Thursday, November 4, 2010

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Ulasan Filem Iran : The Apple


The Apple berdasarkan kisah benar yang didedahkan oleh media Iran pada satu ketika tentang kehidupan kanak-kanak malang Zahra dan Massoumeh. Mengisahkan dua orang anak perempuan terencat akal yang tidak pernah melihat dunia luar selama 11 tahun kerana dikurung bapanya di rumah. Bapanya terpaksa berbuat demikian kerana risau sesuatu yang tidak baik berlaku kepada kedua-dua anak perempuannya ketika beliau keluar mencari rezeki. Ibu anak-anak perempuan tersebut pula buta dan tidak pernah ditinggalkan keseorangan tanpa ditemani anak-anaknya.

Laporan oleh jiran-jiran tentang keadaan kedua-dua anak perempuan tersebut kepada Jabatan Kebajikan telah mengubah nasib mereka berdua dan mencabar prinsip hidup kedua ibubapa mereka. Filem ini menceritakan perasaan kedua-dua kanak-kanak tersebut apabila menempuhi dunia luar buat pertama kali.

Filem Iran ini merupakan arahan pertama Samira Makhmalbalf yang pada masa itu berusia 17 tahun dan merupakan satu-satunya pengarah paling muda di dunia. Filem ini telah ditayangkan di banyak negara dan mendapat pencalonan di Festival Cannes. Bagi aku filem pertama beliau ini telah berjaya menyentuh nilai-nilai kemanusiaan yang ada di dalam diri kanak-kanak cacat dan juga nilai-nilai mulia masyarakat. Apa yang menarik lagi tentang filem ini ialah semua watak-watak ini dipegang oleh orang yang asal, Zahra dan Massoumeh dan kedua ibubapanya, jiran-jiran tetangga, orang Jabatan Kebajikan hanya watak seorang kanak-kanak perempuan di padang permainan dan penjual jam sahaja merupakan pelakon yang diambil. Bermaksud filem ini bukanlah lakonan yang dibuat-buat dan bukan dokumentari cuma mengisahkan kehidupan keluarga kanak-kanak malang itu. Silalah lihat di youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBGWuegG22M filem beliau ini dan nilaikan sendiri hasil kerja arahan seorang remaja. Adios!!!

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Kucing Terpanjang di Dunia



Seekor kucing di Amerika telah mendapat sandaran sebagai kucing terpanjang berdasarkan rekod dunia terbaru yang tercatat di dalam Guinness World Record.

Kucing yang bernama Stewie itu berusia 5 tahun dan mempunyai tubuh sepanjang 123cm dari mula hujung hidungnya hingga hujung ekornya.

"Kami menyedari tubuh Stewie yang panjang sekitar tiga tahun lalu," kata Mr Hendrickson kepada Reno Gazette-Journal. "Semua orang memuji dengan mengatakan, 'Panjang sekali kucing itu!' "

Pemilik kucing istimewa itu, Robin Hendrickson dan Erik Brandsness dari Reno, Nevada, mengatakan bahawa mereka telah membuat keputusan untuk mendaftarkan kucing mereka ke dalam buku rekod dunia itu setelah mendengar kekaguman orang ramai terhadap kepanjangan tubuh Stewie.Stewie telah mengalahkan rekod kepanjangan kucing sebelumnya yang berukuran 121cm.



Misteri Kaabah Gegar NASA

Neil Amstrong telah membuktikan bahawa kota Mekah adalah pusat dari planet Bumi. Fakta ini telah diteliti melalui sebuah penelitian Ilmiah.

Ketika Neil Amstrong melakukan perjalanan untuk pertama kalinya ke luar angkasa dan mengambil gambar planet Bumi, dia berkata, “Planet Bumi ternyata tergantung di kawasan yang sangat gelap, siapa yang menggantungnya ?.”

Para astronaut telah menemui bahawa planet Bumi itu mengeluarkan semacam radiasi, secara rasmi mereka mengumumkannya di Internet, tetapi sayangnya 21 hari kemudian kandungan website tersebut hilang yang seolah-olah mempunyai alasan tersembunyi disebalik penghapusan kandungan website tersebut.

Setelah melakukan penelitian lebih lanjut, ternyata radiasi tersebut berpusat di kota Mekah, tepatnya berasal dari Kaabah. Yang mengejutkan adalah radiasi tersebut bersifat infinite ( tidak berujung ), hal ini terbuktikan ketika mereka mengambil foto planet Mars, radiasi tersebut masih berlanjut terus. Para peneliti Muslim mempercayai bahawa radiasi ini memiliki karakteristik dan menghubungkan antara Kaabah di planet Bumi dengan Kaabah di alam akhirat.


Di tengah-tengah antara kutub utara dan kutub selatan, ada suatu kawasan yang bernama ‘Zero Magnetism Area’, ertinya adalah apabila kita mengeluarkan kompas di kawasan tersebut, maka jarum kompas tersebut tidak akan bergerak sedikit pun kerana daya tarikan yang sama besarnya antara kedua kutub.

Itulah sebabnya jika seseorang tinggal di Mekah, maka ia akan hidup lebih lama, lebih sihat, dan tidak banyak dipengaruhi oleh banyak kekuatan gravitasi. Oleh sebab itu lah ketika kita mengelilingi Kaabah, maka seakan-akan diri kita di-charged berulang-ulang oleh suatu kuasa misteri dan ini adalah fakta yang telah dibuktikan secara ilmiah.


Penelitian lainnya mengungkapkan bahawa batu Hajar Aswad merupakan batu tertua di dunia dan juga boleh mengambang di dalam air. Di sebuah muzium di Barat, ada tiga buah potongan batu tersebut (dari Kaabah) dan pihak muzium juga mengatakan bahawa bongkahan batu-batu tersebut bukan berasal dari sistem cerekawala kita.

Dalam salah satu sabdanya, Rasulullah SAW bersabda:
Hajar Aswad itu diturunkan dari syurga, warnanya lebih putih daripada susu, dan dosa-dosa anak cucu Adamlah yang menjadikannya hitam.

Lauren Booth: I'm now a Muslim. Why all the shock and horror?


Lauren Booth
The Guardian, Wednesday 3 November 2010


It is five years since my first visit to Palestine. And when I arrived in the
region, to work alongside charities in Gaza and the West Bank, I took with me the swagger of condescension that all white middle-class women (secretly or outwardly) hold towards poor Muslim women, women I presumed would be little more than black-robed blobs, silent in my peripheral vision. As a western woman with all my freedoms, I expected to deal professionally with men alone. After all, that's what the Muslim world is all about, right?

This week's screams of faux horror from fellow columnists on hearing of my
conversion to Islam prove that this remains the stereotypical view regarding half a billion women currently practising Islam.

On my first trip to Ramallah, and many subsequent visits to Palestine, Egypt,
Jordan and Lebanon, I did indeed deal with men in power. And, dear reader, one or two of them even had those scary beards we see on news bulletins from far-flung places we've bombed to smithereens. Surprisingly (for me) I also began to deal with a lot of women of all ages, in all manner of head coverings, who also held positions of power. Believe it or not, Muslim women can be educated, work the same deadly hours we do, and even boss their husbands about in front of his friends until he leaves the room in a huff to go and finish making the dinner.

Is this patronising enough for you? I do hope so, because my conversion to Islam
has been an excuse for sarcastic commentators to heap such patronising points of view on to Muslim women everywhere. So much so, that on my way to a meeting on the subject of Islamophobia in the media this week, I seriously considered buying myself a hook and posing as Abu Hamza. After all, judging by the reaction of many women columnists, I am now to women's rights what the hooked one is to knife and fork sales.

So let's all just take a deep breath and I'll give you a glimpse into the other
world of Islam in the 21st century. Of course, we cannot discount the appalling way women are mistreated by men in many cities and cultures, both with and without an Islamic population. Women who are being abused by male relatives are being abused by men, not God. Much of the practices and laws in "Islamic" countries have deviated from (or are totally unrelated) to the origins of Islam.
Instead practices are based on cultural or traditional (and yes, male-orientated) customs that have been injected into these societies. For example, in Saudi Arabia, women are not allowed to drive by law. This rule is an invention of the Saudi monarchy, our government's close ally in the arms and oil trade. The fight for women's rights must sadly adjust to our own government's needs.

My own path to Islam began with an awakening to the gap between what had been
drip-fed to me about all Muslim life – and the reality.

I began to wonder about the calmness exuded by so many of the "sisters" and
"brothers". Not all; these are human beings we're talking about. But many. And on my visit to Iran this September, the washing, kneeling, chanting recitations of the prayers at the mosques I visited reminded me of the west's view of an entirely different religion; one that is known for eschewing violence and embracing peace and love through quiet meditation. A religion trendy with movie stars such as Richard Gere, and one that would have been much easier to admit to
following in public – Buddhism. Indeed, the bending, kneeling and submission of Muslim prayers resound with words of peace and contentment. Each one begins, "Bismillahir rahmaneer Raheem" – "In the name of God, the Merciful, the Compassionate" – and ends with the phrase "Assalamu Alaykhum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh" – Peace be upon you all and God's mercy and blessing.

Almost unnoticed to me, when praying for the last year or so, I had been saying
"Dear Allah" instead of "Dear God". They both mean the same thing, of course, but for the convert to Islam the very alien nature of the language of the holy prayers and the holy book can be a stumbling block. I had skipped that hurdle without noticing. Then came the pull: a sort of emotional ebb and flow that responds to the company of other Muslims with a heightened feeling of hopenness and warmth. Well, that's how it was for me, anyway.

How hard and callous non-Muslim friends and colleagues began to seem. Why can't
we cry in public, hug one another more, say "I love you" to a new friend, without facing suspicion or ridicule? I would watch emotions being shared in households along with trays of honeyed sweets and wondered, if Allah's law is simply based on fear why did the friends I loved and respected not turn their backs on their practices and start to drink, to have real "fun" as we in the west do? And we do, don't we? Don't we?

Finally, I felt what Muslims feel when they are in true prayer: a bolt of sweet
harmony, a shudder of joy in which I was grateful for everything I have (my children) and secure in the certainty that I need nothing more (along with prayer) to be utterly content. I prayed in the Mesumeh shrine in Iran after ritually cleansing my forearms, face, head and feet with water. And nothing could be the same again. It was as simple as that.

The sheikh who finally converted me at a mosque in London a few weeks ago told
me: "Don't hurry, Lauren. Just take it easy. Allah is waiting for you. Ignore those who tell you: you must do this, wear that, have your hair like this. Follow your instincts, follow the Holy Qur'an- and let Allah guide you."

And so I now live in a reality that is not unlike that of Jim Carey's character
in the Truman Show. I have glimpsed the great lie that is the facade of our modern lives; that materialism, consumerism, sex and drugs will give us lasting happiness. But I have also peeked behind the screens and seen an enchanting, enriched existence of love, peace and hope. In the meantime, I carry on with daily life, cooking dinners, making TV programmes about Palestine and yes,
praying for around half an hour a day.
Now, my morning starts with dawn prayers at around 6am, I pray again at 1.30pm, then finally at 10.30pm. My steady progress with the Qur'an has been mocked in some quarters (for the record, I'm now around 200 pages in). I've been seeking advice from Ayatollahs, imams and sheikhs, and every one has said that each individual's journey to Islam is their own. Some do commit the entire text to memory before conversion; for me reading the holy book will be done slowly and at my own pace.

In the past my attempts to give up alcohol have come to nothing; since my
conversion I can't even imagine drinking again. I have no doubt that this is for life: there is so much in Islam to learn and enjoy and admire; I'm overcome with the wonder of it. In the last few days I've heard from other women converts, and they have told me that this is just the start, that they are still loving it 10 or 20 years on.
On a final note I'd like to offer a quick translation between Muslim culture and media culture that may help take the sting of shock out of my change of life for some of you.

When Muslims on the BBC News are shown shouting "Allahu Akhbar!" at some clear,
Middle Eastern sky, we westerners have been trained to hear: "We hate you all in your British sitting rooms, and are on our way to blow ourselves up in Lidl when you are buying your weekly groceries."
In fact, what we Muslims are saying is "God is Great!", and we're taking comfort in our grief after non-Muslim nations have attacked our villages. Normally, this phrase proclaims our wish to live in peace with our neighbours, our God, our fellow humans, both Muslim and non-Muslim. Or, failing that, in the current climate, just to be left to live in peace would be nice.

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