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We Will Not Go Down (Song For Gaza)


WE WILL NOT GO DOWN (Song for Gaza)
Composed by Michael Heart

A blinding flash of white light
Lit up the sky over Gaza tonight
People running for cover
Not knowing whether they’re dead or alive

They came with their tanks and their planes
With ravaging fiery flames
And nothing remains
Just a voice rising up in the smoky haze

We will not go down
In the night, without a fight
You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools
But our spirit will never die
We will not go down
In Gaza tonight

Women and children alike
Murdered and massacred night after night
While the so-called leaders of countries afar
Debated on who’s wrong or right

But their powerless words were in vain
And the bombs fell down like acid rain
But through the tears and the blood and the pain
You can still hear that voice through the smoky haze

We will not go down
In the night, without a fight
You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools
But our spirit will never die
We will not go down
In Gaza tonight


In Reverence Of A Friend

I cannot remember if I have ever wrote about this friend of mine on here and frankly I am too lazy to check right now given that its like 1 in the morning.  And even if I did write about her, she is certainly worth another mention at the very least.

I met her in high school.  She was in one of my option classes.  We started talking slowly, mainly through one of her other friends that sat behind me.  Eventually I got to know this girl and we essentially became friends. As we became closer she began to share some of her life story with me, which was hard for her given her circumstances.  I would consider her story to be quite tragic.  Her father turned out to be a very bad person and is not really in her life anymore.  She absolutely adores her brother.  Sometimes I get jealous of her brother because he is so lucky to have a sister like her.  Anyways, we went to the same university and maintained communication there, although not as often as I would have wanted to. 

She is one of the most beautiful souls I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.  She is the type of person that honestly deserves all the happiness in the world.  Ever since I can remember, I have always admired her.  I have always looked up to her.  I have always been intimidated by how smart she was.  No matter how well I did in school, she would always do better than me.  In fact (and this remains a secret) she used to “help” me on my assignments and tests.  Her personality and character is something that is truly to be looked up to.  She is such a strong person.  She’s been through so much in her life and has managed to overcome every adversity that has come to face her.  She is the type of person that I wish all the happiness in the entire world.  In fact, I would go so far as to say, without any exaggeration that, I would be willing to sacrifice my happiness just so she could be happy.  Out of all the people that I went to high school with, she is the only person that I truly respected, in every sense of the word.  She is beautiful both inside and out.  She is what one would call a beautiful mind.  I wish her all the best.  I know for a fact that she will be successful in any endeavour that she embarks upon.  She’s already made a good sister and a good daughter.  I am confident that she will make a good wife and a good mother as well as a good grandmother.  It is very rare that one meets people that they actually remember for the rest of their lives.  She is one person that will not fade into a distant memory.  Great people never fade away.  They conquer your lifetime.  She is one of those people.

Remembering Raminder Dhadda

Raminder DhaddaIt was on this day today two years ago that a young woman of the age of 24 lost her life.  She was run down by a van that was heading down a one way street.  She was the city’s first Fatality of 2006.  She would have been 27 this January.  I didn’t know her.  In fact, when this terrible accident happened, I wasn’t even in the country.  I only learned about this tragedy when I got back home a month or so after the new year.  The nature of this incident rocked our city.  In a heartbeat, to every mother and father, she became a daughter.  To every brother she became a sister.  And to every sister, she became another sister.  To those that were blessed with an abundance of friends, she became a friend.  And to those that were friendless, she became a friend.  On January 1, we all became one.  Through the leaving of her soul, we were all connected and came together.

I feel compelled to write about her because more and more we hear about people that die on a day that is supposed to be one of joy and happiness.  It signifies the end to old ways and habits.  It signifies a fresh new start, a new beginning for everyone on this planet; serving as a sort of landmark on our journey in this life.  A day like today should not mark the death of a life, especially as one as vibrant as Raminder’s was.  We should all be mindful of the fact that life is something that is inherently fragile.  One minute our bodies could be full of life, full of ideas and energy.  Our blood could be flowing, heart pumping, neurons firing, cells going through mitosis and meiosis.  We could still be in the process of growing both mentally and physically and intellectually.  We could be making a difference in a person’s life without even knowing it.  We could love and be loved without even knowing it.  There could be so much going on that is connected to the rest of the world.  And it could all be over, just like that.  Thus is the brittle nature of life.

Let Raminder’s life be a reminder to us all that this new year, and every subsequent new year after, live the life that has been given to us to the fullest extent.  It is only because Raminder lived her life to the fullest everyday that it is here on this cold December night that a stranger, someone who did not know her is thinking of her.    

I know that a central tenant in Sikhism is reincarnation.  Let us pray that her soul in a new being makes as much a difference to the world as it did in her old being.  May she be united with God.

Raminder K. Dhadda –  January 29, 1981 – January 1, 2006

Rami Dhadda

The Murder of Aqsa Parvez – Is This Islam?

Aqsa ParvezI woke up today and was shocked to learn about the death of Ontario Teenager Aqsa Parvez.  Read about it here.  I was going to write a commentary on this whole situation but I found one here on WordPress that is pretty much bang on what I had in mind.  It can be found at The Discourses of a Highly Indebted Student.  I do, however, want to say this: We are living peacefully in Canada.  We are a vital part of Canadian society.  Criminal incidents that are related to religion harm all of us, not only Muslims but all Canadians.  Given the state of Islam today, these cases make it harder for us to be Muslims in our own countries.  I wish people that purported these crimes actually study Islam wholey and not just selectively learn bits and pieces.  But now, a daughter is dead, a friend is lost, a family is ruined forever.  This young girl will never be a daughter ever again.  She will never be a wife.  She will never be a mother.  She will never be a grandmother.  She will never be able to contribute her inherent good to her community, her society, her country. 

Innallaha Wa Inna Lillahi Rajioon. 

The Sweetest Walk

It was a few days ago I believe.  I can’t remember what time it was but I believe it was fairly late.  I was walking to my car at the University.  And where I park is quite far from everything (hence the cheap parking rate).  As I was passing the gym, I began to hear someone whistling a tune.  At first I just assumed it was someone in the gym just whistling so I didn’t really pay any attention to it.  But as I began to enter the ice rink attached to the Kinesiology building (far from the gym) I began to notice that the whistling was still lingering.  It wasn’t until I went outside that I actually began to pay attention to the sound. 

There were a a few people walking towards the parking lot with me.  It was night time and if I recall correctly, there was a light orange hue over the city due to the cloud cover that was keeping the weather at a pleasant 1*C.  There was no wind whatsoever.  It was only then that I actually began to listen to what was being whistled.  I am not sure what song it was but judging from the notes and melody, it was most likely an old classical song.  The way that this person was whistling it was just amazing.  Every now and then he would start humming the tune before going back to whistling.  And it wasn’t like he was whistling quietly, there was a great distance between myself and this person when I first initially began to notice it. 

As I walked in the night, all I could focus on was this tune that he was whistling.  I mean usually I am either lost in my thoughts regarding school or something else.  I don’t really pay attention to my surroundings because I walk that route every day.  But there was something about this tune that made me fully aware of the clouds, the night, the temperature…everything.  I noticed that the whistling and hum was getting closer.  Before, I didn’t want to look back to see who was doing it so as to not make the person feel uncomfortable, though admittedly I was dying to see who it was.  Finally I looked towards my left and saw a guy probably my age walk past me.  I am probably wrong but he looked like he was an engineering student.  He was walking pretty fast, maybe because he was cold or maybe because that was his regular pace.  I didn’t want to lose the sound so I began to walk faster as well.  I think I had a whole bunch of books that I was carrying so walking was already tough.  Usually the muscles just below my shins begin to ache real bad but I was determined to stay with this guy, or at least be in distance of his whistling. 

Walking behind him, listening to this beautiful melody, combined with the atmosphere of the night and the late night bustle of campus, it was quite possibly one of the most pleasant walks I have ever had in my entire life.  Even with all the stuff I was carrying, I had wished that walk never ended.  I wanted to stop him badly and ask what composition he was whistling and by who  but that would have meant a pause in the melody and I wanted nothing to stop that sweet song.  I listened to that melody the entire way to my car.  When I got in, I looked through my rear view mirror and he was still walking, still whistling.  I only got that song out of my head when I finally fell asleep that night.  When I woke up, the melody had left my head, lost in memory.   But that is one of the few walks of my entire life that I will actually remember. 

A New Beginning?

new beginning 

Here today, at my University, it was the first day of school.  With the beginning of a new semester comes a fresh new beginning.  I am reaching a critical time in my life right now.  This year could potentially be my last year of undergrad.  And to be perfectly honest, it is quite a scarey thought.  Its stressful to the exeent that I cannot sleep at night.  Stressful because soon I will be having to apply for grad school and/or law school.  But to apply for law school, I have to write the LSAT.  They say that the LSAT is the hardest exam one will ever have to write, next to their PhD exam. 

 Upon further analysis, it seems as though my life has been slowly changing without me even really realizing it.  Afterall, my dad retired and bought a business, and our family is on its way (Inshallah) to building a house which should be done by this time next year.  And there have been no setbacks to really speak of this year either.  There have been little bumps in the road but they haven’t been signifigant in the greater scheme of things.  So judging from the events of the past year, it seems as though that this coming year will show further signs of positive progression.  Inshallah. 

Over the past few weeks, I have begun to slowly realize that my future, my destiny is in many ways in my hands.  I mean we all hear about how we are the masters of our own destinies but it seems like few truely realize what that really means.  I believe, I am slowly but surely, coming to that realization.  And in efforts to further this realization, I something that may seem insignifigant to almost everyone.  I bought a notebook.  I went to Staples and spent almost 45 minutes or so just selecting what notebook appeals to be visually and which notebook I feel most comfortable with.  The purpose of this notebook? I intend to write anything and everything I must get done inside this notebook.  In essence, its a “to do” list.  What I hope to accomplish with this notebook is to get over my horrid habit of procrastination.  Once a task has been written down, my hope is that it will drive me to get it done as soon as possible.  Also, its an effort to progress my life.  It will essentially track the little things that will have to get done in order for me to reach my eventual goals.  Moreover, it will help me become more proactive in my life and give me some focus.  Lastly, I am hoping that thise notebook will help me approach things head on and overcoming certain fears I have.  I hope this notebook realizes how much is riding on it. 

What are my goals for this year? They are as follows:

  1. To focus on my last year of school and put all my energy and effort into it.
  2. To Bring my GPA up to the level where I have the option to get another BA,  go to Grad school for a Masters, or to Law school and become an LLB.

They are only two goals and they are both directly realated to each other.  But they are both individually important.  These are the two goals that will set me up for the next 5 years of my life.  So a lot is riding on this school year.  Inshallah I will be successful in achieving these.

Ramadan is in a few days.  Its about time I fulfilled my promise to God and actually did something for him.  Afterall, if we take one step towards God, he takes two steps towards us.  And it is ultimately God that can really help me in achieving my goals and becoming successful. 

The Power of a Professor

I never really understood the power the words of a professor had until today.  I had always appricated it but I never really felt the true force of it until I witnessed it with my own eyes.  The prof has called us to meet so he could hand stuff back.  Unfortunately, because of some stuff going on with the prof, he couldn’t get everything marked.  But despite that, a handful of us students sat and talked with him for a good 3-4 hours.  This was at the height of exam time too.  Even throughout the semester, we would all stay behind after class and listen to him speak about whatever…be it a movie, The Simpsons, or philosophy.  It occurred to me today just how rare such a prof is.  The students would pass us by during class change and stare as they walked buy this group of students huddled around one man, listening intently, not to miss a word, and have this look on their face that said, “I think I am missing out on something.”  It has been quite amazing to be a part of something like that.  I hope every student that goes to University get to have at least one of those in their career.  They make you appreciate learning in a way that one could never contemplate on their own.  Its simply magic.