So don't leave me alone!
March 31, 2010
March 30, 2010
A letter to Muslim women.
I've posted this "letter" somewhere before (on the other blog that me and my friends manage, on facebook I think) bt tht ws probably years ago. But I'd like to post this again, if you've read this, read it again :) it's worth it, and it's beautiful. You won't regret.
Between the Israeli assault on Lebanon and the Zionist “war on terror,” the Muslim world is now center stage in every American home. I see the carnage, death and destruction that have befallen Lebanon, but I also see something else: I see you.
I can’t help but notice that almost every woman I see is carrying a baby or has children around her.. I see that though they are dressed modestly, their beauty still shines through. But it’s not just outer beauty that I notice. I also notice that I feel something strange inside me: I feel envy. I feel terrible for the horrible experiences and war crimes that the Lebanese people have suffered, being targeted by our common enemy.
But I can’t help but admire your strength, your beauty, your modesty, and most of all, your happiness. Yes, it’s strange, but it occurred to me that even under constant bombardment, you still seemed happier than we are, because you were still living the natural lives of women. The way women have always lived since the beginning of time. It used to be that way in the West until the 1960s, when we were bombarded by the same enemy. Only we were not bombarded with actual munitions, but with
subtle trickery and moral corruption.
Through Temptation
They bombarded us Americans from Hollywood, instead of from fighter jets or with our own American-made tanks. They would like to bomb you in this way too, after they’ve finished bombing the infrastructure of your countries. I do not want this to happen to you. You will feel degraded, just like we do. You can avoid this kind of bombing if you will kindly listen to those of us who have already suffered serious casualties from their evil influence. Because everything you see coming out of Hollywood is a pack of lies, a distortion of reality, smoke and mirrors. They present casual sex as harmless recreation because they aim to destroy the moral fabric of the societies into which they beam their poisonous programming. I beg you not to drink
their poison. There is no antidote for it once you have consumed it. You may recover partially, but you will never be the same. Better to avoid the poison altogether than to try to heal from the damage it causes.
They will try to tempt you with their titillating movies and music videos, falsely portraying us American women as happy and satisfied, proud of dressing like prostitutes, and content without families. Most of us are not happy, trust me. Millions of us are on anti-depressant medication, hate our jobs, and cry at night over the men who told us they loved us, then greedily used us and walked away. They would like to destroy your families and convince you to have fewer children. They do this by presenting marriage as a form of slavery, motherhood as a curse, and being modest and pure as old-fashioned. They want you to
cheapen yourself and lose your faith. They are like the Serpent tempting Eve with the apple. Don’t bite.
Self-Value
I see you as precious gems, pure gold, or the “pearl of great value” spoken of in the Bible (Matthew 13: 45). All women are pearls of great value, but some of us have been deceived into doubting the value of our purity. Jesus said: “Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you” (Matthew 7: 6). Our pearls are priceless, but they convince us that they’re cheap. But trust me; there is no substitute for being able to look in the mirror and seeing purity, innocence and self-respect staring back at you. The fashions coming out of the Western sewer are designed to make you believe that your most valuable asset is your sexuality. But your beautiful dresses and veils are actually sexier than any Western fashion, because they cloak you in mystery and show self-respect and confidence. A woman’s sexuality should be guarded from unworthy eyes, since it should be your gift to the man who loves and respects you enough to marry you. And since your men are still manly warriors, they deserve no less than your best. Our men don’t even want purity anymore. They don’t recognize the pearl of great value, opting for the flashy rhinestone instead. Only to leave her too!
Your most valuable assets are your inner beauty, your innocence, and everything that makes you who you are. But I notice that some Muslim women push the limit and try to be as Western as possible, even while wearing a veil (with some of their hair showing). Why imitate women who already regret, or will soon regret, their lost virtue? There is no compensation for that loss. You are flawless diamonds. Don’t let them trick you into becoming rhinestones. Because everything you see in the fashion magazines and on Western television is a lie. It is Satan’s trap. It is fool’s gold.
A Woman’s Heart
I’ll let you in on a little secret, just in case you’re curious: pre-marital sex is not even that great. We gave our bodies to the men we were in love with, believing that that was the way to make them love us and want to marry us, just as we had seen on television growing up. But without the security of marriage and the sure knowledge that he will always stay with us, it’s not even enjoyable! That’s the irony. It was just a waste. It leaves you in tears. Speaking as one woman to another, I believe that you understand that already. Because only a woman can truly understand what’s in another woman’s heart. We really are all alike. Our race, religion or nationalities do not matter. A woman’s heart is the same everywhere. We love. That’s what we do best. We nurture our families and give comfort and strength to the men we love. But we American women have been fooled into believing that we are happiest having careers, our own homes in which to live alone, and freedom to give our love away to
whomever we choose.
That is not freedom. And that is not love. Only in the safe haven of can a woman’s body and heart be safe to love. Don’t settle
for anything less. It’s not worth it. You won’t even like it and you’ll like yourself even less afterwards. Then he’ll leave you.
Self-Denial
Sin never pays. It always cheats you. Even though I have reclaimed my honor, there’s still no substitute for having never been dishonored in the first place. We Western women have been brainwashed into thinking that you Muslim women are oppressed. But truly, we are the ones who are oppressed; slaves to fashions that degrade us, obsessed with our weight, begging for love from men who do not want to grow up. Deep down inside, we know that we have been cheated. We secretly admire and envy you, although some of us will not admit it. Please do not look down on us or think that we like things the way they are. It’s not our fault. Most of us did not have fathers to protect us when we were young because our families have been
destroyed. You know who is behind this plot.
Don’t be fooled, my sisters. Don’t let them get you too. Stay innocent and pure. We Christian women need to see what life is really supposed to be like for women. We need you to set the example for us, because we are lost. Hold onto your purity.
Remember: you can’t put the toothpaste back in the tube. So guard your “toothpaste” carefully! I hope you receive this advice in the spirit in which it is intended: the spirit of friendship, respect, and admiration.
From your Christian sister with love.
By Joanna Francis - Writer, Journalist - USA
* This article is republished with the kind permission of the author..
The original can be found on Crescent and the Cross. Joanna Francis is
a writer and journalist. She manages her own blog.
I can’t help but notice that almost every woman I see is carrying a baby or has children around her.. I see that though they are dressed modestly, their beauty still shines through. But it’s not just outer beauty that I notice. I also notice that I feel something strange inside me: I feel envy. I feel terrible for the horrible experiences and war crimes that the Lebanese people have suffered, being targeted by our common enemy.
But I can’t help but admire your strength, your beauty, your modesty, and most of all, your happiness. Yes, it’s strange, but it occurred to me that even under constant bombardment, you still seemed happier than we are, because you were still living the natural lives of women. The way women have always lived since the beginning of time. It used to be that way in the West until the 1960s, when we were bombarded by the same enemy. Only we were not bombarded with actual munitions, but with
subtle trickery and moral corruption.
Through Temptation
They bombarded us Americans from Hollywood, instead of from fighter jets or with our own American-made tanks. They would like to bomb you in this way too, after they’ve finished bombing the infrastructure of your countries. I do not want this to happen to you. You will feel degraded, just like we do. You can avoid this kind of bombing if you will kindly listen to those of us who have already suffered serious casualties from their evil influence. Because everything you see coming out of Hollywood is a pack of lies, a distortion of reality, smoke and mirrors. They present casual sex as harmless recreation because they aim to destroy the moral fabric of the societies into which they beam their poisonous programming. I beg you not to drink
their poison. There is no antidote for it once you have consumed it. You may recover partially, but you will never be the same. Better to avoid the poison altogether than to try to heal from the damage it causes.
They will try to tempt you with their titillating movies and music videos, falsely portraying us American women as happy and satisfied, proud of dressing like prostitutes, and content without families. Most of us are not happy, trust me. Millions of us are on anti-depressant medication, hate our jobs, and cry at night over the men who told us they loved us, then greedily used us and walked away. They would like to destroy your families and convince you to have fewer children. They do this by presenting marriage as a form of slavery, motherhood as a curse, and being modest and pure as old-fashioned. They want you to
cheapen yourself and lose your faith. They are like the Serpent tempting Eve with the apple. Don’t bite.
Self-Value
I see you as precious gems, pure gold, or the “pearl of great value” spoken of in the Bible (Matthew 13: 45). All women are pearls of great value, but some of us have been deceived into doubting the value of our purity. Jesus said: “Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you” (Matthew 7: 6). Our pearls are priceless, but they convince us that they’re cheap. But trust me; there is no substitute for being able to look in the mirror and seeing purity, innocence and self-respect staring back at you. The fashions coming out of the Western sewer are designed to make you believe that your most valuable asset is your sexuality. But your beautiful dresses and veils are actually sexier than any Western fashion, because they cloak you in mystery and show self-respect and confidence. A woman’s sexuality should be guarded from unworthy eyes, since it should be your gift to the man who loves and respects you enough to marry you. And since your men are still manly warriors, they deserve no less than your best. Our men don’t even want purity anymore. They don’t recognize the pearl of great value, opting for the flashy rhinestone instead. Only to leave her too!
Your most valuable assets are your inner beauty, your innocence, and everything that makes you who you are. But I notice that some Muslim women push the limit and try to be as Western as possible, even while wearing a veil (with some of their hair showing). Why imitate women who already regret, or will soon regret, their lost virtue? There is no compensation for that loss. You are flawless diamonds. Don’t let them trick you into becoming rhinestones. Because everything you see in the fashion magazines and on Western television is a lie. It is Satan’s trap. It is fool’s gold.
A Woman’s Heart
I’ll let you in on a little secret, just in case you’re curious: pre-marital sex is not even that great. We gave our bodies to the men we were in love with, believing that that was the way to make them love us and want to marry us, just as we had seen on television growing up. But without the security of marriage and the sure knowledge that he will always stay with us, it’s not even enjoyable! That’s the irony. It was just a waste. It leaves you in tears. Speaking as one woman to another, I believe that you understand that already. Because only a woman can truly understand what’s in another woman’s heart. We really are all alike. Our race, religion or nationalities do not matter. A woman’s heart is the same everywhere. We love. That’s what we do best. We nurture our families and give comfort and strength to the men we love. But we American women have been fooled into believing that we are happiest having careers, our own homes in which to live alone, and freedom to give our love away to
whomever we choose.
That is not freedom. And that is not love. Only in the safe haven of can a woman’s body and heart be safe to love. Don’t settle
for anything less. It’s not worth it. You won’t even like it and you’ll like yourself even less afterwards. Then he’ll leave you.
Self-Denial
Sin never pays. It always cheats you. Even though I have reclaimed my honor, there’s still no substitute for having never been dishonored in the first place. We Western women have been brainwashed into thinking that you Muslim women are oppressed. But truly, we are the ones who are oppressed; slaves to fashions that degrade us, obsessed with our weight, begging for love from men who do not want to grow up. Deep down inside, we know that we have been cheated. We secretly admire and envy you, although some of us will not admit it. Please do not look down on us or think that we like things the way they are. It’s not our fault. Most of us did not have fathers to protect us when we were young because our families have been
destroyed. You know who is behind this plot.
Don’t be fooled, my sisters. Don’t let them get you too. Stay innocent and pure. We Christian women need to see what life is really supposed to be like for women. We need you to set the example for us, because we are lost. Hold onto your purity.
Remember: you can’t put the toothpaste back in the tube. So guard your “toothpaste” carefully! I hope you receive this advice in the spirit in which it is intended: the spirit of friendship, respect, and admiration.
From your Christian sister with love.
By Joanna Francis - Writer, Journalist - USA
* This article is republished with the kind permission of the author..
The original can be found on Crescent and the Cross. Joanna Francis is
a writer and journalist. She manages her own blog.
March 27, 2010
March 21, 2010
When Hairi Met (Mahsuri first, then) Sue Li
Last night, the MSO-MSU organized a Malaysian Cultural Night 2010 at the Hannah Community Center, Abbott Road. About 250+ audience showed up for the event :) Thank you very much fr your support!
So anyway, "When Hairi Met Sue Li" is a sketch which includes the Malaysian cultural elements (Mahsuri, dikir barat, tarian kurik kundi, silat, kompang, Malay wedding, tarian muhibbah) We also tried to make it as Malaysian as possible with the sepak takraw, tampi beras, nelayan, teh tarik, roti canai, warung, etc.
Here's how the story goes; Hairi was attracted to Mahsuri and tried to win her heart with the dikir barat. Aww, haha. Then the moment he admitted his love to her, Mahsuri was caught by the orang kampung because she was framed of adultery. She was sentence to death ;( Hairi was frustrated, sat by himself all alone at the kampung. Sue Li and her friends decided to cheer him up with the tarian kurik kundi. Sue Li also invited Hairi to join the dance which he did, aww :) it was very sweet! But after the dance, 3 samseng decided to mengorat Sue Li. Gasp. Hairi was pushed aside but luckily, his friends were there to the rescue. The 3 samseng and 3 friends of Hairi's bersilat like gentlmen and of course, the good guys won. yay! Hairi and Sue Li was saved and they fell in love :) Looks like cupid had struck his arrow again on Hairi. They finally got married and live happily ever after, The play ended with a tarian muhibbah. TAMMAT :)
Hairi and Mahsuri
dikir barat
tarian kurik kundi
silat
meet Abby
meet Pobin
Nor, Abby, Syue, Effa, Feeqa
meet Farah
meet Aliff
backstage :)
girls' dressing room :)
March 19, 2010
March 16, 2010
Hey, don't hate!
I was working on my exhibition materials for Malaysian Night regarding my country, Malaysia when I came across some disturbing articles and comments regarding my country and my religion.
First off, they're (people who obvious are not from Malaysia) making a huge deal about singers/bands who performed/will be performing in Malaysia who were asked to cover up their fake boobies and asses. The article also stated that the Malaysian Gov asked Fergie to wear a burka. Oh come on! Be serious people. Have they seen how Malaysian women dressed like? Regardless of any religion, yes, Malaysian women are more covered up compared to the west but, seriously, don't shit about the gov asking Fergie to wear burka.
Now, I'm not really pissed about the article, because the media is always decorating the actual news anyway but I'm super pissed with the comments. I'm guessing that they don't even know where Malaysia is actually. Idk, don't hate. Don't brag. Don't think you're so good and my country is so super oppressed! Urgh. Don't write 2 paragraphs of comments, criticizing my country based on an article which only has 20% of truth in it. Blah blah blah!
Secondly, don't, idk, I can't stop what people want to say. But seriously, don't simply be big mouth and say things about my religion. Don't hate Muslims. We believe in different things, so? You think you're so cool that you can make fun of Allah publicly on the website, a bunch of you? I'm so glad that none of the Muslims even bother to reply the sick comments. Yeah, I should ignore. But I'm pissed at the same time.
Okay, that's my rant for now. Sensitive issue, I know. Sorry. Not pointing fingers. Just giving my opinion. It's almost 10pm and I still have tons to do.
x
ps, friends (I know org yg same je kn who reads my blog, hahahah), check out my Ketua Batch, Aiman's blog http://ibnuazlan.blogspot.com/
I like the topics that he touch about. Worth reading and following :)
March 12, 2010
the so-called creative side of me
oh hello, I drew this a few minutes ago.
with my heart not my hands.
it took me a while to draw this.
i'm not sure who/what inspired me, but hey, a picture is worth a thousand words.
March 9, 2010
March 3, 2010
Invisible Permanent Ink
Helpless and losing faith,
A silent tornado inside the heart.
Grief and sorrow.
Everyone's feeling the loss,
Everyone's praying.
He loves you more, He knows better,
You're safe now.
Life must go on,
But sweet memories remain, till the end.
Al-Fatihah for your loved ones who left.
ps/
Be strong Dan, Aida. I can't say that I feel your pain, but I do feel the pain.
You guys are the sweetest to him.
May Allah bless him.
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