The lost generation- South African Muslim Youth

Visited Sandton city last night after many years. It was fantastic to see a few refreshing changes in the decor at various stores and I was really impressed with the stunning Geldhof Chocolate Easter presentation but whilst sitting in the Nelson Mandela square munching on popcorn, I couldn't help but notice the Muslim youth of today. It is becoming increasingly difficult to differentiate a Muslim girl from a western woman or a Muslim boy from a western boy. Mini skirts, sleeveless tops, loose hair and figure hugging clothes seems to be the in thing in 'Muslim fashion', not to forget older Muslim women trying to compete with their daughters and grand daughters wearing leggings accompanied with tight short tops and what about Muslim boys sporting weird haircuts.Whilst standing in the queue in a well known retail outlet, a group of women from India were staring at me and naturally I smiled. They then started talking about mom and I in Hindi and they were under the impression that we were Emirati..I then asked them ' where are you from' in Hindi and obviously they were surprised and visibly happy that I could converse with them in their mother tongue...The women then said," we knew you were Muslim from your head scarf. We thought you were Arab. We are so sorry that we spoke about you in our language. We thought you wouldn't understand and the reason we stared at you is because through your attire you stand out in a crowd,".. Alhamdulilla it has been almost five years now that I am adorning the headscarf and I hope that I will never ever throw it away. My headscarf is my identity and I always believe that the way you dress and carry yourself in public says a lot about your character and personality.Our Muslim youth of today are losing their culture and identity. How many of today's youth know their mother tongue whether it is Gujurati, urdu or any other language. Being like Kylie Minogue or Justin Bieber seems to be hip and happening.What happened to the idea of being proud of your roots and your heritage. Please do not get me wrong. By adorning an abaya or a head scarf does not make a person pious or religiously inclined. However, the point I wish to drive home is  this: Is it so difficult for a Muslim woman to leave her home dressed decently. A dress or a jeans with a long top is a perfectly acceptable dress code.In my opinion a Muslim girl in a mini skirt parading herself in public lacks character and intellect. I wonder how do parents allow their daughters to leave the home in miniskirts and sleeveless tops in the first place.Call me old fashion but despite being a part of the new generation I am still very much a part of the old school of thought..

 

 

 

 A giant easter egg with a whopping price of R2800 at the Geldhof Chocolate presentation in Sandton city....

Owner ordered to repaint house that resembled Ka’aba

  

Abdulhadi Al-Suwaya
Okaz/Saudi Gazette

MADINAH — The owner of a house in Madinah that was designed to resemble the Holy Ka’aba has been ordered to repaint the building.

The house owner designed and painted his house in Al-Mestarah neighborhood of Madinah to resemble the holy structure and was criticized by local residents.

Okaz/Saudi Gazette witnessed the repainting of the house.

However, the house door is still painted in gold, resembling the Kaaba’s door. The owner refused to talk to Okaz/Saudi Gazette.

The head of the Prince Naif Chair at the Islamic University of Madinah Ghazi Al-Metairi said common sense should govern a Muslim’s actions.

Designing houses to resemble the Ka’aba is a degrading act, he said, adding that the design of the house was considered a deviation in thinking and vision.

Spokesman for Madinah governorate Mohammad Saleh said in a statement that the governorate became aware of media reports on the controversial house and coordinated with the municipality to investigate the matter.

The general supervisor of municipality branches was contacted and the owner of the house was called and told to change the house’s color.

He was also asked to change any exterior features that may resemble the Ka’aba.

Concerned authorities are keeping an eye on the house until they are satisfied it does not resemble the holy building.

ICC Cricket Tournament in Fort Lauderdale, Florida

International Cricket Match Referee Devdas Govindjee, who is the official travel correspondent for this blog, is currently in the USA for the ICC Americas Division 1 Tournament in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Dev sent me the email below and I would love to share it with all my readers.

Greetings from Fort Lauderdale where the body clock has still not totally adjusted and proof of that is that it is now only 4.15 a.m on this Monday morning whilst back home in SA your weekis already well on it's way.

It seems like I have been here ages already- merely because in the 1 day that I had free ( Sat) I managed to have such a full day thanks to my special friend Mukie who drove down from his West Palm Beach home which is about an hour away and then proceeded to show me some wonderful sights in and around the Florida south regions- these are all already on fb and reflect the kindness shown to be- it makes one humbled and also brings a realisation of what the term true friendship really is.

Anyway, after the enjoyment of Sat it was down to work on Sunday with a breakfast meeting at 7 a.m and then a visit to the venues to do ground and facility inspection- thereafter meetings at 4.30 and 6.30 with the umpires, scorers and then the team managements respectively- the 5 teams participating all checked in during the course of the morning.

The meetings went well as did the stadium inspections and now today the tournament gets under way with a full programme of matches at both venues.

There will be a morning session which starts at 10 and then the pm matches get under way at 3.

This pattern of matches will continue all week until sunday and Monday next week has been set aside for any incompleted matches or additional matches that might be fixtured if need be.

I am really excited about getting the tournament officially started today because that is when I can start looking at all the various aspects which constitutes my being the tournament referee- the local offices for the Americas have extended my usual ICC brief by wanting my assistance and input into the structuring of their umpiring systems so it will mean taking notes and making recommendations as the tournament progressed.

It is still at times a "pinch yourself" moment when one pauses to realise that here I am heading a tournament for the ICC thousands of kilometres and across oceans from Port Elizabeth- those moments can become emotional ones but that would in my case again lead me down the path of memory lane and then i reflect on all those people who have over the years played a part ( does not matter how big or small that part was) in adding the necessary layers to mould a product that is now able to enjoy so many special moments- these people would range from my parents who brought me into a home where Sport was always played or a topic of conversation through to my schooldays and university years where sport formed the centre of my focus ( studies took a back seat most times!) .

Thereafter as club and provincial and national tournaments were played by me ( and this extends beyond cricket to tennis and table tennis and soccer) my mind flits through the countless team mates who I learnt from, captains who left indelible impressions on me, opponents who fought hard but never unfairly and always with mutual respect.

Then there would be family who needed to understand my nature and love for sport to accept hours away in training or at tournaments ( so whats changed?) knowing that there are always sacrifices to be made and at times casualties along the way and that the unstinting support is valued - 

and finally - friends who stood by you and gave support and then shared in either triumphs or disappointments - so there is a category for the reader of this to place himself or herself into and all I want to say is

thanks

"look on all with an equal eye"

always

dev

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Those were the good old days

This saturday that passed by my family and I attended my niece Juwairiyya's very first sports event hosted by her play school Kiddies campus.  The kids were excited the whole week about the event but as murphy's law would have it, on Saturday morning we all woke up early only to discover that  it was a rainy, chilly and miserable day for a sports event. Luckily, the event was indoors at the local recreational centre. Arriving at the venue, we were greeted by the staff of the school who were all engrossed in the final preparations for the event. Mothers, sisters, siblings, grand mothers and grand fathers, uncles and aunts were all out in full force to support and encourage the little ones. The kids participated in a variety of categories such as the hula hoop race, bean bag race, changing the baby's nappy race in partnership with all the mummies, the lipstick race and the scooter race as well. There was also a daddy's race where all the fathers were asked to participate in a race. Hot dogs, koeksisters, popcorn and a variety of other goodies were on sale at the tuck shop. All proceeds from the tuck shop was given to the school. At the end of the event everyone left the venue with a barbeque pack comprising of a delicious piece of chicken accompanied with a roll and potato salad. What I loved most about the event was the fact that irrespective of whether a child came out first or last, everyone received a medal and thus no one felt heart sore or discouraged.
Being at the event made me recall my school days and all the sports functions that I participated in. In high school I remember being a mascot at the annual sports day function. My mom had to sew a pretty white and yellow dress. Whilst I was never really a sports orientated person, I use to enjoy watching the others participate and tug of war was an activity that I loved being a part of. I was more academically inclined and acting in plays, public speaking, speech contests, debating and newspaper competitions was very much my forte and strong point. I remember dressing up like Tina Turner with a wig for a mock interview that we had to do and also dressing up like Sherlock Holmes for a one man show play. Mind you I still have the wig
and now and then we take it out of the cupboard and fool around with it. Oh well, those were the good old days...Don't know if the kids of tomorrow will be enjoying outdoor activities and being a part of plays and having clean innocent fun. Today's kids are technologically orientated with most of their time spent watching television or being deeply engrossed on their mobile phones and computers. Sadly, it is the same technology that has caused our youth to develop asocial personality disorders along with a lack of manners and respect. Gone are the days when kids use to play doll house doll house and pretend to cook meals, gone are the days when kids played 'ringa ringa rosie', gone are the days when kids played hopscotch and swing ball. How I wish for the days of my youth to return, if only I could turn back the hands of time!!!!!