Friday, December 19, 2014

Massacre in Peshawar Pakistan

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Year 609: They threw stones, beat up, abused and even conspired to kill Prophet Mohammed (Peace be upon him) and his followers when he introduced Islam to the people of Mecca. Impressed by the principles and values of the religion and especially the character and behavior of prophet (Practicing what he preached), when general public started accepting it, the same offenders also accepted Islam- A purely business decision because if they didn't, they would have been ostracized by the public leading their businesses to suffer and new avenue (read Islam) to make more money would not have tapped. Nevertheless, they took pride in calling themselves MUSLIMS.

Year 632: They chose to hold a meeting at another place first to decide who will be the successor of Prophet upon his death while he was supposed to be cremated within 6 hours. They still took pride in calling themselves MUSLIMS.

Year 661: They killed Imam Ali, the first Imam and the fourth Caliph, while he was offering morning namaz. They still took pride in calling themselves MUSLIMS.

Year 670: They poisoned Prophet's elder Grandson Hasan, so severely that he vomited out his internal organs in pieces. They still took pride in calling themselves MUSLIMS.

October 10, Year 680: They gang up in millions to kill Husain, Prophet's grandson, so dear to Prophet that he used to carry Husain on his shoulders along with Hasan. They forgot it and other such numerous incidents and sayings of prophet about how much he loved his daughter and her sons. They still had the audacity to take pride in calling themselves MUSLIMS.

Year 680 to 874: They killed each of the following 8 Imams. Hence NONE of the Imams died his natural death. Their allegiance to the true teachings of Islam, and practicing- preaching the same costed them their lives.

In short, Prophet and his family have been the biggest victims of terrorism that so called MUSLIMS brought upon them. And forget not, all these so-called muslims took pride in calling themselves MUSLIMS.

Year 874 till TODAY: They killed Lakhs of innocents in the name of expanding the religion, while what they actually have been doing is satisfying their own greed for more wealth and power, expanding their own empire. Discovery of oil and Rise of western capitalistic powers have added to the already complicated Greed network they belonged to and today its impossible to tell which one of them is bigger terrorist.

They go by different names depending on the period. Today They are still killing innocents in the name of religion, in ones, tens, hundreds and thousands. They teach that very thing that Islam came to wipe out from the world: Hatred and violence.

They still take pride in calling themselves MUSLIMS.

Beyond any doubt, they will rot in hell because "if they kill one innocent, they kill entire humanity" (Quran 5:32).

I support everyone who is against the massacre of Pakistan school children, i am in support with every person every media and every organisation of the world who will oppose this massacre!

But one thing I dont understand, some 4 months ago, 2000 kids , babies and innocent children were brutally killed in palestine by bombing from israeli army.

The media and every person who is yelling like a lion today, dont u consider palestine kids as humans?

If u have courage to stand against wrong, u must have stood that time too!  But all of u were deaf that time, now suddenly everyone starts to yell.

Killing of innocent ppl and children is wrong, when done by Taliban its wrong, and when done by government of Israel, that time its wrong too.

Have courage to speak against oppression and stop being a hypocrite!

Thursday, December 4, 2014

**Christmas Season**

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My best month of the Year!!

There's something magical about Christmas no matter how old you are or what your going through. Follow these gorgeous christmas pictures all year round indoors and outdoor.

Merry Christmas:-)

I want to invite you inside my Christmas Home and give you a little tour and share with you all my Christmas lovelies and the little sentimental things past down that I cherish most.
Step thru the front door. Come inside!!!



Step thru the front door. Come inside!!!





An old brass birdcage that is decorated and placed a candle inside. It looks so beautiful at night when lit.












ENJOY THE FESTIVE SEASON &
GOD BLESS YOU!!!


Thursday, November 13, 2014

History Science People │Giant Human Skeleton Discovered │Special Documen...

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Thursday, October 16, 2014

Story ~ Seven Graceful Swans

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ONCE UPON A TIME
 

 I loved this story and thought of sharing it ~ enjoy




Once, a young woodsman was out hunting for wild ducks when he heard a sudden whirring of wings and looked up to see not ducks but seven graceful swans alight on the bank, cast aside their guises, and begin to bathe and sport in the water. Enthralled by their beauty, the young man snuck forward and stole one of the discarded garments which, to him, looked like a feathered white cape. Once the maidens had finished their bathing, they gathered together again on the water-bank and retrieved their robes, preparing to leave. However, the youngest was distraught for she could not find hers.

"Alas, dear sister, we cannot stay!" lamented the others and flew away without her, eastward into the dawn.

After a time, the hunter approached the poor weeping maiden, holding the feathered robe tied to her fate. She begged piteously for its return, but the man, already too much in love, refused. “Nay, fair maid, for I would have you for my wife,” said he, covering her with his own woolen cloak and leading her to his home in the forest.





 





For seven years they lived together as husband and wife, and the maiden who longed for cool waters and to fly on wings of snowy down had gifted her captor with two children, a boy and a girl. Then, one day, while playing hide-and-seek with her brother, the little girl found hidden a strange, sparkling white garment made of soft feathers. Curious, she brought the treasure to her mother sewing by the hearth who instantly dropped her needlework to wrap herself in the familiar folds. For a moment, a joyous sigh escaped her lips and then she was a swan once more, beating her strong wings on the wind of freedom, and flew out the window never to be seen again.
— Scandinavian folktale.





 




No matter how compliant a swan maiden may appear as a wife, there remains an unspoken anxiety and tension beneath the surface of her marriage. Her husband can never be certain of her affection, for it has been held hostage by her stolen skin. He offers her his cloak, but it is an exchange of unequal goods. Her feathered robe is the sign of her wild nature, of her freedom, and of her power, while his cloak becomes the instrument of her domestication, of her submission in human society. He steals her identity, the very thing that attracted him, and then turns her into his most precious prize, a pale version of the original creature of magic.
 

Can we love the swan maiden? She seems to offer both an image of feminine power and feminine weakness: a girl who submits to the deceptions of a suitor and a woman who rejects the terms of an unfair marriage. She is at once a doting mother and one who will happily abandon her children in favour of her own needs. Her ambiguous tale can be read as the suppression of women’s rights and women’s creative power through enforced domestication, but it can also show such a woman’s resolve to not only survive a questionable marriage but to remain true to her nature. When given the chance, no amount of suppression can keep the swan maiden down. I feel a terrible tenderness for the youngest swan–girl, abandoned by her sisters to her fate on the ground. I want to shelter her from the routine ordinariness of her human marriage, given over to the demands of others. And I want to cheer, relieved and inspired, when she finds her own true self again, and rises to soar.








 



Terri Windling.

Artwork: Blue Belle, by Gale Franey.

(Source: faeryhearts)

Friday, October 10, 2014

No Bake Chocolate slices ~ Iraqi Kit Kat

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Iraqi Kit Kat Slice

Recipe by Maryam


I loved this and tastes yummy and easy to make,  It can be eaten as is or served with ice~cream or custard.  
I will post next time the same recipe without the Marshmallows,

I have been making this dessert for years but I never knew what its called.
I would name it chocolate slice, or refrigerator cake, or choco-biscuit bars.
Amber, an MCW reader, sent me an email requesting I post a recipe for Iraqi Kit Kat.
I was intrigued as I never heard of this, and asked her to describe it to me.
It turned out to be this, and I've got to say, I love the name!
It's a very forgiving recipe really. Chocolate and marshmallows make the binding foundation of this dessert.
For the filling, you can keep it simple with only tea biscuits, or add a single or variety of nuts, and/or add some dried fruit, like raisins, apricots, or glacé cherries.



Ingredients:

200g white marshmallows
1 Tbsp water
7 Tbsp (90g) butter
300g chocolate
125g tea biscuits
1/2 cup pecans
1/2 cup hazelnuts


Method:

Line a loaf pan with plastic wrap.
In a bowl, coarsely break the tea biscuits and add the nuts. Set aside.
In a pot, melt the butter with the tablespoon of water and the marshmallows.
Add 200 grams of broken chocolate to the marshmallow mix and stir until melted.
Add the biscuit and nuts to the chocolate mix and stir to combine the lot.
Topple the mix into the lined loaf tin and press gently to even the surface.
Refrigerate for an hour.
Melt the remaining 100 grams of chocolate and pour over the surface of the "cake" 
to form a thin chocolate layer. Refrigerate for another hour.
To serve, slice the kit kat bar into half centimeter slices.

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Tuesday, October 7, 2014

BBQ ~ IN DSM

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Monster Mishkaki Kebabs at Ali’s Restaurant, Dar Es Salaam ~ Tanzania

Well here I am back again and after a long PAUSE.  Hope to keep up the blog again......
          My best food when I travel to Dsm. 
One of the greatest things to eat in Tanzania is mishkaki.
It’s the Tanzanian version of the skewered shish kebab. Mishkaki is a creation that contains a little African, a little Middle Eastern, and a little Indian influence to it.
Beef and chicken are the most popular, but fish is also occasionally available.
One evening in Dar Es Salaam, we headed to a downtown restaurant known simply as Ali’s.


Grabbing some Tanzanian mishkaki from the drive-through
As a street food lover, one thing you just got to love is how Ali’s uses the street (this is not a private street, this is a public road, although small and quiet), as their own personal drive through. Cars will roll past, stop in front of Ali’s and yell out their order. If a car who is not purchasing food rolls up behind them, they get honked at a few times and more times, and then have to maneuver their way around.

Garlic naan cooking in just a few secondsAlong with mishkaki, Ali’s serves garlic naan.
No roti, no chapatis, no other kinds of bread, just buttery garlic naan – and it’s stunning!
The tandoori oven is just as it is in India, right along the street so it pours out delicious aromas.


Fried fish and chips
Along with mishkaki and garlic naan, Ali’s also offers a few items like fried fish and chips, and red bbq chicken and chips.
The fish wasn’t my favorite, a little on the dry side.

I ordered mishkaki and naan.
*One thing to remember for Tanzanian food, grilled means griddle fried, and barbecue (or bbq) refers to meat cooked on the grill.

The skewer of beef mishkaki was medium sized, and the meat was tender yet still had some gamey African texture to it.
Plate of beef mishkaki

As opposed to nyama choma, that’s just straight up roasted meat with salt, mishkaki is first marinated in lemon juice, tomato sauce, garlic, and a mess of spices like coriander, cumin, turmeric, paprika, and chili powder, before being grilled.
The beef mishkaki was excellent.
Award winning garlic naan
The buttered garlic naan at Ali’s was excellent.
It was fluffy, not overcooked, and stacked with garlic and a touch of fresh coriander.
Chicken mishkaki at Ali’s in Dar Es Salaam, Tanzania
The chicken mishkaki was monstrous.
When the chicken chunks were de-skewered onto a plate, they filled it entirely. There may have been a half a chicken on a single stick!
With a glass of fresh Sugarcane Juice I smacked my lips to finish off the delicious meal:)

Always Dream

I want to curl up here and enjoy my leisure time with a book and cup of hot chocolate /coffee late and relax whilst the Sunshine warms me and the breeze plays through my hair.







My Dreams:)