on: Apr 06, 2014 07:33 PM
|Started by jannah - Last post by Fozia|
They stole some Peul women, like they stole some cattle.
Makes my blood run cold. Ya rabb send your help to our brothers and sisters in Islam
on: Apr 06, 2014 07:13 PM
|Started by Shahida - Last post by Shahida|
Salam alaikum, this documentary was on BBC today. This month is the 20th anniversary of the genocide in Rwanda, millions of people were slaughtered, while the world stood by, debating about whose problem is was, and in the meantime doing nothing. A big shame on the face of the world, a lesson we didnt learn from, one we keep repeating, are repeating as I write this.
When I started watching the documentary, I thought, wow mashaAllah, despite whatever he did in his life, look at how he spent his last days and months, an example to us Muslims. Then. I found out he was Muslim, mashaAllah. No good deed goes unrewarded by the Lord of the worlds...
on: Apr 06, 2014 07:00 PM
|Started by jannah - Last post by Shahida|
Thanks for posting this...
There is hardly a mention in the mainstream media about this. And the few eurocentric reports I have seen, have painted a picture as follows:muslims started the fight by slaughtering innocent christians, just because of their belief. These muslims are "foreigners" who actually belong in neighbouring countries. So now the christians are defending themsleves against the terrorists. Thats what you see on TV here. It makes me sick. Nobody bothers to look at the history, to research the truth, to present a fair and balanced report.
The same goes for reports I keep seeing about egypt, syria, burma, etc...may Allah provide us with justice despite what others portray.
As far as mangoes go: reminds of driving down the roads in towns in Zambia, mango trees everywhere, people free to pick some as they walk long distances to work, school, to fetch water, etc. you just dont get that in Europe...
on: Apr 06, 2014 06:08 PM
|Started by jannah - Last post by jannah|
Why do they keep slaughtering Muslims all over the world, Burma and CAR and of course the carnage in Syria and Egypt
The sadness behind the Central African Republic's mango trees
BBC News Magazine
5 April 2014 Last updated at 20:55 ET
The sadness behind the Central African Republic's mango trees
By Tim Whewell BBC News, Central African Republic
The Central African Republic, a country of little strategic importance to the wider world, has been torn apart by inter-ethnic violence in the last 12 months. The conflict has left its mark on the landscape in many ways.
You can always tell where there used to be a village by the sudden profusion of mango trees in the middle of nowhere.
They are my favourite tree - their leaves so much glossier, more deeply emerald, than those of any other; their shape, at a distance, more satisfyingly round.
At this time of the year, most of the fruit is still small, hard and green. It's hard to imagine how, by June, the ground below will be covered in a rotting yellow squelch, the aroma more sickly than sweet.
But it passes the time to try to imagine it, as you bump and jolt for hour after hour down the rutted ribbons of red dirt that pass for highways in the Central African Republic - and try to guess where those who once lived under the mangoes have moved on to.
There has always been plenty of movement in the wide belt of Africa where the savannah of the Sahel gives way to ever-denser forest.
In Sango, the national language, the word kpetene means, roughly, "stay out of trouble".
I'm told that's what they sometimes called new settlements founded by families who suddenly decided to get up and leave their home villages to escape disputes with fractious neighbours.
But there are bigger migrations too.
A century ago when they ruled the region, the French encouraged some of the semi-nomadic Peul people - known in English-speaking countries as the Fulani - to move south from Niger and Chad, to provide a better supply of livestock in Central Africa.
The Peul are herders. They're also Muslim. So with the cattle came the Koran - part of a slow southward spread of Islam that's continued ever since.
The farmer and the cowboy should be friends, but in practice they have clashed all over the world, throughout history, from the Bible's Cain and Abel to Broadway's Oklahoma!
And in the latest clash, in the Central African Republic, it is the cowboys - the Peul - who've lost.
Today, along those red roads, you don't need mango trees to tell you where people once lived.
The empty shells of their houses and mosques are still standing, blackened and roofless.
And you do not have to guess where the owners have gone. Many have been murdered, others forced to flee, by a savage militia claiming to represent the country's Christian majority.
It is ethnic and religious "cleansing" on a massive scale - revenge on all Muslims, the militia says, for atrocities committed last year by some during a Muslim-led rebellion.
This tragedy, little noticed by the outside world, is about many things.
The cauldron of hatred has been stirred by failed politicians who want to stage a comeback, and by the country's northern neighbour, Chad, covetous of Central Africa's resources.
But it is partly about jealousy between those who had political power but were poor - the Christian majority - and those excluded from politics who seemed slightly richer - the Muslims, Central Africa's main traders and herders.
For days and days on the road, I see no cows.
Then, suddenly, scores emerge from the bush - massive, dewlapped, lyre-horned.
But they're not driven by the Peul who must once have owned them.
Instead we are greeted by a group of scary young men waving machetes, bows and arrows, and home-made hunting rifles. Their chests are swathed in the strings of little leather pockets containing magic bark and other charms they believe protect them from bullets.
We've killed the Peul, they say - these are our cows now. They've also stolen some Peul women I glimpse huddled behind the herd and a tiny baby in a sling.
The young men are part of a militia, the "anti-balaka" you see everywhere along the roads - a force once raised, it is said, to fight highwaymen.
Now they kill and burn under the slogan of Central Africa for the Central Africans.
Suddenly all Muslims are foreigners - even if they've been here for generations.
Hundreds of thousands of them are now sheltering in refugee camps across the border, in Chad and Cameroon. But what about their cattle?
Everyone worries now there'll be a meat shortage in Central Africa. The farmers needed the cowboys - no-one else can look after or slaughter livestock properly.
In Bozoum, a town which had thousands of Muslims until earlier this year, I'm told there are just two left.
One's a madman. The other's a butcher - a tall, quiet man in a pink cap and gown who's been allowed (or maybe forced) to stay, because his skills are needed.
I sit with him in his courtyard under the mango tree - everyone has one - but he's too scared to tell me much about what's happened.
He's very lonely, but he won't leave.
"This is where I belong," he insists.
I look up at his mangoes. Maybe he will still be here to enjoy them in June. But the fruit of many, many other mango trees in the Central African Republic will go unpicked.
on: Apr 05, 2014 08:27 PM
|Started by blackrose - Last post by WCoastbaba|
THoughts and dua's with you Sis Riat
Salaam all - things kinda rough on my end academically-speaking and by extrapolation, life-wise as well. Looks like, barring a miracle, I won't have a training position until the next cycle, which will end in March next year (it'll start in Sept though). Pretty much in crisis mode - don't think I've felt this bad / down since the time when my Abba (father) passed away in 2001. I'm preparing for the very last part of the medical boards - I will continue to try and see if a spot opens up in June (as some doctors who did get a position don't show up for one reason or another (Visa issues for example). In any case, just a big mountain to climb - my mom will retire next March, so if I don't get something at the latest with the next application cycle - I don't know what I will do...need a back-up plan (going into another medically-realted field, like pharmaceutical company etc. Only encouraging thing was that my research partner, a Pakistani graduate, got a spot here on her 2nd try applying and she graduated 5 years ago, has similar scores to mine on the board exams...she and others telling me not to lose hope....but it's hard not to feel like things may not work out for me in this area of my life....
Anyways, I probably won't be logging on as much either...just wanted to pass on this update.
on: Apr 05, 2014 11:39 AM
|Started by blackrose - Last post by Shahida|
Riat, may Allah swt make things easy for you and grant you success in all your good endevours. Good luck for your exams, and enjoy the new courses, inshaAllah, you will be fluent in Arabic and quraan recitation in no time!!!
drop us a line every now and then, we miss you here.
on: Apr 04, 2014 02:16 PM
|Started by blackrose - Last post by Riat8883|
I hope you are all fine. I haven't been around for months now but you have always been in my dua. Campus is hectic am not able to log in. Remember me in your duas. Am starting my end of semester exams on the 25th of this month. Alihamdulilah we are starting with Quran recitation and Introductory Arabic. Hopefully with this good start all will go well.
on: Apr 03, 2014 09:38 PM
|Started by jannah - Last post by Nature|
I would ask about the past civilizations and their history mysteries - I think that there are loads of civilizations that we don't even know about, and I'd love to know what happened to all of them.
on: Apr 03, 2014 09:00 PM
|Started by Shahida - Last post by Fozia|
Her ex is incredibly rich and influential.
on: Apr 03, 2014 08:08 PM
|Started by jannah - Last post by akhan|
I know only a little bit, not the details and neither of them wants to say anything, even today. Although at times they used us a bit, but they were decent enough to keep us out of it for the most part.
What went wrong between my parents?
U don't know? It ends up that most desi kids know too much and are the in-betweens