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Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Unidentified Assassin Shoots Sheik Al-Qarni with Sheikh Turki in Zamboanga City

Posted 01March 10:03pm

Islamic scholar, DR A'ID AL-QARNI and  SHEIKH TURKI ASSAEGH, a religious Attaché of the Saudi Embassy in Manila,  were shot by an alleged unidentified perpetrator outside of WMSU right after the symposium in Zamboanga City last night March 01. Motive still unknown. Incident needs thorough investigation asap. They were brought to hospital and Sheikh Al-qarniy is now safe alhamdulillaah while Sheikh Assaegh* is operated on. [ SEE poster below]

MEANTIME, we keep calm, supplicate and patiently await an official statement from the Crisis Management-ULAMA COUNCIL OF ZAMBOANGA PENINSULA. IN SHAA ALLAH.

Indeed, DR A'ID AL-QARNI , your lecture is replete of wisdom...we must not be sad. Ya Allah may more from the Rabba'aniyyoon from all continents come to Zamboanga City to bring us glad tidings of Peace...Aameen ♡

Qadarullaahi wa ma shaa afa alaa [01March 10:03pm]

*Alhamdulillaah...both are safe now."



"Assalamu Alaykum!

Due to the unwanted incident that transpired yesterday after the Lecture of Dr. A-IDH ALQARNIY at WMSU, the UCZP held an emergency Meeting last night (March 1) at the Garden Ochid Hotel by  11:00pm-1:05am. In connection to this, the UCZP formed a "Task Force Dr. ALQARNIY" temporarily headed by Sheykh Jamal Munib to look into the investigation of the shooting incident. We will post for any updates regarding this matter. Shukran"~ UCZP

02MARCH 8:50AM


Our Sheykh Dr. A-IDH ALQARNIY hafidzahuLLah and Sheykh Turky Assaegh are now in stable condition. Let us include them in our dua for their fast recovery."~ UCZP

7:23am 02March
"Progress report: Two male suspects were arrested and detained at PS11 and one was killed by the security escorts. These are the personal circumstances of the arrested suspects: Mujer Abubakar y Amilasan , 31 years old, married ,Pedicab Driver and a resident of Kahmis, Sta Barbara, Zamboanga City; & Junaide Cadiry Saleh, 36 years old, married, unemployed, and a resident of Taguiti. Re suspects was killed by the security escorts , based on the initial findings of the investigator on case, no identification cards nor any documents would show the former's identity.Further, all the two victims who are confined at a Hospital are now in stable condition and out of danger . Alhamdulillah..."~ Allan Pisingan Abd Gibreen


"We, the National Ulama Conference of the Philippines, strongly condemn the shooting of our visitors Ulama from Saudi Arabia who gave lecture about Islam as a peaceful religion at the WMSU Gym in Zamboanga City.

We call upon the authorities to
expedite investigation and bring the culprits to the bar of justice, as we caution the public not to speculate but wait for the findings of the police about the incident.

Let us pray for sobriety, and early recovery of the Sheikh and his companion." ~PROF Alih Sakaluran Aiyub  10:02pm 01March

Saturday, November 28, 2015

Victims of Fate, History, Circumstance and False Flag

We are indeed lucky not to wallow in defeat 
as victims of fate, history and circumstance 
add up to it false flag-
but this must not in any way dull our hearts 
to reach out and assert for the rights of our  own brethren 
who have been silent victims 
as they breathe and until they have breathed their last.

When one is saturated with the seemingly bleakness 
of what the past, the present and future hold
- as crimes, mishaps, calamity, hunger,
destitution, oppression, aggression, 
violence, terrorism, thirst, deprivation,
depravation, inflation,
confront you via tri-media 
as well as the multimedia world, 
oh yes! cyberspace and beyond
worst! through personal experience:
"only in the remembrance of Allah can a restless heart truly find rest."

Qadarullaahi wa ma shaa afaa ala

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Human Beings Perversely Gave Pejorative Connotation to the Term Politics

Oh, yes! Human Beings Perversely Gave Pejorative Connotation to the Term Politics

Why would we even say that politics is dirty?!
Isn't that a denial of the fact that it is actually some of us human beings who perversely have given pejorative connotation and denotation to the innocent term "politics"? If only politics can talk, it would lash at you sternly: "But why blame ME, you nincompoops?!"

Amidst the dynamic interplay of dynamics activated by mortals, be like the water so pure that no impurity would stain it; be like a chlorine pellet that purifies putrid water that it becomes safe to drink; be like the pristine lotus flower that thrives amidst polluted surroundings.

It doesn't make sense to join them, neither it is prudent to tolerate the system or just ignore it; one must take a stand and make a difference. What billions may agree to be right does not make it right; what a single person may believe to be right does not make it necessarily wrong and odd.

If those multitude of people who think standing up for what is right and what is just is crazy; then, I'd rather be labeled crazy than be labeled sane and wise but in reality am otherwise.
I care most how shall I be judged by my Lord Creator ALLAH.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

My VOTE for REAL CHANGE to HAPPEN in the Philippines: What is Yours?

My VOTE for REAL CHANGE to HAPPEN: What is Yours?
Rody Duterte and Leni Robredo: My Dream Team for President and Vice President

Temogen Cocoy Tulawie: My #Governor of #SULU
The Hope of JUSTICE to REIGN in Sulu Province in shaa ALLAH!

Mario Yanga and Mechor Rey Sadain: My Dream Team as Mayor and Vice Mayor of Zamboanga City

Princess Jacel Kiram, Ina Ambolodto and Walden Bello for Senators

VOTE! Cocoy Tulawie OUR Governor of SULU

Justice shall rule when the just is in power to strip the powerful of strength in order to make the weak strong!...

Warning against ANY abuse of NON-Muslims in an Islamic society

There is no compulsion in religion…" (Quran 2:256)
Warning against any abuse of non-Muslims in an Islamic society, the Prophet SAW stated:
"Beware! Whoever is cruel and hard on a non-Muslim minority, curtails their rights, burdens them with more than they can bear, or takes anything from them against their free will; I (Prophet Muhammad) will complain against the person on the Day of Judgment." (Abu Dawud)


Age of Renaissance in Sulu c15th c. to 19th c.

The Age of #Sultanate 
of the Tau Sug #Civilization 
during the 15th century 
until the 19th century 
was #Sulu's Age of #Renaissance.
That was THE real #civilization
in this #archipelago 
with #Islam as its cultural foundation 
ma shaa ALLAH heart emoticon

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

The Death of King Durio in Kudzu’s Sweet Embrace

The Death of King Durio in Kudzu’s Sweet Embrace
[Originally conceptualized as, “Durian Smothered in Vines’ Sweet Embrace,” I thought of toning down the title so as not to leave my friends famished out of anticipation. Warning: the author is neither a viticulturist nor is she a horticulturist. Perhaps, just a Muslim satirist with a literary twist of a “halal” romanticist.]

        In the Kingdom of Plantae, there lived a King named Durio who was most hated as well as dearly loved by thirty or they claimed 13 of his durian human kind.
        Plantae was known for its beautiful Dorianne flowers, so irresistibly beautiful that batmen were common tourists who braved its exotic coast and jungle.
        However, King Durio valiantly protected these prized flowers from bats of prey. Flowers shuddered in their pristine petals when the king warned them of nocturnal strangers that were wont to eat their pollen in order to pollinate them. For this gallant sense of chivalry, King Durio was truly loved by the sweet flowers but understandably detested by the sassy batmen.
        Far and wide, King Durio’s people were known. Renowned of exemplar cultivars, the desirable people of Plantae multiplied bringing about it certain prickly types: Clonus, Layeris, Marcotis, and Graftus.
        Such populous diversity became the great migraine straining the thorny crown of King Durio.
        Spiky clonus tribes multiplied either naturally or digitally and of course asexually bringing with it a population of odious bacteria and insects.
        The people of bristly Layeris swelled while still attached to their parents as greenhorns; they begin to root due to external factors but later find filial detachment as an independent Layeri.
        Thorny marcotis sprouted from wounded and amputated combat zones where they recuperated cocooned in eezies and teeiests. Their recovery depended largely on their vigorous ancestry and parentage. Green elixir was used to embalm their wounds and so old folktales were retold. Once rooted they eventually separate from their proud parents.
        But the barbed Graftus folks gave King Durio the most stinging, tingling of a headache! Their ilk grew and spread inosculated like how trunks and branches of two trees grow together. Such intimacy smothered the consciousness of King Durio thereby affecting his vision as much as his respiration. Yet, glued and inseparable as they were, Graftus were common victims of being commodified and traded because of their innate commercial appeal.
        Resplendently dressed in his stoical royal robe spun in seven spectrum of colors, King Durio brandished his sword and scepter. Awed, his subjects in subdued obeisance, yield to the vision of spectre that King Durio projected.
        Restlessness ensued, when geysers and gargoyles abound in the palace yet his ogling subjects suffered from thirst; when various incandescence and LED type lights flooded the palace yet his blinded subjects suffered from dwindling fireflies’ lights not that they needed ambient and accent lights- task lighting would have sufficed.
        Dithery yet agitated, King Durio’s subjects were hyperventilating and were enduring photosynthetic stress. It was so extreme that the stressful atmosphere exuded redolence far from ambrosial because it reeked with obnoxious stench! Dagger looks were pointed at the malodorous point of origin- King Durio.
        Eight decades was too much of an Age of Nadir even after a bout of more than four centuries Age of Renaissance. Dark Age in the Kingdom of Plantae reeked with the volatile compounds of esters, ketones, and other strangely sulfuric compounds. Who was or were responsible for these volatile compounds remained a secret like the proverbial elephant in the room.
        At this juncture of glory turned into grey, appear into the scene some endangered animals and an exquisite morning glory. The more the kingdom and King Durio reeked in corrosive redolence, endangered animals were lured into its territory-greedy and hungry ones such as squirrels, mouse deer, hogs, orangutan, elephants and even carnivorous tigers. They watched like vultures, (these death stalkers are protesting much at me), hungrily but patiently waiting for the kill. Others ingeniously managed to blend into the crowd in functional camouflage while others forged alliances with King Durio as his dummy council watched tolerantly.
        The wise elephant named Dumbo, oh yes sure he could fly, pacified the pack of tigers and his own clan: “Let us watch. Patience. Entertain them with a game with them as our ‘game’.”
        Nonetheless, these grisly animals devoured the young swallowing them in whole albeit swathed in thorny armour but they disposed their bones like seeds under the foot of their parents. Others swallowed bones like seeds along with the flesh but transported them distantly then excreted them anyway in an attitudinal macabre dispersal.
        What transpired was so horrid that the people of King Durio who used to be as immobile as rooted plants suddenly came alive responding to the divine touch of congealed drops of sunbeams drenched in moonbeams yet amazingly remaining dry. Yes, his durian human kind responds to touch just like plants who we human beings assumed to be incapable of being moved and touched by the hand.
        From the soil of Plantae, in every crack, nook, crevice and cranny, crept and crawled Kudzu like clingy tendrils of undulating vine. Unstoppable and unnoticed, Kudzu crept and crawled covering the breadth and expanse of Kingdom Plantae; until Kudzu slithered into the palace of King Durio, rendering his sentries useless, ruining his throne and buckling his power lines. Except for the green brilliance of Kudzu, the whole palace was plunged in total darkness.

        Armored in sheer stoicism, King Durio called out ever so smugly: “Who dares enter my dominion unannounced?”
        But Kudzu replied calmly: “King Durio, it is not relevant to question my viticulture.”
        Her voice was like light in brilliance and King Durio was blinded by her sight. Her nonviolent extremities crawled all around King Durio, enveloping him in an embrace of harmless green tendrils from the tip of his royal shoes to his royal limbs and torso, up to his neck as her spindly tingly vinelike fingers slowly and agonizingly covered his entire face and head.
        King Durio’s eyes almost popped out as he stared in recognition at her luminous countenance.
        “It is you Kudzu! I know too well your obsequious crawl,” King Durio managed to squeak in a smothered voice totally devoid of the almond-aphrodisiac pungent fragrance of his species.
        “No, King Durio. I may allow strangers like you to call me the abominable noxious Kudzu as they perceived me to be. But before I neutralize you, let me tell you a secret,” slowly and painfully she hugged his face snugly and whispered, “King Durio, you may be a stinky celebrated and persecuted durian but my name is Morning Glory, I am not and can never be a Kudzu!”
And so my concocted fairytale ends agonizingly without need of King Durio's right index finger for DNA.
Kudzu- a harmful or lethal clingy vine.

Morning glory flowers -  "attract both hummingbirds and butterflies to your gardens; may die in the winter, but readily re-seed themselves each year; and will rapidly cover your fence the next spring."

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Who Art Thou Rage?

Who Art Thou Rage?
by Warina Sushil A. Jukuy
•31 January 2015•

Life is sacred
Allah puts human dignity
In a higher moral order
At all times
Be it during peace or war.

Be you rich or poor
Citizen or statesman
Subject or king
Tycoon or pauper
Your life is valuable.

Everyone has the right
To mourn and grieve
Their dead and their living too.

Alas! Nihilism knows no God
Thus it desecrates life
Though be it sacred

Life is not pulp fiction
Where everything is pseudo real
Or so I thought

Yet some of us play God
Shamelessly deluded
And snuff out lives at will
Demise reduced to mere wasted
Uniformed are heroes
Civilians are collateral damage

We cry for peace
Only when pissed
We cry for truth
For not what it really is
We cry for justice
But blood can't quench
The thirst.

We accuse each other
Of intolerance
Of barbarism
Of bigotry
Of extremism
Of terrorism.

But are we not
Judging the other
As violent extremists
As terrorists

You and I have lost 44
Thank you
We included our 2
Yet with 44 fallen heroes
You wish to annihilate
Our whole race rashly
Lashing out invectives
Stereotyping us all
As lawless elements
Like lowly high value targets

We choose to forget
Move on; but your lamentations
Drive us to recount
Our undocumented dead
Slain by encroachment
By your trivial disdain
Besieged by morbidity
It suddenly dawn upon me

Now I know who are the
Real violent extremists
It's YOU named fury