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Freedom of Speech Vs. Hate Mongering – Learn the Difference

A reader calling themselves “Oh Canada” left the following comment on my post entitled “why did @BBCWorld snub me?”:

OhCanada Wrote:

Just because freedom of speech is not respected in the country you live in, it does not mean that other countries should give in to the demands of the muslim countries. The maker of the film was arrested on other charges that were on him before the release of this film. He was not arrested for making this film. If a video on prophet mohammad is all it takes for the muslim countries to into self-destruction mode, then I am all for it. The west is laughing its ass off while you guys are burning your own properties over a movie. All the west does is microwave a bag of popcorn and watch the show whenever this happens.

Now, obviously the reader’s comments are strictly their own and do not represent that of the majority. However, lets analyze their speech shall we?

Just because freedom of speech is not respected in the country you live in, it does not mean that other countries should give in to the demands of the muslim countries.

I’ll chalk that up to ignorance, which is not your fault specifically, what do you know of Islam as a religion? Are you aware for example that Islamic teachings instruct all to not mock the Prophet or his followers? No? Shame. Perhaps you should educate yourself first before playing the “freedom of speech” card.

If a video on prophet mohammad is all it takes for the muslim countries to into self-destruction mode, then I am all for it.

The issue is not a matter of freedom of speech, it is in fact Hate Speech. Please try to see that through your limited understanding. Just because you enjoy “freedom of speech” does not give you the freedom to mock others. In Islam, the Prophets teachings go as saying that your freedom ends when it invades that of others.

All the west does is microwave a bag of popcorn and watch the show whenever this happens.

So matters of religion serve only as amusement to the West? Interesting.

Dear Reader – you claim “freedom of speech” is instrumental in the West, can you please explain to me, for I do not understand, where was Helen Thomas’s freedom of speech when she said Israel should “Get the hell out of Palestine”? Not aware of the happening? You can read about it here.

There are 3 celestial religions – Judaism, Christianity & Islam. The Prophets are all the same, the only difference is the reverence to said Prophets. Islam, being the last celestial religion, teaches of both Moses and Jesus.

However, what Islam does NOT do is permit depictions of said Prophets in any form – be it sculpture or a picture. And there in lies the problem – what is done as respect in Islam is used as a target for mockery and insult by the depraved few who have nothing better to do than to monger hate.

Dear reader, you’re point of view, albeit well received, is exactly what I campaign against. It is not “Freedom of Speech”, it is “Hate mongering”.

Please learn the difference.

Why did @BBCWorld snub me?

A while ago, at the height of the current Muslim – West conflict further exacerbated by the amateur, derogatory film concerning The Prophet Mohammad, I read an article on the BBC, my #1 source for world news and felt the need to write in with my views.

So I sent them the following:

—–Original Message—–
From: ——@gmail.com [mailto:ayman.nassar@gmail.com]
Sent: 15 September 2012 11:58
To: Talkingpoint
Subject: Video protests 19608730

Actually To:    talkingpoint@bbc.co.uk
From:           Ayman Nassar
Email address: ——@gmail.com
Country:        Alexandria, Egypt

COMMENTS:

Comments: Friday prayer sermons in Egypt were alight yesterday with calls of keeping the peace in the face of this incident.

What the West fails to realize is that it is more pertinent to deal with the cause of the problem rather than the results. Yes, people are OUTRAGED at the movie, and no, the West is doing nothing about it. The West calls for an end to the RESULTS of the movie when they should be condemning the makers of the movie, in actuality, the violence is a direct result of their actions.

Upstream prevention rather than downstream correction.

Islam prohibits depiction of any of the Prophets, whether it is Abraham, Noah or even Jesus. A little respect is not too much to ask.


Name: Ayman Nassar
Town & Country: Alexandria, Egypt

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I did my part and cleared my conscience, later I received an email from BBC correspondent Nathan Williams (below):

——– Original Message ——–
Subject: Hello from the BBC
From: Nathan Williams-NEWSi <Nathan.Williams2@bbc.co.uk>
To: “‘ayman.nassar@gmail.com‘” <ayman.nassar@gmail.com>
CC:

Dear Ayman Nassar,

Thankyou for your message to the BBC. Would you like to talk more about your views? If so, let me know when I can call you.

Regards, Nathan Williams, BBC News

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I have yet to hear from them…

Come on already BBC!

Update: According to the BBC, the maker of the amateur film has been arrested for violating his parole which prevents him from accessing computers without officers’ supervision (link).

Stow Away Phone – The Conclusion

Let’s get right to it:

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It was her father’s voice that snapped her from her inner mental struggle, as logic and reason faced off against emotion in a heated debate, both arguing viciously to a standstill with no clear winner.

It was her friend, asking her to go back downstairs as she had forgotten her phone with him!

She looked out of her window and saw his car make the U-turn near her building, she quickly rushed through the door and down the stairs.

He had the window open and was leaning across with her phone in his outstretched hand. She could not help but smile at him. I can’t believe he did that she thought. She reached out and lightly grazed his hand. She had to touch him to make sure he was real, and not another character in the drama in her mind. She felt it.

He smiled slightly in return, and drove off once more.

Walking back up to her apartment, she began to wonder if she had been too quick to judge. She decided it was time to take a final decision, to stand with reason or emotion.

In her heart she knew the answer, for that touch had explained it all. Albeit brief and passing, it represented much more to her.

She would tell him how she really felt.

She held her phone tightly in her hand, her only anchor to a world she longed to belong to. Somewhere on the other side, he would reach out to her.

Her phone rang animatedly, his name appearing on her screen. She quickly answered it.

“Hi, you got home already? That was very fast, are you speeding?”

“Yes, I’m home,” he said, “the streets were empty.” Odd, she thought. I can still hear cars in the background, maybe he is parking.

“Thank you so much for bringing me back my phone, I would have hated not having it, I have a very important call I need to make,” she told him.

“You are most welcome, I am at your service,” he replied.

“I have something I must tell you.” they both said in unison.

They laughed. “It’s really important,” she said.

“So is mine!” He replied.

“Well I’m a girl and the rule is ladies first, so listen.” She teased, giggling as she spoke.

“Fine, go ahead, I’m listening, what’s on your mind?” he said, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

A few moments of silence passed by, before she replied, “you.”

“What?” he blurted out.

She could feel her chest heaving as she struggled to keep calm.

“Hello?” he asked, concern in his voice.

Silence… then she whispered, “…. I love you.”

She waited, anxiously and eagerly anticipating his response, afraid he could hear how hard her heart was beating over the phone, sense the vice like grip she had over the device, pressing it harder to her ear for fear of missing out any crucial word he might utter shortly.

Seconds passed, what felt like an eternity to her, time losing meaning as she waited to hear the words that could possibly shape the rest of her life.

Say something. Please say something; she pleaded silently, as forlorn thoughts started to creep their way into her mind. What if I was too late? What if he doesn’t feel the same way anymore? Is it possible his feelings changed over the short course of his drive back to his house? What have I done?

She waited.

The sound of his voice snapped her out of her abyss.

“… I …” he stammered.

And then she heard it.

The loud, shriek of car horns. The squeal of rubber tires sliding on unforgiving roads unable to come to a complete stop. The cacophony of shattering glass. The deafening thud as metal crashed into metal in a final, bone-crushing embrace.

And then he spoke no more.

Stow Away Phone – Her Perspective

Let us revisit the events that have transpired so far; a man and a woman are obviously discussing a matter of great importance, we last left off with the woman finally telling the man what he wanted to hear, after his long soliloquy regarding his emotions.

How will he react?

We begin at the very beginning, with how the female character reasoned everything, starting from the drive to her house.

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“Pull over here, you know, my neighbors can’t see me in a car with a guy.” She explained as he pulled in to the spot she had pointed to, a block or so from her building.

“Ok. Here we are, was that so bad? Is it something you cannot get used to?” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant and failing, she could feel the emotion laced in his words as he attempted once more to sway her mind.

He’s been asking me about this for the past 2 weeks, how much longer can he keep trying to change my mind, she thought.

“It’s not that it’s just, you know… it’s better this way.” She avoided meeting his eyes as he looked at her, afraid she might push him to a breaking point.

“If you say so. Look, It’s getting late; you best get going before your father wonders where you are.” He spoke coldly. Again she refused to look into his eyes for fear of the pain she would see there.

“Ok, but call me the minute you get home ok?” she asked, out of genuine concern for fear he would not be thinking clearly whilst driving.

“You know I am old enough to drive myself home responsibly thank you very much.” He said, attempting to joke.

“Just do it please? For my sake?” she pleaded.

“Ok.” He surrendered.

She walked towards her house as he pulled out to leave.

In her mind, she was arguing with herself.

It is better this way, she thought. We have an amazing connection going between us. He understands me like no one else, why would we sacrifice that for something that has as equal a chance of failing as succeeding? Friendships are forever, relationships have a bad habit of falling apart. Experience had taught her that.

Today had been so great, he was so attentive to her needs, pulling out her chair before she sat, getting her order for her and refusing to let her pay. He had all the qualities that would make any woman thrilled to find in her significant other, she just wasn’t sure if she wanted to take that decision now, to sacrifice what they have.

Why not, replied an inner part of her psyche. You deserve to be happy, he makes you happy. It is quite simple and you are making it overly complicated, it reasoned.

What if this is just an act? What if this isn’t as special as I am being led to believe? If he could have any girl he wants, why is he choosing me? Will I be setting myself up for another heart break? I cannot accept that.

The characters in her mind continued to have their animated discussion, with her hopelessly lost between them.

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Tune in tomorrow for the conclusion to this short story.

Sweeping Kuwait by Storm @KuwaitBlogsSuck

Think Gossip Girl, Khaleeji Style!

Who is she? That’s one secret she’ll never tell

One month ago, on  this very day, the blogging scene in Kuwait was shaken to its very core.

The epicenter of this cataclysmic vibration? None other than KuwaitBlogsSuck (link) or (@KuwaitBlogsSuck)

Whereas the majority of blogs are touchy-feely, wishy-washy, namby-pamby and cater to the masses as opposed to staying true to the essence of blogging, this blog is entirely different. It takes the fight straight to those who offend the delicate balance that is the blogosphere.

In essence, this 19-year old lass is going by what I said almost a year ago (September 13, 2011 to be exact) right here in that we need an Original Content Blogging Initiative whereby bloggers would focus on writing about their lives as opposed to merely reposting videos off of Youtube or prostituting their name to a brand that lines their pockets with advertising revenue.

So, the blogosphere now has an auditor, an anti-hero if you will, with the sole purpose of policing the posts, pointing out the puns, and establishing a semblance of order in this crazy world we call the Kuwait Blogosphere.

Now it is time for everyone to wonder, did I plagiarize? Will I be next?

Although, a word of advice to our English Major Femme Fatale: something I learnt in Business School – there is no such thing as bad publicity.

It is quite enjoyable to read a post that sticks to its nature and is primarily composed of almost perfect English (sorry lass, your dear readers contain quite a few Grammar Nazi’s).

Also, another piece of advice. Do not lose momentum going forward! Everything that is new and brazen has a habit of shining for a brief period of time, then fading into obscurity – case-in-point, who remembers KuwaitExposed (link)?

INTERESTING FACT:

The blog boasts 450 new readers a day! Testament to the age old adage of “Controversy Creates Cash“.

In terms of worth, the site is currently worth $6,811, and can possibly generate $9 of ad revenue a day.

(been blogging for a month and worth that much, some have been at it for a year and can barely make end’s meet! *not jealous**not jealous*)

These statistics are courtesy of Siteworthchecker.com

How to make KWD 18.2 Million

In this day in age, money is the most sought after item, more so than health and family, with many going to great lengths to procure more of it. Some sell their very organs for material possessions (such as the then new iPad), others file the most ridiculous of lawsuits in aim of making a quick buck.

Now, a Hong Kong tycoon is offering $65 million (KWD 18.2 Million) to any MAN that woos his daughter, who is said to have married her long time girlfriend.

The Father & Daughter

What criteria is the future father-in-law looking for? As reported by the BBC (link):

“It is an inducement to attract someone who has the talent but not the capital to start his own business,” Mr Chao said.

“I don’t mind whether he is rich or poor. The important thing is that he is generous and kind-hearted.

“Gigi is a very good woman with both talents and looks. She is devoted to her parents, is generous and does volunteer work.”

Gigi Chao & her “husband/wife” Sean Eav – The Happy Couple

Any takers?

@Sultan_Center ‘s Choking Correction

The topic of the month so far on the Q8 Blogosphere has been sloppy spelling:

 

However, they later rectified their error and resent the email:

 

 

 

Keep up the good work TSC!

Stow Away Phone – The Continuation

Halfway down the road he had come to the decision that although she chose to negate how he felt, he could no longer participate in this charade of a friendship, after the curtain had been lifted and emotions aired. He reached for his phone to call her, dialed the all too familiar number, and for a minute felt as though he was right there beside her, hearing her phone ring, singing along with the ringtone, gazing upon her one last time. And then a car horn sounded, drivers yelled, and the phone continued to ring.

Strange. The ringing was coming from within the car! Banishing the first thoughts of her stowing away in the back seat unbeknownst to him, he reached beneath the driver’s seat and, lo and behold, retrieved her ringing phone.

What to do? He cannot call her home for risk of someone else picking up. His only option was to call a friend of hers who would call her at home and ask her to come downstairs.

He took the nearest U-turn and headed back up to her building, parking the car right in front.

She ran down the stairs, cheeks flushed red from embarrassment. Given the public environment no words were spoken, it was a quick drop off, a simple, casual meeting of two friends. Anyone could see that, anyone except them.

She reached over for her phone, their hands lightly touched and then she smiled, and he was taken away by how amazing she looked. For a microsecond, he forgot the events of the day. And then it all came rushing back.

He smiled in return and left once again.

Many thoughts flew through his mind on the drive back, lost in his own world, oblivious to the cars outside. He was on autopilot, his hands steered whilst his eyes stared blankly at the road ahead, his mind elsewhere.

This cannot work, he thought. We cannot continue to be friends after everything I told her. Things change, rarely do they stay the same, and on this occasion, it would be best to just go our separate ways.

Making his final decision, he reached for his phone once more to call her. As the phone rang he went over his speech in his mind, preparing counterarguments for anything she might be likely to say.

“Hi, you got home already? That was very fast, are you speeding?” she asked the minute she answered the phone.

“Yes, I’m home,” he lied, “the streets were empty.” They were, to some extent, with cars zooming on either side. He closed the window to drown out their noise.

“Thank you so much for bringing me back my phone, I would have hated not having it, I have a very important call I need to make,” she told him.

“You are most welcome, I am at your service,” he replied with mock sincerity.

“I have something I must tell you.” they both said in unison.

They laughed. “It’s really important,” she said.

“So is mine!” He replied.

“Well I’m a girl and the rule is ladies first, so listen.” She teased, giggling as she spoke.

Why are you making this harder? He thought. “Fine, go ahead, I’m listening, what’s on your mind?”

A few moments of silence passed by, before she replied, “you.”

“What?” he choked, did he hear her correctly? The sound of the horns around him grew louder and he strained to hear her. He was sure he heard her correctly.

He could hear her breathing on the other side, unaware of what to say, he simply went with, “hello?”

Silence… then she whispered, “…. I love you.”

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What will he say? How will she react?

Tune in tomorrow for the rest of the story as seen through her eyes.

The Story of the Stow Away Phone (Part 1)

Since inception, MyBloogle has advocated walking the fine line between blogging and writing. My first work of “fiction” was a dramatic telling of the story of my first employment, complete with character names for all to read, now let’s try something different.

There come’s a time in every blogger’s life when they wish to do more than just write in the present tense. I fancy myself (it would be very strange if I stopped that sentence right there!) a writer/blogger, and hence came up with the following fictional story a while ago, during Ramadan.

The following tale is entitled The Stow Away Phone. I have broken it down into two parts, each part further broken down so as not to bore readers (3 pages).

The first part of the story sees the tale as lived through the eyes of the man in the story. The second part of the story will be lived through the eyes of the woman, along with the conclusion to the tale (a sort of, his & hers approach if you will).

All criticism is welcome.

So without further ado, let us commence with the story telling:

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The Stow away phone

“Pull over here, you know, my neighbors can’t see me in a car with a guy.” She explained as he pulled in to the spot she had pointed to, a block or so from her building.

“Ok. Here we are, was that so bad? Is it something you cannot get used to?” he teased as he killed the engine so they could talk.

“It’s not that it’s just, you know… it’s better this way.” She avoided meeting his eyes as he looked at her.

The effect of her words now was even worse than when he first had heard them, earlier that day when they went out. Reminiscent of a pail of freezing water dropped upon an unsuspecting victim, he arose from his slumber, and dreams of what could have been.

“If you say so. Look, It’s getting late; you best get going before your father wonders where you are.” He spoke in a calm manner, albeit shaking inside.

“Ok, but call me the minute you get home ok?” she asked, a hint of concern evident in her tone.

“You know I am old enough to drive myself home responsibly thank you very much.” He responded jokingly. Why must she torment me and pretend like she cares? He thought.

“Just do it please? For my sake?” she pleaded.

“Ok.” He surrendered.

She got out of his car and he pulled out into the street, waiting until she had walked into her building before leaving.

In his mind, he went over the outing they had just had. He had confessed to her that something had changed in their friendship, and it escalated to the point where it could not be ignored any longer. He asked her if she felt the same way. She told him she did not want to jeopardize what they had, and it was best to remain as friends. He knew arguing would be futile, you either felt something, or you didn’t.

Given that they were not officially a couple; their outings consisted of a few close friends joining them at a restaurant. She always rode with him in his car. The ease with which they both communicated was not lost on him. The banter they shared, how she laughed at his jokes and he finished her sentences, how their orders always seemed to be the very same.

We even shared dessert! He thought to himself. Earlier in the restaurant that day he’d spotted a white haired old couple looking at them and smiling approvingly, which to him was a surefire indication that yes, there was something there, even if she seemed obliviously aloof to it.

What was driving him insane was that on particular outing with friends, he had been very coy in asking how she would tell if a person were interested in her; and what qualities she looks for in a man. Both answers almost screamed his name, as they were direct descriptions of his actions to and around her.

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Tune in tomorrow for Part 2.

On the Go – The Scenic Alexandria Audit Run

The Q8FootSoldiers go international!

Wherever an assignment takes me, I make it a rule to always go on scenic run of the city, including where the office is located and my usual morning walking route to get there.

I always carry my “Fit Kit” on assignments; it is ultra light and therefore not a burden to carry around, and it helps keep one in shape when “on the run” (pardon the pun!)

the Fit Kit is quite simply a pair of shorts, a running shirt, a bandana, a pair of socks and my minimalist running shoes (less bulky when carried in a suitcase).

More on that later, for now, enjoy the scenery of the Alexandrian Shoreline!

When I started this run, I came across many another runner, and there is nothing more fleeting, or precious, in this world than the momentary show of support exchanged between two runners; strangers in the real world but comrades on foot.

Enjoy!

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