Not satisfied with pioneering and championing veiled women drivers by steamrolling and wasting the parliament’s time, this honourable gentleman tables a few more motions which are so important that should they succeed, they will ensure freedom of man for ever more.
Apart from that which has been reported, he very unfortunately had to withdraw another motion (yes he’s absolutely over-flowing with them as he is the only one working in the parliament) after being talked to by other completely self-serving MPs. What’s the withdrawn motion you ask? Oh nothing very important.. the RESTRICTION OF RELIGIOUS FREEDOMS! That is, the restriction of religious freedoms HE doesn’t subscribe to, like the Shia’s commemorating Ashoora which is the martyerdom of Imam Hussain – the grandson of the Prophet, every other Shia custom, and he lumped with those to sweeten the deal no doubt, Christmas, Easter, Yom Kippur, Divali and every other religious custom or right practiced by this varied and multi-cultural society of ours.
And of course he tabled this motion for the “better of Islam and Muslims” in Bahrain.
He most certainly should be lauded for his dedication and work. I mean, why else was he elected to the parliament in the first place? To serve the people? Naaaaahhhh, come ON people, get real. His only reason for being in parliament is to sow the seed of discrimitation against everybody who does not share his own extremely limited views. Does the picture of Osama bin Laden come up in your imagination now? YOU got it! I doubt very much that this guy and his ilk would hesitate a moment in condoning the attacks in Riyadh, Afghanistan or Iraq.
This is what Al-Asala in particular and the Islamists in general are good for. Whoever elects these jokers again deserve everything that the parliament does – or doesn’t do – for national interests.
We should really organise a demonstration of support and show these people our love and affection we harbour for them in our heart of hearts.
In other news: “Al-Saidi has now become the chairman of the wheels are turning but the hamster is fucking dead society” please join me in welcoming him on board!
fucking pricks.
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Great post. I showed it to an Egyption friend of mine. and he doesn’t like you all of a sudden.
He’s an annoyingly strict muslim. 🙁
I hate the was Muslims are potrayed but i also can’t stand the fundamentalists. Ya know its hard to defend folks that are also pissing you off. But you gotta do it.
Rob
http://robfindlay.org/blog.html
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Great and excellent post.
I completely share your views and hate those stupid extremists with thier tight @ss views.
You never see a no.1 student or college graduate try to be a “sheik” or Imam? I wonder why….is this donkey in the parliament our final resort in islam and passing laws
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What a post! I share your views completely. Bahrain is not going back into time, its a country that has a good future ahead of them, and we should not tolerate and allow idiots like this dim-witted individual to get in our way. The guy should get a freak’n wake up call…
Edmond Isa
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ya all dickheads
Re: HEEEEELP.. dickheads on the loose again!
Oh Mahmood, this was a great ‘Rant’…
That poor devil has a malnurished soul (& brain).
One phrase that cracked me up, ’cause it could be taken in more then one way:
‘let’s attract investment AND corruption’
I’m not anonymous:
Miss Neuman Seattle, WA
MissNeuman@hotmail.com
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kut hehehehehehe
Re: Little Mosque
How fantastic! Really, this is the work of someone real, someone truly wonderful. Best wishes to the writer of this poem, you are gifted in many ways x
Little Mosque
Little Mosque Poems
By Mohja Kahf
In my little mosque
there is no room for me
to pray. I am
turned away faithfully
five times a day.
My little mosque
so meager
in resources, yet
so eager
to turn away
a woman
or a stranger
My little mosque
is penniless, behind on rent
Yet it is rich in anger
every Friday, coins of hate
are generously spent
My little mosque is poor yet
every week we are asked to give
to buy another curtain
to partition off the women
or to pave another parking space
I go to the Mosque of the Righteous
I have been going there all my life
I have been the Cheerleader of the Righteous Team
I have mocked the visiting teams cruelly
I am the worst of those I complain about:
I am a former Miss Mosque Banality
I would like to build
a little mosque
without a dome
or minaret
I’d hang a sign
over the door:
Bad Muslims
welcome here
Come in, listen
to some music,
sharpen the souls longing,
have a cigarette
I went to the mosque
when no one was there
and startled two angels
coming out of a broom closet
Are they gone now? one said
The looked relieved
My great big mosque
has a chandelier
big as a Christmas tree
and a jealously guarded
lock and key
I wonder why
everyone in it
looks just like me
My little mosque
has a bouncer at the door
You have to look pious
to get in
My little mosque
has a big sense of humor
Not
I went to the mosque
when no one was there
The prayer space was soft and serene
I heard a sound like lonely singing
or quiet sobbing. I heard a leafy rustling
I looked around
A little Quran
on a low shelf
was reciting itself
My little mosque has a Persian carper
depicting trees of paradise
in the mens section, which you enter
through a lovely classical arch
The womens section features
well, nothing
Piety dictates that men enter
my little mosque through magnificent columns
Piety dictates
that women enter
my little mosque
through the back alley,
just past the crack junkie here
and over these fallen garbage cans
My little mosque used to be democratic
with a rotating imam
we chose from among us every month
Now my little mosque has an appointed imam
trained abroad
No one can dispute his superior knowledge
We used to use our minds
to understand Quran
My little mosque discourages
that sort of thing these days
We have official salaried translators
for God
I used to carry around a little mosque
in the chambers of my heart
but it is closed indefinitely pending
extensive structural repairs
I miss having a mosque,
driving by and seeing cars lining the streets,
people double-parking, desperate
to catch the prayer in time
I miss noticing, as they dodge across traffic
toward the mosque entrance between
buses and trucks,
their long chemises fluttering,
that trail of gorgeous fabrics Muslims leave
gossamer, the colors of hot lava, fantastic shades
from the glorious places of the earth
I miss the stiff, uncomfortable men
looking anywhere but at me when they meet me,
and the double-faced women
full of judgment, and their beautiful
childing shining
with my chidren, I do
I don’t dream of a perfect mosque
I just want roomfuls of people to kiss every week
with the kisses of Prayer and Serenity,
and a fat, multi-trunked tree
collecting us loosely for a minute under
its alive and quivering canopy
Once, God applied
for a janitor position at our mosque,
but the board turned him down
because he wasn’t a practicing Muslim
Once a woman entered
my little mosque
with a broken arm,
a broken heart,
and a very short skirt
Everyone rushed over to her
to make sure
she was going to cover her legs
Marshmallows are banned
from my little mosque
because they might
contain gelatin derived from pork enzymes
but banality is not banned,
and yet verily
banality is worse than marshmallows
Music is banned
at my little mosque
because it is plaed on
the devils stringed instruments,
although a little music
softens the soul
and lo, a hardened soul
is the devils taut drumskin
Once an ignorant Bedouin
got up and started to pee against a wall
in the Prophets Mosque in Medina
The pious protective Companions leapt
to beat him
The Prophet bade them stop
A man is entitled to finish a piss
even if he is an uncouth idiot,
and there are things
more important in a mosque than ritual purity
My little mosque
thinks a poem like this must be
written by the Devil
in cahoots with the Zionists,
NATO, and the current US administration,
as part of the Worldwide Orientalist Plot
to Discredit Islam
Don’t they know
at my little mosque
that this is a poem
written in the mirror
by a lover?
My little mosque
is fearful to protect itself
from the bricks of bigots
throught its window
Doesn’t my little mosque know
the way to protect its windows
is to open its doors?
I know the bricks of bigots
are real
I wish I could protect my little mosque
with my body as a shield
I love my dysfunctional little mosque
even though I can’t stand it
My little mosque loves Arab men
with pure accents and beards
Everyone else is welcome
as long as
they understand that Real Islam
has to come from an Arab man
My little mosque loves Indian
and Pakistani men with Maududi in their pockets
Everyone else is welcome because as we all know
there is no discrimination in Islam
My little mosque loves women
who know that Islam liberated them
fourteen hundred years ago and so
they should live like seventh-century Arabian women
or at least dress
like pre-industrial pre-colonial women
although
men can adjust with the times
My little mosque loves converts
especially white men and women
who give Why I embraced Islam lectures
to be trotted out as trophies
by the Muslim pom-pom squad
of Religious One-up-man-ship
My little mosque faints at the sight
of pale Bosnian women suffering
across the sea
Black women suffering
across the street
do not move
my little mosque much
I would like to find a little mosque
where my Christian grandmother
and my Jewish great-uncle the rebbe
and my Buddhist cousin
and my Hindu neighbor
would be as welcome
as my staunchly Muslim mom and dad
My little mosque has young men and women
who have nice cars, nice homes, expensive educations,
and think they are the righteous rageful
Victims of the World Persecution
My little mosque offers courses on
the Basics of Islamic Cognitive Dissonance
There is no racism in Islam means
we won’t talk about it
Islam is unity means
shuttup
There’s so much to learn
Class is free and meets every week
I don’t dream of a perfect mosque, only
a few square inches of ground
that will welcome my forehead,
no questions asked
My little mosque is as decrepit
as my little heart. Its narrowness
is the narrowness in me. Its windows
are boarded up like the part of me that prays
I went to the mosque
when no one was there
No One was sweeping up
She said: This place is just a place
Light is everywhere. Go, live in it
The Mosque is under your feet,
wherever you walk each day
Parts of this poem have been published in Azizah Magazine.