Thursday, 11 January 2018

The Legality

An old piece of writing from my attic (android attic)

The Legality
The matter of law is always disputed and varies in different parts of the world. It is seen that certain rules and laws vary to a complete opposite when moving from place to place. This makes legal decision a gimmick at places as it is legal now and illegal then or the other way round. The base of a decision by law depends not on the law but the environment and the circumstances prevalent there and more than that it is in how the matter is shown rather than what the matter is.
As someone said there are no good people and bad people but there are people with good and bad in themselves, so is the matter of law. Laws are made to be broken, changed and twisted according to the person and environment bringing in a new law and maybe that’s applicable only for a certain community. So any social custom, rule or law becomes good as well as bad, a sort of relativity. A good example is the way males and females think. A habit seen as bad by the female maybe seen as good by the male and vice versa.
But human conscience suggests that there should be a true law, a real right and wrong and who decides it is a question. It brings us to the god theory or the reality of God, someone who is there before time and will be present after time and hence would make the right and the wrong. The working of the existential present (The world) is such that something that is legal now was illegal before and the other way round. Understanding this working gives the picture of the plan that is running this world, the plan of god. It is not a law that runs this world but a plan and the plan changes lawful and unlawful, bringing illegal to legal and legal to the illegal framework.
Man-made laws are sometimes inspired by god or nature’s inevitable rules which are followed by all except humans. Humans have the tendency to break it and make it. This gives the proof for the instability of certain laws according to the situation. Human beings tend to deviate from any set of norms and hence the laws and rules he creates may also vary from right to wrong or wrong to right.
As far as the rule of god is concerned, it relies on the plan and it runs according to the plan. The laws and rules do not matter within the framework of his plan. Belief in the plan itself is the law.

Saturday, 29 October 2016

Destined to Live

“Sahl bin Saad (ra) narrated that prophet Muhammad (SAWS) said “some people ( in Allah's preordained destiny) even though are people of heaven will perform acts as though they are people of hell and some who are people of hell will perform acts of the people of heaven. It is the acts/deeds that are performed at the end or nearest to death which will be the decisive factor ."

Life is as it flows. One wonders what life is and how it moves through the time frame  and in this flow fate is something confusing and interpreted. Fate or destiny and its relation to morals and values is a study of its own and this is one of the theories of Islam. Preordained destiny or Qadr is part of Islamic belief but how it is manifested is a question that makes thinkers and philosophers ponder .
As this hadith states, people are destined for heaven or hell but their actions may be different. The weight age values more. When it is said that one’s destiny is already decided then why are actions important would be a question but why not think of it as part of destiny.In other words the actions performed are as the destiny  has it and the actions are part of the destiny. But since this hadith mentions about the concept of changing destiny the actions can help in changing ones destiny. So how or what destiny is and how is it related to man is intriguing.
To explain the above notion this hadith narrated by Ali (ra) can be read. 
Ali (ra) narrated that prophet Muhammad (SAWS) said that there is no one among you whose position in hell or heaven has not been decided or written already. The Sahabas (comrades) asked “oh messenger of Allah if so then why not live as per the destiny and withhold from doing any Amal(good deeds) . “ The Prophet replied “You perform the deeds and whatever is written in one’s destiny it will be made easier to them. The victorious will be allowed to perform good deeds and the losers will be allowed to perform bad deeds.” Then the prophet recited Surah 92 Verses 5 to 10:

As for him who gave out his wealth for Allah’s sake and abstained from disobeying and affirmed the truth of goodness we shall facilitate for him the way to bliss. As for him who was a miser and behaved with aversion and denied the truth of goodness we shall facilitate for him the way of hardship
As the hadith mentioned above portrays, life is something which is in between what is decided and what is to be decided. It is action and plan on the same coordinate. A relative plasma where the happening and the should be happening coincides giving one view called “lifespan”. It is really difficult to think of the present and the future together but this is indeed known as destiny, an amalgam of the present and the future.

One famous hadith known to most, talks about tying the camel to the pole and then praying for it to not go loose which depicts the present in future. What may happen might have been decided but we take precautions since we cannot think in two dimensions. Reality is running in two dimensions. The reason why one cannot decide on his future is because of destiny (qadr) but the zeal to work towards a dream or goal comes from action. When these go hand in hand it creates hi-s-tory.

 This is similar to the wave and particular nature of matter. At a time only one is prominent or existing to vision. Destiny and action are the same and it compliments each other or is transparent and dissolves in one another. Maybe it is one and the same but different manifestations.

“The cross-over of two frames result in dimensional collision and life is one such phenomenon.”

Saheeh Bukhari wa muslim(muthafaqqun alaih):samyuktha paribasha by Ibrahim Puthoor faisy 
  -kitab ul jihad,kitab ul maqasi
  -kitab ul iman,kitab ul qadr

The Holy Quran (Surah 92 Verse5-10)

Thursday, 28 April 2016

Kissing The Sun

The highest points in the Gulf, the place where the sun meets the earth. This is what Jabel Shams is all about. Jabel Shams translated as the sun mountain due to the fact that Oman sees its dusk and dawn on this peak first is the highest peak in the Middle East standing at 3009 m at its summit. It stood with pride among the Hajar range and looked splendorous.

We started off at dawn from Muscat reaching Nizwa through the beautiful way covering small and large Rocky Mountains and we could see the Hajar range basking in glory. We reached Nizwa and had breakfast and set off for the mountains. The town of Nizwa was a historic one. Elected as the Islamic cultural capital of Oman, it lives the Omani tradition. The Nizwa fort and Souq showed the old architecture and the walled city in it. We moved forward to reach near Bahla to proceed towards the Hamra-Jabel Shams road. Soon we reached Hamra and moved towards Jabel Shams. The track was winding and we could see the mountain range closing towards us. We were surrounded by mountains, blue grey and brown with spots of green Date Palms and farm fields. Soon we reached Nakhur were the ancient ruins of Persians still survived. The road started the ascend. It was picturesque and with the usual Omani shades of brown. This land is amazing and mystical. An aura of mystique surrounds you while you travel to the interiors of Oman and we felt it here as well.
The climb was winding and we could see the below villages getting smaller and smaller. The Date Palms and green fields got tinier as the weather got colder. The air was much crispier. Soon the terrain got grayer and steeper until we saw a mesmerizing view of the below land. It was Hamra I suppose but I could see the white buildings at the horizon and a curtain of haze on it. Soon the tar track ended and the muddy brown tracks appeared. We travelled long along the dusty rugged terrain until we reached the view point. It was breath taking. The massive high peaks formed narrow deep chasms into the ground down below. The place was at around 2400m and it looked boisterous.
The mountain formed gorges and crevasses into the land below. It was as though the piece was cut out of the mountains. We moved ahead towards the village of khitaym to take our trekking pass. The grand canyon of Oman as it is called lay in front of us. This large natural wonder is simply breathtaking. It is said to be the second largest canyon in the world after the Grand Canyon in the US and is named the Grand Canyon of Oman. It lays at a height of 3009m at the summit( varies from 2980m to 3009m) and the canyon dives in to the deep. The gorge beneath is known as Wadi Ghul. The entire canyon can be circumvented through the trekking pass of W6 which is a balcony walk around the canyon.

The weather was cool at 16c and it helped during the trek. It was a really splendid journey. As we got down to the pass, we could see the majestic cliff in its brown rising up from the gorge beneath. A few date palms and shrubs were seen below. Jabel Shams is famous for its juniper trees. The hills and the mountains that we passed by were spotted with twirling barks of the juniper trees. At one of the valleys nearing the summit, there were numerous of them.  It looked as though an old frail man was looking at us with his hands resting on his chin. I thought of it as a time teller, who stayed there from time immemorial saying stories of the past. Some of the juniper trees were really old. The main flora of this place is its beautiful juniper trees with their dusty green canopy and the wild olives that grew here and there. Apart from these there were the usual thorny shrubs of the semi-arid terrain. The trail that we took was also the same with junipers and the thorny shrubs. As we walked down , we could see the mountain goats at sides chewing shrubs and leaves standing at the edge. I wondered how they could do this with their hoofs. It was fascinating. The goats were beautiful with their silky hairs and wide eyes yet looked sturdy with pride. They were better climbers than us and I wondered at them. Some clung onto the rocks and were walking upwards. Soon we reached the middle of our climb down. The village of sab stood there at the edge.

This view was breathtaking. The ancient village of Sab Bani Khamis and its ruins were found at the edge of this cliff. The mud bricked houses and a store stood there vertical onto the cliff and was a piece of early engineering marvel. The houses are said to have outlets towards to the lower areas and stay there clinging onto the edge. They brown and seen as though inserted into the cliff walls. They are said to be the village of the khamsamsah tribe who have shifted to Hamra and other villages below. Soon we reached the terrace cultivation lands created at the edge of this cliff. It was dry and abandoned but looked splendor. At the end of this pass was the tower overlooking the Grand Canyon. We climbed up and were greeted with a beautiful view. The entire land ahead was visible. We could see the Hamra with haze on it.

We climbed down and proceeded further. The rocks were large and boulder-like. We climbed them with little bit of difficulty since we weren’t prepared much for this trip. We had our water bottles and they were almost empty. As we climbed we could see the edge of the pool. This was one breathtaking view. Soon after the climb, tucked inside the edge of the cliff lie a shallow but large pool. The water dropped down from the rocks above and the pool looked emerald. It was cool, a soothing coolness. This was balcony view. We climbed down and sat beside the pool. It was a nature pool tucked into the edge of the bowl.

After lying down in the pool enjoying the coolness of the water we returned back. We saw slithery salamanders on the way. Grey dull ones slithered along the rocks. The return was tougher since we had no water with us. The temperature dipped to 8c and was really cool. The walk across the edge of the canyon was a tip-toe when seen from far. When we looked back at the route we took, we didn’t seen one. It looked plain edge all the way down the 2400 meters.
Soon we reached the starting point. The mountain stood behind us grand and pride. The shadows went deep down forming brown and grey together. It was majestic and the sun was dipping down behind the mountains. It was as though the sun rested on a throne or a royal chalice. It was indeed the mountain of the sun with the orange and crimson behind the cliff of brown and blue….

We kissed him, we kissed the sun.

Wednesday, 10 February 2016

The City Awakes

The breeze, felt i
The sound of a sigh
The women of the house
In await of their spouse

The fragrance of the sea
The air of the coast
Dawn as it arrives with the crimson shade
Far at the horizon I see the mast

The womenfolk rejoice
As the await ends
The crimsons have given way
And I see the minarets, poise 

The city awakes with the sound of the bell
It is indeed the call from “The Arakkal”.

The fishermen are back with their catch
And the sisters smile in the thatch
The market bustles with cacophony,
Vendors, pushers and gulls in the sky.

The womenfolk smile ,
 the men are busy
The harbor is docked, with ships, dhows and little boats
 They have returned with crispy life-notes

The city awakes to the cry of the hawkers
The yellow sun has met the azure

Muezzins have returned
And the temple priests are at rest.
The shrines of the saints ,colored bright
Among the crowded streets ,  a spiritual delight

The warehouses are full at the bay of the Mappilas
And the gullies alive like the waves and the canals
The bells and the wheels fill the narrow streets
Bargaining and paying, men on their feet

The city awakes to the grandeur of the majestic fort
As it looks at the sea, boisterous and pride

The sea has kissed the sand
White froth with the brown land
The palms sway and the waves resonate
The city has awakened with a charm,
The city that narrates stories and psalms.

A poem on the city which was once the capital city of Malabar, a historic Portland  and a stronghold of the sea warriors of the south.
A Tradition and Culture of more than  500 years,  Kannur City (Cannanore)

Monday, 23 November 2015

Desert Rain: rain diaries

The drops spread the sand particles to the sides.The light colored sand is now dark.the water drop has soaked the sand crystals. The drops fall again and small heaps of dry sand are wet and hard. rain in the desert is powerful. it is little but powerful as though the sand absorbs strength from the droplets.The clouds are heavy and dark. it hovers over you in the sky giving a pleasant feel and the sun breaks in to give the warmth. The droplets come down from these heavy clouds. The clouds seem to have immense amount of water but the droplets are few. the droplets sway in the wind falling here and there. The wind is strong but pleasant. it is cool and tickles you inside. with the light ticklish winds and few drops of rain falling on you, it is an ecstatic pleasure feel.

The place is calm with the roads empty and the sky is dark and heavy. The buildings lay silent and awaiting the rain. it is still droplets falling randomly, flying around. It wasn't rain nor was it drizzle.
The sky was calm again and the place back to dryness. The clouds started moving away and the sand was light colored. The rain had gone with the wind.

It was evening and the sun was drowning in the orange pool.But the dark clouds were back again and the sky looked red with dark shades of grey.soon the droplets started falling and the sand was dark. but this time it was dollops. heavy shapeless dollops fell splashing and then a few more. The drops wet the sand and the rainy weather oozed from it. It was raining haphazardly. The drops soaked the sands  at the start but it formed small puddles and pools. The mountains at the far-south brought in more of water and the barren land was filled with brownish flowing water. The rain increased and the sky was purple, the dark heavy clouds settled with pride and power. The water swell on the barren arid land and the soil lost its strength to soak in. with the gushing water from the mountains the land was filled with a flash flood. The 'Wadi' as called in the local tongue swell and overflowed the roads and the street. The desert rain sometimes takes such twists from nature. life was at standstill.

It was cold,wet and windy. with the water at the sides, the barren desert was changed into a cold riverbed. The clouds started parting ways and the sky was clear again. stars lit the sky and the moon came out from its blanket. A rain that lasted half of an hour changed the landscape. it was hard, brown and cold. The water from the flash flood would remain for a few days and then the sun would absorb it turning it back to a blue skied brown arid land of the middle east.

Thursday, 15 October 2015

In between The Mountains

A Trip to Bilad sayt in The Sultanate Of Oman

The road lay in front of us like a slithering slate-coloured snake. It was a one way road that went straight into the mountains and got lost. We were finding it with every move. The small brown hills at the sides made the road look thinner. The speedometer clocked 100 as we drove past the brown hills. The picture was brown, dark brown hills with greyish barren terrain in between. Very few houses were seen at the sides.

The trip from “Hayy a Thurath” towards” bilad sayt” was long .The distance was less but the one-way road that went winding with elevations across the hills at places meant that we couldn’t keep a constant speed. This road led to the village of Al Hamra. Al Hamra is a picturesque green village that has a history of more than 400 years.

The sky was dark. It was blue with creamy clouds here and there. We saw The Al Hajar ranges in front of us. This great range of mountain lay in front of us in glory. The road is seen narrow and thin and gets lost in this grey boulder of mountains. It had long black cracks on it which were actually deep cliffs and narrow gorges. White spots were seen on top of some of them. Some beautiful villages were studded on them and the houses looked like sugar spread.

The mountain was grey and inclined deeply towards the peak. The range laid there as a was a natural border for the place as it cut of the central Oman from the north. As we approached a roundabout we saw a board showing ‘Bilad Sayt’ at 45km towards the right. We now entered the hills. We were surrounded by shades of brown.

The mountains were above us. Now there were layers of hills and mountains playing shades of colour. From brown to grey to blue, the colour differed at different ranges and was a stunning overshadowed each other and came back in waves. Slowly we reached the foot of the range. The road was a winding one. We started uphill. It was a hot day and the temperature was at 38c. The uphill climb was as though we were cutting through a large cake.  We could see the surrounding hills get smaller and smaller. The view was simply breath-taking. The brown hills lay below the large grey mountains and the road that we climbed looked like a slithering black snake at the bottom with crumbs of cars moving. Towards the west lay the large village of Al Hamra. The white houses and the numerous date palms now formed a dense tone. The village laid there like a sheet of velvet spread. Across it, the sun shone. The sky was blue but as though waiting for the sun to splash its setting colours.

The uphill journey continued. It was time for sunset.  With a peaceful flow it started splashing crimson and pink all over the blue sky. Now the sky was crimson with shades of pink and a little bit of blue. The mountain lay below holding on to the sky with a grey and a tinge of violet. It looked bold and felt pride booming from it. The mountain sometimes looked like a curtain, a curtain of dark shade that separated the landscape and at times like a solid bolder standing high.

The village grew even smaller and the houses looked tinier. The mountain turned grey-blue and the sky above had spectacular shades of violet and pink mixed with each other. The sun had set and the last rays had beamed yellow before ending a day. It was peace in physical form.
As we drove again the weather became pleasant. The windows were open and there was a cool breeze blowing serenity. I heard a shout. It echoed throughout and I halted and looked around. The shout repeated several times and it sounded like a bleat. A young boy was seen climbing down the cliff in great pace and skill and he was barefooted. He jumped down the rocks with ease. He wore a dark coloured Dishdasha and in front of him was a flock of sheep. It looked beautiful across the grey rocks. The entire flock was climbing down. Some were walking down briskly while others were clambering down the rocks. The shepherd shouted and the flock moved as instructed. There were brown, black, white and cream coloured ones that were climbing down the grey and brown rocks.
The violet sky at the background made it mystical and tranquil. For a moment I became a Sufi, a Sufi like the shepherd who had no worldly desires in between him and the creator. The Rumi in me was awakened and I was lost in eternal reality. The shepherd was the real Sufi since he was closer to god with this near-heaven abode of life.

Soon we reached a viewpoint. The cliff reached deep at the bottom and like beauty in a bowl the village lay studded in the valley. The mountain shades, cliffs and the weather made it more memorable. It was cold but the gentle breeze that was blowing brought tranquillity across our faces. It was dark now and Al Hamra lit up with the street lights looked magnificent. An ornamental jewellery work lay below us and it was the village at night. We started our descent. With every turn the temperature rose until we were back at the bottom of the range.

We looked back and saw the huge mountains, dark and proud. No one thought there was life on top but life existed only there.

Wednesday, 23 September 2015

The Religion in Religion

Religion is a phenomenon that governs the human life in many ways. It is set of beliefs that provides a way to think about life and the entire universe in which life is existing. Religion forms an integral part of this society.

The existence of religion in the world and its importance is something to be thought of .how such a set of belief came into being and why is it there are questions that bring us to the way human mind thinks. Religion is always defined as a set of beliefs regarding the universe with reference to a supernatural source. But even beliefs such as atheism are a form of religion too.

Religion fascinates when it is thought in the frame of human thought or a belief is a system containing codes for worshiping, rituals, concept of god(or no god),manners and etiquette, beliefs on the world,nature and its functioning. This system governs its people in all aspects . with all religions, the codified rules are imposed on its followers and the followers abide by without knowing any reason. This goes for atheism too.

Religion is one great scheme  that does not give reason to its rules. The truth and falsehood in religion is an entirely different topic  and this write up discusses the form it maintains. Today religion as a structure has become so rigid that it has become a true organisation. It is a system that cannot be verified or discussed.

While living in this frame, religious followers have become mere followers or abiders  of the system of rules and forgot the soul of it. Since it has become a tangible non-living entity, the soul has evaporated back into nature.

Religion has lost its spirituality. The spiritual element could be called the soul and this soul is no more. The enactment of the spirit of religion comes in the form of its social involvement for the betterment of the people and when the soul which transforms religion and applies on the society is lost then religion loses its significance. This soul of the religion has been overshadowed by customary rituals of worship and modules. Hence the soul of religion has died and is making way or a systematic, mechanical worship procedures that are being followed with fervour  as part of being religious.

To prove the extra-human or non-human  element of  religion,the spiritual aspect of religion should be present and this is missing from all major religions or in majority of its followers. another fascinating element of religion which can also been seen as the corollary to the above mentioned view is the fact that all religions have unity in a basic spiritual element or a single source of existence. Religions then branch out from this basic thought with influences and forgery of ideology bringing it down to an aspiritual entity of rituals and customs. Without this spiritual element religion cannot play its role and with it religion unifies into a single source.

Hence religion without its soul cannot affect human life and society and becomes a topic of critics and defamers. It drives the society into the opposite direction.