October 2006
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 31st
October
Unity is better
I have been reading about Mozilla and Debian and I am hurt.
I have been reading about Mozilla and Debian and I am hurt.
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 5:45am on 31st
October
Those assholes now can't run away. hehe
After watching The Inside man, I knew the Zionist Jews have made a very big mistake. Their ego made them so confident that they wanted to scream their victory.
But they forgot, they weren't alone.
We were here.
So I read Da Vinci Code and in that the Zionists talk about Sophie and her grandfater.
Together, The Inside Man and Da Vinci Code convince me that the Zionists are sure that they have destroyed both their old enemies, christians and their other enemy whom they consider way too stupid, muslims.
But truth and good always prevails.
So I am made to think and I start to search.
There is so much data. And I spend almost two days infront of the screen scrolling texts and trying to see secretes.
Many times I thought I was being obsessed about it but one thing led to another and before I knew it, I was helped.
First I found that Denzel Washington was awarded Oscars twice. Once when a Richard Kahn(Kahn, probably a jew) was the president of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences and second when Robert Rehme was the president.
Now Rehme has been appointed as the president twice. He is the second person to be elected as the president of the academy twice. The first was Walter Wanger. But Wanger was made president because Bette Davis resigned just after two months of presidency of the academy.
So I started searching about Rehme. And I found out that he has a production company that has the backing of Paramount Studios.
Here I checked which studio made The Inside Man and it was Universal.
I do further searching and I found that the Universal Studios are partners in the company United International Pictures with Paramount Studios. UIP is the company that distributes movies outside USA and Canada.
So through UIP the Zionists are spreading their propaganda. This made me think of what else they could be doing. I end up searching World Bank. And I found that,
After watching The Inside man, I knew the Zionist Jews have made a very big mistake. Their ego made them so confident that they wanted to scream their victory.
But they forgot, they weren't alone.
We were here.
So I read Da Vinci Code and in that the Zionists talk about Sophie and her grandfater.
Together, The Inside Man and Da Vinci Code convince me that the Zionists are sure that they have destroyed both their old enemies, christians and their other enemy whom they consider way too stupid, muslims.
But truth and good always prevails.
So I am made to think and I start to search.
There is so much data. And I spend almost two days infront of the screen scrolling texts and trying to see secretes.
Many times I thought I was being obsessed about it but one thing led to another and before I knew it, I was helped.
First I found that Denzel Washington was awarded Oscars twice. Once when a Richard Kahn(Kahn, probably a jew) was the president of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences and second when Robert Rehme was the president.
Now Rehme has been appointed as the president twice. He is the second person to be elected as the president of the academy twice. The first was Walter Wanger. But Wanger was made president because Bette Davis resigned just after two months of presidency of the academy.
So I started searching about Rehme. And I found out that he has a production company that has the backing of Paramount Studios.
Here I checked which studio made The Inside Man and it was Universal.
I do further searching and I found that the Universal Studios are partners in the company United International Pictures with Paramount Studios. UIP is the company that distributes movies outside USA and Canada.
So through UIP the Zionists are spreading their propaganda. This made me think of what else they could be doing. I end up searching World Bank. And I found that,
"former WB president James Wolfensohn, along with his deputy, Shengman Zhang (who resigned soon after Wolfensohn left) have been given nice titles and probably nicer salaries for adding their names to the Citibank roster"
Citibank?
Our Prime Minister Mr. Shaukat Aziz has been with Citibank from 1969 to 1999. Thats thirty years. A very long time. And I wonder what he learned there?
Before leaving Citigroup, he was the head of its global Private Banking division, reporting directly to head of the Global Consumer Group, William Campbell.
So he was something big. And I didn't like that. So I searched more and guess what I found. Gloria Cohen Aziz.
Didn't the movie The Inside Man proved that the Zionists mingled with the customers of the Banker. Muslims as the customers of the Americans and Europians. Muslims whom the Zionists thought to be very stupid. So the Zionist got among the muslims as their own, changed their religion(dress)and controlling the assests of christians, they got the two fight with each other.
In August 27, 2004 Mr. Shaukat Aziz became the Prime Minister of Pakistan. Earlier while searching on UIP, I found that United International Pictures (UIP) has become the first major theatrical distributor to sign an exclusive license agreement in Pakistan. This milestone was achieved some where by the end of 2005. Almost one year after Mr. Shaukat Aziz got elected as our PM.
And Gloria Cohen Aziz is one of the the two wives of Prime Minister Shaukat Aziz and is a well known Zionist American jew.
So I started googlimng on Gloria Cohen Aziz.
And here comes the shocker.
President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo of the Philippines.
She is the daughter of the 9th president of the Philippines, President Diosdado Pangan Macapagal. So I search about him and bingo.
Check out the names of Diosdado Pangan Macapagal's parents. Urbano Macapagal and Romana Pangan.
Still don't get it?
Get someone who can speak Urdu and then you will know whats wrong here.
It just can't be a coincidence.
Macapagal and Pangan.
Pagal means nuts in Urdu, my mother tongue. The national language of Pakistan, the country that has never been accepted by Israel.
Maca, I am sure you already have guessed, stands for Macca, the city of Saudia Arabia and the center of the Mulsim religion.
So Macca is nuts or the stupid muslims. Another sign of Zionist big ego. Using the word of the language of the country they fear the most. Their astrology tells them that their destruction will be done by Pakistan.
Now here is what really made me got all excited. The word Pangan.
Yes remove the letter n and you get Pagan.
The religion to which the Sophie of Da Vinci Code belonged.
And guess what, Urbano Macapagal and Romana Pangan are grandparents of President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo.
Sophie in the movie Da Vinci Code had a grandfather and a grandmother.
Sophie and her family were protecting something.
The Holy Grail and yes it is in Philippines, the Macca of Zionists of twenty first century.
Fuck Zionists and their fucking way-too-proud-to-conceal intelegence, happiness, win and their not-so-much of a secret.
Fuck them all.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Citibank?
Our Prime Minister Mr. Shaukat Aziz has been with Citibank from 1969 to 1999. Thats thirty years. A very long time. And I wonder what he learned there?
Before leaving Citigroup, he was the head of its global Private Banking division, reporting directly to head of the Global Consumer Group, William Campbell.
So he was something big. And I didn't like that. So I searched more and guess what I found. Gloria Cohen Aziz.
Didn't the movie The Inside Man proved that the Zionists mingled with the customers of the Banker. Muslims as the customers of the Americans and Europians. Muslims whom the Zionists thought to be very stupid. So the Zionist got among the muslims as their own, changed their religion(dress)and controlling the assests of christians, they got the two fight with each other.
In August 27, 2004 Mr. Shaukat Aziz became the Prime Minister of Pakistan. Earlier while searching on UIP, I found that United International Pictures (UIP) has become the first major theatrical distributor to sign an exclusive license agreement in Pakistan. This milestone was achieved some where by the end of 2005. Almost one year after Mr. Shaukat Aziz got elected as our PM.
And Gloria Cohen Aziz is one of the the two wives of Prime Minister Shaukat Aziz and is a well known Zionist American jew.
So I started googlimng on Gloria Cohen Aziz.
And here comes the shocker.
President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo of the Philippines.
She is the daughter of the 9th president of the Philippines, President Diosdado Pangan Macapagal. So I search about him and bingo.
Check out the names of Diosdado Pangan Macapagal's parents. Urbano Macapagal and Romana Pangan.
Still don't get it?
Get someone who can speak Urdu and then you will know whats wrong here.
It just can't be a coincidence.
Macapagal and Pangan.
Pagal means nuts in Urdu, my mother tongue. The national language of Pakistan, the country that has never been accepted by Israel.
Maca, I am sure you already have guessed, stands for Macca, the city of Saudia Arabia and the center of the Mulsim religion.
So Macca is nuts or the stupid muslims. Another sign of Zionist big ego. Using the word of the language of the country they fear the most. Their astrology tells them that their destruction will be done by Pakistan.
Now here is what really made me got all excited. The word Pangan.
Yes remove the letter n and you get Pagan.
The religion to which the Sophie of Da Vinci Code belonged.
And guess what, Urbano Macapagal and Romana Pangan are grandparents of President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo.
Sophie in the movie Da Vinci Code had a grandfather and a grandmother.
Sophie and her family were protecting something.
The Holy Grail and yes it is in Philippines, the Macca of Zionists of twenty first century.
Fuck Zionists and their fucking way-too-proud-to-conceal intelegence, happiness, win and their not-so-much of a secret.
Fuck them all.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 30th
October
Nothing much
Got Rs.100 and had two nice meals. Let see what happens tomorrow.
Got Rs.100 and had two nice meals. Let see what happens tomorrow.
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 29th
October
Ain't going to give up
Got tested once again. I was told that today something will happen and that it would help me get out of the country. But nothing happend. Well, still here. All is well.
Did do some thinking and searching regarding The Inside Man and the Da Vinci Code and I think I may be on to some think big. Lets see where it leads us.
Got tested once again. I was told that today something will happen and that it would help me get out of the country. But nothing happend. Well, still here. All is well.
Did do some thinking and searching regarding The Inside Man and the Da Vinci Code and I think I may be on to some think big. Lets see where it leads us.
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 28th
October
All is well
All is well.
All is well.
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 27th
October
Another piece of the puzzle
It won't let me sit. Wants me to keep fighting. I am hungry but I have to fight.
Jihad. Justice. Good.
Ok, so how to fight now.
I ask and I am given a thought of the movie 'The Inside Man'. Yep definitely its from our enemies. Fuck them.
Hmm! The inside man. Denzel Washington was the man who acted as the black cop. The man representing the Africans. Africans whom the white people hate.
Wait a minute. White people hate blacks?
No, no, not any more. Ok may be some. And I remember Eddie Murphy saying that some people in Hollywood are not fair to blacks.
Not fair to them?
How could that be possible when few years back Denzel and that Strom character from X-men, whats her name? Helle Berry, were awarded oscars. Two black actors being awarded oscars in one year as best actor and as best actress and yet its not fair.
Something was wrong.
I trusted Eddie.
So I searched the net.
And what do you know, I found something that we must think over.
I started reading about Oscars and Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences that gives Oscars and found some thing really startling.
Tom Hanks is the current Vice President of the Academy.
What?
He starred in the movie Da Vinci Code. In this movie the concept of God was questioned and it did to christians what the movie The Passion Of The Christ did to jews.
I don't know why but I just can't make myself believe that the Da Vinci Code was not a reply to The Passion Of The Christ.
Anyway. I have read Da Vinci Code and I have seen The Inside Man and I am wondering if both the movies are from our enemies?
The characters of Denzel Washington and Tom Hanks seem to be one. They both are helping the enemies of christians and in return of doing so they will be handsomely rewarded. They both were ignorant of their enemies and our enemies did a favor to both of them by showing them their enemies.
It won't let me sit. Wants me to keep fighting. I am hungry but I have to fight.
Jihad. Justice. Good.
Ok, so how to fight now.
I ask and I am given a thought of the movie 'The Inside Man'. Yep definitely its from our enemies. Fuck them.
Hmm! The inside man. Denzel Washington was the man who acted as the black cop. The man representing the Africans. Africans whom the white people hate.
Wait a minute. White people hate blacks?
No, no, not any more. Ok may be some. And I remember Eddie Murphy saying that some people in Hollywood are not fair to blacks.
Not fair to them?
How could that be possible when few years back Denzel and that Strom character from X-men, whats her name? Helle Berry, were awarded oscars. Two black actors being awarded oscars in one year as best actor and as best actress and yet its not fair.
Something was wrong.
I trusted Eddie.
So I searched the net.
And what do you know, I found something that we must think over.
I started reading about Oscars and Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences that gives Oscars and found some thing really startling.
Tom Hanks is the current Vice President of the Academy.
What?
He starred in the movie Da Vinci Code. In this movie the concept of God was questioned and it did to christians what the movie The Passion Of The Christ did to jews.
I don't know why but I just can't make myself believe that the Da Vinci Code was not a reply to The Passion Of The Christ.
Anyway. I have read Da Vinci Code and I have seen The Inside Man and I am wondering if both the movies are from our enemies?
The characters of Denzel Washington and Tom Hanks seem to be one. They both are helping the enemies of christians and in return of doing so they will be handsomely rewarded. They both were ignorant of their enemies and our enemies did a favor to both of them by showing them their enemies.
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 26th
October
Faithfuls can be anywhere and may look different from me
Yesterday I was watching a cricket match between India and West Indies which was being played in India. A very good match. Very close. Couldn't decide who is going to win till the end.
Enjoyed it alot and the fact that India lost in the end, was just wonderful. But during the match Allah got me started thinking on this. You see one of my fiancee is from India and I was thinking that for her I can't enjoy the defeat of her country men. It would hurt her feelings.
But at the same time I couldn't accept India as my own. I just couldn't. Since partition, in 1947, both Pakistan and India have been cut throat enemies and on that Indian goverment and Raw wants me dead.
I tried alot but I just couldn't smile on the thought that India might win. That the force of the infidels will win.
No way.
But still I wanted to enjoy my fiancee's happiness. Be a part of it.
So I had to find a way.
A common ground.
And then the number of balls left and the number of runs needed were the same. The Indian baller threw the ball at the West Indian batsmen. The batsmen tried to work the ball away for a run but a fielder stoped the ball and no run was made.
The number of balls were now one less than the runs required by the West Indian team to win.
This gave alot of hope to the Indian spectators who were there to see their team win. They were dancing, yelling, waving their flag and every one would wave their hands and would try to move right in front of the camera if it took their closeup.
Normal humans trying to have a good time. A small time on national tv will be something that they would cherish for the rest of their lives. So many of them compared to few thousand of the Indian government officials.
This made me want and pray for the Indian team to win. I wanted them to be happy. They have spent about seven to eight hours there in the stadium and for them this was important. They work very hard and this is one of their enjoyments and they deserved it.
I just couldn't see them sad. I wanted them to be happy.
Humanity.
And suddenly it hit me.
The people. Yes the people are mine. They are a part of us. Just like us. Feelings and love. Hopes and wishes.
Thats it. I am not at war with them. I am at war with infidels. And not all of them are infidels. Just lost.
So the Indian team must be defeated because they are a part of the Indian government. Wishing for them to win would be a sin. But at the same time I felt the pain of the Indian people too.
So this is what I decided. Since both India and West Indies are non muslims, I would like the Indian team to lose but I don't want to celebrate thier lose. Don't want to hurt the average Indians who just wants to live their lives.
But a match between Pakistan and India would definitely make me dancing all over the place if Pakistan won. And if my team didn't put up a good fight and lost, I would open my encyclopedia of cursing and spend some seven to eight hours being creative, sending innovative gifts to my countrymen.
Yesterday I was watching a cricket match between India and West Indies which was being played in India. A very good match. Very close. Couldn't decide who is going to win till the end.
Enjoyed it alot and the fact that India lost in the end, was just wonderful. But during the match Allah got me started thinking on this. You see one of my fiancee is from India and I was thinking that for her I can't enjoy the defeat of her country men. It would hurt her feelings.
But at the same time I couldn't accept India as my own. I just couldn't. Since partition, in 1947, both Pakistan and India have been cut throat enemies and on that Indian goverment and Raw wants me dead.
I tried alot but I just couldn't smile on the thought that India might win. That the force of the infidels will win.
No way.
But still I wanted to enjoy my fiancee's happiness. Be a part of it.
So I had to find a way.
A common ground.
And then the number of balls left and the number of runs needed were the same. The Indian baller threw the ball at the West Indian batsmen. The batsmen tried to work the ball away for a run but a fielder stoped the ball and no run was made.
The number of balls were now one less than the runs required by the West Indian team to win.
This gave alot of hope to the Indian spectators who were there to see their team win. They were dancing, yelling, waving their flag and every one would wave their hands and would try to move right in front of the camera if it took their closeup.
Normal humans trying to have a good time. A small time on national tv will be something that they would cherish for the rest of their lives. So many of them compared to few thousand of the Indian government officials.
This made me want and pray for the Indian team to win. I wanted them to be happy. They have spent about seven to eight hours there in the stadium and for them this was important. They work very hard and this is one of their enjoyments and they deserved it.
I just couldn't see them sad. I wanted them to be happy.
Humanity.
And suddenly it hit me.
The people. Yes the people are mine. They are a part of us. Just like us. Feelings and love. Hopes and wishes.
Thats it. I am not at war with them. I am at war with infidels. And not all of them are infidels. Just lost.
So the Indian team must be defeated because they are a part of the Indian government. Wishing for them to win would be a sin. But at the same time I felt the pain of the Indian people too.
So this is what I decided. Since both India and West Indies are non muslims, I would like the Indian team to lose but I don't want to celebrate thier lose. Don't want to hurt the average Indians who just wants to live their lives.
But a match between Pakistan and India would definitely make me dancing all over the place if Pakistan won. And if my team didn't put up a good fight and lost, I would open my encyclopedia of cursing and spend some seven to eight hours being creative, sending innovative gifts to my countrymen.
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 24th
October
Eid Mubarak
All is well.
Last day of Ramazan. Today I ate almonds with katchup. I was tired of eating almonds and thought this would change my taste. It did. It reminded me of eating BarBQ stuff. I could almost feel the taste.
Its better, far more better to have money and to eat what ever you like. Its alot easier that way.
But sometimes you as a faithful, in the way Allah through jihad, will have to endure some hardship. Only little. Only for the period of jihad. Justice. It would be something that you can easily tolerate. Don't get uneasy. Thank the Almighty.
And soon it will be over.
Yes it will.
And even during the process of helping Allah, promote justice, you will be helped. It would be made easier for you.
So I am thinking that I should thank for this meal. For the last few days, since my money has ended, Allah has been kind enough to let me eat food other than almonds atleast twice a day. Salty food.
And it also makes me appreciate little things in life. Like cold water, almond cake, BarBQ with katchup and all that, that I can't eat right now.
And when I will be able to eat these things, it would be heaven. I will enjoy it so much. Something that I would have taken for granted at other times.
And at these times its best to just look at the postive. Be thankful.
And before you know it, its over.
Enjoy.
All is well.
Last day of Ramazan. Today I ate almonds with katchup. I was tired of eating almonds and thought this would change my taste. It did. It reminded me of eating BarBQ stuff. I could almost feel the taste.
Its better, far more better to have money and to eat what ever you like. Its alot easier that way.
But sometimes you as a faithful, in the way Allah through jihad, will have to endure some hardship. Only little. Only for the period of jihad. Justice. It would be something that you can easily tolerate. Don't get uneasy. Thank the Almighty.
And soon it will be over.
Yes it will.
And even during the process of helping Allah, promote justice, you will be helped. It would be made easier for you.
So I am thinking that I should thank for this meal. For the last few days, since my money has ended, Allah has been kind enough to let me eat food other than almonds atleast twice a day. Salty food.
And it also makes me appreciate little things in life. Like cold water, almond cake, BarBQ with katchup and all that, that I can't eat right now.
And when I will be able to eat these things, it would be heaven. I will enjoy it so much. Something that I would have taken for granted at other times.
And at these times its best to just look at the postive. Be thankful.
And before you know it, its over.
Enjoy.
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 23rd
October
Can't turn my back to It
Feel a bit feverish. Would It make me sick when I don't have any money and I feel very tired?
I hope not.
Update: After a good nights sleep I feel alot better. Thanks Allah.
Feel a bit feverish. Would It make me sick when I don't have any money and I feel very tired?
I hope not.
Update: After a good nights sleep I feel alot better. Thanks Allah.
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 22th
October
Please aid and get aided
This world is full of people.
Some are good and some are bad.
You and I are good and they are bad.
Is there any other category other than good and bad.
Quran tells us there is.
Mistakes.
We all make mistakes. And there are some poeple who are simply stupid. They are good and they are not bad but with that they are stupid fools.
I am sure you must have met someone like this in your life. Someone who is very kind, sweet, generous and full of love but they still are plain old stupid.
I mean they would fight with you on little things. Ask you to do things that are impossible. Ask them to do the same thing and they would end up being ashamed and full of sweat.
They do that just to win an argument and to look good.
Fools.
I maean simply stupid.
In quran Allah tells us to stay close to good people. And among these good people there will be stupid ones too. Its the duty of the good and sensible faithfuls to get along with such faithfuls. Because if you refuse, you would be commiting a sin.
I know few people like these. And boy some times they really test my patience. But I try to be with them so that they remain on the right side. Because I know that if they started being with the bad guys, they will only regret it later, since they are good by nature.
So, if you see such people who are nice, polite, kind, generous, who feel others pain, who want to help, who usually aren't selfish and know how to give love, but sometimes they make you angry because of their stupidity, please don't give up on them. They don't mean bad, they just don't have enough confidence to face the truth.
They are simply weak but their good deeds deserve heaven. They must not cross over to the bad side. They need help. Allah doesn't wants them to cross over. Allah can help them but wants to do it indirectly. Testing the rest. Testing you.
I beg you to help them. Give them your love and your forgiveness. To those fools. They need you.
Allah needs you.
This world is full of people.
Some are good and some are bad.
You and I are good and they are bad.
Is there any other category other than good and bad.
Quran tells us there is.
Mistakes.
We all make mistakes. And there are some poeple who are simply stupid. They are good and they are not bad but with that they are stupid fools.
I am sure you must have met someone like this in your life. Someone who is very kind, sweet, generous and full of love but they still are plain old stupid.
I mean they would fight with you on little things. Ask you to do things that are impossible. Ask them to do the same thing and they would end up being ashamed and full of sweat.
They do that just to win an argument and to look good.
Fools.
I maean simply stupid.
In quran Allah tells us to stay close to good people. And among these good people there will be stupid ones too. Its the duty of the good and sensible faithfuls to get along with such faithfuls. Because if you refuse, you would be commiting a sin.
I know few people like these. And boy some times they really test my patience. But I try to be with them so that they remain on the right side. Because I know that if they started being with the bad guys, they will only regret it later, since they are good by nature.
So, if you see such people who are nice, polite, kind, generous, who feel others pain, who want to help, who usually aren't selfish and know how to give love, but sometimes they make you angry because of their stupidity, please don't give up on them. They don't mean bad, they just don't have enough confidence to face the truth.
They are simply weak but their good deeds deserve heaven. They must not cross over to the bad side. They need help. Allah doesn't wants them to cross over. Allah can help them but wants to do it indirectly. Testing the rest. Testing you.
I beg you to help them. Give them your love and your forgiveness. To those fools. They need you.
Allah needs you.
"It will guide them and improve their state, And admit them to the Garden which It has announced for them. O ye who believe! if ye will aid (the cause of) Allah, It will aid you and plant your feet firmly."(47:5,6,7)
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 21th
October
We always think of the worst
I have been informed that some of my readers did not liked the idea of punishing children as strictly as the adults.
I have been told that all of these people were imagining me cutting the hands of children under the age of ten.
No I wouldn't do that.
I already said that such punishment cannot be commenced if the child is unable to see the seriousness of such punishment.
I think that there would be tests to see if the child can see the seriousness or not. And Allah tells me that such age is around seventeen. I think you all will agree thats a fair age. Infact in most cases it might be the upper limit of being a child.
Anyway, I am not an animal nor is Islam the religion of animals or barbarians.
I was only thinking of justice and justice alone.
Children are chlidren. As I have said many times earlier, if they wont do mischief than who would. But I think that they should see how a hand of a habitual thief is cut. And Allah tells me that even after the age of seventeen, the child should know the feeling of the punishment atleast three times. Like a cut on a finger. And even if he doesn't stops, cut a finger to teach him.
I think that is very human. And it is very logical since sins and crimes from childhood, are very hard to break and defeat if you keep doing them even reaching adulthood.
YEEEEEEEHHAAAAA!
So all of my money has ended.
I was hoping for this not to happen. But it did.
Ok, never mind.
Its not like it never happened before. It did and I was helped through it. And yes it was difficult. Definitely more than 32%. I am told that it was 58%.
But not to worry. It hasn't reached even 32% in difficulty yet. So I guess questioning Allah before that won't be the right thing.
I have bought a three pound cake that I would eat at the start of my fast. Two more days of Ramazan are left. With that I have a small sack of almonds and a packet of Tang's instant drink mix. I wish I had cold water to drink this but since my family and I don't agree with each other, I don't want to drink their cold water without their permission and I don't want to ask their permission. Want to show them that they won't weaken my believes.
To open my fasts I will be going to a near by mosque. I didn't wanted to do that since its a bit difficult to walk all the way to the mosque after fasting the whole day. But in quran Allah says that a true faithful can be as strong as 200 infidels. And I am told that I have the strength of 200 human. I would be testing that. I am sure its going to be alot of fun.
It wants to test us. I want to test It. I am sure we both will pass each other's test.
And you all can be the spectators.
May Allah bless you all.
I have been informed that some of my readers did not liked the idea of punishing children as strictly as the adults.
I have been told that all of these people were imagining me cutting the hands of children under the age of ten.
No I wouldn't do that.
I already said that such punishment cannot be commenced if the child is unable to see the seriousness of such punishment.
I think that there would be tests to see if the child can see the seriousness or not. And Allah tells me that such age is around seventeen. I think you all will agree thats a fair age. Infact in most cases it might be the upper limit of being a child.
Anyway, I am not an animal nor is Islam the religion of animals or barbarians.
I was only thinking of justice and justice alone.
Children are chlidren. As I have said many times earlier, if they wont do mischief than who would. But I think that they should see how a hand of a habitual thief is cut. And Allah tells me that even after the age of seventeen, the child should know the feeling of the punishment atleast three times. Like a cut on a finger. And even if he doesn't stops, cut a finger to teach him.
I think that is very human. And it is very logical since sins and crimes from childhood, are very hard to break and defeat if you keep doing them even reaching adulthood.
YEEEEEEEHHAAAAA!
So all of my money has ended.
I was hoping for this not to happen. But it did.
Ok, never mind.
Its not like it never happened before. It did and I was helped through it. And yes it was difficult. Definitely more than 32%. I am told that it was 58%.
But not to worry. It hasn't reached even 32% in difficulty yet. So I guess questioning Allah before that won't be the right thing.
I have bought a three pound cake that I would eat at the start of my fast. Two more days of Ramazan are left. With that I have a small sack of almonds and a packet of Tang's instant drink mix. I wish I had cold water to drink this but since my family and I don't agree with each other, I don't want to drink their cold water without their permission and I don't want to ask their permission. Want to show them that they won't weaken my believes.
To open my fasts I will be going to a near by mosque. I didn't wanted to do that since its a bit difficult to walk all the way to the mosque after fasting the whole day. But in quran Allah says that a true faithful can be as strong as 200 infidels. And I am told that I have the strength of 200 human. I would be testing that. I am sure its going to be alot of fun.
It wants to test us. I want to test It. I am sure we both will pass each other's test.
And you all can be the spectators.
May Allah bless you all.
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 20th
October
Moderation
I said I would right on four different topics after I saw the movie Mrs. Doubtfire.
Well you know what, I have forgotten two of them. The two I remember, among them, one doesn't seems that right. I feel I am trying to force it. Its about keeping fun as fun and not as a lesson. I have thought over it and there has to be a centeral idea and a story with every movie. And as long as these are there, there will have to be a lesson. So its useless to try to change that. But I do feel that unlike Mrs. Doubtfire some movies leave you with alot of pain and a desire to vomit. Go and see Saw and Sin City. They are simply yuk. I see movies for entertainment and not to get more tension.
I agree that I can ignore them. But I don't see the reason for creating such movies. They only help bring the worst out of people. Indirectly they get the hope that may be wrong can get away without punishment.
I am in the favor of giving hope and letting every one know that good always prevails. That God IS out there and is watching over us. Watch Signs, The last samurai, Flight Plan and The Mummy.
The other thing that I wanted to talk about is punishing children. I am very much in favor of letting children live their lives and enjoy it. But at the same time they should be taught humanly when they do something wrong. And hitting or yelling at them from their parents/guardians is not the answer. Punish them by giving them your love and your care with your reason for punishment and what they should be doing as an alternative. And punish them by giving them tasks to do and taking away their pleasures.
It has to be done but with justice and equality. Eye for an eye.
But do they deserve to be punished? I mean they are children. Should they be punished as adults are punished? I mean, that strictly.
What I am trying to ask is that do Allah blames children for commiting sins. Generally it is accepted that children are exempted from the law of Allah.
I think they are not.
There is not such thing in Quran. In quran we are ordered to do justice and doing so if we find a child who steals for fun, his hand will be cut. He will be cautioned but if he repeats just for fun, he will pay the price.
Of course this punishment for a child cannot be ordered untill and unless children know very well that this is how they will be punished and the seriousness of such punishment.
The fear of the punishment by the hands of the law and not by the hands of their parents/guardians should be instilled in every human's psyche from the very early age. After studying some psychology in medicine school, I am sure such fear will be very strong and will prove very important in creating a peaceful and just world.
I said I would right on four different topics after I saw the movie Mrs. Doubtfire.
Well you know what, I have forgotten two of them. The two I remember, among them, one doesn't seems that right. I feel I am trying to force it. Its about keeping fun as fun and not as a lesson. I have thought over it and there has to be a centeral idea and a story with every movie. And as long as these are there, there will have to be a lesson. So its useless to try to change that. But I do feel that unlike Mrs. Doubtfire some movies leave you with alot of pain and a desire to vomit. Go and see Saw and Sin City. They are simply yuk. I see movies for entertainment and not to get more tension.
I agree that I can ignore them. But I don't see the reason for creating such movies. They only help bring the worst out of people. Indirectly they get the hope that may be wrong can get away without punishment.
I am in the favor of giving hope and letting every one know that good always prevails. That God IS out there and is watching over us. Watch Signs, The last samurai, Flight Plan and The Mummy.
The other thing that I wanted to talk about is punishing children. I am very much in favor of letting children live their lives and enjoy it. But at the same time they should be taught humanly when they do something wrong. And hitting or yelling at them from their parents/guardians is not the answer. Punish them by giving them your love and your care with your reason for punishment and what they should be doing as an alternative. And punish them by giving them tasks to do and taking away their pleasures.
It has to be done but with justice and equality. Eye for an eye.
But do they deserve to be punished? I mean they are children. Should they be punished as adults are punished? I mean, that strictly.
What I am trying to ask is that do Allah blames children for commiting sins. Generally it is accepted that children are exempted from the law of Allah.
I think they are not.
There is not such thing in Quran. In quran we are ordered to do justice and doing so if we find a child who steals for fun, his hand will be cut. He will be cautioned but if he repeats just for fun, he will pay the price.
Of course this punishment for a child cannot be ordered untill and unless children know very well that this is how they will be punished and the seriousness of such punishment.
The fear of the punishment by the hands of the law and not by the hands of their parents/guardians should be instilled in every human's psyche from the very early age. After studying some psychology in medicine school, I am sure such fear will be very strong and will prove very important in creating a peaceful and just world.
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 19th
October
Let fun be fun
Saw Mrs. Doubtfire again. Nice movie. There are four nice lessons in it that I want to talk about. I will blog about them.
Saw Mrs. Doubtfire again. Nice movie. There are four nice lessons in it that I want to talk about. I will blog about them.
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 18th
October
All is well
And I am very sleepy.
Love.
And I am very sleepy.
Love.
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 17th
October
Little is good
So once again Windows started to feel bloated and sluggish.
Time to reformat and reinstall.
And boy is this difficult.
Its a need and so it has to be done but I tell you its so difficult.
I have to read all the EULAs again. And some softwares make you read Terms of Services and Privacy Policies too. And man I am still reading it. I have beend doing this for the past three days.
Phew.
Its so boring but important. And still there is more to read.
No, I can not just install softwares and not read their licenses just because I read them in the past. Its because of two reasons.
First of all, almost all licenses have the clause where they claim that the license can be changed anytime. Apart from commiting a sin, you never know when they may come at your door and drag you to prison for being ignorant.
Secondly, your ways and concepts keep changing. Your needs keep changing. So its better to read the EULAs.
And the worst thing about these EULAs is that they are so big.
God thats one reason I like Open Source. Atleast all have the same license. Before installing you know what the license is saying since you have read the same license so many times and its only a matter of few minutes before you can continue with your work.
So once again Windows started to feel bloated and sluggish.
Time to reformat and reinstall.
And boy is this difficult.
Its a need and so it has to be done but I tell you its so difficult.
I have to read all the EULAs again. And some softwares make you read Terms of Services and Privacy Policies too. And man I am still reading it. I have beend doing this for the past three days.
Phew.
Its so boring but important. And still there is more to read.
No, I can not just install softwares and not read their licenses just because I read them in the past. Its because of two reasons.
First of all, almost all licenses have the clause where they claim that the license can be changed anytime. Apart from commiting a sin, you never know when they may come at your door and drag you to prison for being ignorant.
Secondly, your ways and concepts keep changing. Your needs keep changing. So its better to read the EULAs.
And the worst thing about these EULAs is that they are so big.
God thats one reason I like Open Source. Atleast all have the same license. Before installing you know what the license is saying since you have read the same license so many times and its only a matter of few minutes before you can continue with your work.
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 16th
October
Islam: Sciencetology with every scientific fact revolving around the hiding God
Only few more days of Ramazan and it would be Eid. I was way too bored today. Didn't liked to do anything much. I guess this too is a blessing. Lets you spend sometime alone. With yourself. There were times when I wanted to blame or question God but I knew better. The devil was hard at work. And I kept looking up and kept talking and indirectly kept telling myself that I have seen such days before. No big deal. They come and they pass. And yes sometimes they accompany something big and different.
The devil kept trying to show 'what if' my money ended. I know it won't. It did few months back but that were my sins. I have been assured that it won't happen again. On the scale of difficulity, it was 58%. Today was 32%. And since then everytime my money was about to end, there was a way to earn more. The same will happen now. It will always will.
Thats the basis of believe. Proof.
Only few more days of Ramazan and it would be Eid. I was way too bored today. Didn't liked to do anything much. I guess this too is a blessing. Lets you spend sometime alone. With yourself. There were times when I wanted to blame or question God but I knew better. The devil was hard at work. And I kept looking up and kept talking and indirectly kept telling myself that I have seen such days before. No big deal. They come and they pass. And yes sometimes they accompany something big and different.
The devil kept trying to show 'what if' my money ended. I know it won't. It did few months back but that were my sins. I have been assured that it won't happen again. On the scale of difficulity, it was 58%. Today was 32%. And since then everytime my money was about to end, there was a way to earn more. The same will happen now. It will always will.
Thats the basis of believe. Proof.
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 15th
October
No electricity so I have to be short
All is well. No light and my battery is running low. On that my dailup is not letting me log on to my site. Now I have switched telephone lines to see if I could go online and post.
All is well. No light and my battery is running low. On that my dailup is not letting me log on to my site. Now I have switched telephone lines to see if I could go online and post.
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 14th
October
Fuck injustice
I just bought a CD on the famous Anaar Kalee. Its a story of a royal maid and a mogul prince falling in love. The king didn't liked it and he decided to kill Anaar Qalee. The prince was druged and the maid Anaar Kalee was captured.
Here comes the most brutal act that ever got commited in history. Rather than killing her, the(can't find the right profanity for this so I would just use animal) king tortured her in the most inhuman way. He tied her to a wall and then erected another wall around her that hid Anaar Qalee in the darkness of death either through hunger or suffocation.
The most beautiful thing in the world, love, was cut into pieces and sacrificed in the name of the worst of idols, ego.
I hate that king and I hate injustice.
May Allah give me the strength to help people see how true love can be attained and protected.
For I myself am a lover.
And I am very hurt with a crying tear that wants to be brutal to such animals.
I just bought a CD on the famous Anaar Kalee. Its a story of a royal maid and a mogul prince falling in love. The king didn't liked it and he decided to kill Anaar Qalee. The prince was druged and the maid Anaar Kalee was captured.
Here comes the most brutal act that ever got commited in history. Rather than killing her, the(can't find the right profanity for this so I would just use animal) king tortured her in the most inhuman way. He tied her to a wall and then erected another wall around her that hid Anaar Qalee in the darkness of death either through hunger or suffocation.
The most beautiful thing in the world, love, was cut into pieces and sacrificed in the name of the worst of idols, ego.
I hate that king and I hate injustice.
May Allah give me the strength to help people see how true love can be attained and protected.
For I myself am a lover.
And I am very hurt with a crying tear that wants to be brutal to such animals.
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 13th
October
WMIs
Dog, pig, bitch and fuck.
These are the profanities that I have used in the past few days on my blog.
I also used 'pimp', 'witch' and 'whore', but they were the truth and not profane exclamations.
I always considered swearing a bad thing and a sin. Always thought that it would get me in trouble with the Almighty.
But my uncle Pimp, my aunt witch of a bitch and their pig son, were kind enough to become the reason to change all my views about cursing.
I have been blessed.
Now a friend of mine Obaid ur Rehman thinks I should tone down my posts as they are getting a bit too hardcore.
I liked that. My posts are getting hardcore. But is that such a bad thing? I have been thinking about it for the past few days and this is the result.
In Quran we are ordered to take revenge if we can't forget the injustice that was done to us. And we are ordered to stop ourselves from letting our hatred making us blind.
Eye for an eye.
Fine, revenge is good. But its not like that every time, the moment injustice is done to you, you can have your revenge the very next moment. Some times it takes days and even years. In my case it took years. So what are you suppose to do during that time? Turn the anger switch off or look for professional help for anger management.
I say there is a third option. You remain angry. You blame them infront of other people. You get your revenge. But you don't let them get away and their protectors. You punish them.
And since you are going to remain angry rather than being called psycho, its only human that you would like to have something that would calm you down.
Thats where profanity comes in.
A heaven it is.
Trust me.
I used to stop myself from cursing when I used to be angry and it only increased my frustration since it would stop me from completely expressing my feelings. It won't let my anger get out completely.
But in the last few months I have experimented, observed and proved to myself that cursing in response to injustice is a need. It lets you clean your system for anger. And in due time you are even ready to forgive the culprit party if they have changed their ways.
I was told that my uncle and my auntie had performed magic on me to make me horny and in time commit adultry with that bitch. I was angry and I wanted revenge. But after a few days I was asked to forgive them, since what was done, was done and that I would be rewarded handsomely for that. Till this time I had curse them a few time and my anger was not what it was.
But when the infidels planned to kill me, I found that this time I can't forgive and I wanted revenge to remain sane. And so I cursed my heart out. Even infront of my uncle and his whore. And also infront of some other people who were doing injustice with me. And once again I felt that my anger had an outlet. No need to mannage anger when you can easily put it to right use and wait for revenge.
And don't forget any injustice in your face is an insult and an insult behind the culprits back is in no way equal to the injustice that was done to you.
And as usual, I wanted to perfect this art of treatment and started reading about it. Searching the net and all that. Then suddenly yesterday I was rewarded.
An Encyclopedia of Swearing: The Social History of Oaths, Profanity, Foul Language, And Ethnic Slurs in the English-speaking World (Hardcover)
Ya, a hardcover book for a hardcore way of justice.
And using this I want to make my much needed lingual weapon to be as powerful as the Weapons of Mass Destruction.
I want it to be my Weapon of Masterful Insult.
Wasn't that cool
Dog, pig, bitch and fuck.
These are the profanities that I have used in the past few days on my blog.
I also used 'pimp', 'witch' and 'whore', but they were the truth and not profane exclamations.
I always considered swearing a bad thing and a sin. Always thought that it would get me in trouble with the Almighty.
But my uncle Pimp, my aunt witch of a bitch and their pig son, were kind enough to become the reason to change all my views about cursing.
I have been blessed.
Now a friend of mine Obaid ur Rehman thinks I should tone down my posts as they are getting a bit too hardcore.
I liked that. My posts are getting hardcore. But is that such a bad thing? I have been thinking about it for the past few days and this is the result.
In Quran we are ordered to take revenge if we can't forget the injustice that was done to us. And we are ordered to stop ourselves from letting our hatred making us blind.
Eye for an eye.
Fine, revenge is good. But its not like that every time, the moment injustice is done to you, you can have your revenge the very next moment. Some times it takes days and even years. In my case it took years. So what are you suppose to do during that time? Turn the anger switch off or look for professional help for anger management.
I say there is a third option. You remain angry. You blame them infront of other people. You get your revenge. But you don't let them get away and their protectors. You punish them.
And since you are going to remain angry rather than being called psycho, its only human that you would like to have something that would calm you down.
Thats where profanity comes in.
A heaven it is.
Trust me.
I used to stop myself from cursing when I used to be angry and it only increased my frustration since it would stop me from completely expressing my feelings. It won't let my anger get out completely.
But in the last few months I have experimented, observed and proved to myself that cursing in response to injustice is a need. It lets you clean your system for anger. And in due time you are even ready to forgive the culprit party if they have changed their ways.
I was told that my uncle and my auntie had performed magic on me to make me horny and in time commit adultry with that bitch. I was angry and I wanted revenge. But after a few days I was asked to forgive them, since what was done, was done and that I would be rewarded handsomely for that. Till this time I had curse them a few time and my anger was not what it was.
But when the infidels planned to kill me, I found that this time I can't forgive and I wanted revenge to remain sane. And so I cursed my heart out. Even infront of my uncle and his whore. And also infront of some other people who were doing injustice with me. And once again I felt that my anger had an outlet. No need to mannage anger when you can easily put it to right use and wait for revenge.
And don't forget any injustice in your face is an insult and an insult behind the culprits back is in no way equal to the injustice that was done to you.
And as usual, I wanted to perfect this art of treatment and started reading about it. Searching the net and all that. Then suddenly yesterday I was rewarded.
An Encyclopedia of Swearing: The Social History of Oaths, Profanity, Foul Language, And Ethnic Slurs in the English-speaking World (Hardcover)
Ya, a hardcover book for a hardcore way of justice.
And using this I want to make my much needed lingual weapon to be as powerful as the Weapons of Mass Destruction.
I want it to be my Weapon of Masterful Insult.
Wasn't that cool
"I love the French language. I have sampled every language. French is my favorite. Fantastic language, especially to curse with[cursing in french] You see? It's like wiping your ass with silk. I love it."
The Merovingian, a chracter from the movie 'Matrix Reloaded'.
If that is true then I can't wait to learn French and then I want to find an Encyclopedia of Swearing: The Social History of Oaths, Profanity, Foul Language, And Ethnic Slurs in the French-speaking World (Hardcover).
And if that is not available, I might write my own to help promote justice and peace.
; )
If that is true then I can't wait to learn French and then I want to find an Encyclopedia of Swearing: The Social History of Oaths, Profanity, Foul Language, And Ethnic Slurs in the French-speaking World (Hardcover).
And if that is not available, I might write my own to help promote justice and peace.
; )
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 12th
October
Yah, I love ebooks. Didn't had anything else to say
Yes, all is good and not much to say.
Take care.
: )
Yes, all is good and not much to say.
Take care.
: )
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 11th
October
All is well
All is well.
Sorry, got late posting this as I overslept. I was a bit disturb due to a mistake that I make in case of my fiancees and didn't knew how to make it right. Anyway, sorry once again.
All is well.
Sorry, got late posting this as I overslept. I was a bit disturb due to a mistake that I make in case of my fiancees and didn't knew how to make it right. Anyway, sorry once again.
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 10th
October
My grave
Yesterday I said that Netscape was destroyed by Microsoft.
I was wrong to say that.
Both Windows and Internet Explorer belong to Microsoft and if they wish to give IE free with Windows, that is totaly legal and any objection to this practice is wrong and is a sin.
Microsoft has the right to try to make sure that more and more people use their software. Its plain old business and I am not in jihad directly with business or any product.
So I would like to apologize to anyone who read this and was hurt. I didn't gave it much thought and just wrote what every other Microsoft hater wants to believe.
I thought about it today and I feel guilty. I have made the correction in my last post.
I also thought of writting to Microsoft and ask their apology or punishment but thought it was better not to.
My reasons to hate Microsoft is not because I love Open Source but because Microsoft is directly being controlled by that Zionist Musad-CIA-RAW force of infidels, that wants me dead.
I don't know if Mr. Bill Gates is involved or not. So I have no fight with him or Windows or Zune. Its Microsoft itself and the hand of the Zionists. I know that alot of people blame Mr. Gates for many crimes but I have been unable to find any proof of it just like many others due to which he is as free as you and me. And it would be only just to think of him as a good businessman.
So this little mistake of mine is like a very small revenge. No need to ask forgiveness from these infidels.
Once again I am sorry and once again, Fuck them all.
Yesterday I said that Netscape was destroyed by Microsoft.
I was wrong to say that.
Both Windows and Internet Explorer belong to Microsoft and if they wish to give IE free with Windows, that is totaly legal and any objection to this practice is wrong and is a sin.
Microsoft has the right to try to make sure that more and more people use their software. Its plain old business and I am not in jihad directly with business or any product.
So I would like to apologize to anyone who read this and was hurt. I didn't gave it much thought and just wrote what every other Microsoft hater wants to believe.
I thought about it today and I feel guilty. I have made the correction in my last post.
I also thought of writting to Microsoft and ask their apology or punishment but thought it was better not to.
My reasons to hate Microsoft is not because I love Open Source but because Microsoft is directly being controlled by that Zionist Musad-CIA-RAW force of infidels, that wants me dead.
I don't know if Mr. Bill Gates is involved or not. So I have no fight with him or Windows or Zune. Its Microsoft itself and the hand of the Zionists. I know that alot of people blame Mr. Gates for many crimes but I have been unable to find any proof of it just like many others due to which he is as free as you and me. And it would be only just to think of him as a good businessman.
So this little mistake of mine is like a very small revenge. No need to ask forgiveness from these infidels.
Once again I am sorry and once again, Fuck them all.
"O ye who believe! stand out firmly for Allah as witnesses to fair dealing and let not the hatred of others to you make you swerve to wrong and depart from justice. Be just: that is next to Piety: and fear Allah for Allah is well-acquainted with all that ye do."(5:8)
Ready
From now onward, 6:10 PM 10/10/2006, my life is going to be a heaven forever. All pleasure and fun. Yes I will keep fighting injustice but I have been told that what I have faced uptill now, the future ones would be 68% less intense. Yes wars and all.
I have been prepared for that. I was made to take all the worst that has been brought on anyone uptill now. So that what usually happens normally remains a piece of cake for me.
In other words, I have been converted into a mixture of Superman, Romeo, Tarzan, Neo and lets say, a more advanced form of The Terminator.
When I was told this, I was so happy that I couldn't stop my tears and I started crying. God I am so happy that this is about to end. That all this would now be like scary dream. Something I would only laugh at and wont have to endure any more.
Thankyou Allah. Thank you so much. I love you. I love so much. Thanks.
God I am so happy.
I am sooooooo Haappppppppyyyyyyy.
I love you all.
: )
Ready
From now onward, 6:10 PM 10/10/2006, my life is going to be a heaven forever. All pleasure and fun. Yes I will keep fighting injustice but I have been told that what I have faced uptill now, the future ones would be 68% less intense. Yes wars and all.
I have been prepared for that. I was made to take all the worst that has been brought on anyone uptill now. So that what usually happens normally remains a piece of cake for me.
In other words, I have been converted into a mixture of Superman, Romeo, Tarzan, Neo and lets say, a more advanced form of The Terminator.
When I was told this, I was so happy that I couldn't stop my tears and I started crying. God I am so happy that this is about to end. That all this would now be like scary dream. Something I would only laugh at and wont have to endure any more.
Thankyou Allah. Thank you so much. I love you. I love so much. Thanks.
God I am so happy.
I am sooooooo Haappppppppyyyyyyy.
I love you all.
: )
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 9th
October
InshahAllah(if Allah wishes)
I am tired of people trying to proof that someday Zune will beat iPod. I don't even read news titles like 'Can zune stand upto ipod?', 'Will Microsoft’s Zune defeat the mighty iPod?' or 'Microsoft's Zune is ready for battle with iPod'.
But here(via Engadget) is something that I read only to share it with you.
Mr. Robertson predicted that Zune will be the biggest flop of 2007 and that Microsoft will not be able to sell more than 49,999 units. He asked the following question in his poll.
Do YOU generally agree or disagree with Michael in this week's Minute shown above?
From this poll and the other that I have seen, it is pretty obvious that Microsoft's ego won't let Zune die but Zune will kill Microsoft.
Microsoft will be destroyed but for one of the Engadget readers, Mr. Chris, Zune will not be the only reason.
I am tired of people trying to proof that someday Zune will beat iPod. I don't even read news titles like 'Can zune stand upto ipod?', 'Will Microsoft’s Zune defeat the mighty iPod?' or 'Microsoft's Zune is ready for battle with iPod'.
But here(via Engadget) is something that I read only to share it with you.
Mr. Robertson predicted that Zune will be the biggest flop of 2007 and that Microsoft will not be able to sell more than 49,999 units. He asked the following question in his poll.
Do YOU generally agree or disagree with Michael in this week's Minute shown above?
From this poll and the other that I have seen, it is pretty obvious that Microsoft's ego won't let Zune die but Zune will kill Microsoft.
Microsoft will be destroyed but for one of the Engadget readers, Mr. Chris, Zune will not be the only reason.
"Biggest flop of 2007? Only if Vista is realeased in 08."
May be Mr. Chris is right.
I mean, do you wonder why suddenly Sam Ramji, Director of Microsoft's Open Source Software Lab, invited members of Firefox's development team to the Microsoft campus, so that Microsoft could help Firefox run better under Windows Vista. I do. And I do because Microsoft right now is trying to prevent the loss of market share of Internet Explorer to Firefox by developing IE that has be on an almost stagnant development since end of Netscape browser.
And then we hear that Microsoft is attending conferences like 'Hack in the Box' and their Security Programme Manager Sarah Blankinship, tells us why.
May be Mr. Chris is right.
I mean, do you wonder why suddenly Sam Ramji, Director of Microsoft's Open Source Software Lab, invited members of Firefox's development team to the Microsoft campus, so that Microsoft could help Firefox run better under Windows Vista. I do. And I do because Microsoft right now is trying to prevent the loss of market share of Internet Explorer to Firefox by developing IE that has be on an almost stagnant development since end of Netscape browser.
And then we hear that Microsoft is attending conferences like 'Hack in the Box' and their Security Programme Manager Sarah Blankinship, tells us why.
"We come to conferences like Hack in the Box to engage with the security researcher community, to deepen our existing relationships, to understand new technologies, tools and methodologies, and ultimately to help us make our products more secure and to keep our customers safer."
Microsoft and hackers?
Do my ears decieve me. Microsoft is asking for help from people who love to break into Windows networks.
I tell you, some good souls at Microsoft are seriously sensing danger and are urging others to watch out because they are aware of egos of some of their coworkers. And most propbably it is due to this urging and sensible warnings, that Microsoft has been forced to extend their hand of friendship towards their enemies, just to shutup those 'Fools'.
But improving their image infront of their enemies will take a long time and during this time their own ego will do what Microsoft has been trying to stop their enemies from accomplishing.
Microsoft and hackers?
Do my ears decieve me. Microsoft is asking for help from people who love to break into Windows networks.
I tell you, some good souls at Microsoft are seriously sensing danger and are urging others to watch out because they are aware of egos of some of their coworkers. And most propbably it is due to this urging and sensible warnings, that Microsoft has been forced to extend their hand of friendship towards their enemies, just to shutup those 'Fools'.
But improving their image infront of their enemies will take a long time and during this time their own ego will do what Microsoft has been trying to stop their enemies from accomplishing.
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 6:00 am on 9th
October
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Just started my fast.
The sunrise has started and its time to work.
Today is Monday. On Saturday evening, my uncle Naseem-the-Pimp and his Dog-of-a-son Faisal, were trying to sell a car. The deal was being done outside our house.
The pimp and his whore were trying to get out of the country. They were planning to get out and then let their contacts kill me. That dog Faisal was in it too.
But as usual God was on my side.
I saw them doing this.
They got so scared that when the pimp told his whore, she fainted with fear.
Fear of death.
The pimp started to crying and screaming.
The son of the whore started calling me names and started lying about me infront of my grandmother.
Injustice.
I have been told to tell more truth that was being held back since the dog Faisal didn't did injustice to me that I knew of.
But I heard it and wanted my revenge.
He called me names and lied that my father's death was because of me. My father died of cancer that was thirty years old. And it was the cause of the magic that his brother Naseem and his whore did on him and me. And this dog had the guts to blame me for that.
Let me tell you what this sweet little family of traitors was upto.
The bigger pimp, the father, Naseem and his the-whore-of-the-city, Farhat wanted to make a great Pakistani traitor and an even bigger slaved pig of the Israel-US-India force of infidels, out of their son Faisal. The dog.
Yes fuck them all.
So the pimp and the whore decided, that they would have to rise above all and do things that all the great slaved pigs do.
An incest orgy.
Yes the father pig, the mother bicth and their dog son, got into a bed one night and fucked each other's brains out.
And sicne that night every thing has been done.
Faisal has fucked his mother, Farhat in her cunt and in her butthole. She has given her son blow jobs. Naseem fucked his son Faisal and sucked his cock. Faisal returned the favor and fucked his father, Naseem, and gave him blow jobs. After that it was time to go out and fuck other great slaved pigs.
This was done to make sure and to prove to others who saw the video of this biggest sin, that Naseem, Farhat and Faisal were those who would not betray the forces of infidels no matter what.
The movie was kept as a proof. Of the bravery of three heros. And to tell them that if they did anything wrong the movie will be sold into the market. Similarly they are made to kill and a movie of it too was made for the same reason.
Yes the force of the infidels got stronger with three more faithfuls. Naseem Paracha, Farhat Naseem Paracha and Faisal Naseem Paracha.
The great fuckers.
They were ready.
Ready to even kill an infant just for the fun of it. And yes they did. A very beautiful infant boy of humans who weren't friends with these infidels and weren't friends with Allah either. Those who were infidels themselves but a different type. The two types didn't knew each other but Allah knew. And Allah used one type of infidels to punish others.
Just like it has always happened in wars between infidels and faithfuls. The infidels would even kill innocent infants.
Hell with them. No we will not kill the infants. But by God, I will kill all the rest even if I am the only one to do it.
I will. And I am not alone. You better believe that or else...
Just started my fast.
The sunrise has started and its time to work.
Today is Monday. On Saturday evening, my uncle Naseem-the-Pimp and his Dog-of-a-son Faisal, were trying to sell a car. The deal was being done outside our house.
The pimp and his whore were trying to get out of the country. They were planning to get out and then let their contacts kill me. That dog Faisal was in it too.
But as usual God was on my side.
I saw them doing this.
They got so scared that when the pimp told his whore, she fainted with fear.
Fear of death.
The pimp started to crying and screaming.
The son of the whore started calling me names and started lying about me infront of my grandmother.
Injustice.
I have been told to tell more truth that was being held back since the dog Faisal didn't did injustice to me that I knew of.
But I heard it and wanted my revenge.
He called me names and lied that my father's death was because of me. My father died of cancer that was thirty years old. And it was the cause of the magic that his brother Naseem and his whore did on him and me. And this dog had the guts to blame me for that.
Let me tell you what this sweet little family of traitors was upto.
The bigger pimp, the father, Naseem and his the-whore-of-the-city, Farhat wanted to make a great Pakistani traitor and an even bigger slaved pig of the Israel-US-India force of infidels, out of their son Faisal. The dog.
Yes fuck them all.
So the pimp and the whore decided, that they would have to rise above all and do things that all the great slaved pigs do.
An incest orgy.
Yes the father pig, the mother bicth and their dog son, got into a bed one night and fucked each other's brains out.
And sicne that night every thing has been done.
Faisal has fucked his mother, Farhat in her cunt and in her butthole. She has given her son blow jobs. Naseem fucked his son Faisal and sucked his cock. Faisal returned the favor and fucked his father, Naseem, and gave him blow jobs. After that it was time to go out and fuck other great slaved pigs.
This was done to make sure and to prove to others who saw the video of this biggest sin, that Naseem, Farhat and Faisal were those who would not betray the forces of infidels no matter what.
The movie was kept as a proof. Of the bravery of three heros. And to tell them that if they did anything wrong the movie will be sold into the market. Similarly they are made to kill and a movie of it too was made for the same reason.
Yes the force of the infidels got stronger with three more faithfuls. Naseem Paracha, Farhat Naseem Paracha and Faisal Naseem Paracha.
The great fuckers.
They were ready.
Ready to even kill an infant just for the fun of it. And yes they did. A very beautiful infant boy of humans who weren't friends with these infidels and weren't friends with Allah either. Those who were infidels themselves but a different type. The two types didn't knew each other but Allah knew. And Allah used one type of infidels to punish others.
Just like it has always happened in wars between infidels and faithfuls. The infidels would even kill innocent infants.
Hell with them. No we will not kill the infants. But by God, I will kill all the rest even if I am the only one to do it.
I will. And I am not alone. You better believe that or else...
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 7th
October
All is well
Don't know what to say except for, that all is well. And that I am still waiting.
: )
Don't know what to say except for, that all is well. And that I am still waiting.
: )
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 6th
October
Survival of the fittest
What is pain and hell? Or what is pleasure and heaven?
I would like to explain these questions.
We all have likes and dislikes.
I enjoy eating, walking, reading, net, music, movies, technology, sports and jihad.
And I know I am going to enjoy sex alot.
So either its the limited life on this side of death or the eternal life on the other side of death, here is how I will be pleased or hurt.
Lets say from the above list I enjoy jihad the most.
Jihad.
Wanting to do justice. Hope.
Seeing justice being done. Result.
Hope and result.
From the two, its the result that is manipulated to provide pleasure or pain.
Hope is great. It is something that is needed to remain alive. To keep functioning.
But result is something that is controlled.
If I commit a sin, depending on the type of sin, my punishment will be somewhere between less enjoyable result or no result at all.
Or in the life after death, from grave to hell, I would be placed in a scenario where I am told that If I could fight these God created infidels and win, I will be rewarded. But that win is never allowed to happen. And my hope is kept alive. Again and again. Here depending on the type of sin, my punishment will be somewhere between getting result in little time and no result(for infidels).
Similarly, if I have a good deed to show for, depending on the type of deed, my reward will be how easily I am allowed to achieve the result.
Or in the life after death, from grave to heaven, all my hobbies and wishes from the life before death are intensified. Then I am told in how many ways I can achieve a certain result. I can enjoy each and every way whenever I want. Now since two plus two is equal to four and one chemical produces the effect equal to a single smile, The number of results that can be achieved is infinite.
Similarly our dislikes and fears will also be used to do justice. For the sinners, according to the level of their sins, the intensity of their dislikes and fears will be increased. Then depending on the level of their sins they will be placed in situations which they will hate and be afraid of, little or ALOT.
But incase of the faithfuls, they will be made to forget their dislikes and fears. They will simply enjoy every thing and every time it will be somthing new. The limit is infinity.
The choice is yours.
What is pain and hell? Or what is pleasure and heaven?
I would like to explain these questions.
We all have likes and dislikes.
I enjoy eating, walking, reading, net, music, movies, technology, sports and jihad.
And I know I am going to enjoy sex alot.
So either its the limited life on this side of death or the eternal life on the other side of death, here is how I will be pleased or hurt.
Lets say from the above list I enjoy jihad the most.
Jihad.
Wanting to do justice. Hope.
Seeing justice being done. Result.
Hope and result.
From the two, its the result that is manipulated to provide pleasure or pain.
Hope is great. It is something that is needed to remain alive. To keep functioning.
But result is something that is controlled.
If I commit a sin, depending on the type of sin, my punishment will be somewhere between less enjoyable result or no result at all.
Or in the life after death, from grave to hell, I would be placed in a scenario where I am told that If I could fight these God created infidels and win, I will be rewarded. But that win is never allowed to happen. And my hope is kept alive. Again and again. Here depending on the type of sin, my punishment will be somewhere between getting result in little time and no result(for infidels).
Similarly, if I have a good deed to show for, depending on the type of deed, my reward will be how easily I am allowed to achieve the result.
Or in the life after death, from grave to heaven, all my hobbies and wishes from the life before death are intensified. Then I am told in how many ways I can achieve a certain result. I can enjoy each and every way whenever I want. Now since two plus two is equal to four and one chemical produces the effect equal to a single smile, The number of results that can be achieved is infinite.
Similarly our dislikes and fears will also be used to do justice. For the sinners, according to the level of their sins, the intensity of their dislikes and fears will be increased. Then depending on the level of their sins they will be placed in situations which they will hate and be afraid of, little or ALOT.
But incase of the faithfuls, they will be made to forget their dislikes and fears. They will simply enjoy every thing and every time it will be somthing new. The limit is infinity.
The choice is yours.
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 5th
October
We all are same
All is well.
Keep praying.
And do you like cartoons. Do watch them, they will give you a reason to smile and again.
And do you know why you should smile?
Simply because you look good.
Take care.
All is well.
Keep praying.
And do you like cartoons. Do watch them, they will give you a reason to smile and again.
And do you know why you should smile?
Simply because you look good.
Take care.
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 4th
October
Looks could be deceiving
Peshawar is a much smaller and not that much developed city compared to Karachi, where I live. Yet in many ways I see Peshawar more CIVILIZED.
Few days back, on my way to pick up my sister from her college I saw a car coming the wrong way on a main road. The driver wanted to enter a street that was on the other side and if he had followed the law, he had to drive all the way to the signal and then take a U turn to comeback. Instead he found it EASIER to take a shortcut by breaking the law.
I saw this and wanted to do something to teach him some law, but it was not my place to do so. The traffic police should have fined him. But there was no such police. And it was obvious the driver was not afraid of any. He didn't cared even if the police were standing, out of his site, in the street.
I moved on but this reminded me of the time when I was in Peshawar last year. I was in a rickshaw going to my sister's house. On the way the driver broke a signal but he was caught after driving a little further. The traffic warden came upto the rickshaw and without anyword he hit the rickshaw driver twice on his arm with the a stick that he was carrying. Only after that he told him what the punisment was for.
It was very hot and this beautiful act of justice pleased me alot. The driver was insulted infront of every one else and I could see his ashamed face that was already red due to heat and smoke, even more redder. The drops of sweat and his groaning served as a topping.
Remembering this I wished I could see that driver who was going wrong way being punished in the same fashion infront of everyone else.
I was smiling at the thought when I approached a red signal and stopped my car.
As I stopped I saw a traffic warden standing on my right, on the footpath. The moment I saw him I wanted to ask his views on what I was smiling about.
When he looked at me, it was obvious he was tired and heat was making matters worse. His name was Javed.
"How do you feel when you see drivers breaking law." I asked him.
He made a punch and moved it up and down, saying, "I wish I could grab them and give them a good beating."
"Won't you like it if you had a stick and you could please your heart.", said I.
"You just get me the authority and I would teach each and every one of them."
I agreed with him, "They know that if they get caught, all they will have to do is to pay a small fine. But if they are insulted infront of a mass of people who are laughing at them, it would stop most of them."
He agreed.
Peshawar is a much smaller and not that much developed city compared to Karachi, where I live. Yet in many ways I see Peshawar more CIVILIZED.
Few days back, on my way to pick up my sister from her college I saw a car coming the wrong way on a main road. The driver wanted to enter a street that was on the other side and if he had followed the law, he had to drive all the way to the signal and then take a U turn to comeback. Instead he found it EASIER to take a shortcut by breaking the law.
I saw this and wanted to do something to teach him some law, but it was not my place to do so. The traffic police should have fined him. But there was no such police. And it was obvious the driver was not afraid of any. He didn't cared even if the police were standing, out of his site, in the street.
I moved on but this reminded me of the time when I was in Peshawar last year. I was in a rickshaw going to my sister's house. On the way the driver broke a signal but he was caught after driving a little further. The traffic warden came upto the rickshaw and without anyword he hit the rickshaw driver twice on his arm with the a stick that he was carrying. Only after that he told him what the punisment was for.
It was very hot and this beautiful act of justice pleased me alot. The driver was insulted infront of every one else and I could see his ashamed face that was already red due to heat and smoke, even more redder. The drops of sweat and his groaning served as a topping.
Remembering this I wished I could see that driver who was going wrong way being punished in the same fashion infront of everyone else.
I was smiling at the thought when I approached a red signal and stopped my car.
As I stopped I saw a traffic warden standing on my right, on the footpath. The moment I saw him I wanted to ask his views on what I was smiling about.
When he looked at me, it was obvious he was tired and heat was making matters worse. His name was Javed.
"How do you feel when you see drivers breaking law." I asked him.
He made a punch and moved it up and down, saying, "I wish I could grab them and give them a good beating."
"Won't you like it if you had a stick and you could please your heart.", said I.
"You just get me the authority and I would teach each and every one of them."
I agreed with him, "They know that if they get caught, all they will have to do is to pay a small fine. But if they are insulted infront of a mass of people who are laughing at them, it would stop most of them."
He agreed.
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 3rd
October
Hopes
Not much today.
My net wasn't working with that speed. Kept getting disconected.
But did downloaded a photo of the inside of that glass-cube-underground-NYC-Apple-store from Flickr.
Cool. All that steel and glass looked nice.
Saw some people sitting around the stairs and I was wondering when I would be sitting there.
Anyway, thats it. All is well. Keep praying.
Not much today.
My net wasn't working with that speed. Kept getting disconected.
But did downloaded a photo of the inside of that glass-cube-underground-NYC-Apple-store from Flickr.
Cool. All that steel and glass looked nice.
Saw some people sitting around the stairs and I was wondering when I would be sitting there.
Anyway, thats it. All is well. Keep praying.
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 2nd
October
I am not alone
No, he didn't died.
So it was a test.
But he will.
The whole day I kept waiting. Thinking that may be its time for me to see my fiancees. Meet my friends whom I only know through the net. That may be, just may be, its time to escape that ruin.
But alas, it is not.
When? I don't know.
I wish its the next minute.
I am told that, to meet them I have to go. Leave Pakistan.
So I will.
I have faith.
And I have the internet conection and my blog. Those rumors about Apple and the news of what my heros are upto. And there are the infidels causing pain and the news of the faithfuls and their attempts at spreading justice.
Yes, it is difficult being alone. But the net, music and my friends the easiness.
Of course, the thought of just stop being the faithful crosses my mind and has crossed numerous times. All the beauties of this world and all the temptations that are being offered, do make me want to stop being alone.
A test, this is too.
But the second thought that comes to mind is the question, for how long? May be hundred years. Than what? One day death will get me. For only 36500 days of ecstasy mixed with hardship and sarrow, I will give up a life full of fun, play, enjoyment and laughter.
No, way.
My perfectionist nature does not allows me to accept that.
I will wait and let Allah decide when to stop. Surely It would stop someday. There are others who are involved. I know they won't be able to wait that long. I know sometimes they become sad. Even angry.
I know some of you love me and are eager to meet me.
Will It let them give up? I don't think so. I need them. I need true friends. I am in need of true love. I am here for you.
No, he didn't died.
So it was a test.
But he will.
The whole day I kept waiting. Thinking that may be its time for me to see my fiancees. Meet my friends whom I only know through the net. That may be, just may be, its time to escape that ruin.
But alas, it is not.
When? I don't know.
I wish its the next minute.
I am told that, to meet them I have to go. Leave Pakistan.
So I will.
I have faith.
And I have the internet conection and my blog. Those rumors about Apple and the news of what my heros are upto. And there are the infidels causing pain and the news of the faithfuls and their attempts at spreading justice.
Yes, it is difficult being alone. But the net, music and my friends the easiness.
Of course, the thought of just stop being the faithful crosses my mind and has crossed numerous times. All the beauties of this world and all the temptations that are being offered, do make me want to stop being alone.
A test, this is too.
But the second thought that comes to mind is the question, for how long? May be hundred years. Than what? One day death will get me. For only 36500 days of ecstasy mixed with hardship and sarrow, I will give up a life full of fun, play, enjoyment and laughter.
No, way.
My perfectionist nature does not allows me to accept that.
I will wait and let Allah decide when to stop. Surely It would stop someday. There are others who are involved. I know they won't be able to wait that long. I know sometimes they become sad. Even angry.
I know some of you love me and are eager to meet me.
Will It let them give up? I don't think so. I need them. I need true friends. I am in need of true love. I am here for you.
"I know not which of us was the most grieved, they or I, that I should be called away upon the eve of battle, but an order is an order, and a good soldier can but shrug his shoulders and obey."
From 'Adventures of Gerard' by Arthur Conan Doyle
O'TanoKey, its my blog's life. 1st
October
How it happened
We all see dreams. Some have a meaning and some don't. Some dreams don't make sense.
But there are some dreams you keep seeing, repeatedly, again and again. As if some one is calling you. Waiting for you.
I have been seeing two such dreams.
I will mention one of them here.
I have seen a dream many times. I used to see it alot when I was a child and when I would wake up I remember being confused and abit afraid.
And it always had the same theme.
Here is how I saw it the last time.
I am running. Trying to get out. But I am trapped. Its not a cell or a house. Its a village or a small town. But a destroyed one. An empty one. Uninhabited. A ruin.
I just can't seem to find my way out.
I am looking for my home. A family. Some love. But I just can't find it. But I don't give up. I keep running.
Then after some time I enter this house. And I see a woman sitting on the floor and she is looking under a cupboard. She is trying to get something out.
Suddenly she pulls her arm. And I see a doll. A white colored doll.
She stands up. The doll hanging from her hand. Like something dead.
And then she looks at me.
It was my that bitch, my auntie Farhat.
I see her and I just turn and run away.
And my eyes opened.
Many years later, I am told the meaning, painfully.
I am trapped among people who don't know how to live. How love. How to know God. I want to go away. I am running away from them. Away from such mentality. Some where peacefull. Some where lonely. Some where I could find love. Friends. And a home.
Meanwhile the doll is put to work.
My uncle and auntie do magic on me. They are told that the only person who stands in their way of getting all of my grandma's property and alot of respect, is myself. Their nephew Fahad. A boy then. They are told that they will have to put milk in the doll's mouth as long as they want their victim to remain under them. The magic was to make me horny. So horny that it forces me to commit adultry. If their is any problem in getting the property, the witch Farhat would seduce me and would force me to sign it over to her.
My family forces me to complete my MBBS degree. I fight with them because bribe was placed in place of some document that was submitted later. It was some one else's right. We had alot of fight over this.
My uncle and auntie would hear this every time and think that I was very stubborn and wouldn't do anything wrong. They go back for help. They are told that another spell would be dangerous for them too. Its better to keep doing the first one and wait for an opportunity.
After my father's death, I am told about the magic and what my uncle and auntie were planning. Obviously I wanted revenge. But I am told to forgive them. I am told that revenge won't change anything but it would bring me alot of good. So I sincerely forgive them. I did get angry at them but after remembering that I have forgiven them, I would calm myself down.
Later I am told a truth. I am told that Allah had used that spell to convert my horniness into sheer strength. And yes every one told me that I was very strong. I could feel it. And I am told it will increase even more.
Only time will how big this reward is. On that I am told that this is not a reward for forgiving them. That would be something else.
I feel truely blessed.
Few days before I confront Naseem, I tell my friend Adnan that I saw dream once. I saw that I escape from a house. I enter the garden and I see a ladder. A friend is behind me. I start to climb the ladder and I see a female monkey with three childrens. Half way up the ledder I see the female monkey yell adn look down. I turn around and see my friend strinking a male monkey with a big stick and kill it. I take the stick and about to hit the female monkey when I wake up.
It had to be right then. I had to tell Adnan about this dream.
Later my uncle Naseem, an American spy, finds out that I have some very powreful contacts in the Pakistan Government. He is unable to find out who are my contacts but he does not wants his mother to give me Rs. 10 million.
So he and that bitch plan to kill me. Farhat sells her body for nine days.
I am told all about this.
And I can see it too. The change in their attitude. So nice and sweet. Something was definitely wrong.
This time I wanted revenge. I am told I will be avenged. I am told that Naseem's share of my grandma's property will be given to me.
later Allah gives me a thought. Why not confront Naseem. I ask Allah about it and I am told I should do that.
I don't know how to do it.
My friend Adnan, goes to buy a book. His mother tells him to get their clothes from the drycleaner on the way back. He reaches back home and then remembers that he had to go to the drycleaner. Allah made him forget. So instead of going to his house he goes to the drycleaner.
I want to meet Adnan. I go out of the house and I am moving in the direction of his house. Adnan is on the other side of the road and sees me going in the direction of his house. He calls me.
A minute earlier or late, and he would have not seen me.
It had to be right then.
He tells me that he has to go to drycleaner's shop and will back in few minutes.
I tell him that I would be waiting for him right outside my house. I sit there and wait. After a little while, Naseem comes out of the house. I see him and I want to confront him but not sure what to say. Couldn't find the confidence. But I did wanted to strangle that coward.
Anyway my friend returns and he tells me that he knew that I was waiting and so he didn't went up to his house. Gave his father the stuff and came straight to see me.
Again, devine intervension. His father had to be there right at that time when he returns.
We go and have some drinks and chat.
On our way back I see Naseem coming towards us. He is out for a walk.
I see and I confront him.
My friend is with me.
I say, "I have heard that you want to kill me."
He looks at me. Confused at what I have just said him. And when the confusion sets down, shock and fear take over. he starts yelling. Wants to know who told him. Starts using foul language. People around us start looking towards us.
Repeatedly he keeps asking who told me.
He was thinking that one of his confiders must have told me. He wanted to find out the name of that traitor.
I kept telling him to do whatever he can. Get whom ever he can. I will take care of all of you. At the moment I was thinking that in Quran Allah tells us that we should scare them. So I am doing that. Not knowing how I will take care of them.
When he doesn't gets any name from me after repeating his question for more than a dozen times, he gets scared. He thinks that now his death is certain through my contacts. So he starts lying that I said that I would kill him, thinking people around us would hear him and after his death would blame me.
At first I couldn't see this. But later Allah guides me and I start laughing. I yell and say "thats what he wants me to say so that every one hears it. But I will not say it."
Its then that he gives up. And my friend and I move on.
A little while after I come back home, I hear him enter the house. But the weird thing was that I don't hear him yelling. After a little while I hear some one come down and go out.
I want to meet my friend Adnan again and laugh at what has happened. I go out. The gate is open. When I reach the gate, I see Naseem standing. His back towards me. As I get out he turns and sees me, but says not a word.
Fear. Afraid that my friend Adnan saw and heard every thing. Even his lie, which was so obvious.
Death. My friend striking the male monkey with a stick.
Cowardance. The nature of the devil and his friends.
And I am smilling.
I am so happy.
Victorious.
I was helped.
As promised.
Yes fuck them.
And now I am being told he is drinking whisky like hell.
I am told that he will die today. Ulcers would kill him.
Fuck him.
Fuck them.
Fuck them All.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Hands
Few days back I blogged about enjoying and downloading videos from Youtube.
I have stopped that.
I used to record music from the radio. Because I didn't had enough money to buy as many CDs as I needed and because I could have everything that was new and I liked.
I have stopped doing that too. Have recorded 786 tracks. About 3gb of music. Now I will be replacing them. Each and every one of them.
Why?
Because I want to help and improve this world of ours.
Both acts are legal. Not a sin.
But I still want to stop.
Quality comes with price.
The people who create music, songs, movies, ads and trailers, deserve that they get paid for their hard work.
We enjoy our music and our tube so much.
We should pay back too.
Make sure that good stuff keeps coming our way.
Good minds keep producing.
So I thought that there is no need to copy from radio or from a video service.
I want it and I want the creator to recieve the money so that I keep getting good stuff from them.
So that they could enjoy making it as much as I enjoy using it.
And we all use media to bring colors to our lives.
Why deprive them, of these colors?
Please fight piracy.
Joke
The new hooker just finished her first trick. When she came back down to the street, the seasoned veterans all gathered around to hear the details.
She said "Well, he was a big muscular and handsome sailor."
"Well, what did he want to do?" they all asked.
She said, "I told him that a straight lay was $100, but he said he didn't have that much. So I told him that oral sex would be $75, but he didn't have that much either. Finally I said, well how much do you have? The sailor said that he only had $25. So I told him for $25 all I can do is service you by hand. He agreed and after getting the finance straight, he pulled it out and I put one hand on it, and then a second hand above the first and then the first hand above the second hand."
"Oh my god!" they all exclaimed, "It must have been huge. Then what did you do?"
"I loaned him $75!" she said.
Joke
A man and his wife are awoken at 3 o'clock in the morning by a knock on the door. The man gets up and goes to the door where a stranger is asking for a push.
"Not a chance" says the husband -- "It's three o'clock in the morning!"
He closes the door and returns to bed.
"Who was it?" asks his wife.
"Just a stranger asking for a push" he answers.
"Did you help him? she asks.
"No I didn't -- it's three in the morning"
"Well you've got a short memory" says his wife, "Can't you remember about three months ago when we broke down on holiday and those two guys helped us?. I hink you should help him."
The man does as he is told and returns to the front door and calls out into the dark "Hello -- are you still there?"
"Yes", comes the answer.
"Do you still want a push?" calls out the husband.
"Yes please!" comes the reply from the dark.
"Where are you?" asks the husband
"Over here on the swing" the man replies.
We all see dreams. Some have a meaning and some don't. Some dreams don't make sense.
But there are some dreams you keep seeing, repeatedly, again and again. As if some one is calling you. Waiting for you.
I have been seeing two such dreams.
I will mention one of them here.
I have seen a dream many times. I used to see it alot when I was a child and when I would wake up I remember being confused and abit afraid.
And it always had the same theme.
Here is how I saw it the last time.
I am running. Trying to get out. But I am trapped. Its not a cell or a house. Its a village or a small town. But a destroyed one. An empty one. Uninhabited. A ruin.
I just can't seem to find my way out.
I am looking for my home. A family. Some love. But I just can't find it. But I don't give up. I keep running.
Then after some time I enter this house. And I see a woman sitting on the floor and she is looking under a cupboard. She is trying to get something out.
Suddenly she pulls her arm. And I see a doll. A white colored doll.
She stands up. The doll hanging from her hand. Like something dead.
And then she looks at me.
It was my that bitch, my auntie Farhat.
I see her and I just turn and run away.
And my eyes opened.
Many years later, I am told the meaning, painfully.
I am trapped among people who don't know how to live. How love. How to know God. I want to go away. I am running away from them. Away from such mentality. Some where peacefull. Some where lonely. Some where I could find love. Friends. And a home.
Meanwhile the doll is put to work.
My uncle and auntie do magic on me. They are told that the only person who stands in their way of getting all of my grandma's property and alot of respect, is myself. Their nephew Fahad. A boy then. They are told that they will have to put milk in the doll's mouth as long as they want their victim to remain under them. The magic was to make me horny. So horny that it forces me to commit adultry. If their is any problem in getting the property, the witch Farhat would seduce me and would force me to sign it over to her.
My family forces me to complete my MBBS degree. I fight with them because bribe was placed in place of some document that was submitted later. It was some one else's right. We had alot of fight over this.
My uncle and auntie would hear this every time and think that I was very stubborn and wouldn't do anything wrong. They go back for help. They are told that another spell would be dangerous for them too. Its better to keep doing the first one and wait for an opportunity.
After my father's death, I am told about the magic and what my uncle and auntie were planning. Obviously I wanted revenge. But I am told to forgive them. I am told that revenge won't change anything but it would bring me alot of good. So I sincerely forgive them. I did get angry at them but after remembering that I have forgiven them, I would calm myself down.
Later I am told a truth. I am told that Allah had used that spell to convert my horniness into sheer strength. And yes every one told me that I was very strong. I could feel it. And I am told it will increase even more.
Only time will how big this reward is. On that I am told that this is not a reward for forgiving them. That would be something else.
I feel truely blessed.
Few days before I confront Naseem, I tell my friend Adnan that I saw dream once. I saw that I escape from a house. I enter the garden and I see a ladder. A friend is behind me. I start to climb the ladder and I see a female monkey with three childrens. Half way up the ledder I see the female monkey yell adn look down. I turn around and see my friend strinking a male monkey with a big stick and kill it. I take the stick and about to hit the female monkey when I wake up.
It had to be right then. I had to tell Adnan about this dream.
Later my uncle Naseem, an American spy, finds out that I have some very powreful contacts in the Pakistan Government. He is unable to find out who are my contacts but he does not wants his mother to give me Rs. 10 million.
So he and that bitch plan to kill me. Farhat sells her body for nine days.
I am told all about this.
And I can see it too. The change in their attitude. So nice and sweet. Something was definitely wrong.
This time I wanted revenge. I am told I will be avenged. I am told that Naseem's share of my grandma's property will be given to me.
later Allah gives me a thought. Why not confront Naseem. I ask Allah about it and I am told I should do that.
I don't know how to do it.
My friend Adnan, goes to buy a book. His mother tells him to get their clothes from the drycleaner on the way back. He reaches back home and then remembers that he had to go to the drycleaner. Allah made him forget. So instead of going to his house he goes to the drycleaner.
I want to meet Adnan. I go out of the house and I am moving in the direction of his house. Adnan is on the other side of the road and sees me going in the direction of his house. He calls me.
A minute earlier or late, and he would have not seen me.
It had to be right then.
He tells me that he has to go to drycleaner's shop and will back in few minutes.
I tell him that I would be waiting for him right outside my house. I sit there and wait. After a little while, Naseem comes out of the house. I see him and I want to confront him but not sure what to say. Couldn't find the confidence. But I did wanted to strangle that coward.
Anyway my friend returns and he tells me that he knew that I was waiting and so he didn't went up to his house. Gave his father the stuff and came straight to see me.
Again, devine intervension. His father had to be there right at that time when he returns.
We go and have some drinks and chat.
On our way back I see Naseem coming towards us. He is out for a walk.
I see and I confront him.
My friend is with me.
I say, "I have heard that you want to kill me."
He looks at me. Confused at what I have just said him. And when the confusion sets down, shock and fear take over. he starts yelling. Wants to know who told him. Starts using foul language. People around us start looking towards us.
Repeatedly he keeps asking who told me.
He was thinking that one of his confiders must have told me. He wanted to find out the name of that traitor.
I kept telling him to do whatever he can. Get whom ever he can. I will take care of all of you. At the moment I was thinking that in Quran Allah tells us that we should scare them. So I am doing that. Not knowing how I will take care of them.
When he doesn't gets any name from me after repeating his question for more than a dozen times, he gets scared. He thinks that now his death is certain through my contacts. So he starts lying that I said that I would kill him, thinking people around us would hear him and after his death would blame me.
At first I couldn't see this. But later Allah guides me and I start laughing. I yell and say "thats what he wants me to say so that every one hears it. But I will not say it."
Its then that he gives up. And my friend and I move on.
A little while after I come back home, I hear him enter the house. But the weird thing was that I don't hear him yelling. After a little while I hear some one come down and go out.
I want to meet my friend Adnan again and laugh at what has happened. I go out. The gate is open. When I reach the gate, I see Naseem standing. His back towards me. As I get out he turns and sees me, but says not a word.
Fear. Afraid that my friend Adnan saw and heard every thing. Even his lie, which was so obvious.
Death. My friend striking the male monkey with a stick.
Cowardance. The nature of the devil and his friends.
And I am smilling.
I am so happy.
Victorious.
I was helped.
As promised.
Yes fuck them.
And now I am being told he is drinking whisky like hell.
I am told that he will die today. Ulcers would kill him.
Fuck him.
Fuck them.
Fuck them All.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Hands
Few days back I blogged about enjoying and downloading videos from Youtube.
I have stopped that.
I used to record music from the radio. Because I didn't had enough money to buy as many CDs as I needed and because I could have everything that was new and I liked.
I have stopped doing that too. Have recorded 786 tracks. About 3gb of music. Now I will be replacing them. Each and every one of them.
Why?
Because I want to help and improve this world of ours.
Both acts are legal. Not a sin.
But I still want to stop.
Quality comes with price.
The people who create music, songs, movies, ads and trailers, deserve that they get paid for their hard work.
We enjoy our music and our tube so much.
We should pay back too.
Make sure that good stuff keeps coming our way.
Good minds keep producing.
So I thought that there is no need to copy from radio or from a video service.
I want it and I want the creator to recieve the money so that I keep getting good stuff from them.
So that they could enjoy making it as much as I enjoy using it.
And we all use media to bring colors to our lives.
Why deprive them, of these colors?
Please fight piracy.
Joke
The new hooker just finished her first trick. When she came back down to the street, the seasoned veterans all gathered around to hear the details.
She said "Well, he was a big muscular and handsome sailor."
"Well, what did he want to do?" they all asked.
She said, "I told him that a straight lay was $100, but he said he didn't have that much. So I told him that oral sex would be $75, but he didn't have that much either. Finally I said, well how much do you have? The sailor said that he only had $25. So I told him for $25 all I can do is service you by hand. He agreed and after getting the finance straight, he pulled it out and I put one hand on it, and then a second hand above the first and then the first hand above the second hand."
"Oh my god!" they all exclaimed, "It must have been huge. Then what did you do?"
"I loaned him $75!" she said.
Joke
A man and his wife are awoken at 3 o'clock in the morning by a knock on the door. The man gets up and goes to the door where a stranger is asking for a push.
"Not a chance" says the husband -- "It's three o'clock in the morning!"
He closes the door and returns to bed.
"Who was it?" asks his wife.
"Just a stranger asking for a push" he answers.
"Did you help him? she asks.
"No I didn't -- it's three in the morning"
"Well you've got a short memory" says his wife, "Can't you remember about three months ago when we broke down on holiday and those two guys helped us?. I hink you should help him."
The man does as he is told and returns to the front door and calls out into the dark "Hello -- are you still there?"
"Yes", comes the answer.
"Do you still want a push?" calls out the husband.
"Yes please!" comes the reply from the dark.
"Where are you?" asks the husband
"Over here on the swing" the man replies.