Sunday, November 9, 2008

An Inner Peace

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
An Inner Peace
by Muhammad Nazir Husayn Khaki

So now, certainly, Allah did not break the neck of any unruly tyrant in this world except after allowing him time and opportunity and did not join the broken bone of any people (ummah) until He did not inflict calamity and distress upon them. Even less than what sufferings and misfortunes have yet to fall upon you or have already befallen you are enough for giving lessons. Every man with a heart is not intelligent, every ear does not listen and every eye does not see.

I wonder, and there is no reason why I should not wonder, about the faults of these groups who have introduced alterations in their religious pleas, who do not move on the footsteps of their Prophet nor follow the actions of the vicegerent. They do not believe in the unknown and do not avoid the evil. They act on the doubts and tread in (the way of) their passions. For them good is whatever they consider good and evil is whatever they consider evil. Their reliance for resolving distresses is on themselves. Their confidence in regard to dubious matters is on their own opinions as if every one of them is the leader (Imam) of himself. Whatever he has decided himself he considers it to have been taken through reliable sources and strong factors. - Imam 'Ali (a.s.)


Certainly, America staged the most dramatic, historic, and costliest moment in its history on November 4th 2008.

Kenya did not miss a beat in order to celebrate this prized moment. In fact, it seems to be the only such time a sovereign country declares a holiday over affairs that preside in a foreign nation. Surprising? Maybe not. The essence of Obama's presence in the White House needs to be a deciding factor in the way Kenyans, and the rest of the world, should conduct their lives. The last election in Kenya tore the nation apart with violence and over 500 deaths. Despite that, tribes and communities now seem united when one of 'their own' became the 44th US President. Amazingly, his tribal roots was not a factor in their joy, but the fact that he was a Kenyan and an elected president of a country that is considered a superpower (perhaps the only one), a country that expresses (and expresses only) democracy and freedom, a country that sets the stage for a global recession or progression, and above all, a country where power does not mix with religion.

Yet, with the massive celebrations that spun across the world, it comes as a stark reminder and a bleak understanding that underneath the most powerful nation in the Western Hemisphere, chosen leaders can make a dramatic difference. The world heaved a sigh of relief that the Bushs era is gone. Had McCain won, would this sigh be as audible? Perhaps not, and this is simply because their affiliation comes from similar roots (Republicans). In fact, Bush was going to go no matter what, but it was the remarkable anticipated transition from a character such as Bush to a character such as Obama that created an urgent sense of relief.

In essence, when one thinks about it, is it the person or the persona that changes what man perceives? If John Kerry, a democrat, succeeded, would the world be as jubilant? Again, maybe not. Even Hillary Clinton did not do it for the nation during her progress. It begs to define reason that ultimately in this case it was not only the physical presence of a person that initiated the change that America has been seeking, especially in the last few years.

Obama pushed through with his motto of 'change', but whether they knew it or not – in blind ignorance or inner certainty – Americans were truly tired of the path they had taken. Change they needed, but what kind? Previous leaders such as the Bush family, Clinton, Reagan, and many presidents in the past sought to bring about this 'change', but could not deliver as America was simply immersed in materialism and temporary pleasures. Americans sought perfection in wrong avenues such as economical progress, educational advancements, personal gains, and financial strengths, leaving behind the deciding factor in human perfection: moral and ethical values. It is such kind of perfection that is always needed, and one that is unknowingly being sought thus the temporary satisfaction in other types. They need moral upliftment as well as ethical promises that are correctly executed. They also need something more that cannot be explained. Throughout the campaign, Obama seared through iron hearts and blank souls eventually tapping in to the lost essence of mankind. Obama does seem to have given the public all they seem to have lacked, but going a step further, this lack of a specific guidance is not really a physical or material need, as previously explained.

Just as science cannot explain how a man can capture a vast ocean in the small mind of a human being, a mind that grasps this vastness both in size, color and texture, and which cannot be understood until today, neither can man understand the existence of a spiritual essence engrained in the soul of every human being, which just as the mind similarly exists but is inexplicable. Over the last few years, millions of souls on American soil and across the seas experienced a painful decade of lack of character and instability of Bushes' inner peace and values. Add to that Clintons lack of morality and decency that softly reflected the true concept of the Western moral system, they finally looked towards Obama – no, they looked towards a man that held himself well with valued promises – someone who could bring 'something' back. Not their money, not their friends, not their foes. Admittedly, these can be deciding factors to an extent. The threatening power of Bush against the Iranian nation, the assertance of 'black democracy', as I call it, on other feeble nations, the plundering mess in both wars, the responsibility of the bloodshed on American hands in Afghanistan and Iraq, the destruction of families across lands, the encouragement of the unjust Zionist regime, the biased mass media against the peaceful core of Islam, the twisted words of politicians, the greed of money and power in the 80's, all this and much more engulfed the hearts of Americans to a degree never imagined.

It was time man needed an inner change, an inner security, and this was proved from the same country that vehemently opposes religion to mix with politics. It is precisely the message of Islam, where the character, moral and ethical values reign supreme above all. And whether Obama, despite his nationality and namely origin, executes it or not only time will tell, but until then, it remains an underlying necessity to have leaders that possess the economical prowess combined with a spiritual upliftment in order to advance towards security, and above all, some sort of peace. It is what the American people wanted. It is what the world needs. On the surface and for the anticipated four years, it is what is expected. It is why Colin Powell, a Republican, backed Obama, a Democratic for "his ability to inspire, because of the inclusive nature of his campaign, because he is reaching out all across America, because of who he is and his rhetorical abilities," in addition to his "style and substance."

No matter what leader the countries of the world choose, it is the return of the Promised Saviour both in Christianity and Islam that will eventually seal the real lack of certainty, and peace, plaguing the world today. The Saviour who will bring back lost causes and true hopes, and bring to perfection what man has made imperfect; an inner peace. Jesus and al-Mahdi (peace be upon them both).

Thursday, September 25, 2008

The Coastal Town

It has been over a month since I arrived at my town of birth, now considered a city in many aspects; the beautiful, sun drenched, blue-skied, coconut filled, Island of Mombasa, where winter knows no bounds and 'snow' is a folklore in the tales of the fairies and goblins.

Mombasa hasn't changed too much, contrary to what I had heard prior to returning after more than a decade. The only difference that made its mark were the numerous tuk-tuks that crawl the streets like disturbed ants, while a few new apartment high-rise buildings scattered along the shoreline complement the advancement of time. Other than that, it remains the city that it once was with the charm of the old alleys and side streets, and which somehow manage to look even smaller than what I can recall.

As the 'winter' slowly ended its grip, and I've been told it was signifcantly cooler than previous years, the blessed month of Ramadhan began with the crescent of the moon making as bold a statement as ever. Mombasa is primarily a Muslim dominated city, and so ushering in this glorious month felt markedly different as opposed to when I was living in the West. Structured tables lay arranged over Digo Road, ready to sell dates, deep fried delicacies, and the likes that is often consumed during this blessed month. Once the ninth month of the Islamic calendar crossed the 15th night, stores along certain areas both on the main roads and on the numerous side streets, began opening late into the night, each enticing frenzied shoppers to purchase goods from them, as they swarmed the tarmac roads and cement pavements while the days climaxed towards Eid.

Indeed, Mombasa remains with its old ways, while at the same time, the influx of the modern world slowly creeps in. Residents accept the new without parting from the old - a fantastic approach to combining both worlds. I doubt this coastal town will begin shedding its charm anytime soon. And thats a good thing - for in it lies the attachement so many who have grown up here adore, and miss, as their lives grind away amidst Western societies.

Monday, July 21, 2008

طيران الامارات ودبي - From dhows to the monorail

It seemed as if someone had applied the blur feature in Photoshop as we descended towards Dubai International Airport. The sea and sky merged beautifully as the haze seamlessly married the two harmoniously. The closer we got to the coastline, it reminded me of the time I left New York . Back then, it was sunset as the Manhattan silhouette shrunk while we rose above the Atlantic. This time, it was sunrise during our descent over the Persian Gulf, and despite the resemblance of their Western ally in more than one way, one thing amongst many that diffrentiates Dubai is the Burj al Arab, which stood with a hint of pride. It also stood menacingly amidst the other towering blocks of concrete and glass. Perhaps even gleeful.

It was precisely why I chose to sit on the right side of the aircraft - a landing with a sight that never fails. And with that, we touched down. With an average of 714 aircraft movements a day, Dubai Airport has grown tremendously from what it was 20 years ago. I shudder to think my memory is able to go back almost a quarter of a century. Knowing what Dubai was back then, you can easily see why you would miss the charm - wooden dhows strewn along the banks of old markets boasting with spices and silk materials, gold ornaments and metal coffee pots. They may still be there but your focus now shifts from the charm of a previous century to the awe of the future.

As for the flight itself, once again, we weren't let down this time either. Although the flight was full, it was another experience for the books, and another journey that was as pleasant as all the previous ones.

Dubai though, is a different story - it seems to change every time you visit. What seperates this city from many others, is the abundance of desert land that can be altered to the specifications to both magnify and beautify the emerging metropolis. As if thats not enough, the western coastline is taunted with raised sea beds to accomodate what the imagination of man can only dream of. In Dubai, dreams can come true. Unlike New York however, the tall buildings are adorned with beautiful landscapes on all sides, while a thread of the new monorail network unravels its welcoming sight for the traffic commuters stuck in their cars. The southern areas of Dubai have really emerged from the desert sands, with one area now being called the 'New Dubai'. Highways and major arteries are as quick to rise as a cake batter in an oven - after all, Dubai is just as hot as an oven itself.

Speaking of hot, as the day intensified in volume, it also gave in to the mercury as it climbed a little above 45C (113F), while the RealFeel dangerously flirted with the 50C (120F) mark. For this city, intense is the right word in almost all aspects - not only for the temperature, but the structures, the beauty, the airport, the airline. All of them seem to crank up the heat just as the new roads sit baking under the hot desert sun. Desert? I'm just not sure anymore.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Emirates Maiden A380 Flight

I believe I had mentioned I would want to experience the very first Emirates A380 Airbus flight on their brand new double decker. Unfortunately, that doesn't come into play as my travel plans have constantly been unexpected over the past year. That said, the maiden EK flight will be out of New York on August 1st, followed by their next one on August 6th 2008. Without hesitation, I know it will be an amazing experience for Emirates fans worldwide, for those who will book their seats from now on.

If you happen to be one of them and intending to fly out of the US to Dubai on EK - don't miss it. Usually, the first flight on a new aircraft/fleet for many carriers always has surprises in store.

Let me know, will you?

Sunday, May 25, 2008

The Virgin Experience

I cannot recall when I last flew Virgin Atlantic, if at all. My most recent trip with them however, was fantastic, to say the least.

I was a tad bit weary as searching for reviews online did not give a positive image about the airline. The more I searched, the more disappointed I became. However, I still gave the airline the benefit of my doubt since much of the bickering from other passengers (no offense) seemed to be focused on one main issue expounded to create an entire episode of dramatic contexts. Considering that I have travelled extensively over the years, it would not befit my judgement to drown out the possibility of flying with Virgin, especially since verbal assurances from previous travellers proved better than the written ones.

And so I flew with VS on May 24th between JFK and LHR, a massive Boeing 747-400.

The boarding was a hassle free and pleasant experience - considering the ground staff were extremely helpful and courteous. As we settled into the aircraft ready for departure, the cabin crew were even more pleasant and friendly, ensuring all passengers were taken care of in every way possible. Shortly after 1940 hrs, we took off for the 6 hour journey across the Atlantic. I watched out the window as the beautiful sunset threw out majestic colors of red, orange and yellow, all as a backdrop behind the silhouetted buildings of the Manhattan skyline. In its most dramatic and metaphorical analogy, the sun also set on a part of my life that is now over.

Service
A few minutes after take off, a choice of soft drinks or fresh juice and a small snack was served - which is pretty much expected on every airline (even Royal Jordanian). Dinner followed and I must say that the food was quite good. Grilled chicken, vegetable fried rice with steamed broccoli and green beans was the main course, with a side of salad and fresh fruits. Not bad at all.

Inflight Entertainment
The inflight system was much better than most airlines, except Emirates of course.

Here is the best part of it all: The interactive map display (which admittedly is not provided by even Emirates), was quite interesting to say the least, but considering that at any given moment you could select from the drop down menu, the qiblah (direction) of Makkah (Mecca) was astounding on a Western Carrier no less. Usually I would rely on the standard flight maps and figure out the direction of Makkah based on the flight path, but hats off to Virgin for incorporating this on their screen menu none the less!

The system had the most recent movies. Some passengers either started selecting their choice of entertainment, or stretched out on some seats for a short nap (the flight was not full) for the remainder of the flight. I had the three seats to myself, which turned out to be even more pleasant. The only disappointing aspect (ah, yes; here we go) on this flight was the breakfast.

Prior to arrival, they offered either coffee, tea, or fresh juice, and a muffin. They were not even served on trays, mind you! Again, if I did compare this to say, British Airways or Emirates, Virgin certainly fell short on it. Despite this short fall, I would recommend Virgin to anyone choosing to fly internationally.

Next
My next trip: Emirates Airlines. Considering my spontaneous lifestyle (my unce who picked me up was even confused what city I was coming from!), it could be another airline before the anticipated trip in July. I hope the summer goes well for everyone - I know mine should be great in London.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

12 cents a day!

The most talked about commodity consistent with the rate of hike seems to be gas. Or petrol - depending on where you are.

Yesterday (5/13) I was driving down Boulevard Taschareau in Longueuil, Montreal. This road, a busy one at that, has several gas stations strewn along its path. Surprisingly, Ultramar gas stations showed a dramatic difference in prices compared to Shell or even PetroCanada. For 1.28 a litre, as opposed to 1.39 at the latter ones, it was a drastic difference in price, and so cars lined up at a particular Ultramar that had just dropped by a penny to 1.27.

Today, 5/14, was a different story. While the Shells and PetroCanadas remained at 1.39, I was shocked to see that the Ultramars had followed suit bumping their prices in one day from a eye catching 1.27 to a ridiculous price of 1.39! That's 12 cents in less than 24 hours!

I remain concerned at the trend over the past year, with prices almost a dollar higher than what it was last year (as reported in Hicksville, Long Island). No wonder it has become extremely excruciating to drive! And those stops at the local grocery? Not anymore! Just one trip a week would be ideal, but that is only if you don't forget the eggs that you so badly need.


Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Virgin Atlantic

My anticipated trip to the United Kingdom (yes, again) in just a few days will be on Virgin Atlantic. The last Atlantic crossing wasn't very pleasant, so I chose an airline known for quality.

I'd rather be on one that would help my Emirates Skywards mileage accrual, however, my FFP status on Singapore is rather low; and so it fits in perfectly as Virgin shares mileage accrual with the former.

This trip highlights a significant milestone in my life; for I would be leaving the America's for a considerably long period of time. A tremendous amount of experience has followed the years I spent in the U.S., but more importantly, the arrogance and reality check of the political atmosphere over the past few years has played a role in the decision. Don't get me wrong - there are benefits living a life in the West (the blessing of winter isn't one of them), but the sheer pride and lack of knowledge of certainty is a mind spinning occurrence in itself.

The travels will undoubtedly come to an end in September as I settle down towards educating myself further, and so with that, while the summer will highlight the experiences of both land and air travel, it will include various topics that would set the tone for what the future holds.

It's no longer 'just for keeps'.

Stay tuned. :)


Thursday, March 6, 2008

The Little Daughter

A 30 minute average drive to the city center brings us to one of the most heart breaking shrines in the world - the place where the young daughter of Imam al-Husayn(as) lies as she died in the grips of the most horrible oppression in human history.

The haram is located amongst the narrow streets of Damascus. As you enter the main gates, you come to a small courtyard welcoming the pilgrims prior to the main entrance. A few steps later, and you walk into a beautiful shrine decorated with a stunning gold color, surrounded with iron bars that secure the small grave.

It doesn't take much for your mind to jump about 1380 years back, when you hear of the atrocities committed to the blessed family of the Prophet (s). Here, in front of me, lay the grave of this little girl, who with her own strength and dignity, spread the message of Kerbala through the terrible conditions they faced in the cold dungeons of the illiterate regime at that time. I could only look through the iron pocjets at the holy grave and wonder what the beloved Lady of Mourners, Lady Zainab (as), and her brother, 'Ali ibne Husayn (as) felt as she left this world while resting her head on the grandson of the Prophet, her father, the Lord of Martyrs, Husayn ibne 'Ali (as).

Our salaams to Lady Rukayyah (as), for the message she gave remains alive with a passion in the hearts of those who truly grieve and strive to follow their lives the way it was meant to be.


Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Splendor of the Ahlul Bayt (a.s.)


Friday 22nd January 2008 As our bus rolled into the city center, the first sight of the Haram of Bibi Zainab (as) was as majestic and glorified as her endeavor and strength we hear of in history. You could feel the strength of a powerful woman emanate through the walls of her beautified haram in all the dignity that was snatched from the Ahlul Bayt back in 61 AH. Perhaps even more. But at first glance, we could only watch as it was closed for the night – and so we continued to our apartments. Our bus stopped one street across from the apartment building. They needed some work to accommodate the very basic lifestyle we are used to, however, considering the place, reason, and the poverty that was evident all around us, I would think it did not matter much, though hygiene was primarily an important issue. Many of us did not sleep that night.

At about 4 am, I decided to walk to the main gate of the haram, finding it populated with many zawar’s anxiously awaiting the gates to be opened. Finally, at 430 hrs, the bolts opened as blessings were recited on the Family of the Prophet (s). As the main gate opened, the entrance began flooding as everyone rushed to the main building in the center. Next, the main door to the shrine opened, and the first sight of Lady Zainab’s (as) mausoleum was magnificent. Until today, the image of the doors opening as it revealed the glorious shrine remains etched in memory, and one that is drawn again and again whenever salutations are sent to her.

'Un' Royal Jordanian

Thursday 21st February

The check-in at Montreal seemed to have gone without a hitch. For most, it was our first time flying Royal Jordanian, and we were expecting some sort of decent service. Of course, nothing like Emirates. After the security check point is when we learnt that the flight was delayed for approximately ½ hour, which wasn’t too bad since we had enough time for our connection to Damascus from Amman.

Friday 22nd February – Only they can do it!

Shortly after midnight, our flight took off and we settled in for what was quite the unexpected trip. Here’s why (from the start):

1. The RJ website stated flight 270 did not exist for the 21st. That was strange considering our itinerary and tickets had both the date and flight number. Nor did the route (YUL-AMM) appear! The ADM website however stated the flight was scheduled to depart 15 minutes earlier.

2. Our flight was scheduled to land at 515 pm. It may have been the wind direction or the surprising push of the old engines on either side underneath the wings that made it arrive almost an hour earlier. What was scheduled to be an 11 hour flight ended up as a 9 ½ hour journey which actually turned out to be a quite a surprise.

3. There was much left to be desired in the overall service. The cabin crew started off with being quite unpleasant and loud. One of them went so far as to almost yell at a couple of passengers from our group. As the night wore on, they seemed to have adjusted to their passengers and became friendlier, to a degree. The long flight did not have individual screens and so it felt like we were enclosed in some sort of time capsule, the only hint of the modern day era was evident with the cameras, phones, and digital gadgets that provide a hint of security of it being 2008. For an 11 hour flight, RJ would need to ensure that they are up to par with their competitors; or rather, respected peers.

4. The meal was bland, but considering the flight originated from Montreal, Canadian meals for airline flights are pathetic. There is no sense of taste balance, the food is very dry, and most of all, reminded us of the good old days where airline meals had lower standards than cafeterias.

5. Our arrival into Amman was smooth, though Queen Alia airport needs to upgrade their cosmetic approach to reflect not only the next century, but define the noun ‘Queen’ to its befitting status. We now had 4 hours, and were thankful Popeyes was available to satiate our appetite.

6. Our next flight to Damascus was scheduled to depart, according to the itinerary, at 2045 hours on RJ 437, via Aleppo. The flight was revised to an earlier departure of, you guessed it, 15 minutes. The flight number changed to RJ 435. All the monitors stated RJ 435 to Damascus via Aleppo. So that meant another landing and takeoff as fatigue built in all of us. After the modern fleet took off (and yes, there were individual TV screens, a brighter cabin with newer seats on this aircraft), we had a surprise of our lives: they revised the route and decided to land at Damascus first. It was another pleasant, erratic, yet totally unexpected surprise.

I'll post more on our return flight - but hopefully, it was the last on Royal Jordanian ever - the conclusion of RJ? Only they can do it while still smiling! At least I get my BA miles for the journey.

Never again.


Saturday, February 9, 2008

Ahlan Damascus!

In less than 2 weeks, I begin another journey to one of the world's most ancient cities: Damascus.

It will be my first time visiting the country - and the first time flying on Royal Jordanian. Naturally, both these require exclusive details. Making my decision to fly Rj wasn't too hard - they are partners with BA so I expect some sort of decent service, but at the same time, I am able to accumulate miles on my BA programme. :)

All in due time, I will post my thoughts and experiences - so keep reading!


Friday, February 8, 2008

Bonjour, Montreal!

My trip to Montreal for the 12 days of Muharram was nothing short of an exception and an exclusive voyage.

Although the trip itself began on a negative note, since my non-stop flight on Air Canada was cancelled, and that a 1 hour flight was extended to over 4 hours via Ottawa, the stay in itself was beautiful. Like I said, I'm not too fond of AC, but I must admit, their Embraer jet and service on the return flight was a step above what I expected. Inflight entertainment on a 1 hour flight? Impressive.

Montreal is a beautiful city, and in some ways, looks like a down-sized metropolis reflecting Manhattan - but about 90% smaller. The landscape around the city itself is unique and beautiful, and what's not to like? It's a French city in the western hemisphere; every road sign, street name, business name, neon lights, are all in French - and I found this intriduing since I have always wished to travel to France. The mere experience of foreign culture is always top on my list - watching how people live in various different parts of the world is exciting in itself.

The 2 weeks were met with a pleasant community, vibrant youth, and hospitable families. I cannot forget the courtesy that was portrayed by the hosts on various occassions.

Many of the halal restaurants featured middle eastern cuisine, leaving the broader spectrum of an international culinary selection very rare, almost next to none.

The weather, while cooperative during my stay, was bitterly cold. Temperatures averaged -10 to about -20 (C), at times even more, which left you feeling as if the cold entered your skin enveloping your bones with an uninviting grip. What helps is a nice hot cup of tea, perhaps one every 2 hours - leaving a slight warmth that hibernates the moment you step back out again. No wonder they have a Tim Hortons almost every three blocks!

Overall, it was a much appreciated trip, leaving another global experience in my string of journeys over the past 4 months.

And it's not over.


Back to the US, for a day

My return flight on British Airways was nothing but pleasant. The 777 with its comfortable interior was almost empty, which added to the experience in itself, although a change in my flight meant I did not get a 'Muslim meal'. Nonetheless, the asian-vegetarian alternative was quite impressive considering they almost ran out of food that I could consume.

Cabin crew? Very professional, exceptional, and went out of their way to make sure everyone had a pleasant journey.

My arrival in New York was for less than 2 days before my next flight on Air Canada to Montreal - a city I was visiting for the first time. Like I mentioned in my previous posts, I wasn't too thrilled with the selection of the carrier... you'll know why soon...