Rebra's page

This is just my little take on the world, it just feels so good to let loose with my ideas, thoughts and well-whatever! i appologise for poor spelling, still figuring out the spell check on this thing - all the views expressed below are my own!

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Beware: Deception up ahead

Peace be upon you.

I must begin with the same introduction as per the last few postings, my sincerest apologies for hardly posting at all over the past few months. To be honest, the whole blogging novelty has worn off very fast and I seriously had no intention of posting anything at all. A few days ago I was speaking to a very dear friend of mine and we were speaking about something very serious, I said very freely “why don’t I put it on my blog so at least three people will read it” and she said that she would want me to on condition that I keep her identity secret. By the way I don’t just haphazardly write anything anyone would like me to write on-I might just run the risk of actually adding value to this space on the net.

This is a story-no, not story, reality-of a woman betrayed, lied to and quite honestly hurt in a way that I pray is unfathomable to anyone reading this. With tears in my eyes and a hope to change many dismal future realities of wonderful loving women I convey this truth about a woman I love and adore greatly.

My friend (whom I shall call Joan for anonymity) is a beautiful, outgoing, loving, sensitive and outspoken (sometimes waaaaay too outspoken) woman. I’m not going to delve into any particulars about her studies or anything like that as it might well affect her anonymity. Joan was dating what seemed to be a decent guy and her studies were going well and her life as a whole seemed headed in a good direction. One evening, not too long ago, she and her boyfriend had sex. This was the only man Joan had ever slept with. They had intercourse a few times over the period of about a year, not on a very frequent or regular basis though. A few days after one time Joan had had sex, she found that she had much itching and other symptoms that led her to believe she had contracted an STD. After consultation with a doctor, it was found that she had Trichomoniasis, an STD. That was easily treated. She did inform her partner of this and he began acting a bit strange and defensive and only admitted to once having oral sex with another woman, he insisted this only happened once and although the situation was certainly not as uncomplicated as I make it sound, that was the crux of what happened. Their relationship continued pretty much in the same way for a few months later and she eventually decided (after a bit of pressure from certain people) to have herself tested for HIV. She did and the results showed that she was HIV positive.

She confronted her partner about this and to this day he refuses to accept the truth. It was also discovered after some “investigation” that he has had sex on more than one occasion with prostitutes. He moved overseas two months ago and pretty much disappeared off the face of the earth. We have informed his family about this and are trying to make some contact with him, Joan still asks for just some closure and more importantly, who else has he done this to.

Joan still asks questions as to why she didn’t leave him earlier when she found she had an STD, why she stuck with him when he became distant and more importantly how could someone she trusted so deeply betray her. The signs were undoubtedly staring her in the face-in fact I remember telling her that on more than one occasion, how could she let herself get so used?

The reality is we often deny the blatant facts ourselves as a way of holding on to some fairy-tale like life. Another sad reality that has been my want to write this is that Joan is not unique-maybe her exact situation is unique-but her reality is faced by far too many people.

Now I’m not going to go on a whole religious rampage of what is right and wrong, I’m not going to take some moral high road of righteousness or anything of that sort. I am not even going to distort this reality with any opinions or morals. You decide what this means to you. Joan did ask me to quote her somewhere near the end though: “It isn’t your fault you were deceived-that is beyond you-it is the fault of the person that deceived you-unless of-course you deceived yourself.”

I thank you Joan for everything you have taught me these past few months and for all the inspiration and motivation you have given me. How you can have a happier
outlook on life than me is utterly unbelievable. I thank you for taking the starting steps in sharing your story, and yes I do look forward to the book :) hopefully you can help many people in desperate need of your support.

Saturday, March 18, 2006

April Fools' fools

Peace be upon you.

I recently received an email which has been "playing on my mind" (unfortunately there is not alot of things that play on my mind-so this may seem very trivial) but i just needed a soapbox to stand on and voice my thoughts and feelings.

The email was titled "April Fools Day" and was sent to me on the 16th of March, so although the idiot that wrote this email aptly named it (you will see later on why that in itself is a feat not to be scoffed at) he/she/"it" still got the calender a bit wonky. The content of the email, which honestly doesn't even deserve any space on my little blog, condemned April Fools' Day as a day that Christians celebrate in honor of "defeating and colonizing Spain" from the hands of the Muslims. If this is not enough of an insult to our intellect, the email further speaks of how the Christians gave the Muslim Spaniards alcohol which was greatly consumed by youth and weakened the "taqwa" of the muslims which led to their defeat and that is why it "wrong" to celebrate this day.

Now before i give my two-cent worth of opinion, let me just give a little backround to this day. Up untill the late sixteenth century most of the world largely bassed their calenders on the equinox hence in many cultures the their new year is from the last week of March till 1st April, comonly referred to as New Years' Week. there are some ancient cultures that still acknowledge this week. During 1582, Pope Gregory XIII declared that the new year would begin on the 1st January, and this is the calendar we follow (hence referred to as the Gregorian Calendar). When this change came into effect many people did not know of it or were not too pleased about the change and stayed with tradition. These people were very much in the minority and were mocked at by the majority who followed the new calendar. This mockery which later evolved into prank invitations was labelled "poisson d'avril" which is French for "April Fish" (the reason for this was that a young fish is easily caught) and often a drawing of a fish was stuck onto the backs of people caught. Eventually this became a widely accepted day of pranking and different cultures even formed different types of light-hearted traditions which continues in the form of silly pranks today.

The History of Spain is one of great importance but great length and i have been asked to keep my postings shorter so no space for that here. Needless to say however that there is absolutely no connection between Spain, April Fools' Day, youth and alcohol (well, youth and alcohol may sometimes be synonymous-and April Fools' Day another quencher in the thirst for stupid excuses- but Spain and any part of the Islamic Empire has absolutely no significance to this light-hearted day).

Now the question I pose to all three of you reading this page is this: "why would someone pull such a load of crap out of thin air and what did they aim to achieve?" Maybe it was someone who feels that we should comdemn all youth to hell, or possibly that alcohol is going to destroy the world, or possibly that email was a pre-emtive April Fools Day message, or maybe it was just a really sad, lonely and depressed person who hates seeing other people enjoy a fun day of pranks. In the latter case we should all go give that person a warm hug and tell them the world loves them. So if you are one of the unfortunate people to receive such an email-reply to the person who sent it to you and tell them just that-"the world loves you, it is not out to get you, peace be upon you".

So, happy pranking to all you wonderful people and remember, the world loves you.

Monday, February 06, 2006

picture this

Peace be upon you

I must begin this with my sincerest apologies, to both my Blog enthusiasts (yeah all three of you) and to the not so enthusiastic peeps who love giving me entertainment for the weeks to come but keep the discussion good and my hits high. I was hectically busy these past few weeks, well not really, it’s just that I’ve been pulling many hours at work and my boss is not too impressed by me being too much on the net. Added to that I don’t really know why I just been so damn lazy to update but there are few hot postings on the way so please tell me you guys haven’t forgotten about poor old me.

Why I decided to write this piece, well, honestly, this whole cartoon fiasco just seems way too good to let slip by. And I know you all are going to hate me for my take on it but like all the papers around the world have come to realize with the same immoral attention seeking as I suffer from-ALL PUBLICITY IS GOOD PUBLICITY. ESPECIALLY WHEN THE DUMBASS MUSLIMS OPEN THEIR MOUTHS.

Here’s my reality, I haven’t posted something on my blog for a while and everybody has nicely forgotten about me so what do I do to make a damn good comeback-I say something that will have all you immature freaks and “mature protestors” up in arms again and whoo-hoo Riyaadh’s back in the game!!! (especially if someone says boycott this blog, and then gives the url ( that’s like leaving a Playboy magazine on a 16 year-old boys’ bed with a note saying: “don’t look at this” )

Now for the crux of the issue-some editor or hotshot of some unknown paper in the middle of some weird European country decides to ask for cartoons depicting the Prophet (SAW). His/her/their reasoning - possibly because this subject matter wasn’t covered before and he/she/they thought “lets do something new”. Or possibly because he/she/they hate all Muslims and have declared a total war against Islam because Satan (the free masons/ jews/ shias/ west/ youth/ women/ whatever-else-tickles-your-fancy) was whispering some freaky stuff in their ears. Or the more real reality, they needed some publicity and knew they would get a real kick out of the Muslims.

A few weeks down the line, Denmark is being mentioned more than America in news bulletins, the Jyllands-Posten has probably become one of the most talked about news-papers in the world and I am betting news paper sales have soared beyond unthinkable heights over the last few weeks with every major media company that has decided to run a similar story.

And why? Because Muslims are up in arms about a few little drawings. My question is this: “Is Islam, and our beloved leader Muhammed (SAW) so weak and so pathetic that it needs our protection and can be affected by ink on a page?” above that, those drawings were tasteless, tactless and absuredly rude and disrespectful. Why are we even entertaining it? Can’t we just write a few letters and show the idiots that did this that we do not find humour in it, we are hurt but not mildly harmed by it and we are Muslims and we do not stoop to such lows.

Not that I am saying it is entirely wrong for Muslims to try and exert pressure on governments and whatever else, it is part of the whole freedom of speech crap yadda yadda yadda, but I’m simply asking “Is it tactful for us to do free advertising for fools?”

As far as bad taste cartoons depicting Prophets and other great leaders go, there have always been, just do a Google search for “Jesus cartoon”. Why have we never protested against this or other such depictions, are they not also Prophets of Islam? What messed up methodology are we using? And here’s another thought, Muhammed was not only a Prophet but also a political might, have any political figures ever not been tastelessly mocked at-at least with many others there were flaws to play on-in this case it is playing on the flaws and stupidity of the Muslims-now there’s a bottomless pot of inspiration.

I say we say, in a mature sense, as some youth called their protest at the Danish Embassy in South Africa, that yes there is freedom of speech and everyone is entitled to think what they may but we all know the great undying and unaffected truth of the greatest person to walk the Earth. We are too big for this and we are now going to ignore this childish mockery and go save a few million kids dying of malnutrition each year and go help a few million people living with Aids and go try and improve the lives of humanity while you draw pretty little pictures that are tasteless and face it, without us running your publicity campaign no-one would read your bullsh1t paper!

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

MiXed up!!!

Peace be upon you.

To all the fanatics and fanatically avowed “critics” of my blog, my apologies for the late posting of this piece. I have been extremely busy doing very little but somehow just didn’t find the time to post.

Thankfully, MXit was not one of the things keeping me busy. Now I know that almost everyone who reads this should know what MXit is but for the benefit of the older generation and those who just came back from Mars, I will first give a brief introduction before I condemn its very existence.

MXit (and it is written exactly like that-probably stands for message exchange it- or something catchy like that) is a new software that can be downloaded onto your mobile. It allows you to send messages of up to 2000 characters to other MXit users and also to people on their pc. It can be used globally and costs no more than 2c (South Africa) per message. More importantly however it is absolutely free to download and the only requirements you need to use this wonderful technology is a phone that has a GPRS modem and color screen.

Most of what I wrote above was wiffwaff I took almost verbatim off their website, now for the layman’s terminology: “It is a glorified chat program that takes chat from being an occasional pass time on the computer to being a free-for-all chat that can be accessed by any dimwit with any recently released cell-phone.”

Now don’t get me wrong, on occasion I am a die-hard chat fanatic and I am not some freak that believes all chat is wrong and wadda wadda waddda, but what I have noticed recently has disturbed me enough to pull me away from chatting on mIRC and write this piece. Everywhere I go, there are people (ranging from like 14 right up to mid twenties) that are busy wearing down their thumbs, making annoying clicking sounds and focusing solely on their phone. The only place this isn’t happening yet is in department stores where employees’ use of their personal phones is restricted by management when they are busy working and even then there are the occasional addicts unable to control their anti-social whimsical desires.

The first real revolution in youth-damaging technological communication was internet chat. This along with internet in general had people saying “Oh this is interesting” but not really understanding it entirely and the old dinosaurs as usual were up in arms over it. The reality however was that this was to become something significant yet did have a general kind of protection against dangerously destroying our lives as it was completely immobile for most if not all of young users. 3G wasn’t invented, nor were GPRS modems readily available for computers and almost no kid had a laptop, so unless they walked around with a 10Kg Pc and adapter cords and modems and big-ass screens internet chat was pretty much restricted to personal boredom time at home.

And why didn’t it destroy our youth? Well simply put, some users did become chat-abusers and some were even getting into weird stuff and meeting strangers and all that but by far the general population of young ones simply got distracted greatly from chat when they had the little opportunity of chatting maybe a few times a week. Here’s one of the scenarios; young boy sitting alone at pc has an option of becoming a chat addict or studying anatomy on Pamela Andersons’ website-no prizes for guessing what he chose. But besides that there were many other healthy and also unhealthy distractions and well even if all they did when on the net was chat, because of the immobility factor, it still was greatly restricted.

The next revolution was an almost complete and utter flop if you look at it in light of youth-damaging technological communication. What I’m referring to is none other than every Tom Dick and Harry having access to the latest top-of-the-line mobile. This new fad was amazing in that it was completely unmonitored and totally mobile, however, way too expensive to be abused enough to damage the youth, if the youth were going to self-destruct using this method, drugs would be a more fun way to go. So fine they all began having their own numbers and having secret luvvy duvvy conversations and sms chats but that just couldn’t be accessed all the time with the result it never took off in quite damaging proportions.

The third revolution, the MXit revolution, is in my arrogant opinion the true youth damager and this is the one that needs the dinosaurs up in arms and needs some serious intervention by all. Although I am going to speak only about MXit, I am referring to all forms of internet-based chat from a cell phone. This is very much based on the previous two with advantages from both less the disadvantages. It’s cheap, readily accessible and completely mobile!

Now why am I so ardently against this? There are many very bad side effects associated with any non-face-to-face form of communication. When you speak to someone over the phone-that is probably the closest or most similar to real face-to-face communication and is by far the best remedy for instances when face-to-face communication is impossible or inconvenient. Again I will say this, (so as to stress my point-duh), it is a remedy for when face-to-face communication is unavailable, not as a replacement of face-to-face communication. Email and sms are remedies for when even phone communication is impossible or difficult. Again, they are remedies, not replacements. The reality is that phone, email and sms (and even some instances of internet chat-like with someone oversees) are none other than remedies for when face-to-face communication is not a viable option-they are not forms of communication and should not be considered as such.

That being said, I now turn to the reality of what “chat” is fast becoming-a replacement of face-to-face communication, i.e.: an entirely new form of communication. When I say this, I am not referring to the evolving manner in which people using their mobiles type words, this is part of evolution-as messed up as it may be-its nt dngrous,jus litl irtatin if u dnt undrstnd. What I am speaking of is the fact that people are forming a dangerous useless form of communicating with each other, much the same as how speech itself was invented or how animals began conversing with each other-the flaw however is that this is the first non face-to-face communication ever invented and it has serious ramifications. That subject as a whole however, I will not speak about now-saving that for when I need a 200page sociology thesis.

The first gripe I have with chat from a phone is that it is begging people to procrastinate. Whenever you just feel a little bored or have something that you need to do but looking for an excuse out-like studying-you simply whip out your phone and within about 20seconds you are hooked up with a good procrastination tool for the rest of whatever time you allocated to do something more productive yet less fun.

Secondly, and more importantly, it is an easy escape out of any situation a person would normally have to find another route out. That was a dam vague statement-I know. Let me give an example; you are sitting in a doctors’ waiting room, you are half an hour early while he/she is running an hour late, basically you have one and a half hours to kill. Normally one would now have to creatively find a way of occupying ones mind at this point in time. The usual options would be to find the most single looking attractive member of the opposite sex and strike up a conversation or read a few magazines, do a couple of crosswords, or even go outside and take a walk around the immediate area-many are now situated in shopping malls. Notice something with all the options I put forward, they all are about improving either your vocabulary and IQ or your social skills or some other useful skill (even if it’s something as trivial as walking around a shopping centre-its still stimulation for the mind). Now think about what kind of improvement (or lack of) will you be doing for yourself if you whip out your phone and start a fruitless boring chat with someone you either barely know or someone just as bored as you, also with an inability of creatively filling their boredom with something productive.

The third gripe I have against MXit and all the others is that it promotes a culture of communication behind an electronic, radioactive, cancer-inducing veil. This in effect seriously damages peoples’ ability to interact normally with other people when they are confronted face-to-face. It allows normally quiet and shy people to remain like that and although it may give people with insecurities the advantage of hiding behind anonymity it also teaches them about not confronting many issues head-on. Now, instead of having to face the big baddies when getting new friends and actually having to break the ice, they are simply chatting freely without knowing anything about “breaking the ice” or proper introduction to new friends.

The Fourth thing I hate about it – and yes I know I’m rambling on now – is the fact that if you don’t separate chat from reality you can grow serious feelings almost based entirely on how someone sounds on chat. Is this not a relatively flawed concept-you know, apart from the fact that you don’t even know the species of the person you are chatting to let alone the gender.

Many nights when I was bunking taraweeh during Ramadan and I would go outside the mosque to go chat with my buddies (other obsoletes that talk face-to-face) instead of seeing many young guys smoking it up, talking about their girlfriends or cars and just being guys they were now (majority, with few exceptions) all either sitting in cars or leaning against something busy clicking away their thumbs without even noticing me observing them in wide mouthed astonishment as if they were from a different galaxy. A friend of mine was out recently with a woman who was so obsessed with MXit that he recalls about a whole twenty minutes worth of conversation from about three hours spent together, in a restaurant! (Personally, I would have logged onto MXit found her and typed: “c u, thnks4nuthin now duck off!!!” – last bit predictive text) There have also been a few functions I have been to especially ones where there are more young people and most of them have become so dreadfully boring as everyone is literally sitting glued to their chat.

What is becoming of us? Are we all a bunch of freaks so scarred and useless at interpersonal communication that we resort to all this electronic stuff, even when in group situations? O’ people, I appeal to you this is really serious, I am certain that this new phase has already begun dropping students marks significantly and is really distracting them from studies and I also believe that we are entering a stage that is set for the dissolution or rather destruction of decent social etiquette and behavior which will be replaced by huge voids in minds gone lame from a lack of stimulation.

Saturday, November 12, 2005

Feedback from my jummah piece

Peace be upon you

after writing the little bit I wrote about the Jummah Khutbah in South Africa (see below) I got a lot of feedback I must say. Many people loved it, not for its nutritional value as much as for its humor, there were those that thought it was a bit pushing it slightly but were overall quite alright with it, then, of-course there were the fanatics who failed to see any humor at all in it and resorted to bashing me in many not-so-articulate ways. But i love it all the same, and would like to thank everyone for all the input they have given and continue to give, it means that at least many people are reading it - any publicity is good publicity.

i would just like to make a request though when people decide to bash my work - and there will be alot of that when i publish some of the other work im busy with - hehe -
Please do not out of desperation attack my spelling and grammer - politely correct me, i know its pathetic, but attacking me using spelling as an excuse is even more pathetic - you try figur out the spell check on this thing! (im from a genetation where we aren't taught how to spell-we only know how to click on the spell-check icon, and my pop-up blocker not making this too possible at moment)

keep the feedback coming, esp all you people that are calling me shia and liberalist and modernist and feminist and whatever else. (believe it or not) there was a person who emailed me and said i was out of the fold of islam-rock on!!!

Sunday, November 06, 2005

cansa shavathon

Peace Be upon you.

On Saturday, 5th nov, CANSA (cancer association, South Africa) held their annual shavathon where they attempted to raise up to R8million toward facilitating home-based care for cancer patients and cervical cancer research. (check out their website at Http:// The idea was a simple one, you could go to anywhere they were based (at almost all mojor shopping centres) and either have your hair shaved or coloured in some groovy colour. Check the pic and guess which one i opted for :)

I got many bedazzled, amused and hillarious responses when people saw me (including "So they finally found the person who stole your lawnmower"), but a more important question was "why not just colour your hair-it washes off the next day and you have such nice hair (check my older pic)?" So i just thought i would share my 2cent reasoning why i opted for the shave and how it has affected my life in anyway (to many this may not sound such a big deal, but to me it is. My hair is an integral part of me-like a handbag to a women or paintbrush to an artist).

As most people know, many cancer patients undergo chemotherapy which unfortunately leads to hair loss. Not all cancer patients but a significant amount. Also, statistics show that at least 1 in 4 South Africans can become a cancer statistic at some point in time. The idea of colouring your hair or shaving it is a way of raising this awareness and also showing the millions affected directly or indirectly that they are not alone in their battle and the world is here to lend support - not only financially but in any way we can - even if it sometimes can only be by a small gesture.

Externally, that was my intention - to show support. The reason i opted to rather shave my hair had internal motives. Firstly, as i mentioned above, i love my hair and would not in my right mind shave it-that made me think of the people undergoing chemotherapy and how they might feel (although they have many bigger problems to think about), especially women with long beautiful hair that took them ages to grow, and how would they be looked at in society, all the stares and comments and questions. Secondly, as a Muslim, we should be concerned permanantly about peoples' suffering. Often i end up being more wound up with my personal issues that i really do not think much of these people. Now, everytime i look in the mirror (which with a vain person like myself ends up being like a gazillion times a day) i think of these peoples' suffering, apreciate the life i have and also think of them in my prayers.

Overall, i reckon it was a good experience, will i do it again? who knows, not anytime soon though (at least not till i can run fingers through my hair without getting poked) and i reckon i looked way better with hair on, on the upside though, everytime i look in the mirror or feel my head, i get that sense of some self-contentment that comes with doing something good plus now i save on gel and haircuts for next couple of months (Dont be suprised if some Pakistani hair salons in Fordsburg begin closing).

lemme know what you think!

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Poetry section

Slms. check out my poem section at
still in process of becoming something beeg, letme know what you think. ps, the charming ones are not for use by anyone seeking to woe someone-get your own stuff!!!