale into insignificance in terms of what fundamental rights and freedoms have been bestowed on the UK's population that did not exist previously. Legislation existed prior to the Act to see to everyone's civil rights. When parliament got it wrong, checks and balances were provided by the courts. This surely is the case in Australia. If those in favour of similar legislation here point, by way of example, to offshore detention centres for asylum seekers or the treatment generally of illegal immigrants, they do have a point and Australia may well be a better place if human rights legislation were to be put in place. However it is hoped that lessons can be learned from the British experience so that similar legislation here does not attract the cry of nutters' charter from those concerned with its abuse. Lawyers must concern themselves with the rights of the individual but surely not at the expense of the rights of the community as a whole. Darryl Greer is a former lawyer who has practiced extensively in the UK and Australia. He has had a number of his articles published, some legal, some coffee-table, in hard copy magazines. His first novel, "The Election," a political thriller was published in 2009. His second, "Calvus," an historical thriller was published by Morris Publishing Australia in 2011. He subsequently contracted with Custom Book Publications for the publication of three further novels. "Agnus Dei," a legal thriller was published in February 2014. "Sleeping With Angels," another legal thriller will be published in December 2014/January 2015. The third will be published in 2015/2016. Visit Darryl's website at: http://darrylgreer.com

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Monday, November 30, 2015
Sadiq Gill - Islam and the Concept of 72 Virgins: A Sacred Belief

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Islam is a monotheistic religion founded by Muhammad, who is considered to be the last prophet of God. One aspect of Islam that is not much discussed is the concept of houris. Houris are beautiful virgin women who reside perpetually in paradise. Perhaps the nearest equivalent to them is the angels in Christianity and the apsara in Hindu thought. Apsara's are beautiful supernatural beings who are adept in dancing.In Islam the houris are perpetual virgins and the epitome of beauty. Islam says that houris are a reward to a true believer for following the injunctions and practices of Allah.

The concept of Houris is one of biggest motivating factor for Muslims. True followers of Islam believe that if they have been faithful to their faith and believed in Allah then they will be rewarded with perpetual virgins for their pleasure after death in heaven.

The Houri's in Quran

The Koran mentions about the Houris at a number of places. The stress is on female houris as all the characteristics mentioned are feminine. Various scholars have defined Houris as women who are pure virgins who stand and await the arrival of the true believers as a reward for a lifetime of devotion to God. The Koran refers to Houris as 'spotless virgins' and 'eternal beautiful and pure wives"

Significance of the Houris for Muslims

For Muslims the concept of Houris has a special significance. They believe that a true believer who has lived his life as a good Muslim will be rewarded on his death with a number of young boys and 72 beautiful virgins. The Koran does not mention the number of virgins but the Hadiths specify the number as 72.

These virgins are termed 'eternal virgins' as they have the god given quality of regenerating their hymens. They will give endless pleasures to the man and believer.

Various Islamic sources describe many characteristics of these Houris. The Quran promises men voluptuous virgins. Many characteristics of the virgins have been described in various Islamic sources. They are supposed to be voluptuous and full breasted. Some Islamic scholars have described the Houris as having 'large, round breasts' which are not inclined to hang. They have wide and beautifully eyes and are hairless, except for the eyebrows and head.

The concept of 72 virgins is also used to entice young Muslims into carrying out 'Martyrdom operations' and terrorist acts with the promise of 72 virgins in paradise. In one case young Muslim teenage boys from Britain, were told to train with AK-47 rifles and promised 72 virgins in paradise if they died as religious martyr

The Quran Chapters 52 to 56 refer to Houris. (Refer: The Quran 55:56; 55:58; 78:33; 56:12; 52:16-17, 24; 56:35-38; 52:20)

The belief in Houris is strong in Islam. It is one of the beliefs that is unquestionable and sacrosanct.

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Friday, November 20, 2015
Sadiq Gill - Teen: How To Live Your Life The Islamic Way

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You are now in the prime of your lives! Here are a few tips for you muslim teenagers out there! This is the period of exertion and this is the period of worship, and this is the period of Daw'ah, and this is the period of movement and activity! So, it is upon you to turn towards Islam, learn it, implement it and call to it. Knowledge, action and propagation! If this chance passes you, it is a golden opportunity that can never be repeated. How plentiful is the free time during college days, and how wonderful are the college days for turning towards Allah, and how wonderful are the college days for worship, and how wonderful are the college days for Daw'ah to your colleagues and friends, those you know and do not know!

It is easy for you to learn, to act, and to teach. If you do not do this within this period, you have let an opportunity pass you by that will never show itself again. Time is not replaceable. You might never again experience a period in which you have this amount of free time, so take advantage of it! Beware of having incessant hopes and following your desires! Incessant hopes waste your time, and following your desires corrupts your heart. Read the noble Quran everyday, at least half a juz so that you could complete the entire Quran every two months, at least! Also, be constant with the remembrance and supplications of the morning and evening. Seek Allah's forgiveness day to day. You will be asked about every second of your life on the Day of Resurrection!

Take advantage of your youth, because you are today able to perform optional fasts, and tomorrow, when you are approaching old age, and you will need to nourish and feed your bones and flesh, you will not be able to withstand the pains of fasting. Right now, you are a youth who can get up and pray in the middle of the night, staying up in the bowings and prostrations that you can present to the Lord of the Worlds to bear witness for you, or to one day keep you company in the loneliness of your grave. Today, you are in the early years of your life, the years of your youth. The time of, O brothers, is the time of struggle. It is the time in which you are supposed to exert yourself and sacrifice! It is the time in which you are not tied down with many responsibilities, as you are alone. Allah's Messenger said: Take advantage of five things before five other things: from your youth before your old age, your health before your sickness, your wealth before your poverty, your free time before you become occupied, and from your life before your death. So my dear muslim teenager, take these advices and progress for the best


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Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Sadiq Gill - Teenage Girl, Man Killed by Taliban For Eloping

By Larry Jackson I say this a lot, but this is something else that someone is going to have to explain to me. The idea that anyone can stand by and allow this to go on is something I simply can not grasp. I usually don't get into criticizing religions other than Christianity because we do have freedom of religion in this country and what other people choose as their religion is their own business. However, I have come to understand that there are some religions, or at least part of some religions, that need to be banned, both in the United States and in the rest of the world. When any religion infringes upon an individual's right to life, then there is something inherently flawed in that religion. In the latest harsh example of why the world needs less Islamic extremism, the Taliban in Afghanistan has killed a 19 year old girl and a 21 year old man for eloping. From The Associated Press: "Taliban gunmen executed a young couple in southern Afghanistan for trying to elope, shooting them with rifles in front of a crowd in a lawless, militant-controlled region, officials said Tuesday." The woman, 19, and the man, 21, were accused by the militants of immoral acts, and a council of conservative clerics decided that the two should be killed, said Ghulam Dastagir Azad, the governor of the southwestern province of Nimroz. Riflemen in the remote district of Khash Rod shot the man and woman with AK-47s Monday during a public execution, said Sadiq Chakhansori, the chief of Nimroz' provincial council. The two fled their homes and hoped to travel to Iran, but their parents sent villagers to bring them home, Chakhansori said. Once back home, the pair was either turned over to the Taliban by their parents or the militants came and took them by force, the officials said, providing slightly varying accounts. "Should they have eloped? Most likely not, but does that mean they deserve to be shot with AK-47s in a public execution? Most certainly not. If there is one good thing to come out of President Obama's troop surge into Afghanistan, I hope it is that the Taliban is driven completely out of the country." The most outrageous part about this entire situation is that the parents are the ones who send the villagers to bring them back home. Given the fact that they knew the Taliban and it's ways, they had to know what the final outcome would be. They had to know they were bringing their children back to their deaths, but they apparently didn't care about that. All they were concerned with was the law of the Taliban was being upheld. How any parent can love their religion enough to kill their own child is beyond me. These parents may not have pulled the trigger themselves, but they are as guilty as sin in these murders. President Obama has bent himself over backwards to make sure the Islamic world knows we are not at war with Muslims and I would agree with that sentiment, up to a certain point. When it comes to the Taliban and their flawed logic that their people would be better off dead than allow the Taliban law to be corrupted, then I would disagree. We should be at war with that part of the Islamic religion because it is tyranny at it's worst. Larry Jackson is an amateur writer/blogger who enjoys writing about a range of topics. These include computer software, politics, current events, and his homing pigeons. You can read more articles like this at http://www.ldjackson.net

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Tuesday, August 04, 2015
Sadiq Gill - Strategies for Motivating Teenagers

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There are different phases of growth in an individual's life and because teenagers are human beings, they are no exceptions to the rule. During this period of physical development of the body, teenagers are irritable and unruly and parents find them hard to manage.

At this crucial time of their lives, parents worry about their children's welfare and future prospects. It is okay to be concerned. But being worried does not solve any problems. In the alternative, parents should make an effort to find out how to motivate these teenagers, instead of just hoping that all would be well someday.

To rectify this unhealthy situation, I urge parents to follow these reliable strategies for motivating teenagers. They include: getting information, learning from counselors and being more understanding. The other factors are; being patient, developing effective communication skills, praying and having faith.

Let's clarify how these strategies could be used by parents to motivate teenagers.

Getting Information

Parents should obtain information of how growth influences behavior, attitude and social interaction. This knowledge would enable them understand why these teenagers behave in the way they do, and help them accept the changes as normal occurrences.

The information gathered would also reveal that parental role during this important growth period, should be to support and guide these teenagers to develop into healthy adults they could be proud of some day.

Also, acquiring relevant information would help parents to understand the nature of pressure teenagers suffer due to growth, and help them to overcome these challenges.

Some of these problems includes: developing facial hair, pimples, consciousness of their looks, awareness of their attraction for the opposite sex, monthly periods for girls and wet dreams for boys, development of muscles for the boys and well formed hips for girls. All these physical and emotional changes are new and unsettling to them.

In addition to rapid physical changes in their bodies, teenagers face other pressures like: tough school work, poor self image, peer pressure, sibling rivalry, fashion and class consciousness and high parental and societal expectations.

All these burdens they carry on their slim shoulders, make them nervous and behave irrationally sometimes to adults. For teenagers to cope with these pressures and succeed, parents must be aware of this precarious situation and be supportive. Otherwise, they would have rebellious teens they cannot manage.

Learning from Counselors

In addition to getting information that would help parents understand the problems their teenage children face, they should also get counsel for managing these teens from psychologists, doctors, teachers, school administrators, pastors and religious leaders.

Another way these parents could learn from counselors is by reading books that teach how to motivate teenagers and imbibe lessons learnt.

The importance of good counsel cannot be underestimated. It is a known fact that without good advice, the relationship between teenagers and their parents would not be easy. To be more factual, there would be arguments, insubordination and tense moments with these teenagers.

For example, if these parents got good counsel, their communication and teen management skills would improve, and enable them speak and treat their teenage children with the dignity and respect they deserve.

This change of attitude by parents would cause a reciprocal change of behavior by these teenagers who would feel loved and obviously be more obedient to their parents.

Being more Understanding

Understanding the enormous pressures the teenager face daily is one of the solutions to insubordination. As a parent, find out the problems your teenage children are facing. Lessen your authoritarian posture to them and genuinely seek to know them.

Build rapport by patiently listening to all the problems they bring up and jointly find the answers. Give them the breathing space they need and stop nagging about their dressing, yet to be completed home work, unkempt hair, scattered rooms and unmade beds. Instead, model what you want them to copy by your actions and speak less in your home.

Listen keenly to know their fears and burdens and be a source of encouragement to them. Relate with their friends so that you would know where they go to, and what they do there. When they fail to live up to your expectations sometimes, do not scold them, just look the other way.

Help teenagers solve problems that they may have with their homework, if they trust you enough to seek your assistance. Though this may hurt, ask yourself this question. Were you like them as a teenager? Be frank with your answer so that you can offer relevant solutions to their predicaments.

Relax. Take the family out on a picnic once in a while and show your children you would always be there whenever they need a listening ear, guidance or a shoulder to lean or cry on.

Play and exercise with them. Go to the cinemas, ball games, school drama and public speaking presentations. Attend their school's prize giving day. Call them on the telephone daily and let them know they could count on you.

Be very clear about your family values, habits and attitudes so that they would try to live up to your expectations. Make them realize that you want what is best for them. Let them know that even when they come short of your expectations, you still love them because you know they did their best and you are proud of them despite the poor outcome.

Don't manipulate them. Ensure you are genuine in all your dealings with them, so as not to give the wrong impression and end up driving them farther away from you.

Being Patient

Be tolerant else you would always fight with them. Recall that you were once a teenager and you probably drove your parents to the wall occasionally. Without patience, you would clash with your teenage children each time you addressed their misdemeanor.

Please understand that they would test your patience most times, but you must learn to control your emotions. You can be firm but don't be too hard on them and in time, your patience would pay off in excellent relationship with them.

Develop Effective Communication Skills

Valuable communication is one of the keys to understanding and motivating your teenage children. To communicate effectively with them, be simple and stoop to their level of intelligence and development.

Understand their problems and jointly work it out. For instance, deal with peer pressure by discussing the causes and the best solutions, with examples from your own life as a teenager.

Talk about low self esteem and reassure them that they were intelligent, good looking and fun to be with. Let them know you love them the way they are. Explain to them that no one would take them serious or believe in them, if they don't take the lead and control their shyness. Tell them a story of how you conquered low self esteem worries as a teenager and assure them they could too.

Explain how you dealt with poor grades at school. You are permitted to exaggerate some parts of the story to teach them vital lessons of life.

Reveal to them that you too, were a shy teenager at some point in your life, but picked up courage to face challenges the world presented. Give an example of where you displayed courage; like how you felt when you spoke to your first girlfriend with wobbly knees, yet did it all the same, and won her heart for trying even when it was obvious you were shaking with fright.

Show them why it pays to have goals and a plan for their future. For example, making goals and having plans would enable them become successful adults capable of making valuable contributions to the society. Find fun ways to teach them all they ought to know as teenagers, and inspire them to solve problems without giving up on themselves.

Show them that you had experienced what they were passing through, by sharing how you overcame those problems. Remind them that if you were able to overcome those difficulties back then, they could too.

Maintain a joyous atmosphere in your home so that they would desire to come home, love to talk and stay with you because it was educative, exciting and not under compulsion.

Praying and Having Faith

Whether you are a Christian, Muslim, Buddhist or practice some other religion, when you have done all that you can do, and the results are still not very pleasing then go on your knees and pray to your God.

Prayer is a two way thing. First you ask God for something. Next, you listen to hear a feedback from Him, and then you thank Him for giving you what you had asked for in faith.

Use this method to pray for your teenage children and believe that God or nature, would step in to change your unruly teenage children. Believe that your teenage children could become role models for other uncouth teenagers to emulate, as answer to your prayers.

Take Away

Teenagers are human beings just like you and deserve to be heard and treated with respect. Gaining understanding from counseling would enable you manage them with empathy than with harsh words. You would get their full cooperation when you lead by example, than by scolding them.

Relate with them and get to know them better so that you would not only gain their respect, but also the much needed collaboration necessary to change their lives for the better, and keep them motivated while doing it.

I hope to make you stronger and better prepared to face life daily in a positive and rewarding manner by motivating you to pursue and achieve your daily goals with ease. To get more information from me please visit my website at: http://www.motivateyoudaily.com

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Wednesday, July 08, 2015
Sadiq Gill - The Difficulties Of A Bride

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And for every matchstick house in the burbs of the Northern Areas there's a father and a mother. There's a family in ganglands. Symbolic of apartheid. Symbolic of ethnic cleansing. Symbolic of the divide between wealth and poverty, the disenfranchised marginalised youth who have no skills. Only unemployment staring them in the face, and in the shadows. Foreshadowing every glimpse of their identity, lock, stock, and barrel. Ammunition has become like Braille is for the blind. All youth well they must be initiated into the gang. They must know how to knife, how to stab, how to make a knife, a knife that can go in for the kill. For every wedding, there's a bridal bouquet, the bride, and her wedding feast sometimes in a Methodist church hall or sometimes not. For every Baptist, Protestant, Presbyterian, Mormon, Muslim, there's an agnostic. I was lucky that I just escaped that lifestyle by the skin of my teeth while growing up in South End before we were forcibly removed by police and by the government of the day.

My son when he talks sometimes it's hard for me to follow (he has so many ideas, you see). It's hard to understand what he is talking about. He talks fast. He uses wild hand gestures a lot when he is making a point. I wish they would all come to church with me. I wish they could all be saved, baptised. But we all worship the same God. For some of us he's right here with us on this planet, beside us, walking beside us in our hour or time of need. For others like my wife God is on an astral plane. I try and understand her. Love has a delicate smell. There was a time when we had good times. We'd eat out. There'd be movie night. We'd leave the children at home and go and watch a film. But now it's different. She's a grandmother. I'm a grandfather. Overnight we've become different people. It's as if the ordinary madness that other people call reality has possessed both of us. Times were good. Times are still good.

I remember my mother was a domestic worker. Ouma. Oupa. Both fervently borderline-religious.

I remember so many things now about my childhood with such a clarity of vision. Thought patterns come in waves. Their crests are beautiful, magnificent, electrifying, Cheshire cat magical.

Once upon a time long ago, more years than I care to remember I decided not to return to university to complete my teacher's diploma but rather to complete my B.Sc. Honours in Botany at the University of the Western Cape. I was refused admission due to my political past. I decided to teach and bank my salary in order to repay the government loan I had received in order to complete my degree. I got a teaching degree at my alma mater South End High School in January 1965. I was excited and looked forward to the challenge although my teaching roster was very loaded. For the standard sixes I had social studies and general science. I took the standard sevens for history and taught another class history in Afrikaans and then there were my standard nine classes. I taught physiology and hygiene. This was one of the main reasons which militated against me making a success of my teaching career. Many of the pupils were older than myself and I found myself teaching in the medium of Afrikaans even though I never had a teaching certificate. The students were difficult. I felt frustrated as if I could not get through to them. Of course I didn't realise I could not relate to them and they could not relate to me. For the large part they were undisciplined. Large classes made circumstances for effective teaching impossible.

For the first three months I managed to cope however come to April I started to slow down. I could not concentrate on my lesson plans and found it easier to give up. I frequently fell into fits of depression and spells of self-pity. I found it difficult to teach. I was completely disinterested and demotivated. I found myself withdrawing from social interaction at school and at home. I left for school in the morning and stayed in the classroom for the rest of the school day. There was no discipline in the classes as I said before. This made things even tougher for me. I was disorganised. The pupils carried on acting out. They did just as they pleased. Pupils ran riot all over me, I virtually dragged myself through a school day. I had no assistance or support from my colleagues or people who I considered to be my friends. I also had no appetite and could not fall asleep at night. I was like a zombie from Hollywood B-movie dragging myself to school and home and back again. The doctor diagnosed me with having a vitamin deficiency. Anxiety overwhelmed me as I fell more and more behind with my lessons. I was overtaken by guilt of the injustice I was doing my pupils. I asked myself questions like who would be responsible if the pupils had to fail their examinations. Could I blame the principal, parents, learners or myself? I now felt like I was in a bottomless pit and in a dark tunnel. This was what always wavered on my mind those days. A feeling of gloom began to overwhelm me and suicide seemed to be the only way out. My thought process slowed down almost until it came to a standstill. My mind was completely clouded with negativity. After school I would spend the majority of my time in my bedroom. I vividly remember putting a plastic bag over my head. It burst before I suffocated. My mother was the only one who stood by me during this difficult time of my life. She prayed for me and saw that I had something to eat, had clean clothing. If that was hell what was to follow was even a greater hell.

The viciousness of depression lifted and symptoms in direct contrast to the previous phase prevailed. I became talkative, loud, agitated. I walk around the whole school and the vicinity where I lived. I visited and spoke to people I never knew before. Within two weeks I spent all my savings which I religiously accumulated over a period of six months on useless items like antiques, liquor, old music records. Gifts were brought for people I met for the first time and I spent no time of the person. I did not sleep at night. I had no concern for my welfare. I did not listen to the people who had my best interests at heart. I could not bring myself to eat anything and walked long distances. Up streets and down streets. I decided to walk along the National Road to Cape Town. The road was pitch dark. This did not matter since I had a lot of energy. I got a lift in a furniture truck as far as Swellendam and then proceeded to the Meyer family in Bellville South. Two ministers of the United Congregational Church had me admitted as a voluntary patient at the Valkenburg Psychiatric Hospital in Pinelands Cape Town. For the first time I realised that I was in a mental institution when on admission I was given a polo jersey, khaki shorts and a pair of sandals. I was placed in a locked up ward. The patients came from all walks of life and suffered from all forms of mental illness. I was not diagnosed with any mental illness however I was not released from the locked up ward. However I must admit that it was therapeutic to be among other mentally ill sufferers. However I missed Port Elizabeth and my family. After a month at Valkenburg Psychiatric Hospital I took my leave to the medical school at Groote Schuur where I wanted to be in the first place. I then meandered through District Six where I found families dismantling their homes and belongings as a result of the forced removals of 1965.These residents were being moved to the Cape Flats and areas like Mitchell's Plan, Lavenderhill. These are now the centres of gang warfare. I sought help from the social worker at Groote Schuur Hospital. They supplied me with cigarettes, pocket money, and a third class railways ticket to Port Elizabeth. On the train I discovered that I had left the ticket in the jacket I had loaned while in Cape Town. Therefore I had no ticket on the train with the result that the guard and the policeman wanted to put me off the train at the next station. They were reluctant to believe my explanation. When reaching Port Elizabeth they handed me over to the police where I had to sign an undertaking that I would pay the cost of the ticket as I began teaching again.

Then I had a manic episode in Kimberly. My services had terminated at the South End High School. In January 1966 I was offered a temporary post at a high school in Square Hill Park in Kimberly. I made a grave mistake by not checking on my medication. There was no psychiatrist or doctor who could describe mood stabilising drugs. I arrived in Kimberly on the 1st of February. The first month went okay. I gave my lessons clearly and meaningfully then all hell broke loose. I experienced a major episode of mania. I could not stop myself from making grave errors in judgement. I took myself to teach on a Saturday morning. During which time I consumed excessive amounts of whiskey and milk. I spend long hours at school disturbing other teachers in the classrooms. I was creating complete mayhem in the school. I was not prepared to listen to the advice of well-meaning individuals. I also took to drinking alcohol. My meagre salary militating it becoming an uncomfortable habit. I spent a daily visit to the Kemo Hotel. I shudder to reflect on my manic state during the inter-Provincial swimming tournament of the Swimming Federation of South Africa. All the provinces from all over South Africa took part. I took charge of all the arrangements of the tournament, although I had no knowledge of competitive swimming. It was a disaster from the start. Without anybody's permission I appointed myself the manager of the Griqua Team. This was extremely embarrassing to the rest of the Griqua officials. I placed myself in charge of the bus which was going to transport teams and officials to a holiday resort along the Vaal River. I waded into the children's swimming pool in my pants and vest vainly trying much to the amusement of the crowd. I visited a family in Kimberly and was attracted by their son's toy gun which resembled a real gun. I went around the area and scared people as if it was a real gun. People began to avoid me as the stigma of mental illness was pronounced. I spent a night with a homosexual.

There's nothing sexy about having a recurring mental illness like it's portrayed in American films. Some people you can trace its origins along your family tree. Some say it's in the nucleic acid of the ladders of your genes, your biochemistry. Maybe your dendrites are just out of sync with the dopamine and serotonin levels in your brain for that cycle, or season, or day. Maybe you were just having a stressful day. Mental illness is governed by equal measures of loss, feeling shattered, truth feels sharp, you become aware of the isolation you might feel from time to time, acutely aware of the environments and the landscape you find yourself in, and intense mourning that can startle you out of your reverie. Mind you, it is not who you. And it does not define who you are as a person, your character, or your personality. It doesn't matter what 'they' say. They don't have your psychiatrist's degree behind their name. You're human. Pain is what comes along with the territory of humanity. Understand it, learn from it, navigate those 'shark-infested' (or should I say stigma-busting) dangerous waters with your moral compass. This earth is damaged. We are damaged. Damaged people. Shattered. As I've said before we live in a traumatised country. The entire fabric of society is traumatised. The nuclear family as a unit is traumatised.

So now we have to learn how to survive. How do the mentally ill, the most displaced, the most embarrassed, largely the most ridiculed, and humiliated respond to survival? Instinct. From my perspective we all have to rely on it at some point in our lives. And it works every time. Just remember you have to swim before you begin to tread upon land. And if at first you don't succeed, try and try and try again. You can mourn the fact that now that you are aging, this also means becoming more comfortable with your principles, more in tune with virtuous qualities as you grow older, you are also becoming wiser, more understanding of your mental illness, your relapses, your recovery. Yes, some people who are mentally ill hear voices. That is as scary for them as it is for you. Some people see things, have hallucinations, and it is very real for them. That is as scary for them as it is for you. Some men, though mostly women who are mentally ill can became promiscuous seeing it as a replacement for real intimacy and unconditional love that they should have received from their parents in the first place. Know that you belong in this word whether you have a disability, mental illness, or have refugee status. Know that having a mental illness doesn't mean self-punishment, or self-imposed exile. You have one life to live. It is precious. So why not start now. Don't let your mental illness feed you, scar you, wound you intrinsically speaking, sate you, starve you. If you are mentally ill you have the right not to hurt yourself, but you do have the right to accept yourself, love all of who you are unconditionally. People might think you're not good enough, thin enough, pretty enough, but that is just an opinion. Determining if the glass is half full (positive vibrations switch on), or of its half empty (negative vibes switch off). Your conscious mind speaks to your subconsciousness mind all the time.

In April 1966 I returned to Port Elizabeth. My mania had abated and I obtained a temporary teaching post at the Gelvandale Secondary School. It was located in Helenvale which was a sub economic area and was established as a result of the slum clearance scheme of the municipality and the government. The area was soon overcrowded three primary and one secondary school was built in the space of three years. Ten people had to use one outside toilet. The streets were scattered with litter and dirt. The pupils came mainly barefoot to school and without any lunch. My class had more than 60 children. There were insufficient desks and writing materials. These circumstances made my teaching days in the beginning difficult, sad and depressing.

I had taken Zoology as one of my degree subjects. I collected stray cats. I placed one on a glass sheet which I covered with a bell jar and placed chloroform on wadding and placed it under the bell jar. I had underestimated the strength of the drugged cat.

In November 1966, the year mark for General Science and Social Studies had to be prepared for moderation by the Inspector of Education. At that time I fell into another deep episode. I slowed down, demotivated to do the simplest of tasks. I felt deep exhaustive depression. In the absence of the principal the deputy showed no sympathy for my depression. The day before the Inspector arrived my work was not yet complete yet the Inspector Mr Swanepoel ordered me to leave the school immediately despite the explanation of my depression. Fortunately for me the principal had just arrived from Cape Town. He assessed the situation, told me to see a doctor and to return to teaching when I felt well again. As I left the school to board the bus I was overwhelmed by suicidal thoughts. I had a strong desire for the bus to crash. This was not to be. I was alone at home and decided to take an overdose of tablets. It turned out to have the opposite effect. It didn't even make me drowsy or sleepy. The tablets that I did take turned out to be too few to have a serious effect. I got to the Port Elizabeth Mental Health Society where I received help.

Suicide was uppermost in my mind to the extent that I was continually thinking about taking an overdose of tablets. Fortunately my mother's early return from work removed these negative thoughts from my mind.

I was taken to the humble offices of the Port Elizabeth Mental Health Society in Brassell Street in North End where the social workers in particular Jann Hollingshead spent almost three hours of therapy with me so I could realise that suicide was not the only way out in a crisis situation. The next day I had an appointment with the psychiatrist in the outpatient department of the Livingstone hospital. He diagnosed me with manic depression also known as bipolar mood disorder. The seriousness of my condition necessitated five sessions of electroconvulsive therapy. A white patch had to applied to both sides of my head which got me the nickname of the Western actor Jack Palance. I felt very sore and hurt when I heard these remarks made by people who I thought were my friends. I was also very young. I had never heard of electroconvulsive therapy before. Since I was not aware of what it was I was very apprehensive at every occasion when I had to receive the treatment. However the white doctor who was in his fifties explained to me that the seriousness of my major depressive episode necessitated this treatment. He also gave me the assurance that the treatment wasn't a guarantee that I was to recover. I didn't know what the hell was going on the day I left the hospital that day. I was twenty years old. I don't know when I fell in love with Jann. She was vivacious. But I knew that nothing would ever come of it. She died of throat cancer. August died of stomach cancer. Jean died of breast cancer. Cancer riddled bodies. Cancer riddled cells. I imagined the white bloods cells putting up a fight, while the cancer cells still got through floating by them like free radicals to attack the golden cells of organs and tissue. People die every day. Every Saturday churches are packed. Parking lots filled with cars. People coming to pay their respects. And sometimes I was one of them. Shaking people's hands firmly. Looking them in the eye and saying, 'My condolences to you and your family. I am really sorry for your loss.' And I really meant it. I really did.

Present day. Keep up or you'll get lost. Jann's loss. I never quite got over that. She was still so young. She could have had that sunny road. I could have met her on that sunny road. Perhaps we could have had those kids, a family, raised them in England. Perhaps she asked for me when she was in the hospital. If I had gone it would have meant a sense of closure on both of parts. I don't think I have ever loved a woman, known a woman like Jann Hollingshead so intimately just from our conversations. Love has a delicate smell. Hospitals smelled of furniture polish, nail polish remover, something antiseptic, and sanitary. I know standing next to her bed watching while she slept, or drift in and out of consciousness, I would have perhaps lost all sense of self-control, my belief in God, or perhaps we both would have found closure. But I wanted to remember her smile, handing over the 'contraband', my favourite brand of cigarettes (how did she remember), and us tucking into the purest pub lunch you could find in England, and meeting Jann's sister and computer programmer husband in their lovely home. The feeling of being invited, this grand gesture, how excited I was to explore the city of London. I felt like Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes. From the beginning of childhood I always felt cast out of society. But in London town I was a new man (Jann's man? No. I had decided. I had made up my mind that Gerda was the only woman for me. And if it wasn't for her, for Abigail, for short stop, for Ambrose, for Cody, for Ethan, for Lauren, I wouldn't be the man that I am today if it wasn't for my angels). But sometimes I think to myself of Columbia University. I would have been a unique 'Christopher Columbus'-type don't you think striding not sprinting? Sometimes I think of that sunny road. Sometimes I think a lot of Jann. How I let her go without even saying goodbye. That wasn't very gentlemanly of me because I had thought very highly off her, and she of me.

In 1974 I won a scholarship by the British Council to complete a study of the mentally and physically handicapped in England and Wales and implement it in the position in South Africa. It was a very valuable scholarship since it covered a return plane ticket, tuition fees, books, warm clothing and even a maintenance grant. I was very happy, excited and content to undertake the scholarship and complete the relevant study. All went well up to the Christmas recess when the English students went home for the holidays. I with my friend, Jones Mceke and other African students was left behind to make provision for ourselves. I took the opportunity to organise a trip via Cosmos travel agency to visit five or six of the European countries. This was a dream come true for me since I visited Brussels in Belgium, Cologne and Frankfurt in Germany, Florence, the Vatican, Rome, Paris and then back via Dover. One of the most remarkable incidents happened to me at the customs at Dover. I was placed in a room with my luggage where I was asked to open my cases so that the customs officials could search my clothing. They also asked me a number of questions concerning my place of origin, why I had come to London and when I was going to return to South Africa again. After about two hours I was allowed to go. I then bordered the train to Euston Station which was not far from the residence. I was very, very down, depressed and sad at the happening at Dover. And I just wanted to go home to South Africa, however my friend Jones was waiting for me. He helped me with my luggage and got me to my room. I realised that a major episode of depression was on its way. I had no appetite. I was exhaustibly tired. I couldn't fall asleep and I didn't know what to do because just before I left a young black student from Kenya who was manic depressive was sent home without getting suitable treatment. I thought that the same fate would face me. I couldn't get up out of bed in the morning. And I only responded to persistent knocking of my friend Jones. He got me out of bed. He saw to it that I got dressed and washed and virtually forced me to go to a nearby restaurant where I could enjoy some breakfast. I felt much better after that but not good enough. He took me back to my room where he sorted my clothing and placed the dirty clothing in a bag and took me to a Laundromat where he saw to it that I washed my clothing.

Jones saved me. I wouldn't be sitting where I am today, surrounded by a loving and supportive family and my first grandchild, my son's son if it wasn't for Jones Mceke. Jones not only saw to my physical needs but was always encouraging and motivating me to allow the dark clouds of negativity and depression to lift. Fortunately when the university reopened I felt much better and could take my meals in the canteen and attend lectures as well as school visit in the English countryside. I must emphasise that I really enjoyed the greenery of the countryside. I will never forget my trip from London to Glasgow on the Express that travelled from the one end of England to the rest of Glasgow in Scotland. For the first time I could appreciate where English literary figures and poets could get their inspiration. London. Walking up streets, and down streets. The young man who had the dorm room next to mine always invited his friends over for coffee but I was never invited. He was a minister, what they call a pastor now. He never talked to me. Never once looked in my direction. But there were people who were kind. Kinder to me I think because they see I was depressed. Michelle, Sue, Jan, my memories of madness, my education at the school of life, religion, Bush University, and eventually I found that perpetual balance I had been searching for my whole life. I found that balance in my community work, my bright faith, the respect, loyalty and love I had for my wife, the affection I had for my children. The memories of my family coming to visit me at Hunterscraig Psychiatric Clinic are bright in my mind. My children were still very small. My wife and I would whisper to each other while they played, so innocent on the far side of the garden. They would hug and kiss me before they left. It broke my heart to see their heads at the back of the car waving madly goodbye to me. My son, my son, his hair dark and curly, already his mother's favourite. The girls would cling to each other waiting for me to get up grass stains on my pants, helping my wife get up who put her best smile, her best foot forward. My oldest, oh-so-serious in the seat in front with her mother and the middle child with a Cheshire cat smile saying, 'We'll see you soon daddy. See you tomorrow.' Every year or so this was repeated. Hospitalisation followed by recovery, then a relapse, and very soon my children grew up and they weren't affectionate children anymore. Instead they became rebellious, anxious teenagers who often could not find the words to describe what they were feeling and thinking. I missed the days of their innocence like I missed my years at the Bush University.

When it comes to mania I'm a wreck. When it comes to depression I go kaput. I can only see the tunnel of light cutting through the periphery of my vision. The tunnel of light you see when you have a near death experience. Sometimes depression can be like that. Fluid multiplying. Make you think about things that happened to you as a child. Traumatic things that you'd rather not to be thinking about. You'd rather find yourself making love, you know. Or eating barbecue at the beach.


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Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Sadiq Gill - Culturist Tensions With My Muslim Friend

My oldest friend, Geeta, is a Muslim. I just saw her for the first time in six years. Geeta came to this country when she was 13 - the Ayatollah chased her family out. Her clothes, drinking habits and relationship patters - her basic values - are highly Americanized. Geeta is a rock n roll woman and someone I care deeply about. When we were kids, our differences did not bother us at all. But current political realities made this visit tense at the edges.

Geeta just returned from a month-long travel; she guesses that eighty percent of Iranians resent the Iranian government and it imposition of Islamic law. The economy and infrastructure are so messed up that most Iranians need to have three jobs to make ends meet. Iran's development has fallen so low that they cannot refine their own oil and have to import gasoline! If you fought against Iraq you get a pension. If you didn't, you are impoverished. She said Iran's conservative election results reflect corruption, not popularity. Most Iranians, she reported, love Americans and Western products.

Geeta's descriptions of Iran were meant to convey that Iran and Muslims are not inherently anti-Western. As her parents are currently in Iran, she worries about our wanting to bomb her country. She fears the demonization of Muslims. As a positive and contributing citizen, she resents being automatically considered a terrorist. Geeta's only terrorism has only been against me in pinball. Her concerns illustrate that we needlessly increase our domestic and international tension when we demonize people and nations. Many Muslims are good Americans and there is a real chance that Iran will someday be a relatively benign partner.

Cultural affiliation, though, are real. And assimilation has limits. Likely due to the political climate and the multiculturalism of her native Oakland, California, Geeta still identifies Muslims as her people and her country as Iran. She even calls Palestinians "my people." This need not be harmful. Geeta's voting could restrain our impulse to go to war. Geeta identifies with Iranian sovereignty and does not want Islam to spread. My culturist views also respect Iran's sovereignty and cherish our freedoms. If we follow culturist principles and do not needlessly antagonize Muslims domestically or internationally, citizen's affiliation with non-Western civilizations need not be so bad.

We must be aware of cultural dynamics. Geeta's description of Iran shows that twenty percent of the population can rob eighty percent of the population of their freedoms. If we invade Iran, as Geeta and any culturist can tell you, the percentage of Muslims that hates the West will rise internationally and domestically. If we target Iran's nuclear facilities - and I think we must - we should be careful to avoid jingoistic demonizing of Muslims at home and abroad. Such talk would needlessly and insensitively hurt Geeta's feelings and increase the odds of destruction from the Muslim community.

While I could discuss the culturist principle of isolationism with Geeta, I thought it would endanger our relationship to explain the correlated culturist policy that we should safeguard ourselves by stopping all immigration from Muslim nations until worldwide Islamic terror has long ceased. Immigrants identify with their homeland. If twenty percent of immigrating Iranians or their children wants Sharia law, increasing their numbers endangers us. Such an immigration policy would safeguard us and tell people living here that we value our nation and culture.

Looking backwards, I should have discussed all aspects of culturism with Geeta. The discussion could have been a test case to see if explaining Western interests could minimize the hurt from discriminatory culturist policy. Had I appealed to protecting the U.S. from the Sharia law Iran has been devastated by, our relationship may have survived the confrontation. Having seen what she has in Iran, Geeta likely appreciates Western freedoms more than your Western average citizen.

I regret that political events have shoved issues between us that we never had to consider as teenagers. I love Geeta and dearly value our friendship. Perhaps, our nation will follow wise culturist policy and the world will be fraught with less cultural tension when we next meet.

John Press is the author of Culturism: A Word, A Value, Our Future. He is a an adjunct professor and doctoral student at New York University. http://www.culturism.us has more information about culturism.


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Friday, June 12, 2015
Sadiq Gill - Where Does Religion Come From?

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When I mentioned to my teenage son I was thinking of writing about the worlds religions, he looked at me with fond amusement and said " Sure Mum but do you think anyone's going to want to read that?"

The truth is that many of our children are well past wanting or needing to analyse such things. They have an instinctive understanding of universal truths and an irritating awareness about the self serving and protectionist aspects of religion.

Why are the worlds religions so different in their detail yet similar in the core ideas they express? Almost every religion encourages us to love our neighbours as ourselves then proceeds to pick apart this idea with dogma and detail.

Those of us born in the 1960's or earlier generally experienced some kind of religious framework in our lives with all the good and bad things that went along with that. The problem now is that the world and we have changed. It has become harder and harder to stay in our own religious box and see others as inherently different or less enlightened than us.

Now we ask; what's in those other boxes out there? What am I missing out on? We all want the same thing. Where are the real differences?

Christianity and Islam have been in bloody conflict for centuries. Both have their historical roots in Judaism with which both are still in conflict. The big augment is basically about who is the true messenger of God. The Christians say Jesus. The Muslims say Muhammad. No wonder our children lose patience with this naivety. Many of us still see God as some kind of bigger and better version of ourselves with little understanding of the enormous complexity of a coherent multiverse in which every level has a creative and evolving role to play, including ourselves.

Only now is science, physics, evolution, historical archeology (which now includes solid extra terrestrial evidence) and our religions' collective wisdom, starting to put the pieces of the story dimly together for those prepared to open their minds, step out of their boxes and search hard. More and more people around the world fall into this category. The emerging picture blows everything we've imagined out of the water!

Let's be honest with ourselves. Religion is something man has created in his attempt to understand the universe and there is no shame in that process. But, it is time to accept our own part in the creation of those stories and move forward into a new level of understanding.

We need to move beyond the parameters of separate disciplines and start using everything we know to grow and learn. The compartmentalizing of our existing knowledge (a product of each groups desire to be special) does us a huge dis-service.

There are wonderful truths to be found in the ancient texts, including the bible but also a great deal of self serving nonsense. The days of unthinking acceptance of religious ideas based on parents or cultural beliefs are disappearing and with it those organizations not capable of moving into a world where people understand we all affect one another with our individual and collective choices.

There is an interconnectedness to life that Mother earth is starting to show us very clearly.
We need to learn the lessons she is displaying.

Kristen Claire Jones


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Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Sadiq Gill - Islam and the Concept of 72 Virgins - A Sacred Belief

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Islam is a monotheistic religion founded by Muhammad, who is considered to be the last prophet of God. One aspect of Islam that is not much discussed is the concept of houris. Houris are beautiful virgin women who reside perpetually in paradise. Perhaps the nearest equivalent to them is the angels in Christianity and the apsara in Hindu thought. Apsara's are beautiful supernatural beings who are adept in dancing.In Islam the houris are perpetual virgins and the epitome of beauty. Islam says that houris are a reward to a true believer for following the injunctions and practices of Allah.

The concept of Houris is one of biggest motivating factor for Muslims. True followers of Islam believe that if they have been faithful to their faith and believed in Allah then they will be rewarded with perpetual virgins for their pleasure after death in heaven.

The Houri's in Quran

The Koran mentions about the Houris at a number of places. The stress is on female houris as all the characteristics mentioned are feminine. Various scholars have defined Houris as women who are pure virgins who stand and await the arrival of the true believers as a reward for a lifetime of devotion to God. The Koran refers to Houris as 'spotless virgins' and 'eternal beautiful and pure wives"

Significance of the Houris for Muslims

For Muslims the concept of Houris has a special significance. They believe that a true believer who has lived his life as a good Muslim will be rewarded on his death with a number of young boys and 72 beautiful virgins. The Koran does not mention the number of virgins but the Hadiths specify the number as 72.

These virgins are termed 'eternal virgins' as they have the god given quality of regenerating their hymens. They will give endless pleasures to the man and believer.

Various Islamic sources describe many characteristics of these Houris. The Quran promises men voluptuous virgins. Many characteristics of the virgins have been described in various Islamic sources. They are supposed to be voluptuous and full breasted. Some Islamic scholars have described the Houris as having 'large, round breasts' which are not inclined to hang. They have wide and beautifully eyes and are hairless, except for the eyebrows and head.

The concept of 72 virgins is also used to entice young Muslims into carrying out 'Martyrdom operations' and terrorist acts with the promise of 72 virgins in paradise. In one case young Muslim teenage boys from Britain, were told to train with AK-47 rifles and promised 72 virgins in paradise if they died as religious martyr

The Quran Chapters 52 to 56 refer to Houris. (Refer: The Quran 55:56; 55:58; 78:33; 56:12; 52:16-17, 24; 56:35-38; 52:20)

The belief in Houris is strong in Islam. It is one of the beliefs that is unquestionable and sacrosanct.


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