One of the central theme of the teachings of Church is that Jesus is the son of God and only begotten son. This is how they start ascribing something to Jesus which he himself didn't teach. And many of the madeup doctrines hover around this idea that Jesus is God and also Jesus is the only begotten son of God.
Read it all at mystic saints blog
25.5.06
24.5.06
its pays to blog
baghdad blog to become a flim
The Baghdad Blog, the daily dispatches penned by the Iraqi architect known as Salam Pax, is to be turned into a film.
(c) Guardian Unlimited, UK
The Baghdad Blog, the daily dispatches penned by the Iraqi architect known as Salam Pax, is to be turned into a film.
(c) Guardian Unlimited, UK
23.5.06
web or wall !!!
by ROBERT CLEMENTS
Oh! So very often in times of deep trouble we cry to God to help us through and then stare with disbelief; for instead of sending us a miracle we find something so silly we turn away.
During a battle, a young soldier found himself and his army being soundly defeated by the enemy. He and his comrades hastily retreated from the battlefield in defeat, running away in fear of their very lives. As the enemy gave chase, the young man ran hard and fast, full of fear and desperation. Soon he found himself cut off from his comrades. The soldier eventually came upon a rocky ledge containing a cave. Exhausted from the chase and the knowing the enemy was close behind, he chose to hide there. After he crawled in, he fell to his face in darkness, desperately crying to God to save him and protect him from his enemies. He made a bargain with God. He promised that if God saved him, he would serve Him for the remainder of his days.
When he looked up from his despairing plea for help, he saw a spider beginning to weave its web at the entrance to the cave. As he watched the delicate threads being drawn slowly across the mouth of the cave, the young soldier pondered its irony. He thought, " I asked God for protection and deliverance, and he sent me a spider instead. How can a spider save me?"
His heart was hardened, knowing the enemy would discover his hiding place and kill him. Soon he did hear the sound of his enemies, who were scouring the area looking for those in hiding.
One soldier with a gun slowly walked up to the cave's entrance. As the young man crouched in the darkness, hoping to surprise the enemy in a desperate last-minute attempt to save his own life, he felt his heart pounding wildly out of control. As the enemy cautiously moved forward to enter the cave, he came upon the spider's web, which by now was completely strung across the opening. He backed away and called out to a comrade. "There can't be anyone in here. They would have had to break this spider's web to enter the cave. Let's move on." Years later, this young man wrote about the ordeal. What he observed has stood by many in times of trouble, especially during those times when everything seems impossible:
"Where God is, " he said, "a spider's web is as a stone wall. Where God is not, a stone wall is as a spider's web"
Next time you pray, don't turn away from God's simple solutions…!
(c) Bangladesh Independent
Oh! So very often in times of deep trouble we cry to God to help us through and then stare with disbelief; for instead of sending us a miracle we find something so silly we turn away.
During a battle, a young soldier found himself and his army being soundly defeated by the enemy. He and his comrades hastily retreated from the battlefield in defeat, running away in fear of their very lives. As the enemy gave chase, the young man ran hard and fast, full of fear and desperation. Soon he found himself cut off from his comrades. The soldier eventually came upon a rocky ledge containing a cave. Exhausted from the chase and the knowing the enemy was close behind, he chose to hide there. After he crawled in, he fell to his face in darkness, desperately crying to God to save him and protect him from his enemies. He made a bargain with God. He promised that if God saved him, he would serve Him for the remainder of his days.
When he looked up from his despairing plea for help, he saw a spider beginning to weave its web at the entrance to the cave. As he watched the delicate threads being drawn slowly across the mouth of the cave, the young soldier pondered its irony. He thought, " I asked God for protection and deliverance, and he sent me a spider instead. How can a spider save me?"
His heart was hardened, knowing the enemy would discover his hiding place and kill him. Soon he did hear the sound of his enemies, who were scouring the area looking for those in hiding.
One soldier with a gun slowly walked up to the cave's entrance. As the young man crouched in the darkness, hoping to surprise the enemy in a desperate last-minute attempt to save his own life, he felt his heart pounding wildly out of control. As the enemy cautiously moved forward to enter the cave, he came upon the spider's web, which by now was completely strung across the opening. He backed away and called out to a comrade. "There can't be anyone in here. They would have had to break this spider's web to enter the cave. Let's move on." Years later, this young man wrote about the ordeal. What he observed has stood by many in times of trouble, especially during those times when everything seems impossible:
"Where God is, " he said, "a spider's web is as a stone wall. Where God is not, a stone wall is as a spider's web"
Next time you pray, don't turn away from God's simple solutions…!
(c) Bangladesh Independent
21.5.06
blogging the moments away
everyone knows the story of 'hare and tortoise race'
i had just gone through the hare syndrome.
last week, we got a lot of work done with our report, in fact, all but the concluding chapter had been written. so i thought i deserved some rest while the supervisors review the draft, and thus generously gave away lot many 'precious' hours to internet, mainly somewhereinblog and my new bangla blog
'if you want to get good grades, you better add much more content to your report' commented the sup.
now all i am left to do is curse myself and buy some strong coffee; plenty of it.
i had just gone through the hare syndrome.
last week, we got a lot of work done with our report, in fact, all but the concluding chapter had been written. so i thought i deserved some rest while the supervisors review the draft, and thus generously gave away lot many 'precious' hours to internet, mainly somewhereinblog and my new bangla blog
'if you want to get good grades, you better add much more content to your report' commented the sup.
now all i am left to do is curse myself and buy some strong coffee; plenty of it.
19.5.06
aro ekti kobita
[je hare kobita lekha lekhi hochche... something is seriously wrong]
kobita
happy reading, and comments are welcome!!!
p.s. sorry, only bangla version available.
will translate when i hav time...
kobita
happy reading, and comments are welcome!!!
p.s. sorry, only bangla version available.
will translate when i hav time...
15.5.06
i hate you eyassi
[as stated earlier, deadlines are catching up on me. being the mr. jit (just in time) i am, one can guess my desperateness. and yet]
one fine morning, i was writing my report with full concentration. then, along came eyassi on her msn, and .......................
ended up writing this poem for her and loosing account of two precious hours.
ami boshe achee eka eka
ami boshe achee eka eka
shomoier peyala hate.
janina e ki protickhkha tumar jonno
naki amar jhorpakano onuvutir lagamhinota
tobuo ami boshe achee eka eka
chintito
dukhkhito
nanabid onuvutite jorjorito
hoito ba ek klanto potiker moto
periye asha poter hishabe besto.
otoba ek uddomi toruner moto
agamir pane japiye porte uddoto.
ekdin boshe chilam ami eka eka
................
alone
alone do i sit,
time by my side.
is it in your waiting,
or just my confused carefree feelings?
yet alone do i sit
worried
saddened
afflicted with thoughts
maybe an exhausted wayfarer
contemplating on the path traversed.
or an energetic youth
ready to embrace tomorrow.
alone did i sit once.
15.05.06
one fine morning, i was writing my report with full concentration. then, along came eyassi on her msn, and .......................
ended up writing this poem for her and loosing account of two precious hours.
ami boshe achee eka eka
ami boshe achee eka eka
shomoier peyala hate.
janina e ki protickhkha tumar jonno
naki amar jhorpakano onuvutir lagamhinota
tobuo ami boshe achee eka eka
chintito
dukhkhito
nanabid onuvutite jorjorito
hoito ba ek klanto potiker moto
periye asha poter hishabe besto.
otoba ek uddomi toruner moto
agamir pane japiye porte uddoto.
ekdin boshe chilam ami eka eka
................
alone
alone do i sit,
time by my side.
is it in your waiting,
or just my confused carefree feelings?
yet alone do i sit
worried
saddened
afflicted with thoughts
maybe an exhausted wayfarer
contemplating on the path traversed.
or an energetic youth
ready to embrace tomorrow.
alone did i sit once.
15.05.06
12.5.06
whats up?
its been a while i had updated on me and myself at aalborg.
not that it really matters, but still...
1. the best thing about life in aalborg these days is the weather. i can go out in plain t-shirts and slippers... something unimaginable during those cold, dark winter days, when i had to spend ten minutes dressing up, and another ten dressing off.
2. 'shurjo mama jagar agey utbo ami jegey' (i will wake before the sun rises). thats an option i have long ruled out. with the skies bright at 4 in the morning or 10 in the evening, i'd rather not compete with shurjo mama.
3. i shouldnt even be writing this. our project deadline is in a couple of weeks and we have a 100 page (almost) report to complete; blogging is the last thing i should think of. giving way to my conscience, i am cutting away right here.
p.s. dont worry, if i am out of touch. its the report keeping me busy.
not that it really matters, but still...
1. the best thing about life in aalborg these days is the weather. i can go out in plain t-shirts and slippers... something unimaginable during those cold, dark winter days, when i had to spend ten minutes dressing up, and another ten dressing off.
2. 'shurjo mama jagar agey utbo ami jegey' (i will wake before the sun rises). thats an option i have long ruled out. with the skies bright at 4 in the morning or 10 in the evening, i'd rather not compete with shurjo mama.
3. i shouldnt even be writing this. our project deadline is in a couple of weeks and we have a 100 page (almost) report to complete; blogging is the last thing i should think of. giving way to my conscience, i am cutting away right here.
p.s. dont worry, if i am out of touch. its the report keeping me busy.
10.5.06
an evening of dialogues
last weekend, we had our first big activity of ms@aau, an evening of dialogues. it was aimed at fostering and promoting inter-religious and inter-cultural communication among the mutli cultural and multi religious communities of aau. apart from the great food (as always) and all the gathering of friends, i came home stronger in my belief that it is us muslims who are more to blame than anyone else for our "misfortune" all around the world today.
the imam of local mosque and a well known sheikh were among the speakers, and my comments on their talk are:
1. we muslims spare no opportunity to blame others, whereas we are sitting down behind the closed doors of our homes, and praying earnestly for Allah to help us.
2. we assert very little or no effort at all in communicating with the people, but expect them to come foreward in integration, neglecting the fact we are the minority here, and thus it is us who should come foreward.
3. we are out of touch with whats happening around us, and are busy with issues of past. e.g. the sheikh was talking about the cartoons, whereas in the society this is an old issue, which people are no longer interested in talking about.
4. we even fail to connect to our very own youth, who will be the leaders of society tomorrow. this in turn arises apathy in them towards islam, resulting in them loosing their very own identity. finally, we end up with a lost generation. our sheikhs cant even speak the language of the people, let alone think like them. (p.s. the latter phrase is my observation and may not be true)
5. one of the most common thing is blaming the media. but what is media? isnt it just a vessel to transfer information? ofcourse the media will carry information that its stakeholders want to tell, not that of others? if we cant accept our newsletters/media to promote other values or interest (e.g. western lifestyle) why then do we cry out loud over others' media portraying us the way they are!!! it is true that media has ethical and moral responsibility, but in this world of might is right, expecting people to adhere to it is nuthing but a fool's dream. (and i actually think, the media isnt doing that bad after all. i dont see ourselves much different from what is portrayed)
!!!yet we dare to dream of a better tomorow!!!
the imam of local mosque and a well known sheikh were among the speakers, and my comments on their talk are:
1. we muslims spare no opportunity to blame others, whereas we are sitting down behind the closed doors of our homes, and praying earnestly for Allah to help us.
2. we assert very little or no effort at all in communicating with the people, but expect them to come foreward in integration, neglecting the fact we are the minority here, and thus it is us who should come foreward.
3. we are out of touch with whats happening around us, and are busy with issues of past. e.g. the sheikh was talking about the cartoons, whereas in the society this is an old issue, which people are no longer interested in talking about.
4. we even fail to connect to our very own youth, who will be the leaders of society tomorrow. this in turn arises apathy in them towards islam, resulting in them loosing their very own identity. finally, we end up with a lost generation. our sheikhs cant even speak the language of the people, let alone think like them. (p.s. the latter phrase is my observation and may not be true)
5. one of the most common thing is blaming the media. but what is media? isnt it just a vessel to transfer information? ofcourse the media will carry information that its stakeholders want to tell, not that of others? if we cant accept our newsletters/media to promote other values or interest (e.g. western lifestyle) why then do we cry out loud over others' media portraying us the way they are!!! it is true that media has ethical and moral responsibility, but in this world of might is right, expecting people to adhere to it is nuthing but a fool's dream. (and i actually think, the media isnt doing that bad after all. i dont see ourselves much different from what is portrayed)
!!!yet we dare to dream of a better tomorow!!!
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