And the next Pope is . . .

Really do not have any interest in this and neither do I have any stake. I am aware of the tense feelings that usually dominate the air when a Muslim engaged a Non-Muslims or a Christian engaged a Non-Christian and the likes in a discussion that affect the other faith, especially in a less friendly manner. In this light, I am conscious of what I say or right when it comes to inter-faith and religious-based issues, for anything said, even it is a public knowledge will be thrown and twisted back at you, such is the situation we have found ourselves. But, as a citizen of the world and a pursuant of moral society, it pains when one spot darkness where light supposed to be beaming. Well, I will not say anything more than this before some brainwashed fanatics would be raining curses on my page.

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It's Friday

Loaded sermon. Emphatically good attitudes. . . So many Muslims with beards, hijab, and all that can be traced to a Muslim whenever you see one is present with them. Admirable, but when you move closer to them, in businesses, homes, or public interactions you will begin to ask what effect does their look have on them. Some are purely fashionista some not but do not understand the tenet of Islam they practice. While Islam prescribes a dress code of not being a social nuisance, and not contributing to evil on earth, it is not all about the dress and appearance, attitude is key. Prophet Muhammed (S.A.W)is the best of all mankind as revealed in the Holy Qoran because of his attitudes. And Imam continues . . . Islamic channel . . . Back home as I lay back trying to relax and regain momentum to continue the task I left undone before leaving for Masjid, I tuned in to Islamic channel to have a glimpse of the activities of the glorious day, guess what, same topic was discussed. . . Show people people what Islam is not with your look but your attitudes. Thank you Imam for today's sermon, you hitted the nail just on the head and to that I say Jazakum Lahu Khaeran. As-salam alykun and jumat kareem.

Just before the dust settles

Everywhere was full of drama, as he disappeared form the public radar not long after the elections. There were mixed concerns likewise feelings from friends and foes, and March 5, 2013 after a long battle with cancer was the final day of his life, he took the final breath and rest the course of his pursuit on the shoulders of his admires and haters. The world have lost another gem, an Iconic leader. You will be remembered for what you stood for, what you said, the battle you won and that wish you lost, your victories and association with the commons, and surely what you are known for and did. Mahatma Gandhi was not, Lee Kuan Yew (LKY) and JF Kennedy(JFK) were not and so, you are not an angel just like them. For all your errs I believe history will absolves you like your mentor - F. Castro. I want to, just before the dust settles sympathise with the Venezuelans. Ina-lilahi Wa-hi-na Ile-hi Roji-hun. Rest in peace Hugo Rafael Chavez.

Leadership That Impoverishes (4)

The University days wasn't much better, not worse either, on the surface; of gorgeous nice architectural buildings and fanciful cars, and of cute girls and handsome dudes, of bizarre attitudes and amazing meekness, and above all, of seemingly vibrant looking people, you will tend to think all the odd things of the universe surround only you. But in the deep, underneath the surface, you will know that there are fake characters and there are, genuine and indeed people with real vigour and zeal. Unfortunately, you find darkness where light supposed to be beaming; in the latter, there are only very few you can find, not the one you think you know. Knowing this fact gave me an impetus, then I could take on my fears and bury inferiority complex, I discovered I was richer and hungary. I gave a soft fight and what I got was huge. There were moment of despair, of excessive perspiration out thin air, and of huge laughter, rib cracking joy and unimaginable victories. The best moment never seems obvious as to be mentioned really, but the not so bright moments were in the classrooms. I hated lectures and find it difficult to comprehend and follow out. Just hated it. Yet, I was never absent in any of those classes I claimed to hate. Judge me as you wish! On a fateful morning in one of our classes, I changed where I used to sit, often the window side or rear-front, to enjoy the gang of cluster guys at the back of the class. First finding, nobody was writing as the Professor representative dictates. Second finding, they had all the notes. They only made a writing gesture when he approaches them. There I began to get uneasy, I barely waited for the class to end when I asked where the note was from. So you don't have this he asked, gesturely I replied no. 'Well, I got this from a graduating student, and he added, ' there is no problem for Baba's note, it is everywhere, he has been using this note since he took Dr. X when he was an undergraduate' he mentioned. Dr. X was also our lecturer. Same note still in use since, I couldn't gather my thought until I lost out of class. Then we were in part one. My emotion was deeply attached to this, we were just being fed trash. I sought to derived joy outside of the classroom by reading multi-layered junks, yeah, anything readable, partaking in clubs activities and reading Again. Not a bookworm though. Can you get it now, I didn't have hatred for education, but the process.