Innocence of Muslims; Artistic? Comedic? Stupidity?

I rarely write directly about current events. My post, ‘The Price of Freedom is Responsibility’, which I posted soon after beginning my Blog, was the last time I came close to doing so. Yet I felt compelled to discuss this directly and then expand upon the general issues I feel these events have exposed.

‘Innocence of Muslims’ is a two hour long independent movie regarding the life and message of the Prophet Muhammad, of the Islamic Faith.

The man behind the film is shrouded in mystery. Originally identified as Sam Bacile, a 52 year old Israeli-born Jew, his story did not add up. The AP investigated the identity of the film maker and found him to be a Californian called Nakoula Basseley. Nakoula, 55, told AP the was a Coptic Christian and admitted he was involved in logistics and management of the film’s production.He denied being the director or posing as Sam Bacile, but AP said reporters had traced the phone number to an address near where they found Mr Nakoula. He has received support from an American right-wing extremist called Steve Klein, linked with various anti-Islamic groups in California, and also Pastor Terry Jones from Florida, whose anti-Muslim actions have included burning Qurans.It is also the cause of rioting across muslim populated countries which followed after several trailers of the film where posted on Youtube and Google.

The release of the trailers sparked immediate reactions from Muslims across the world. The majority took to Social Networking sites to express their condemnation and outrage, some took to the streets…and some took it too far.

On Tuesday, in Benghazi, Libya, demonstraters stormed the US Embassy and murdered the American ambassador, Chris Stevens and three other embasssy staff members.

Other demonstrations have been seen across muslim populated countries. In Egypt, protestors climbed the walls of the U.S Embassy on Tuesday in Cairo and brought down the flag. In Yemen, hundreds of protesters, enraged by the film stormed the U.S. Embassy on Thursday in the capital of Sanaa and burned the American flag. In Iraq, several hundred Muslims protested in Baghdad’s Sadr City,

The events have of course been hijacked by the Republican Party and its Politicians, all of whom are manipulating it to their favour, to convince Americans just why it wouldn’t have happened under their watch and how their response would be louder, stronger and more along the lines of them screaming ‘USA! USA! USA’ as bombs peppered every square inch of Benhazi.

Republican Presidential Candidate, Mitt Romney, accused Barack Obama of ‘apologizing for American values’ because of a conciliatory statement from the U.S. Embassy in Egypt. Romney said Obama’s first reaction was to sympathize with the attackers rather than to condemn the attacks.

The statement from the U.S Embassay in Cario said; “The Embassy of the United States in Cairo condemns the continuing efforts by misguided individuals to hurt the religious feelings of Muslims — as we condemn efforts to offend believers of all religions.”

The whole series of events is deeply saddening and further inflames tensions between groups, and for what?

There is a culture where it is seen fitting to attack Religions and Religious Figures in some bid to uphold Liberalism, Atheism and Freedom. Whether is is under the guise of ‘Comedy’ or ‘Art’, there seems to be a need for some individuals to deliberately target values and persons who are held dear to the very core of millions of people.

Is it a case of ‘Because I Can I Will!!!

However I think that any human being with a shred of compassion and intelligence can agree that just because you CAN say something does not mean that you SHOULD. Especially if it will hurt another fellow human.

Intention Dictates Result!

When your mind and heart is full of hatred, do you expect anything you say to result in positive discussion or reflection? NO! 

There are many things which I do not agree with. If I go and attack them, I am not likely to change them. If I raise questions, challenge and debate people on them, whilst demonstrating good manners and respect, then perhaps I will create change, maybe I wont. But any chance of doing so is GONE as soon as I let anger or hatred enter the equation.

Comedy is a reoffending culprit. The defence of many Comics is they are trying to make people ask questions of themselves whilst cushioning the philosophical punch with humour. I think comedy and satire can be highly effective at producing introspection. Yet increasingly, comedic routines seem to be only creating hurt and offence, rather than deep internal thought. The ‘NOTHING SHOULD BE OFF LIMITS’ argument means low brow, unintelligent, crass and base comics are taking a stab at topics far beyond their ability. The hurt and offence they cause seems to give them no trouble, which affirms that the intention behind their comedy is purely to savage something they dont like, just so that they can get it off their chest.

Freedom To Hate. How lovely. How nice that this Hate Speech is encoruaged and protected, yet in other instances it can land you in jail. So why the double standard? Why can Billy Connoly attribute false and hateful things to Islam but Producers or Actresses cant talk about Zionism without getting fired from their jobs?

This is an example where Comedy turns nasty and hateful;

Whilst this is an example where Comedy tries to make us ask questions of what we believe in;

There is a difference in approach, mind set and aim. It comes across. One turned my stomach. The other made me think. 

I despise anyone who feels it is ok to publicly hate upon, ridicule, mock, vilify and slander another human being or the lifestyle and beliefs of others. I feel that such people are accountable for the events which ensue due to their words or actions. The blood of the innocent, who died due to these events, are as much on ‘Same Bacile’ as they are upon the men who physically commited the murders.

I am angered by the reaction of some Muslims to the provocation of ‘Bacile’. He stated in a phone interview that ‘Islam is a cancer.’ This clearly declares his intention. Hate. He hates the religion, so of course the film will mirror his feelings. Hate. He then received Hate in return. Law of Attraction much?

Yet I do not feel saddened that Muslims had this opportunity to respond with intelligence and dignity, but they were robbed of their chance, as a small group of them decided to counter hate with hate. That achieves nothing. Anger only intensifies an issue. It does not Resolve. They could have mirrored the very Prophet that they are defending, by emulating his calm and well mannered response to the extreme provocation that he faced during his life. Instead they have turned popular public opinion against Islam and provided some smug satisfaction and reaffirmed in the minds of those who propeagte Islamphobia, that this is precisely why Islam should be attacked. 

I am tired of stupid people trying to convince everyone that we are different, that we should hate one another and that anything they don’t understand is evil and should be stopped. I am tired of mindless reaction to provocation. I am tired of people defending their right to hurt others.

What the hell happened to ‘If you cant say something nice, don’t say anything at all’. To ‘think before you speak’. To ‘turning the other cheek’. 

What happened to HUMANITY?

Please share your thoughts in the comment section below.

Yours Truly

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

 

LOVE

 

I want to talk about LOVE.

I’m not talking romance and relationships. I want to tackle LOVE. The energy. I want to explore and share my ignorance with you guys in a hope you will cure it with answers. I need to understand why there is a lack of it. Why it is becoming a stranger in a home that it made. I want to understand why expressing it seems to be so difficult to us. Why am I weird for wanting to share it with everyone and anyone who I come across.

 

 

Yes I am one of those people. I love to say hello to strangers, I love smiling at people, I love striking up conversations. Hell If I could I would go around hugging people. I am fully aware of how uncomfortable it makes some people feel, but I love it because the next time I hope it will be less alien to them. I am a firm believer in exchanges of love between two strangers as I don’t feel that we are strangers. we are children of the earth. We are one and the same. I know you. I think there is nothing to gain from hiding it, yet there is everything to gain from expressing it. Friendliness breaks barriers. My commitment to sharing and spreading love helps to heal divisions and shatter misconceptions.

I feel like a lone ranger at times.

Whenever I come across anyone talkative, smiling, friendly and radiating love from their every pore, I feel invigorated and hopeful. Such people are the ones who dispel the dark and bring warmth to a cold world.We need more of this.

 

SO…

Why are people so hesitant to say something nice?

Why not smile at a stranger?

Why think twice before giving a compliment?

What is it which makes us question displays of love?

Who planted seeds of humanitarian discord by poisoning this pure energy source?

 

 

 

Is it not the most natural of things? Does it not make you feel amazing inside? Does it no lead to goodness?

It is human. It is real. It is organic.

It is considered a weakness. It is a good weakness. It is revealing.

I am proud to admit it. I am a sucker for LOVE. In its pure form. Not for twisted notions of romance, but for its essence. I want to be loved. I want to feel it envelope me. I long for days filled with exchanges of love, from those known and unknown to me. I want to experience it undiluted and concentrated.

 

I want to kiss the every face of Love. It has so many.

There have been so many occasions where someone has misunderstood my love. Used it against me. Taken it for a weakness. Turned it into something wretched. They defiled something which was pure. It made me feel embarrassed. My face flushed with shame. Hot. Red. Regret.

That then spawns Fear. Fear prevents us from further expressions of love. It closes us off.

It shouldn’t.

It does.

Never regret a display of genuine love. Nothing sincere should be followed with remorse. If someone else cannot process something so pure, that is their loss. If they do not understand how to behave with love etiquette, that is their failing, not yours. You responsibility is to create and spread love. So do not be deterred.

The power of a single action, which is suffused with love, cannot be underestimated. It begins a chain of actions, whose timeline could extend for years…potentially never ending. You could be the one to begin that, you could be a part of it. Of a global exchange of love. It began with the first pair of human lives. It may have been broken and then restarted, but it endures. You are part of something as old as humanity. You

Don’t be the one who receives but doesn’t pass on. Do not be the weak link, the break or disturbance in the energy flow.

 

LOVE is misunderstood. Hollywood, piss poor singers, science and multinationals have all distorted it. It is raw. It is ancient. It is one of the forces which binds the universe. It is magnificent and colossal. It is a building block of life. It is expressed by all living things, it runs through us all. It is spoken in one language. A universal tongue. It’s power is epic.It can heal wounds that people did not know were there.

A smile. A hug. A kind word. A thank you or please. A minute of your time. A simple action. These can have such powerful ramifications upon the world. Don’t underestimate them.

Stop over thinking love. Stop being afraid. Stop disturbing the flow.
Join in.
LET LOVE LIVE
YOUR THOUGHTS?
Yours Truly
Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

      

LIFE

 

 

Wrote this whilst listening to ‘Time After Time’ by Margaret Whiting on a loop. It is one of my favourite songs. Her voice is so gentle. Her delivery of each word is laden with sincere emotion. She never over exerts her voice. Effortless. I miss that simplicity in music. I may be 25, but I am a child of all eras and cultures. I am a child of life. From its Dawn.

 

It is on this topic that I felt inspired to write. To talk Life. Try to capture just some of the beautiful parts of it. To share my thoughts, doubts and confusions.

 

I think so often that I get caught up in trying to understand life rather than just trying to live it. I need to let life teach the lessons, learn from them as I live them, rather than trying to learn before the class is in session.

 

I find myself  more focused upon my destination than my journey. Always looking ahead, rather than looking out of the window and admiring the scenery, absorbing what is going on around me. Thus losing the joy from life. Those tantalising moments.

 

That is what I guess it means to ‘live in the moment’, though they are all interconnected, they are also independent to one another. There is a wisdom in enjoying each one, and an art to being able to make each one flow seamlessly into the next.

 

That is something I want to achieve. I want each moment to be organic and unique. Thus achieving a true life. I need to shed my propensity towards communist, uniform, regimented order. It may bring success of a sort, minimise mistakes and produce order…but it takes away the freedom of spirit and the bliss of an unadulterated moment of pure joy. I have things to work on. I am moving towards them. 

 

What do you understand (or do not) about Life? Share your thoughts and misgivings. Forward to me your philosophy or observation. Through one another we can live it better. 

 

 

 

LIFE

 

This overwhelming sadness

This terrifying joy

This concoction of confusion

This thing we call life

 

The wanton unpredictability

Spider web fragility

The sheer infuriating futility

Which highlights our inability

 

Constant state of confusion

Leaves me disillusioned

More so when we add epiphanies to the infusion

Moments of clarity

Amidst delusions

 

Sweet and tender moments

Sugar sweet romance

Intoxicating highs

Precede the most bitter of goodbyes

 

Oh this thing called Life

Greater than a single mind

For we are but of an earthly design

Leave comprehension to the Divine

Live your Life

Whilst you have the time

 

 

 

 

Yours Truly

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

 

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Sense and Sensibility

 

Sense and Sensibility

Will you be the end of me

For sometimes I feel

That you restrict my creativity

Which indeed

Forms the core of me

It is who I am

All that I know

My greatest facet

Which allows me to grow

 

Sense and Sensibility

You bind me in ropes

Of monotony

Bound to convention

You hate the mere mention

Of riding free

In cosmic emancipation

Prefer me to toil in daily tribulation

Sense and Sensibility

Can you not understand

I was not made to bend

To the tides of time

I am not cut from common cloth

And for that I suffer your wroth

Why?

Just because I will not accept

Social uniformity

It is tedious

For me to accept it

Would be grievous

 

Sense and Sensibility

You would have me slaughter

The child inside

Be it Son or Daughter

But I will never sacrifice

The happiness from life

No matter what the rewards are

They would cause naught but strife

 

Sense and Sensibility

Do not pretend

That I do not comprehend

Your benefit and use

I truly do

Yet you would have me

Wear you as a shroud

Fill my sky with naught but clouds

 

This is something that shall not be

I vanquish myself from Sense and Sensibility

 

 

Thank You For Reading

Please Share Your Thoughts

Yours Truly

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

 

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Kim Kardashian’s Ass Is Keeping You Poor.

 

Kim Kardashian’s ass is keeping you poor. Poor and Powerless.

 

‘Is her butt that powerful?’

‘Sigh…You better believe it!’

 

Why? Well because it has a history and lineage. It goes out on tour. It takes up a lot of inches (literally) and column inches in magazines and newspapers. It makes appearances and does signings. It promotes products and has become a personality and brand. So whilst it may not be using your ATM card to take cash out of your account, it is keeping you enraptured…blind to everything else going on around you.

It is a distraction.

And it is these distractions which keep us, the 99%, from being as powerful or rich as the 1%.

It is the 1% who created these things to keep us from being equal to them. They have always done so.

When there was civil unrest in the Roman Empire, the Emperor would declare a week of Games, handing out free food and drink, as the citizens watched the entertainment. It is an age old ploy.

For as we lost ourself in distractions they staked claim to the oil fields, gold and diamond mines, to buying up land and then setting up banks to control the money. Once they had the money they then set up Governments and employed their friends and family to run Countries.

As immense a distraction as Kim Kardashian’s butt is, they knew it could not distract everyone for every minute of the day. An observation which many hormonal teenage boys may disagree with. But you see the 1% take NO chances. So they had to create more, and more…and more. Enough distractions to keep us enslaved to.

So the blame must be laid at the door of Football; Euro Cup, World Cup, Champions Cup and Egg in a Cup. Let us deliver the blame package to the NBA League, Cricket Tour, Rugby, Baseball, Hockey, Tennis and the other 1589 sports which are on constantly. Keeping you absorbed in their sporting glory.

 

Who is being signed by who? How much has this players worth risen to? What latest scandal is rocking the sporting world? When is the next tournament on?! How will you raise the money to buy your season ticket to watch each game? Have you bought the new kit? Are you spending your weekend playing the sport, pretending you are your favourite sports star.

It keeps you engrossed…and therefore oblivious.

Don’t think that the movie and film industry is getting off scott free. If I am going to blame Kim K’s butt then I have to blame them too. Err it is called fairness and equality. The big budget blockbusters full of robots and heroes. Sitcoms with damsels in distress or damsels kicking ass. There is never a week where a new movie isn’t being released…never a minute when a TV show isn’t on. There is an endless churning out of films and shows to keep us distracted. A few come along and hit a poignant, thoughtful and provoking note. They end up making £8.50 at the local artsy picture house and being forgotten, or being aired at 3.40am on a Thursday.

For the most part it is gooey unrealistic false hoping giving romance flicks, or high octane testosterone loaded mind numbing action films or leave your brain at home and lets escape from this world fantasies.

All of which keep us wrapped up in sparkly cellulose, following the silver screen stars most intimate life details, bidding for their used Q-Tip ear buds, scrambling through magazines to become informed on what is going on with their hair, what they wore to a event and who is going out with who.

The music industry is as bad. I’m sorry Lady GaGa but please answer your door, I have a package for you, please sign and accept… its blame. Its Kim K Butt type blame. Artists have become more than just people with beautiful voices singing to ease our aching hearts.

No, now they have become Prophets. Their songs are memorised like Gospel, pilgrimages are performed to them, their homes become Meccas after they die, their names and faces are being tattooed on bodies, everything from what they say to what they eat and what they wear is duplicated. They command a following that could easily storm any keep.

‘Hear Me Obama! Let my people go!’

 

So whilst we are busy finding out whether Kim Kardashian’s butt is real or not, they are working tirelessly to find the next Armenian Butt Princess to keep our lives bound to.

Whilst we are clutching onto club scarfs or waving huge foam hands, jostling about with other fans, shouting up our lungs, urging our team to victory… they are trying to invent another stupid sport to keep our hope in.

Whilst we are bawling our eyes out to the latest ‘love is everything, high school is so important, ok lets dance,  omg I can sing so listen to me, I can stick my neck out like a ostrich so make me a model, I hoard things, I drink things, I beat things, I own things and am a housewife with attitude‘ tv shows, they are thinking of how clever they struck gold by inventing the TV.

Whilst we are standing, in sub-zero temperatures for hours, to see some stick insect to walk down a bit of red carpet to premiere a new film or for some woman dressed up in salami to belt out songs about disco sticks, they are inside pleasantly warm rooms, seated on antique arm chairs, smoking a cigar and drinking a scotch, congratulating themselves on their cleverness.

Am I saying never listen to another song again?

Boycott movies?

Never play a sport or watch it?

No! 

I listen to music, I watch movies, I watch tv and like tennis. We all need some down time, we all need some escape. 

But I dont bury my head in the sand. When I escape, I come back. I turn the ipod or TV off after a while.

Dont let it become your life, for once you do, you lose your life.

Because you are allowing truly evil people to rob you of your future. Robbing you of rights you didn’t even know you had.

 

You need to look at what is going on around you.

You need to pay attention.

You need to ask questions. You need to demand answers.

You need to connect the dots.

You need to, before its too late. You need to break the cycle.

It has gone on for way too long.

We all have a right to this earth. To all it contains and to having a say in what goes on in it.

But do not think you’ll get that without a fight. 

 

 

They dont want to give it to us and they are working harder than us to keep it for themselves.

Awareness is Power so Tone Down the Distractions and Get Aware!

I Blame You Kim’s Butt

Your Thoughts?

Yours Sincerely

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

 


What Do You Think?

What do I think?

Truly?

You really want to know?

I think that life is crap, that people are crap.

I think that I wish I could run away from 95% of the people in my life. That family and friendship and all that is a joke.

I think that having people on your wavelength is rare and valuable.

I think that sometimes I get very tired of people and then tired of life.

I think that there is never any point to telling people what I think. Or how I feel because any time that I have, my thoughts and feelings have always been misunderstood, invalidated or ignored. They have been taken offense to, and used against me.

I think it sucks that I was open and honest, at your request, and you became angered by how I felt and chastised me for it.

I think that tomorrow will be the same as yesterday, because my faith has given me duties that tie me to the source of my problems.

I think that tomorrow I will have to sit and smile my way through a 12 hour shift when I’d rather be under the covers just lost in the dream world.

I think that thinking is pointless.

I think that nothing changes.

I think that this is my test and I think that Allah will reward me for it.

I think that. I don’t know that. Hence it’s all one big cycle.

I think that I have had enough of blogging for today.

That is what I think.

 

-Z

The Fire (Part 3)

 

We all live in the dark

But the question is

Do you face the light

Or do you take flight

Into the velvet night

Swim in pools of black

Never to come back

Lost to the antithesis

Of your hearts preferences

 

Do not fear

The presence of shadows

Though they surround you

They cannot harm

For in your palm

You carry the fire

In that fight, you never tire

 

True, they will plague you

Your whole life through

The reward is worth the strife

So hold the torch up high

Watch the shadows flee

Fearing your loyalty

The zealous passion to divinity

 

So here I stand

I shall not run

I carry the fire

Of the One

Through the fire

I am whole

I claim it for my own

It is sustenance

From the cold

A guide in an unfamiliar world

 

The fire blazes bright

Slave to its rhythm

Hear it crackle and roar

I shall not lose it

Ever more

Now reignited

It will burn eternal

I will tend to it

Like a love maternal

 

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Yours Truly

Zishaan ZuZu Shafi

 

 

Religion Is For Idiots?

These days the cry is getting louder and louder, given amplification by the scientific voices of the 21st century, that religion is for idiots. Each age has harboured such heralds, but these people have become leaders and their cries have become chants which are spoken as fact.

Richard Dawkins, David Attenborough, Steven Hawkins and many other popular and well known faces of science, vehemently affirm that an intelligent mind would not believe in the fairytale of God. They strive to look at the world and see the absence of God. They look to not see it, so of course they miss it.

They don’t have open minds, so their findings will always be flawed. If you are not open to the possibility that there could be a God, then you haven’t disproved their being one, you’ve ignored it.

They are in the business of God Refusion.

They work tirelessly to provide alternatives, why?

‘For modern day life requires it. We cannot continue to engage in time gone practices and beliefs.’

‘Why? Has man changed? Has yesterdays truth become a lie today?’

‘Modern day people are too intellectually evolved and enlightened to keep perpetuating the myth of God.’

‘Why? What do we now know that answers the fundamental questions and mysteries of life?’

The answer is: NOTHING!

Nothing has been ventured by science which answers the fundamental. All we have is more description of process and details of life. But we are being taught and forced into thinking that we do have concrete answers and explanations which you would believe in if you were not stupid.

Why is it being said that religion is the easy way out? Why is there a demonisation of believers? Why is it being said that a thinking mind will birth an atheist belief?

I have an intellectual belief in God and my Religion.

You could too, if you were able to dissect, explore and expand upon notions and processes of thinking. In order to do so however you must leave aside your prejudice, preconceptions and ego. You have to have an open mind which will lead you to the truth and then allow you to accept it. It seems that these days, over complication is the disease which is taking us from the truth.

I want to discuss just a few thinking processes, theories and signs, to clarify why i have said all of the above.

First of all I want to look at Logic. This has been hijacked by atheist science, and is used to retort all that a person of faith may say.

‘WELL LOGICALLY THAT MAKES NO SENSE!!!’

Right, so let us explore that. If you want to clutch onto logic, then you should apply it to its fullest extent. Let us apply it to the theories science has offered to explain how life began. That is where logic must first be applied.

The first explanation we are given, the one most unanimously agreed upon, is the ‘Big Bang Theory’.

(no, not that one. the other one)

The suggestion that an explosion which caused destruction and chaos, also caused the formation of our planet and solar system, a structure which is perfect in every aspect.

So what is being said is an explosion caused perfection. That is logical to you? A RANDOM collision, which was not ordered or guided, just occurred RANDOMLY, between rock and matter, along with RANDOMLY PERFECT amounts of heat, gases and forces, which all RANDOMLY were present at that moment, created perfection. Right!

(isnt that how it normally goes?)

So if I put all the components of a watch into a sealed container, fed heat and energy into it, and had it mechanically oscillate, rotate and crash the contents together, then I could expect a fully formed Rolex to be produced?

If the process is repeated a million times over, would you believe that could happen? Yet you would believe in that process being responsible for the creation of the planet you walk upon.

A planet, which sits at a degree perfect placement to the Sun. A degree closer or farther from the Sun, and Earth would not be inhabitable for life. Such PERFECTION from a RANDOM COLLISION. Where else has science ever proved such randomness to create such perfection? Where else can you see perfection being born from destruction?

Think of all the collisions you can conjure up, is there ANYTHING in it that can be predicted? Is there any aspect of it which is controlled? Has it ever produced anything but anarchy of matter?

The same intellectual ludicrousness is expected of you when science tries to explain how human life has come to be. Evolution.

(no, not that one)

(this one!)

The less spoken part of the Evolution Theory is that the whole thing was caused by Random Mutation. You’ll hear lecturers talk about that aspect for a minute, then drone on for hours about what came after. But again, I ask you to apply simple logic to it. Would you believe that a RANDOM genetic mutation could occur in today’s age and lead to the X-Men characters conjured by Marvel?

Because that is exactly what you are accepting by believing in the Evolution theory. That by chance, just one day, for no reason, purely randomly, a mutation occurred which led to a process of an extremely complicated higher life form being produced.

A mutation, a random mutation, created an infinitely, intricately, complicated creation. Cancer is caused by mutation, and it caused death and destruction of organisms. But this one. This one created life. Right!

A kind of mutation still not seen, in the millions of years since life has said to have been on Earth. Millions of years on, we still have not seen it manifest itself. But it occurred, randomly, and we have to thank it, for that is why we are here? If a student were to use random mutation to justify a theory that one day elephants will be able to walk on water, the thesis would be mocked and discarded, rightly so. But we can accept that a cell within an ape mutated and lead to a human. Right!

The Theory of Evolution and the Big Bang, rely upon heavy explanation of process rather than focusing upon what initiated the process. I could believe in the process, but not without believing that it was guided and controlled by a supreme hand, which had the supreme power to cause it.

Limitations plague all of Creation. All that lives was created. Man is the product of Creation, not of Process. So as limited beings you can only make that which is inferior in its capabilities than you. You cannot produce that which is superior in organic, physical and energy properties than you possess.

It is only logical that a Supreme Body, which due to its Higher Capabilities was the one that created, guided and initiated it all. For that is true in every other aspect of life that we accept. So why is it not accepted there.

You would NEVER believe that a baby could wash the dishes, mow the lawn, tidy the house and balance your cheque book. You would NEVER accept that a koala bear could create a mobile phone. You would NEVER accept that the most powerful and sophisticated technology created a horse foal. Because you can see the limitation all of those things have and you can see how they could never make something that is beyond their capability. So how did non living, simple structured organisms and inanimate forces create the vast complexities of LIFE?! Of Humans and Earth, and all that it carries?!

Science cannot answer the tough aspect of Creation. The Beginning. Yes, you can plant a seed for it to grow into a tree. You can incubate an egg to hatch a chicken, but can we create an egg or a seed? Can we put cells, blood and tissues together and create a human? No. The secret of life, the secret of the beginnings of all organisms is still a secret, which is irreproducible.


So I want to ask you, who is more stupid? The one who spends their life discussing process when their foundation is flawed? Or the one who is able to see the truth from simple facts?

Apply all the laws, theories and beliefs of modern science, (when it comes to explaining life), to everyday situations and you’ll laugh at what your being asked to believe, yet you believe they when it comes to the most crucial aspect of your existence.

If you know who made you and how, then you can go on to answering the why and what now.

So religion is not for idiots. It is for the smart.

 

Your Thoughts?

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

 

The Anger of a Gentle Man

A beast never paid any mind to a fly

You cannot harm me

Though you try

Your snake bite is trite

Your scorpion sting

Means nothing

So go ahead inject your venom

Do your best

Till you have nothing left

I will go on regardless

 

Whilst you’re crying rivers

I’ll be erasing the very memory of you

From my subconscious

I am stronger than you thought

In my life, many wars have I fought

You are not the first of my battles

My enemies once grouped like cattle

One by one I defeated them all

It was me, not David

Who made Goliath fall

 

Killer of Kings

Keeper of Crowns

Raised their Cities

To the ground

Toppled their Thrones

Took all that they own

 

I tried to be gentle

But some cannot let

Sleeping dogs lie

Do they forget

They flicked the switch

And started this war

Now I am nuking on them

They are filled with awe

‘Who knew someone so gentle

Could fight till he drew blood?

Who knew he was this mental?’

 

Perpetual forgiveness

Did this

Always thinking of another

Now I think why did I bother

Broke the cycle of self injustice

If I am not good to myself

Then who else will be

Since looking out for number one

All I have done is won

 

You cannot escape the firing line

No, not this time

I am spraying across the range

Deadly focused, not deranged

My bullets will only hurt the guilty

If you have done no wrong

You have no need to fear me

Only the unrighteous will fall

In this brawl

I’ll have them crying like new born babies

No uncertainty in this

No hope of maybe

Be assured, my word is my bond

My mercy this time, as shallow as a pond

My fury runs deep to the Earths core

When you think it is over

You’ll find there is more

 

The slumbering giant has awoken

Though I was happy sleeping

My eyes are now wide open

So let me get to reaping

The seeds you sowed

Will have you weeping

This harvest will not be one worth keeping

 

When I am done

You’ll wish you were six feet under

My wrath as frightening as thunder

As it crashes and splits your world asunder

A storm from the beginnings of time

But believe I am completely fine

I’m wrecking your life not mine

Once I am done

I will return to calm

Allow my tranquil self to return

I will lay my head down to rest

Until the next time someone decides to test

The anger of a gentle man

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Kind Regards

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

Dreams Are For Dummies

Note: This is my most rambling, incoherent, from the mind, quickly written, unbothered Blog Post to date. Just walk with me on this. I know some of it makes sense. To me anyway. Comment and Challenge me. I dare you.

 

 

Dreaming is hard to do when your eyes are open.

I work to fulfil my ambitions not dreams.

I am too awake to dream.

Endless insomnia of awareness

I cant go through life day dreaming.

Swimming in pools of absence.

 

 

Letting glitter and stars cloud my vision.

I achieve because I see.

I see the world for what it is, so I dont let it trick me.

When your vision is blurry your judgement will be impared.

 

Cant do right if you cant think right. Cant think right unelss you can see right.

Look at the world closely and you’ll see its as small as your life.

The story of your life is the story of the world. Just bigger. It’s just ratio and scale.

 

 

Spot the patterns. The ever repeating, synchronised, relaying, endlessly looping patterns. All are different shades of grey.

Notice that the stories repeat. Different players, different costumes. Different but the same.

So if you are living a story then you should know its ending. If you’ve seen it happen before you’ll know what to look out for.

Wisdom is gleaned from observation.

Dont stumble on the road of life, look out for the potholes and avoid them.

LOOK!

Then again achievement means something different alltogether these days.

Seems like everyone wants to be a Star.

 

‘Do you want to be a Nurse my tone deaf daughter?’

‘No! I want to sing Daddy’

‘Ok darling, I believe in your dream’

Four X Factor auditions, a ton of expensive vocal lessons, 3 humiliating auditions, and one part as an extra in a T-Mobile add later, ‘Darling’ , is the mute who works part time in New Look.

Realism is dead.

Knowing your limits it ludicrous, we have none.

No longer content in just being themselves.

Why. The Universe is made up of more than just Stars.

A cosmic creation.

The majority of which is unseen Dark Matter, which binds it all together.

It’s purpose not understood. But it’s need is paramount.

So lost in dreams that your reality fails.

The dream world cannot sustain or satisfy.

It is as tangible as smoke, and just as nourishing and solid.

Feelings. Dreams.

Key words for modern living.

Thoughts. Ambition. Targets. Goals. Aims. Convictions. Beliefs. Truth. All redundant.

We need to FEEL, we need to DREAM, we need to follow vain desires.

Fantastical constructions that fall when the rain comes.

Foundations that cannot hold up more than your mind’s fancies.

Did you hear the story of the Four Little Pigs? Bricks, Sticks, Hay and Dreams. The wolf didnt even bother to huff and puff with the last one, he just chuckled and ate him whole.

 

 

Know yourself. Stop dreaming.

Look at the world. Get it together.

Stop wishing!

 

 

Start working.  Dream at night. Realise your potential during the day.

Dreams Are For Dummies. Dont Be Dumb!

 

Your Thoughts?

Yours Truly

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi