Tuesday, November 12, 2024

Imported post: Facebook Post: 2024-11-12T11:40:56

🎥 Sky News is facing criticism after the UK-based news agency deleted a tweet and video describing the unrest caused by Israeli Maccabi fans in Amsterdam after Ajax's Europa League game. While the now deleted post said the unrest started with anti-Arab racist slogans and tearing of the Palestinian flag, the new post reframed the events with a narrative on so-called anti-Semitic violence. 📲 *Share with others to join us*: https://chat.whatsapp.com/DIeK0APFjms5m01BJnIKZV ⚠️ *Help Lebanon & Gaza*.. _Help us resist & survive_ .. _Donate now_: https://gofund.me/442d563b


Monday, November 11, 2024

Imported post: Facebook Post: 2024-11-11T12:23:54

🎥 Israeli supporters of the football club Maccabi Haifa are seen attempting to burn the flags of Palestine and Netherlands while chanting “Gaza is a cemetery” at Teddy stadium in Jerusalem. On Wednesday and Thursday, supporters of the Israeli football club Maccabi Tel Aviv caused disruptions in Amsterdam, instigating violence and igniting clashes with pro-Palestine supporters. One of the Social Media users commented: "_We used to say Israelis have no culture, but they actually do. Watch the video this is their culture and the guys are very consistent in showing all around the world._" 📲 *Share with others to join us*: https://chat.whatsapp.com/DIeK0APFjms5m01BJnIKZV ⚠️ *Help Lebanon & Gaza*.. _Help us resist & survive_ .. _Donate now_: https://gofund.me/442d563b

Sunday, September 20, 2020

Imported post: Facebook Note: 2020-09-20T20:39:50

null null null i am writing a book. i write it here, because i need feedback, and corrections and additions. you can see this because i invite you to collaborate with me in writing this. add it in your comments at the bottom, i will continually add and edit as i have spare time. My name is Brenton Tarrant. I was born in Grafton, NSW Australia. Grafton is a small city in the north of NSW, not far from Queensland border. I was born on 27 Oct 1990. I am the only son of my parent, Sharon and Rodney. My mother is a school teacher, and my father is a garbage collector. The city I was born, Grafton is located on the banks of Clarence River. Grafton is famous for jacaranda trees, which bloom in late October and early November. I attended Grafton Hugh School, but I didnt do well, poor grades and academic life didnt interest me. My parent have an old bungalow built around the 40’s. It has high slanting roof with wide verandah at the front. The bungalow was built on stilt, which is common in tropical Queensland and New South Wales, to keep the vermin and snakes away from the house, and to keep above the occasional flooding after heavy rain. I started attending gym since high school. It is a way to shore up my self confidence. I wasnt good academically, and some kids bullied me. By attending gym, I built up my strength and coordination skills. So the kids stop bullying me, and when I finish high school with poor grades, I got the job at the gym training kids and be their personal trainer. The money was good, and I live cheap at home. I saved a lot of money. The money I saved while working at the gym building up, and eventually I invested in Bitconnect, a cryptocurrency. I made some profit, and took it out. In 2010, my father Rodney died of cancer. I have become disinterested with my job at the gym, and used the money to travel. I wanted to see the world. With that money, I traveled the world, Europe, Pakistan and North Korea among others. I have traveled to Pakistan, where I visited Gilgit and Baltistan as well as Pakistani Kashmir. Hunza Valley is beautiful in autumn. Snow capped mountains all year long, and when the trees start shedding leaves you would see the most colourful vista imaginable, red, yellow and orange. Beautiful. The people are the most earnest, kind-hearted and hospitable in the world. They treated me like their own, let me into their houses and shared their food. this is intended for the end of this chapter August 2017 The flight from Sydney to Christchurch was uneventful. Brenton managed to catch some sleep. As a white Australian, he didnt raise any suspicion from the immigration nor the custom officers at the airport. “They are keeping an eye for potential asylum seekers or ‘visitor that look for work’.” Brenton tells himself. He doesnt fir description for any of these categories. Normally asylum seekers are people from war torn countries; Iraq, Iran, Syria, Lebanon and Afghanistan. People with Arab looking features. And the job migrants are mostly people from emerging countries.; Indonesia, Pacific Islands, Asia and South Asia. Their modus operandi is simple, come into the country as tourist, then look for job, whatever job available and then continue renewing their visa or just overstay. Brenton passed through immigration without a problem, and he didnt bring in any food in his luggage to warrant close scrutiny by the customs. They just waved him through. Out of the airport, he caught a taxi to the city. The driver was a Somali man. He detested this fact, but kept quiet. Somalis have dark complexion, but not as dark as people from Malawi or Zimbabwe. Some of them are olive skinned with dark curly hair. Most SOmalis are tall with Arab features. Brenton can see stringed prayer beads and a disk with Arabic script engraved on it, probably verses from the Quran. “Where to Sir?” the taxi driver asked. “George Hotel please.” this poem, I intend to put at the back cover: Look in the distance Under the golden dome beyond that black plastic wrap that cover the steel fence inside the white walls a gate of Paradise opened at 1.30pm on 15th of March 2019. wide expanse of greens, as far as eyes can see.. beautiful trees framed the periphery then the flowers...in thousands upon thousands. Look at the flowers, how beautiful they are. vibrant in colours, red blue white and gold. more colours than the rainbow. even at a distance, the path to the gate of heaven is filled with flowers with many colours, beautiful, pleasing to the eye... I will visit this place again and again... so close yet so far away my brothers and my sisters, believe me, I have heard with my own pair of ears, of the opening of this gate of Heaven, and I have seen it opened.. and I have smelled the sweet pleasant smell of inhabitants of Heaven, smell of perfumes much like the one you buy from Arab perfume shops at Jalan Masjid India, whereby the inhabitants of Heaven share the little bits that they have and rub it on the back of their hands...




Friday, October 18, 2019

Imported post: Facebook Note: 2019-10-18T21:13:37

Lets go back in time. It was in the early 80s, around 83, or maybe 84. The was someone sick at the hospital, I didnt remember whether he/she was a visitor or resident Muslim. A local Muslim sister visited that sick person at the hospital wearing hijab. Not many Muslim ladies wearing hijab in those days. A student doctor at the hospital asked her, “Are you a Muslim?” “Yes. Alhamdulillah” she said. That doctor was Dr Saleh Al Samahi from Saudi Arabia and he was introduced to the Christchurch Muslim community by the end of that week, joining Friday prayer and weekend community gathering. Someone did explained to Dr Saleh Al Samahi about the plan of building a masjid and how we needed more funds to continue building. One winter day, we set up a tent on the site of the masjid to receive visitors from Saudi Arabia, and we received a grant of $460,000 from Saudi Arabian Government. Beside that there were few other large donations came in. We had a breaking ground ceremony that year. During this ceremony, there was a protest gathering by some group. Some people didnt like us building a masjid. (Dr Saleh is in the picture above, 2nd from right. 1st from right was Dr Razzaq Khan, MAC president 1986-88) So the masjid building continue in earnest in 1985. Our architect was Rashid Wallen who worked for architectural firm Endel Lust. Sometime in August 85, the masjid was completed. We invited Dr Jamal Badawi from USA to deliver speech on Islam and Christianity and explained the difference and similarity between Islam and Christianity. At the end of the speech, during question time, one man got up and objected to Dr Jamal Badawi saying that to say that “there is only ONE GOD and not THREE” is a blasphemy. “I am only explaining the difference between Christian belief and Muslim belief, you have the freedom to believe.” Dr Jamal Badawi said. The prayer hall was full. Everyone was invited that night, and there were no chairs, everyone had to sit on the carpet. As I remember, the carpet was green with cream lines, New Zealand made carpet. The architect also explained to us that the artwork on the glass windows were also done locally. That woodwork near the imam alcove is made of local totara wood, so is the mimbar. If you look up where the wall meet the ceiling you would see the word “La ilaha illallah” written in arabic script. the picture above was probably taken one afternoon after Friday prayer.

Wednesday, October 16, 2019

Imported post: Facebook Note: 2019-10-16T08:49:54

It was in April 1982. A property on Deans Avenue, Riccarton, Christchurch was for sale. The land area was roughly 3600 sqm. It was a piece of land housing a horse stable smack bang in the middle of the property. The second photo was the stable building. The land was not even, with small hillocks, consistent with the previous use as a horse training ground. There were not many Muslims in Christchurch back then, most of us were students from as far away as Sudan, Iraq, Pakistan, Bangladesh and Malaysia. One Muslim brother turn up at the real estate office that day when the property was for sale. No one else. A large piece of land, so close to the city a very suitable site for masjid. No one else turn up, cant blame them, because they are young students at the university. They wouldnt know what to do. The real estate agent told this Muslim man, that there is also an interest from a church group. "I cant make decision, the other guys hasnt turn up yet." Time was ticking. The real estate agent said, "You have to sign on these dotted line by 12 noon, then I can say that the property is sold. There is also another church group interested in this property, they are willing to pay $110,000." " Can I ring my lawyer first?" He hurriedly walked to the phone booth at the end of the street. In those days, there was a red phone booth near the corner of Brockworth Pl and Deans Ave. His lawyer told him that settlement date is in 3 months time, and it shouldnt be a problem. "Just in case you cant pay, we can always resell the property at a profit." "I am buying this property to build a masjid, not to make profit!" So he came back to meet the real estate agent and signed on the dotted line. All in, it cost $100,000. We didnt have much money back then. Our account only had a few hundreds. So we save money among ourselves, fundraise by organizing ethnic food fetes, participating in ethnic food market, selling our food to raise funds. Slowly the money start to come in. The first thing we built was the fence. Yes the cinder block wall. We built them on our side of property, so the neighbours has no right to paint or attach anything to it. That fence is our property. "Yes we are being kind to our neighbours by letting them attach postboxes to our wall." Right next door to us, at number 107, at the back, there was a veterinary clinic. When we were building the wall, this vet couldnt use his garage because the entrance was too narrow now that we build the wall. So we gave away that sliver of land to him for free. Love thy neighbour. "If your neighbour is hungry, you shouldnt eat either, feed your neighbour first." He was happy. "You can do whatever with your land, I wouldnt raise any objection." We couldnt do anything for 4 years while we were raising the funds. In the weekends we organised working bees to level the land ready for building the masjid. And when there was enough money to lay the foundation, we got it done, and then wait some more for more funds to continue building.

Friday, September 13, 2019

Imported post: Facebook Note: 2019-09-13T18:24:04

Back in Jan 1985, when I arrived in Christchurch to attend Canterbury Uni, the mosque was being built, at the raft stage. A few workmen were onsite, the foundation has been laid, but the concrete raft floor has just been laid. It was still wet. We performed Friday prayet in a small room in the stable building behind the mosque. There were less than 15 of us, including 2 ladies for the first Friday prayer that I attended. We were close back then. Our first imam was Br Osman Gaafar, a post grad student from Sudan. Some of us, including me, still in contact with his family. Later in the year, in August, the construction of the mosque was finished. It was the southernmost mosque in the world back then, and the size was comparably bigger than the Ponsonby mosque in Auckland. The late Dr Saleh AlSamahi, was instrumental in getting a large donation from Saudi royal family. Let me remind you, that our first Islamic Centre was at 534 Tuam Street. A 2-bedroom house with a small lounge that we used as prayer hall. Our Muslim Community raise money by selling ethnic foods at markets and collecting donations. Why am I writing all these? I have been part of Christchurch Muslim Community for a long time. I know most of the old timers who have been the pillars of our community since the 70s. Quite a few of them have passed away. May Allah grant them Jannah. Now is the election time to choose the office bearers who will continue the legacy of our pioneers back in the 70s and 80s. What are the qualities of people do we want to lead us in the next 2 years? I would start with: 1.Integrity. 2.Transparency; clear communication, yes please be transparent to all our community members. Dont set up cliques and decide among your cliques on important issues, and then buldoze that decision without agreement from other committee members. And please write down the minutes of your committee meeting and publish them. 3.Communicate with us, our Muslim community. Write us email and newsletter, please. As well as publishing in website and facebook. Not all of us have access to facebook, so printed newsletter is still relevant. 4.Ability to write. May sound basic, but it is essential that our leaders knows how to put pen on paper, and be able to communicate with ease. We dont want people who is all talk and no action, do we? 5. Knowledge. Let's give the job to people who have the right talent and knowledge. 6. Able to devise a strategy to achieve goals. 7. Organisational skill. This is not just relevant to the president, but also to everyone else in the committee. 8. Team work. Everyone must be a team player, regardless of their background. 9. Delegation. Please divide your workload. What I would like to see in the future: The basic.congregational/jamaat prayer for all 5 daily prayers in the mosque without fail. I dont have to quote hadith on this, every Muslim knows the importance of this. I am not saying if there is anything wrong as of the past 3 years, but there are room for improvement. Transparency, clear communication. No hush hush. I want to see newsletter again. Tell us what is happening. Not everyone is on facebook. The website is also dead. Some of us are not computer literate, you know. The financials; I would like to see how we are doing. How much is coming in, where it was spent, etc.If you gave some money to a member of our community who was in need, that's good, but put it on record. Many years ago we put the financial statement on the noticeboard. You see, I dont have high expectations. I am not asking you to set up a school, community gathering for Eids or conferences etc. .

Tuesday, July 09, 2019

I havent posted anything for years..

I have more audience in facebook... here is the link to my facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/noor.hamzah