Check out this video that I found on this blog
This blogger* thinks that Zulfi Bukhari (from MPACUK) was making an incorrect point, but I agree with Mr Bukhari - Abu Izzadeen is nothing but a loudmouth who no one actually listens to.
But the media love talking about/to him - he's nothing to the Muslim community! He doesn't represent anyone, and he just goes on about stuff that nobody really gives a flying hookah about.
To have arrested him, like Mr Bukhari said, will not go down well within the Muslim community - what great steps we're taking towards helping Muslims to "integrate"
*this blogger has the funkiest views on the Middle East Conflict - he thinks is Israel is good! lol! how stupid can someone be? May Allah help the Palestinians through their suffering and pain. Ameen
Showing posts with label TV. Show all posts
Showing posts with label TV. Show all posts
Monday, April 30, 2007
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Spectating
I wanted to to write something to express how I feel when witnessing images and coverage on TV about the Middle East. This poem sums it though...
Sitting on the sidelines of life I see so much but do so little,
A spectator of a spectacular film I watch on enthralled,
I feel their emotions, their pain, their happiness,
I feel so ready to say what it is that they’re doing wrong and am silent when I see the right,
I am weak I know as I sit there watching the big screen ,
Just not ready for my close-up yet,
Not ready to jump in,
A spectator of a spectacular film I watch on enthralled,
I feel myself getting weaker as I sit there not ready to peel my eyes off the screen I sit there not alone as it seems,
If I did I would see what’s on the screen is actually reality,
Its physicality staring back at me with those questioning eyes wondering where I have been,
So dead and numb to life all these years,
There is no strength inside me I have sat too long,
Waiting, hoping that it wasn’t the truth,
But it is.
Sitting on the sidelines of life I see so much but do so little,
A spectator of a spectacular film I watch on enthralled,
I feel their emotions, their pain, their happiness,
I feel so ready to say what it is that they’re doing wrong and am silent when I see the right,
I am weak I know as I sit there watching the big screen ,
Just not ready for my close-up yet,
Not ready to jump in,
A spectator of a spectacular film I watch on enthralled,
I feel myself getting weaker as I sit there not ready to peel my eyes off the screen I sit there not alone as it seems,
If I did I would see what’s on the screen is actually reality,
Its physicality staring back at me with those questioning eyes wondering where I have been,
So dead and numb to life all these years,
There is no strength inside me I have sat too long,
Waiting, hoping that it wasn’t the truth,
But it is.
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