... the more i want to say

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you…

IN PLAIN WORDS… two
(A dialog I just had)

Day of the Diminution,
26th dawn of the reign of Ganymede – bearer of the two streams,
Year of the Caminus Canis…

Toooot… – 1 missed call…1 msg receive – ‘guess you must be engaged, well, I’m of to bed’… tit tut tut tit tut tut tit tit tit tit (if you haven’t guessed yet, it’s the sound of numbers being dialed and what follow is the ringing tone)…toot toot…toot toot…

Princess : hello…

Demon : asalamualaikum… were you sleeping?

Princess : waalaikumsalam... hmmm…not yet, just getting cozy on my bed, what were you doing just now?

Demon : sorry, just came back from the mosque, it’s Friday night – there’s the yaasin recital. I didn’t bring my phone…

Princess : hmmm… anybody else in your house went to the mosque?

Demon : nope… they came back late form work… they didn’t have the opportunity to go…

Princess : hmm… odd…

Demon : odd? Why?

Princess : nothing…

Demon : nothing? Hmm… there must be something, or else you won’t say odd…

Princess : hmmm… ya la, it’s odd that you have to go to the mosque everyday. No normal guy would do that.

Demon : what do normal guys do then?

Princess : ya la… I’m not saying that it’s wrong to go to the mosque to pray and all that. But I think that it’s just too extreme, I mean, going there almost all of the day, don’t you think? Normal people don’t go to the mosque everyday you know?

Demon : then you are saying those doctors, engineers, dato’ and tan sri’s who did that are abnormal people?

Princess : ……

Demon : or, are you saying that those who go on ‘melepak’ an shopping complex stairs or coffee houses, or people who are still on the field, or people who spend their time till the wee time of night are much more better and can be considered as normal?

Princess : …I just don’t like it – it’s suffocating me…

Demon : suffocating you? In what ways? Am I forcing you to follow my way? Am I forcing you to wear the hijab? Is it by me going for jamaah (group prayers) implying or suggesting all that to you?

Princess : no… but you are scaring me, you are showing signs of extremism… I’m scared of our future together…

The dialog goes on for almost more than an hour – the rest were too lengthy and a bit of ‘cerita dalam kain’ (personal, if you are still wondering) for me.

The purpose of me showing this dialog I had with the women whom I really love is to show to you the impact on society that the terms RELIGIOUS FREEDOM, LIBERAL ISLAM, ISLAMIC FUNDEMENTALIST have. Most people I our society nowadays – use these term so very fondly and in manners that are so very intellect that we were blinded by the morbid impact that our action has on our religion and society. Be what religion or faith that you embrace – the victim would always be those who try to lessen the gap that they have with their god (or gods).

In my previous entry (IN PLAIN WORDS…) I have mentioned of my (so very lacking and inept) observation of these labeling. Furthermore, the existence of the ‘so very well read individuals’ in society (no offense to any quarter) that goes on and on and on debating or many would like to say ‘discussing’ the topic of religion. I do agree that Islam IS a religion that promotes discussions – but ever so often we so lavishly forget – the ADAB (ethics), the ILM (knowledge) and USRAH (direct translation would be group, but in this respect it would be open mindedness), thus we would see the re-inventing of - Islam, the followers of Islam, and (god forbids) Quran and hadith (I sincerely pray that its just the interpretation of these to source).

Many in our society nowadays, debated and discussed the matter of religion based on our personal views thus bringing to the intention of having personal motives be achieved. I am not saying that there are no rooms for personal views in Islam – I am saying that what ever personal views or believe that we have, it MUST be based on understanding of the topic at hand – and the only source of understanding MUST come from ILM – knowledge. It matters not what source of knowledge that we derived from, but it matters most that we should not be biased in seeking the knowledge (by this I meant to take and reject what we like without giving thought to it) or else injustice would be done and misconception would follow. Here’s a quote from Dan Brown, just something for us to ponder –

'Faith is a continuum, and we each fall on that line where we may. By attempting to rigidly classify ethereal concepts like faith, we end up debating semantics to the point where we entirely miss the obvious-that is, that we are all trying to decipher life's big mysteries, and we're each following our own paths of enlightenment.'
Dan Brown

To those who have left their much valued views and comments in my previous post and to those who would be reading my entries, I thank you. Forgive me if offense had been caused to any of your lovely, lovely souls.

...the more headaches i got...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you…

IN PLAIN WORDS…

Days of the Mundane and the Terrible,
23rd-24th dawn of the reign of Ganymede – bearer of the two streams,
Year of the Caminus Canis,

Hmmmm…

There are a few reasons why I wrote my entries in cryptic.

1. The entries that I wrote are the dailies thoughts, experience and observations that I have made during the days that have past in the thirty years that I have walked this earth. They are somewhat personal but they also resemble what most of us has become in this present time. Living life as a dead man.
2. I wrote the entries (although they are ridden by imperfections and misuse of words) in search of truths about being a human, in search of great intellects that wrote and posses such great thoughts; and have such great and wonderful ability to write and convey their thoughts in writings (just to name a few – Master Shariman at http://dementedreality.blogspot.com/, le County Byron at http://countbyron.blogspot.com/ and his brother at http://gukita.blogspot.com/, the sweet angel at http://minuseven.blogspot.com/, the learned kid, Miza at http://complicate-me.blogdrive.com/, the feisty lady with no ‘H’ at http://faranoh.blogspot.com/, the artful Master Najwa at http://khayalkhayal.blogspot.com/, and the beautifull cosmic traveler at http://cosmic-abyss.blogspot.com/.)
3. To learn of the beauty of the human mind and thoughts, as to humble my arrogant self.

For the past few months since I began to posts my entries, many of my objectives in doing this have been reached. I am humbled by the existence of these great minds and writers that I have chance by in this faceless realm. I have seen the war of words and learned to respect the thoughts of others.

IN PLAIN WORDS… I titled this entry as such due to my failure to further constraint my sadness, anger and disappointment to the degradation of humanity that I (so lacking-ly as many might agree) observed in our society. I’m not writing under the capacity of a devout Muslim (as I have sinned more than I have virtue) but rather as a disillusioned human being.

Over the past few days, we have seen many apt issues arises in this great nation of ours – particularly those pertaining to religion, human rights and what is being religious about. Many have strike swords and spears of words, power and notions as to champion their own thoughts and believe. Many slash down their so called opponents and claim triumph yet fail to realize that it is the wielder that is at lost – much like the old Malay saying “MENANG JADI ARANG, KALAH JADI ABU”.

RELIGION FREEDOM…

Nice sounding topics aren’t they? Even ‘nicer’ is the impact to society that they have. At present, many (be it muslims, so-called muslims and non-muslims) alike have fancied ourselves to “discuss” these issue. The non-muslims championed the cause of RELIGIOUS FREEDOM; the muslim liberals second the notion and the muslim fundamentalists retorts. But the question IS, is there any inkling at all that restricts religious freedom? Did the ONE (or ONEs – depending on what life-path you choose) who governs the earth, sky and sea ever IMPOSE (note that I’m all-cappings the word) the TEACHINGS on those who embrace paths that differs from ours? Or, it is us who are the ones that so arduously trying to do so? Which leads to the question for what reasons? Is it for the goodness of all man kind or for the benefits of one? Is the path that we have chosen to walk on is the most truthful of all? ARE WE THAT TRUTHFUL?

We fought; we champion the so called freedom as to challenge the authenticity of others based on what - our own distorted and confused interpretation of the religion that we embraced? I AM A MUSLIM. This religion that I embraced teach me to respect and uphold the principles of just and freedom. In the Quran, Allah has mentioned “La iqra ha fiddin” – there is no force in religion. It means that ISLAM is not a religion that force itself unto the believers of other faith (refer to sura Al-Kafirun) unto you your religion, and unto me my religion. Islam has never forced itself unto other religions. Islam advocates understanding, knowledge and respect (refer to Baqara:2:179, Alaq, 16:1 and Yunus:10:19). These advocacies are to thwart the disharmonic ambience between muslims and the non-muslims. It is my most utmost believes that other religion too promotes as such. So why must there be this distorted ‘ war’ between us?


ISLAM LIBERALS and ISLAM FUNDEMENTALISTS…

My question is how come such terms ever existed? Liberals and fundamentalists – for GOD sake we are muslims! We are of one faith! Both of these sides are at each other nerves, for what? To both I urge, learn, understand and have respect for each other. Islam has never EVER taught us to label each other as such. We proclaimed that we are such an intellect, but we slashed each other with such sharp retorts and remarks. Why?

To all, I plead, no I beg of you to seek truths and seek it with knowledge and understanding. Think of the future that will be to our children and our children’s children. Islam gives the right of freedom of thought and expression to all citizens of the Islamic state on the condition that it should be used for the propagation of virtue and truth and not for spreading evil and wickedness. The Islamic concept of freedom of expression is much superior to the concept prevalent in the West. Under no circumstances would Islam allow evil and wickedness to be propagated. It also does not give anybody the right to use abusive or offensive language in the name of criticism. It was the practice of the Muslims to enquire from the Holy Prophet whether on a certain matter a divine injunction had been revealed to him. If he said that he had received no divine injunction, the Muslims freely expressed their opinion on the matter.

Please!

...the more insignificant i'll be...

assalamualaikum and peace be upon you....

the present that was once...

'tis the time again,
where candles blown,
parties thrown,
well-wish shown,
a child grown.

'tis the time again,
where thirty summer ago,
smiles spark by a lil gurgle,
worries raised by a lil burp,

'tis the time again,
where thirty winters have past,
worries still last,
smiles worn fast.

...the more you'll know about me...

assalamualaikum and peace be upon you...

ME, IN NUMBERS


seven springs have past me by,
seven summers bring my draughts nigh,
seven autumns have left me dry,
seven winters left my heart to die...

but saved I was by six red knots and five staunch sticks...

six red knots that anchored me down,
six red knots that shaded me frown,
six red knots that keep me from drown,
six red knots that have forever guard my ground...

five staunch sticks have guide me rounds,
five staunch sticks have braced me from kissing the ground,
five staunch sticks have shooed me hounds,
five staunch sticks that I'm glad i found.

once...

four foul beast I have encounter,
four foul beast tore me like shredders,
four foul beast whose steps caused quaker,
four foul beast whose shed my whimpers...

but calm I was by three shining stars and two wrinkled hands...

three shining stars that have cowers the beasts,
three shining stars that have guided me form the east,
three shining stars that gave me heart ease,
three shining stars that I would never again release...

two wrinkled hands that I will forever kiss,
two wrinkled hands that gave me bliss,
two wrinkled hands that I would never want to miss,
two wrinkled hands that I would never again hiss.

all the numbers that make my heart rumble,
and all the numbers that shooed my trouble,
leads me to the ONE, that forever i will humble.

...the more i miss you...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you,

To The One

My life has never been much,
Everything I touch turn to dust,
Everything I kiss turn to rust,
Everything I glance will flee so fast.


Everything,
except your love,
everything except you.


Since you came,
I no longer remember the salty taste of tear,
I no longer remember the chill of fear,
I no longer remember the emptyness of no one near,

nor,
do I remember the things that hatred holds so dear.


But if ever,
your sweet smell be taken by haven's breath,

or,
your shadow shy by a face so bright,

or,
your voice be drown by a thunderous might,
or,
my presence causes you the thing call fright...


Would I ever,
remember the sweetness of a beautifull night,
or,
the warmth of a sun that shine so bright,
or,
the breeze that gave me all of my might,
or
the bed that rested me in times of plight?

...the darker my deeds are...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you…

These were the tales during future that hath cometh to past,
The deeds done which could never be undone,
During the lapses of time in which Apollo and Diana dance…

Day of the Ecclesiastical,
6th dawn of the reign of Ganymede – bearer of the two streams,
Year of the Caminus Canis,

"And be on they guard against the good and the just!
They would fain curcify those who devise their own virtue –
they hate the lonesome ones."
Friedrich Nietzsche

During the time that hath past, from the time Apollo no longer shine the brimstone walls of the Demon’s heart to this day where the is humbled by the warmth of hell, harmony hath once more calm the swords swung by the Demon and the Princess. But truth be told and enlightenment be hold, harmony brings not serenity and calmness brings forth no peace – for there is no more love but sympathy reigns in the Demon heart.

Sympathy for the roses that have died in the Princess’ path from Aetas to Naturae…

In the shades of Diana’s flowing gown, danced the Demon and the Princess. In the rhythm of the hymn of the children of the Nox Noctis, they sang to each other. The words seem similar, but the meanings are world apart.

The song of the burdened warrior does the Demon sung…

The song of the slaved lover does the princess chimed…

A conflicting understanding does both hold.

ooooIIIoooo

Day of the Blithe,
7th dawn of the reign of Ganymede – bearer of the two streams,
Year of the Caminus Canis,

Merry was in the air. ‘Twas the day before the day when the Vain Virgin, the youngest of two of the Happy Horrid Heirs will be wed. Well-wishers and Story-mongers all flock the palace courtyard – to help in the feast preparation and to add to their own damnation, to add to the happiness and to mount of hidden sadness, to show one kindness and to elevate all shrewdness…

(Those were the dealings in feasts of unions… especially in the unions of Happy Horrids Heirs – creatures that dwell in all communion and all walks. Be mindful O children of men! These are the creatures with faces of angels but hearts of the damned. These are the creatures that thrive on the meats of fallen siblings.)

The Demon is present at the preparation of the feast. Yes, these are creatures of hatred, but, the Demon must uphold the teachings of the One Beloved by the One True Master –

"Whoever believes in the One True Master and the Last Day should not hurt (trouble) his neighbor."

It is an obligatory responsibility that must be uphold, not to the flesh but to the one who created the flesh…

Then Diana comes, shooing away Apollo to his bed. Another obligatory responsibility hath to be held, this time, to the Regents and to the Jester. Jester too is holding a feast at his parent’s shack – a feast thrown in show of gratitude to the One Giver.

Funny…

Funny how the mortals easily forget – a show of gratitude to the One Giver thrown sincerely by the Jester is taken as a mere feast by those loosely binds by blood to him. Respect to the One True Master is but just a word dancing on their lips - an ambience of much similarity in the Vain Virgin’s matrimonial feast.

Late into the night, when heavy eyes were laid to rest…

Again, the little peace that Demon tasted is once again shattered…

Again, it is the by the soft sweet hands of the Princess…

Again, the Demon bleeds…

It is agonizing painful when two singers sung a song with conflicting tones, contradicting understanding and with great anomalistic enigmas. With the Sword of Broken Faith in the Demon’s hands and the Sword of Utopian Love in the Princess’ – a short but fatal battle ensue.

The blows were hard…

The wounds were deep…

But oddly, from the blood that bleeds from both of their wounds an odd peace blooms. To the Princess, it is a peace that would breeds love. To the Demon, it is a peace that would mark distance.

ooooIIIoooo

Day of the Terribles,
The day where the proud ceded,
10th dawn of the reign of Ganymede – bearer of the two streams,
Year of the Caminus Canis,

True, ‘twas the day the proud ceded. Ceding to what is the question to be answered…

To the Demon, he ceded his heart…

To the wrongful, they ceded pride…

To the proud, they ceded faith…

ooooIIIoooo

Day of the Diminution,
12th dawn of the reign of Ganymede – bearer of the two streams,
Year of the Caminus Canis.

The battle between the Demon and the Princess wounds not only his rotten flesh, again shaken the brimstone walls of his heart, but also shattered his Sword of Broken Faith…

Sword of Broken Faith…

A blade tampered from the bones of the Apostles, strengthened by the mind of the Inheritors of the Words of Truth, carved with the Markings of the Scriptures, sharpened by the stone of Dark Enlightenment, sheath by the skins of Camels of Abdication and mold to form by the hands of the One True Master…

Broken by the Demon’s debility.

In his debilitating state, Salax comes to visits. Salax the Intoxicating Beauty, one of the seven siblings of the Babel’s Herder, female bastard from the womb of the Bitch of Lucre. Her sweet sordid voices would weaken any man’s knee. Her morbid eyes would hurl the sturdiest of men in the depths of painful pleasures…

She kisses the Demon dry and dried the Demon is. She poured the sweet wine of Candor and drunken the Demon she does. She took the Demon hands, and they dance to the tunes of the Sirens…

Thus, the broken Sword of the Broken Faith is forever dented…

Thus, the weakened brimstone walls of the Demon’s heart is forever scarred…

ooooIIIoooo

Day of the Ecclesiastical,
13th dawn of the reign of Ganymede – bearer of the two streams,
Year of the Caminus Canis.

Forgiveness…

That is all left to be said…

That is all left to be found..

Will it be found? Only Kronus could tell.

“Almost might the heavens above be rent asunder while the angels hymn the praise of their Lord and ask forgiveness for those on the earth. Lo! The One True Master, He is the Forgiver, the Merciful.”
Book of Council; Scripture of Truths

“Then hymn the praises of thy Lord, and seek forgiveness of Him. Lo! He is ever ready to show mercy”
Book of Succour; Scripture of Truths

ooooIIIoooo

...the more winding roads i have to travel...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you…

Religion enabled society to organize itself to debate goodness, just as Greek drama had once done.

Edward Bond

O my God, what must a soul be like when it is in this state! It longs to be all one tongue with which to praise the Lord. It utters a thousand pious follies, in a continuous endeavor to please Him who thus possesses it.

Saint Teresa of Avila

Some persons think that they have to look like a hedgehog to be pious. William A. Sunday Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form. Rumi 'Tis all a Checker-board of Nights and days where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves, and mates and slays, and one by one back in the Closet lays.

Omar Khayyam

Swoooosh…....drip…..plink…….!.....

Swoooosh…....drip…..plink…….!.....

Swoooosh…....drip…..plink…….!.....

Drop by drop the colorless blood of glorified child of Agnus falls down to marbles floor of the Temple of Immotus – one of the One True Master’s temple in this land of the north. The Caminus Canis bite still trenchantly vivid on his chest. So do the invisible lash wounds from the Regents whip… So do the shivers that come from a brisk brush with the ghosts of strayed Ecclesiastics…

ooooIIIIoooo

Day of the Terribles, 3rd dawn of the reign of Ganymede – bearer of the two streams, Year of the Caminus Canis.

After a long day on the trade route, the demon steered his silver chariot to the towers where Jester resides. From there, together with Jester and the mother-to-be Chenow White, the Demon will attend a feast thrown by Jester’s worldly sire.

Ahhh…

What a feast it was. A feast fits for kings. The feast was held at a tavern by a beautiful lake. Jester’s worldly liege is a great host. He fails not in showing his gratitude to his alliances, lords and ladies, warriors and peasants…

His lords and ladies, warriors and peasants were tremendously pleased.

Too pleased that they, though not all, turned from free men to the slaves of the Deceiving Angel… It makes the Demon paused in thoughts. How easy do we mortals be deceived with only a drop of the Elixir of Hell, the blood of Beelzebub… the promise of an ephemeral heaven?

Pleasures of pain… It makes even the most pious of men lost.

ooooIIIIoooo

‘Twas the time when the herds of Lucre heads to the stables, Day of the Weakening, 4th dawn of the reign of Ganymede – bearer of the two streams, Year of the Caminus Canis.

At the entrance of the creek where most of the traders quenched the thirst of their chariots, the Demon stood silently. He is inanimate by the hurt caused by the painful Mantras of the Regents – sent trough Ancorale Vox Voccis…

It all begins with an audience with a Master Mercator – Ol’ Mal Ig Ner. He is one of the Regents’ friends. Always, and always, his intentions were “intentionally good”. He has told the Regent – the Demon’s father that he wish of the Demon to be one of his warriors. He boasts that his army, though small, in the war for Lucre’s blessings is one of the best. He boasts of conquers of many Beasts of Trades…

Delighted were the Regents are…

Too delighted that they were blinded to the follies of ‘Ol Mal Ig Ner. The feats of this twisted mercenary were just tales. Tales meant for his own benefits trough the blood of others. The glorified child of Agnus blames not his parents for their blindness. No kings of the mortal heart would bear to see their princes and princesses live a life befitting not to their goodness.

But the mantras that the Regents chanted were to painful for the Demon’s heart…

Too painful that the sun seem to shy away from his life…

Too painful that it attracts the ghosts of strayed Ecclesiastics…

ooooIIIIoooo

‘Twas the time where the shadow slightly passed the pole, 5th dawn of the reign of Ganymede – bearer of the two streams, Year of the Caminus Canis.

Drop by drop the colorless blood of glorified child of Agnus falls down to marbles floor of the Temple of Immotus – one of the One True Master’s temple in this land of the north. The Caminus Canis bite still trenchantly vivid on his chest.

“…the Caminus Canis has shown signs of turning into a Cerberus…” thought the Demon silently. The events that have past during the two dawns of the Reign of Ganymede acts as the Caminus Canis sharp torturing tooths – prove that this thought of his is true.

At the Temple of Immotus… With hands on the holder of his Sword of Broken Faith, he knelt before the Shrine of the Tested…

He whispered the words that his Master would understand…

Only his Master would understand.

ooooIIIIoooo

...the further Kronos is leaving me behind...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you…

'...You'd be so lean, that blast of JanuaryWould blow you through and through. Now, my fair'st friend,I would I had some flowers o' the spring that mightBecome your time of day...'
William Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale, Act IV Scene 4.

'The dream-child moving through a land -Of wonders wild and new,In friendly chat with bird or beast -And half believe it true.'
anonymous

Day of the Sun
First dawn of the reign of Ganymede – bearer of the two streams
Year of the Caminus Canis

Pullus Lignues - the heavenly fowl has flown back to the coop from where it came, and with it, all the happiness and sorrows, all the laughter and tears, all the pain and pleasures. The Master of its pen is generous.

Too generous for this rotting flesh…

The Demon has seen dreams fulfilled and dreams shattered, hope hold and hope lost, future build and future came to past. He sat silently in his Cave of Adumbration ruminating on the claw marks, the green feathers, the golden and the rotten eggs left by the heavenly fowl.

Some of the claw marks were an art form; some were just mere ugly markings. Some of the feathers were in good forms – worthy of a plush pillow or even a whisk; but most suits only as annoying dumps. Some of the golden eggs would be handsomely prized but most would fits as meal for the grumbling belly – sufficient, but inadequately filling. Some of the rotten eggs were torturous to adenoids; but most of the putrid smell seems to oddly ameliorate the diminishing light of the Demon’s Magnaminitas.

The Demon’s head is filled with catechisms. A distorted soul such as he is has always been cursedly blessed with such incongruous thoughts. There seem to be no end to it.

“Would the streams of Ganymede dampen the wrath of the Caminus Canis?”
Only silence answered him…

“Would the Caminus Canis be a faithful companion in my journey to the Kingdom of Naturae or would they become the carnivorous Cerberus that would forever taunt my sordid existence?”

Only Kronos daunting smirk leer answered him…

As the ghosts of of uncertainties claim the throne of the Demon’s brimestne heart, and as the plauge of doubts beset his existence, the Glorified Child of Agnus can only find confort trough these chants…

“Master…
Let not any of my worries undispelled,
Let all my tasks be made easy,
Let my rambling mind relieved,
Let my blackened heart illuminated.”

“Master…
Thee do I serve,
Thine aid I seek,
Shine the path unwaivered,
Path of those thy grace visits,
Path of those thy wrath shy,
Path of those thy guide holds…”

The journey is still long. But for now, the Demon rest.

‘Tis the time where the pious bowed,
Second dawn of the reign of Ganymede – bearer of the two streams,
Year of the Caminus Canis,

‘Tis the tale of the Demon…