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The journalism/report/news sources that covers this crisis are many, and I read them all. Everytime I read and watch one that is skewed towards pro-Zionism, my heart just shattered and I kind of succumbs to denial as I struggle to comprehend the degree of ignorance .
And when I scroll further down to read the comment threads left by others, my conscience was put on a test when I saw those that supports Israeli terror and accused the Gaza resistance ridiculous twisted things to justify the Zionists acts.
My blood boils in anger, but it has been to much so that I end up feeling helpless and utter dismay.
But this evening, on God's will I managed to join the peaceful rally organized by coalitions of NGOs held at Dataran Merdeka, to show solidarity and support in the National level for the brothers and sisters in Palestine-Gaza.
That was like a jumpstart to the shaken me. The rally organizers have few speakers for the stage, sharing insights and encourage everyone as a nation to stand up ad put pressure to stop the Israeli-Zionist cruelty.
Among the speakers were Malaysia Church Council Youth Wing representative (something like that) a medical doctor, a Gaza man and women that happens to pursue PhD in the country, celebrities like Afdlin Shauki, Ella, Hattan, Faizal Tahir.
Early reports says that the more than 50,000 people came to show their solidarity at the rally.
And at the end of the evening, my conscience is - fixed.
Yes it is true, we live in a fucked up world right now. The hidden hands controlled the world.
Only God knows what will happen when these hidden hands feels challenged and threatened. Which is pretty much incrementally building up now.
And we are such an insignificant powerless fraction before their big plans and games.
But remember
أعوذ بالله من الشيطان الرجيم بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
"The believers are only those who, when Allah is mentioned,
feel a fear in their hearts and when His verses are recited to them, it
increases them in faith; and upon their Lord they rely"
- (Surah al-Anfal 8:2)
There's hope. and it is a powerful uncalculate-able element that have so much power.
After yesterday's evening, I know that hope and faith is what I need to focus on.
And for that, it's another part of me that I need to get it fixed. Study the verses of Allah more and more, to educate myself of faith and hope. For that's where the strength are for us to harness.
Just like what our brothers and sisters in Gaza, and the Izzuddin Al-Qassam resistance brigade has shown to us ever so clearly. Al-Quran is their source of strength to defend and fight for their homeland from the obnoxious murderous hate-mongering crybabies of Israeli-Zionist forces.
Sunday, August 3, 2014
Saturday, August 2, 2014
reduced (stand with Gaza)
Salam
In the span of previous couple of months, I have managed to write down some thoughts into blog posts but yet to be published here. The subject (or at least the root of it) are pictures, accessories, Ramadhan & Raya, and women.
But i have decided to just keep it as drafts..not because I'm experiencing writer's block or have burnt out.
It is because I am reduced to profound grief, and utter dismay following all the sad news that have fallen upon us recently.
The tragedies were aplenty, to name some- MH370, MH17 and Gaza shelling by the Israel-Zionists quarters.
The depth of my grief is unprecedented.. I did not know I can be this depressed and affected by a global incident. The terror that Palestinians experience is still ongoing..
They need our help in all possible means..be it financial, material or solidarity..and prayers..Nothing else inside my life seems more important than their sufferings right now..Every single thing that I think matters- like my good news and happiness, my joy and excitement about things in my life, are actually very trivial and of petty levels..and wound be right smack pale in comparison with what happened in the oppressed land of Gaza..
My personal emotions towards those little personal developments in my life, does not deserve any of my attention before the vivid imageries of brutality and indiscriminate slaughter the IDF and its allies has done to my brothers and sisters in Gaza.
Feels weak. and shaken. and guilty. and insensitively selfish to still be focusing on (and expressing) non-Gaza related personal stuffs.
And I would rather silently mourn in contemplation with the development of the crisis, and refrain from expressing anything personal that does not related (and help) at all with the matter.
I cannot function well and act normal, when the people of Palestines are shelled and killed inhumanely by the Israel-Zionists coalitions.
I cannot be swayed by happy developments or anything to the point of expressing it right away in facebook or blog. Maybe it's just me..being dramatic..but I do feel reduced to sorrow.
Israel-Zionists are murderous bully, a hate-mongering crybaby, cowardly self-proclaimed victim, lowly pile of BS..acting againts all ground of moral values. Their run of terror will soon end, people of the world are beginning to see beyond their excuses games and card plays.
Palestine will prevail and triumph. Israel-Zionists will reap what they sow.
#prayforGaza #prayforIsrael
like seriously, PRAY.
In the span of previous couple of months, I have managed to write down some thoughts into blog posts but yet to be published here. The subject (or at least the root of it) are pictures, accessories, Ramadhan & Raya, and women.
But i have decided to just keep it as drafts..not because I'm experiencing writer's block or have burnt out.
It is because I am reduced to profound grief, and utter dismay following all the sad news that have fallen upon us recently.
The tragedies were aplenty, to name some- MH370, MH17 and Gaza shelling by the Israel-Zionists quarters.
The depth of my grief is unprecedented.. I did not know I can be this depressed and affected by a global incident. The terror that Palestinians experience is still ongoing..
They need our help in all possible means..be it financial, material or solidarity..and prayers..Nothing else inside my life seems more important than their sufferings right now..Every single thing that I think matters- like my good news and happiness, my joy and excitement about things in my life, are actually very trivial and of petty levels..and wound be right smack pale in comparison with what happened in the oppressed land of Gaza..
My personal emotions towards those little personal developments in my life, does not deserve any of my attention before the vivid imageries of brutality and indiscriminate slaughter the IDF and its allies has done to my brothers and sisters in Gaza.
Feels weak. and shaken. and guilty. and insensitively selfish to still be focusing on (and expressing) non-Gaza related personal stuffs.
And I would rather silently mourn in contemplation with the development of the crisis, and refrain from expressing anything personal that does not related (and help) at all with the matter.
I cannot function well and act normal, when the people of Palestines are shelled and killed inhumanely by the Israel-Zionists coalitions.
I cannot be swayed by happy developments or anything to the point of expressing it right away in facebook or blog. Maybe it's just me..being dramatic..but I do feel reduced to sorrow.
Israel-Zionists are murderous bully, a hate-mongering crybaby, cowardly self-proclaimed victim, lowly pile of BS..acting againts all ground of moral values. Their run of terror will soon end, people of the world are beginning to see beyond their excuses games and card plays.
Palestine will prevail and triumph. Israel-Zionists will reap what they sow.
#prayforGaza #prayforIsrael
like seriously, PRAY.
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