Islam Awareness Week 2013

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Last week week, the 30th September – 4th October, was Islam awareness week on campus whereby students not of the Islamic faith could learn more about the Islamic faith from Muslim students on campus and various speakers throughout the week. Allowing students to experience various facets of the islamic faith including listening to passages of the Qur’an (The holy book), letting students write on a board their perceptions of Islam, answering other students questions with regards to faith , experiencing islamic art and cultural aspects such as a mass prayer which was open to anyone and using mehndi (henna) as a artistic reference to the artistic side of the religion.

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It was a wonderful idea by the MSA (Muslim students association) of UCT and being a little more than conflicted I wasn’t particularly certain of my own feelings towards the event.

I admit, i was highly skeptical and somewhat wary of the entire event at first. Similar to the reaction of a wild animal experiencing kindness for the first time. I didn’t trust it, I didn’t want to learn more but i found myself drawn to a topic which seemed strange and somewhat elusive to me. It fascinated me, this topic which was integral to my fathers life, taboo to my mothers and mocked and defamed by many media outlets because of preconceived ideals and common misconceptions fed to the masses by media and reporters who spend their lives rushing to meet deadlines with what is often considered to be sensationalistic hard hitting news. So instead of taking the time to do a little proper research and present the public with facts. The public is fed bite sized portions of propaganda which makes that pill much easier to swallow and believe.

I decided to take a step back from my preconceived ideals with regards to the religion to try and understand it from the viewpoint of a non-believer attempting to understand it ; without letting any of my own history and current interaction taint my perception.

Certain aspects of this awareness week I liked:
– The clothing collection for the underprivileged.
– The talks by various outsiders on the five pillars of Islam, the role of women in islam and the misconceptions of islam.
– The tours of the prayer room and the Jumu’ah prayer which was open to everyone.

Unfortunately, I was only able to attend the talk on the misconceptions of Islam and the Jumu’ah prayer but I believe that it was set out wonderfully allowing people of other customs and religions to experience facets of Islam in ways that show what the religion is truly about. I recall the man who had given us the talk with regards to the misconceptions of Islam telling us that the Arabic root of the word Islam is derived from “slm” which encompasses not only humility and unity but peace as well. Others may not agree with me but I find that, that is my interpretation and I find that it does indeed seem that way. The speaker also mentioned the difference between religious and cultural beliefs, regardless of what people believe the two are not always interlinked therefore the cultural customs practiced in Saudi are not practiced in Somalia for example, even though people of both countries practice the Islamic faith. The cultural belief is different. The Jumu’ah prayer was enlightening as well, speaking about the duties of the child to his or her parents.

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The main aspect I disliked about the event are the signs that some of the Muslim students held signs saying “Meet a Muslim” Or “meet another muslim” To me it seemed offensive and belittling to the believers, as if they were a strange anomaly with whom the rest of society is finally coming into contact with.

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The other was somewhat funnier .. But only somewhat

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However I believe that overall Islamic awareness week has actually created an awareness not only about the religion and the various misconceptions which surround it but about the people who practice it and the manner in which they came together to make this event a success. There were no pushy “you must convert” types it was just a beautiful experience.I found myself blessed with a desire to learn more, not because i am meant to (due to my fathers religious beliefs ) but because *I* wanted to. It had nothing to do with either of my parents but rather about what I wanted to learn.

One person remarked that my soul is searching for something more; an inner calm and peace which it has not yet found and I replied that I agreed but my soul strives to learn and I see nothing wrong with learning until I settle and discover what I truly want from life.

Ignorance is bliss is how the saying goes but I believe that to go through life ignorant, is similar to going through life blind and unprepared for the many facets of life that fate may toss my way. Doing that is a sure way to live my life unfulfilled.

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Disillusioned

I find myself disillusioned and out of touch with reality. Torn between the two pieces of my being that makes me whole.Suffocating parts of myself deemed “socially unacceptable” by hypocritical beings who indulge behind closed doors. I find myself torn between the irrationality of my subconscious desires, the silent sinner at the forefront of it all and the rationality of my conscious reality, a loud mouth saint to hide the sinner. A façade to separate two halves of a whole being.

Where did I go wrong?

Radio 101

So like I’ve mentioned before, I’ve joined my university radio station
I’m super happy about that.
(Especially when I consider I paid the fees myself – big achievement for someone who never had a job since starting university last year)
I absolutely love learning about the various aspects of life at a radio station, especially considering the fact it’s NOT JUST a radio station, but it’s a community radio station.
It’s a student funded, nonprofit the whole shebang type of thing.
Kinda makes it seem more worthwhile if I suppose, it feels like I’m apart of something new and I like that feeling.

I as a member of the production team am currently learning how to use Logic Pro software to make and produce Jingles etc for the station (As companies pay us for those adverts and that’s how we keep our station running … or something along those lines, I was more interested in learning how to use the desk (without breaking anything), Zoom, Select Tools, Mark, EQ, Fade and some other stuff )

As a member of the Marketing Team
We’re in charge of branding, events and PR (In retrospect we haven’t done much yet for that but we are getting there).
So far we’ve had to come up with ideas for our first annual meeting thingy (yes, I called it a thingy), which will be later today and I’m proud to say (as I’ve mentioned before) I’ve managed to come up with quite a few ideas, ranging from a Holi Fest of sorts, to a beach take over, to a formal ( prom for uni peeps)

And we are told we are welcome to come in at anytime and chill because its a chilled friendly place

BUT

Honestly, at first I felt like a total interloper, a normal person amongst the crazy antics of the radio station.
Then I realized that all I was doing was hiding my inner retard because it was a new environment ( I tend to do that)
Besides:
Normality is overrated 🙂

Here is THE Resonance aka Q (some radio joke of sorts)
She’s the music manager ( listening to and approving whether or not music is kiff enough to be played, organizing interviews with kiff peeps etc etc etc )

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And now ..
Now shit seems okay but I suppose I’ll have to wait and see. Maybe I can get this shit to work for me and who knows what’ll happen?

I could be the female version of Charlie sheen in “Two and a half Men” ( I want to be rich like him, not a substance absuing whore )

( here is where the MONEY MONEY MONAAAAAY jingle comes in )

Xoxo
Mishy

Moments In Life

Life is not a funny thing yet ironically enough; it has these moments that make us laugh, cry, remember and rage

These moments where we show the world we can be anything we want, from flirtatious to downright foolish (but lovably so). There are moments of regret we feel for rash actions. There are moments where we cannot help but look foolish, but to our loved ones, we remain the same .

These moments that make us cry, as our weaknesses and vulnerability are shown. There are the moments we feel strong because we realize even those bigger than us, stronger and faster and even “better” than us, have weaknesses too.

There are moments when we show fear even though we feel none. There are moments when we fear and almost nothing is given away.

There are moments of pure unadulterated joy as we come together yet again, be it with friends or family.

There are times spent with friends on a beach, alcohol in hand and nothing but exuberant laughter coming from our beings. No worries and No cares. Just as life should be for the younger generation.

There are the people we mourn, gone but never forgotten, although who am I to say never? From missing a loved one dearly … as time moves forward and life goes on, as each second turns into a minute which turns into an hour and then blends into the day and merges with the night, as days merge with the weeks and the passing weeks merge with the months and so forth and so on, which in turn then continues this ceaseless stream of continuity. We move on with our own lives. We almost forget, if not for a reminder, one as simple as a photograph or even a memory of a favourite flower.

There are the bonds we form with people. Whether it be platonically or romantically. They are the bonds that bind us together and tug on our hearts in ways we would never have imagined. They are the friendships people share.

The kinship between three sisters who each lead very different lives. They are the love we form with others as we accept them into our families.

There are moments where our lives stretch before us as we gaze upon the miles of ocean, in a country not quite our own. Where we realize that we are a family and no argument will take away the ties that bind us to one another.

Sometimes there are even moments shared with animals that we’ll always remember and treasure. Regardless of circumstance, just to bring a smile to our faces.

There are moments where we can’t describe how we feel, not to others and not even to ourselves. Moments when all we want to do is rage at the world, beating our fists bloody against the unyielding flesh of white walls tainted red and doors as splintered and fragmented as our inner turmoil ..

There are moments where jealousy is felt as well as a myriad of other emotions, phases and stages and there is nothing we can do about them, except go along with it and try and control ourselves as best we can.

There are so many various moments in our lives. There would be no way to note it all down and not enough words to describe them.

TAG! – I’m it !!

YAY!!!!!! I’m IT!! I was semi-reccently tagged in a blog tagging game by Jae Lei Nyght and it seemed fun so I answered 🙂 It’s a great way to get to know one another without feeling obligated to answer so here goes …

First and Foremost

The Blog Tag Rules

1. Post the rules
2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post
3. Create eleven new questions to ask the people you’ve tagged (or use the existing ones)
4. Tag (eleven) people with a link to your post
5. Let them know they’ve been tagged

Jae Lei Nyght’s Questions and My Answers
1. What are five things you love most about yourself?

  •  I can get along with almost anyone
  •  I tend to have a “sixth sense” of sorts about certain people
  •  I’m feisty
  •  I can be a hard worker (when I want to)

And last but not least (as vain as it is)

  •  I LOVE my hair (Seriously, people are not allowed to touch my hair easily)

2. What is your fondest memory

Sitting and watching “Walker Texas Ranger” with my gran late at night while my aunts would complain it was waaay past my bedtime. ( I was like 5 or 6 – and it was a tradition of sorts my grandmother and I shared)

3. When you think of home, what do you see, taste, feel?

I think of how I would spend my weekends and holidays staying at my grandmother’s house with my two aunts. I see the love we shared for one another, laughing, crying ( I cired a lot – especially when my aunt would put me on the “high” – not that high actually – counter to force me to study the months of the year and the times table) , I taste the awful taste of vegetables ( I’m not the biggest veggie fan but I was bribed with chocolate to eat my veg .. so even if it took me an hour – which it sometimes did- I ate my veg) and I FEEL the love we share… My ma (or Grandmother) passed away in 2006 and it somehow brought us closer together. I love my aunts more than anything and I know I could never repay them for what they’ve done for me

4. Pretend you’re a stranger reading your blog. What is one word you would use to describe it?

Ridiculous

5. “To be or not to be, that is the question?” by William Shakespeare What does this quote mean to you?

To me, it means I need to live MY life to the fullest. . I need to “BE” NO ONE else but ME. I will not spend it trying to emulate others because of “trends”. I need to “BE” all I can or rather not exist. Life is a precious gift that was not meant to be wasted and being anything less than MYSELF would be a tragedy. I am ME and that’s the best person I could ever be.

6. If you could go back in time, where would you go? And why?

I would like to go to the 1995 Rugby World Cup match in South Africa, I’m not a big Rugby fan (I don’t understand the rules etc of the game) but that was an amazing moment in South African history. That was the moment when a nation truly became united regardless of colour.

7. If you could undo one thing from your past, what would it be?

I wouldn’t undo anything (except maybe letting my mother see that love bite by accident – VERY awkward explanation). Everything that has happened to me has made me who I am. It’s made me stronger and wiser ( MUCH wiser) and I doubt i’d survive without the knowledge I’d gained from it all.

8. What’s your favorite color and why?

I like black but technically black isn’t a colour, so all colours I suppose. I like the colour black simply because it goes with EVERYTHING (In terms of clothing) but otherwise anything moderately vibrant and upbeat but then again it is all dependent on my mood.

9. They say you can tell a lot about a person by the company they keep. What is one attribute about your best friend or spouse that is most similar to you?

There is no one attribute. My best friend could be my twin, if it wasn’t for the fact she is older and well, white. It’s actually scary how alike we are. We also balance each other out, when she’s feeling insane, I’m the sane one. When I feel depro, she is the bundle if happiness I need and vice versa. We can act like meerkats while guy spotting and just mention one thing (ie. Blue shirt, my left etc) and we’ll know exactly who the other is talking about.

10. If you could have one power in the world what would it be and why?

I would want to be able to shape shift into ANYTHING because there would be nothing more badass than shifting into a fire breathing dragon, with poisonous claws and a wickedly spiked tail, to scare the shit outta the asshole who is bugging you or your friend. Also it would be SUPER epic to shift into any animal (except insects, I have this tendency to freak out when i’m around insects or well when they are around me .. if I could climb walls I would, ANYTHING to get away).

And last but not least

11. Imagine one loving message you could give to the world, right now. What would it be?

Life is unpredictable and it will throw things at you (literally and figuratively), things that you’d wish you never had the misfortune to encounter but it will make you stronger and wiser, but without love and friendship, strength and wisdom will mean nothing. It will amount to nothing.
Be strong, be wise but most of all be the person that can say without a doubt, “I have love in my life” , be it the love of friends or a loved one.

I would just like to thank Jae Lei Night for tagging me in this game. It is an honour in a way, and it’s also one of those “YAY! I’m part of something ‘More’” moments.

My 11 questions.

1. If you could be anyone who would you be and why?
2. What would you do if you had 1 million (of whatever currency it is you have in your country)?
3. List 5 things about you that very few people know.
4. What is one of your fondest memories?
5. What made you decide to blog?
6. What are (were) your dreams and goals for your future?
7. If you could be any animal, what would you be any why?
8. What qualities do you look for in friends?
9. What do you think is your main “fault”? (ie. I’m too trusting)
10. If you travel into the future, what would you do?
11. Why do you blog about the topics you blog about?

My 11 People

1. Literally Laurie 
2. Project Bass
3. Just Dan93
4. Tebogo Ndlovu
5. Christine
6. Organised Chaos
7. Coco J Ginger
8. I am Gerry
9. Arlen Shahverdyan
10. Parasharstales
11. Memoirs of a Dragon

Please remember that you are not obligated in any way to answer and actually continue said blog tagging. No one is going to haunt you for not continuing, you will not have 7 years bad luck nor will you wake up to see the chick from “The Ring” staring at you. NOTHING bad is going to happen to you if you don’t continue (I’m seriously still waiting to die from all the other things I never passed on – I wonder what will get to me first … The chick from “The Ring” or all the bad luck I’ve accumulated )

Have fun and enjoy it 🙂
If you have any more questions for me, please don’t hesitate to ask

The 4th week stress rant

This is the second of the two posts I had done on my previous blog regarding university .. Looking back .. I see exactly how naïve I was XD ..
(It was originally posted on the 6th of March 2012)

“The 4th week stress Rant

It’s been so long since I’ve blogged about uni ..
Heck I’ve even skipped the freshers braai part ( pointless really),
the bit about registration ( where I found out I CAN extend my degree)
and mock lecture day (which was a conspiracy to make some of us believe uni would be okay ..)

So …
Back to today ..

I have reached that stage where sarcasm and bitchiness seem to flow from me being without me even trying .. I become annoyed when people do not grasp things I consider to be obvious ..

I called one of the smartest kids in my spanish class a dumbass ( which I actually felt a tad bad about ) for not grasping the aforementioned obvious bit and two other gents “ladies” after they decided to stand and chat while blocking the exit after class..

And no..
I’m not on my period…

I’m at university ..

I sometimes (in my stress induced state) stare at others serenely strolling along and think to myself ..WHY THE F am I not studying what they’re studying!?!?
Like seriously ..

After my FOURTH week of university I’m popping rescue remedy pills hoping my skin won’t break out in who knows what type of severe acne , while I watch my hair fall out as another indicator of my soaring stress levels..
Because as bad as my skin is ..
Breaking out in who knows what type of severe acne is not the way to go ..
And I really love my hair ..
Like really..

I even DREAM about university.
What happened to dreams about cute guys or rainbows and fluffy things etc.
All I see is grammar rules Speaking of grammar rules ..
Here is a current breakdown of my wonderful subjects 🙂 :

French : SUCKS .. Can’t speak it, can’t understand it .. HELP

Spanish : I need to actually start paying attention if I want to pass ( this is what happens when I let people convince me to sit at the back of the lecture theatre .. I start to FAIL)

Italian : all I do is study .. Non stop .. I think by the end of this term I should have it memorised .. And no I’m not kidding .. I wish I was

Mandarin: I suppose could be likened to sex? (Not that I’d know .. Just saying ) Its pretty fun, but needs hard work and dedication to get satisfactory results but at the end of the day .. I’m still royally fucked if I don’t protect myself and study :/

Yes I totally went there..

AND yes I totally deserve this, I did it to myself.

Anyway …
Maybe more next week if I’m not dead by then.
ArrivederLa
Zàijiàn
Hasta luego
Au revoir
And whatever else may be added in there 🙂

All the best
The – not so fresh -Fresher ”

Well .. I had not died in the literal sense but with the workload I had, something had to give so I stopped blogging 😦 ( Bad Idea – Blogging is a great stress relief, especially for someone as tightly wound as me ..- it helps me not go psycho kill-everybody type of crazy)

I will continue with newer posts about uni.. Not much more to say about the first semester ( Besides the fact it makes me miss high school LOADS – and I HATED my high school)

I had my bag stolen in a smash and grab on the same day we came back from our mid-semester break – Was driving home, stopped at a robot and some douche smashed my window and got away with my bag .. So I kissed my uni notes/books/stationary and Ipad goodbye (I had that ipad for a week – I cried like a baby)

That kinda put me off of my study groove but I’m slowly but surely getting back into it ..

So ..

Exams were a biatch .. Had Spanish and Italian the same day x_x ( Because people can’t plan properly in terms of trips abroad)

The library became my new home .. spent my days there regardless of whether or not I wrote an exam that day .. (I’m too lazy to study at home, and I get distracted easily) . So Nuky and I would stay in the lib studying and sometimes acting like meerkats ( just for breaks and hey! I’m a busy student , not dead 😉 )

Needless to say, I passed all my subjects ( with some drama for Italian but It’s not MY fault they can’t count )

Hopefully the second semester will be much better .. LOL, who am I kidding .. It’ll be harder, then again – Nothing good comes easy

I’m no longer a Fresher ( well, maybe I still am but I don’t get lost that easily anymore – LIES- but I do know how to manage my time better)

So goodbye for now
lots of love

ME ( cause there is no one I’d rather be)

How do you ..

How do you fill that void inside yourself?
That inescapable sense of loss and despair?
That abysmal space inside your self, gaping like an open wound..

Festering..

How do you ease that ever present sense of loneliness?
Do you cover it with a fake smile?
Do you laugh and jest with others all the time?
Do you allow your supposed “love” life to become a revolving door of partners?
What can one do..
How can one stop it..

What a wonderful waste of oneself…