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A tour Around Jolo, Sulu

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  Assalamu Alaykum! (Peace be with you!) I just realized... I haven't talked much about my videos about Sulu in this blog. I have a playlist which you can watch if you are interested in seeing (or maybe visiting?) my dear homeplace.  Just check it out here: JOLO, SULU PLAYLIST You can watch this instead:      Yup, that is all for today.   PS. I am mulling over the idea of transferring my blog from blogspot to wordpress...  hmmmmmm    

Anger Burns in me.

I was supposed to post about the happy days I had this week. But it seems I have to turn right, and drive through another road. And let those unpublished essays stay under my table for a while. they can wait. This one I cannot take any longer. I am angry. Angry, because things are getting worst in my homeland, Sulu. Angry, because there are more kidnappings, day by day. Angry, there was a report of a massacre of a Muslim Family; no actions done for their justice. Angry, because the civilians were left helpless; no where to go. Angry, and most of us don't know or didn't even care. Angry, our political leaders are pretending that these things did not even happened! I am Furious! Because I can't do anything but weep in my room; curl in my bed, crying out those unknown names of victims; feeling the agonies that filled the hearts of the innocent civilians; I feel furious. Yet I must not Loose hope. Never should I give up! And now, I only have YOU to help me p...

Limang Minuto-Part II

5 minutes starts.... Now! Limang Minuto na naman.  Hindi ko akalain na ako ay malilibang pala sa bagong addiction na ito. Limang minuto ako ay magsusulat (o mag-i-encode) ng kung anuman ang papasok sa aking isipan.  Limang minuto. Nakalog-out na ang aking FB pagkat ayoko rin namang ma-abala nito. Limang minuto ay napaka ikling panahon ngunit... napakaraming bagay ang pwedeng mangyari dito. Sa loob ng limang minuto, ilang mga bagong panganak na mga sanggol ay massisilayan ng araw; isang panibagong buhay na magiging pagsubuk sa kanila. Sa loob ng imang minuto maaring mawalan ng hininga at buhay ang isang tao. Malunod. Masaksak. Mabangga ng tren (ang brutal naman). Makain ng piranha. Mahulug sa bangin na puno ng tinik at basag na bote. Aaah! tama na. basta, sa loob ng limang minuto maaring mangyari yun lahat. Di mo alam ano ang susunod. Ngunit iilan lang ba sa atin... iilang beses nga lang ba natin napagtanto na ang bawat limang minuto na dumadaloy sa atin ay nap...

Limang Minuto

Ehem. Ehem. Mike test. Mike test. 5 minutes starts here==> Limang minuto ako ay magsusulat. Nang kung anuman ang papasok sa aking isipan. Ito ay isang paraan para aking mabalik-tanaw ang mga bagay-bagay na akin nang nakaligtaan sa loob ng ilang linggong pagiging isang uod na hindi na gumagalaw. Ewan ko ba ano ang nangyari sa akin nung makalipas na mga linggo. Tila baga ako ay isang (traveler) na nawawala; hindi alam kung san patutungo. Alam ko. Alam ko kung ano ang mga dapat kung gawin, ngunit hindi ko pa rin magawang igalaw ang aking katawan patungo sa mga hangaring ito: mga hangarin na alam kong mas makakabuti sa akin, sa aking pamayanan at sa ating kalikasan. Tila baga may ibang puwersa na humuhila sa akin. Humihila patungo sa ibang landas. Humahatak palayo sa aking mga napagtantyang mga "Prayoridad". Limang minuto... Limang minuto. Bibigyan ko ang aking sarili ng limang minuto sa hangaring maibalik ko ang mga dating nawala sa akin. Ako ay (hopef...

Blank questions

I stare blankly on the screen. I can make my thoughts into order. I can't find any words out of my mind but boggy ideas. I cannot focus on anything now. I am just out of my old self. And then I ask myself, "Who am I really?" I stare blankly up the sky to find the answers. And to my greatest dismay, I found none by myself looking down on me. Oh where am i going now.

9/11 the 10th: How it changed our lives.

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[Second Title: 9/11 the 10th: How the Muslims fought against Terror.] Published: September 11, 2011 If I will write about the whole story on 9/11, I don’t think I would be able to stop writing. There were just so many things that fly in through my mind each time I hear the infamous name: NINE-ELEVEN. On who’s really behind this grievous incident, I won’t talk about it. Let the critiques do their job. On weighing things out, on how many are the victims (the number of people who died during and after the incident), I cannot talk about it. Let the news feed your minds. But let me talk on a very short post on how this incident—even how much far it happened from where I am now—had greatly affected our ways of life. It will all boil down to a single fact: We were affected because we were (and still are) Muslims; and we did suffer the most. After the event that shook the whole world, the waves from the ‘epicenter’ of the shock resulted to too many incidents that followed it. The whole...