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Is there a spark of misunderstanding in every intimate encounter, a painful experience of separateness in every attempt to unite, a fearful resistance in every act of surrender? Is there a fatal component of hate in the center of everything we call love?
-Henri Nouwen
Traditions of the Cape Malays.
It is Important that these traditions are explained to prevent misunderstanding:
Hadat is the name of a dthikr (mantra or repetition of the names of God or phrases refecting Tawheed, (the oneness of God), it comes from a Yemeni Imam Hadad, who I believed lived in the 15th century in the Hadramut and some how probably through traders going to indoneasia and beyond arrived with the Cape Muslims, who were brought as Political prisoners and or slaves in the 17th century, a punishment for resisting Dutch colonialism. The Khalifa or Rifi'i also developed during the time of slavery in South Africa and had several purposes. For the untrained eye and mind one might be quick to come to horrific conclusions on its purpose though I assure u they are completely unfounded. Rifi'i allowed the slaves to maintain there martial arts, known in S.E Asia as Silat, in a dance form it was also a way in which Islam could be prothletised in a visual form at a time when slaves spoke different languages and proselytisation was illegal on pain of death (see statutes of India). Rifi'i became an intertwinement but also a way in which participants could show that if there was enough faith in the oneness of God a participant could overcome anything even a sharp sword or dangerous tool which would draw no blood. the rythem of the drumming and "music" that was created allowed the slaves to practice there dthikr as a way of preserving part of their religion which was practiced in secret .) Dissappearing quickly in some cities in South Africa there is increasing tension between newer scholars who see it as a bidah and the traditionalists. The argument they present is that it is a bidah if it involves verses of the Quran or a form of dthikr that was not practiced during the time of the Prophet S.A.W. True some texts of chanting for the rifi'i shown to me seemed quite questionable with regards to some Islamic principles, but there is now an effort to clean up the few but significant errors and amongst the traditionalists continue the Rifi'i as a living tradition. A testimony if you life to the troubled times of slavery and the difficulties of preserving Islam and allowing it to survive even if the methods seemed a little unorthodox. It must be remembered that very few of the Muslims brought to South Africa hundreds of years ago understood arabic or what they were saying and so in a way some kind of corruption was bound to happen The traditionalists in the wake of the clean up still consider the ceremony as a tradition and not a form of worship but a miracle of belief. In fact the fact that Islam survived at all in South Africa for so long and often in secret may in fact be considered a miracle in itself.
One Imam spoke to me and said, "when one does anything one must question yourself why are u doing something you must consider its purpose and ask are you doing it for God, is your intention the remembrance of God."
N.B
It should be noted however very few people have problems with the Hadat and this is general accepted across all opinions and thoughts in the Islamic community of South Africa
Technically, the English name is a misunderstanding, being named after Lochan na Gaire, the 'little loch of the noisy sound', a loch to be found in the mountain's northeast corrie. Today the lochan is popularly called Lochnagar too. The summit itself is usually referred to as Cac Càrn Beag, meaning "small cairn of faeces" in Scottish Gaelic.
With eyes seeing in laser focus. A competition to see how much I can agree. This one's on me. Staying open enough to reveal what's inside matches my outer façade, what's being projected skin-deep, otherwise know as dba my facial expression, No/Yes Shifting agenda depending on the inquiry, switcheroo tactic that I term 'deflection', too blown apart contrite heart unavoidable by definition, deflection is no protection, because I learned in the end all is revealed, then begins anew beginning, the ending the end, beginning again. Practiced my complicit practice of conditional acceptance, transmitting unacceptance-rejection, that I term deflection, deflection, deflection, a misdirection, in this paradigm I once read in a book this paradigm is "a open energy system my corpus constantly interacts with continually, my contribution practiced with the highest of intentions, what I term deflection and what I put into this interactive energy system is extreme and what I put in is exactly what I do receive precisely.
First shot and every shot after that I receive is from me to me, in the declaration of my victory that took me right out of the game of awareness, because I was not aware that what I term deflection was keeping that pesky awareness at bay neutralizing my gameplay as I was on a path of increasing momentum in the opposite direction, perfecting my deflection. Misunderstanding An extension of grace to not have to compete, was missing the concept yet claiming it as past-tense-received-all-done-achieving upon learning to remember words definitions and how to use them in a sentence; grace personified, spelling, sounding it out loud, that's understanding, as far as I knew, I know know. and the scarlet letter goes to the declared winner, me. Booby prize is not going anywhere. Everyone is safe around me now, As I wear my shots on my sleeve now that I know what deflection, deflection, deflection has resulted in for me as it feels like to get gifts from one as practiced in conditioning the vigilante-without-a-cause in me, with that shifting-agenda-deflection that protection which veiled my insides from me, as I perfected facial expression matching body positioning like I saw on TV, emotionally-stoic-by-profession was me. Winner of all time self-declared, manifested and perfected through my use of time in this paradigm, collateral damage is me when I practice to receive. That's when I deceive me that my outer shell is all you can see, so what I'm projecting is purposeful physically through my corpus delisti's visible physical positioning, whether I'm celebrating unsubstatiated success in victory is how i perfected unconditionally practicing my constant emoji-body-positioning-and audible-verbal-tone-muttering, deflecting-rejecting anything that might change my facial expression of my choice of emotion at that moment to avoid any and all fear of the unknown, I keep as much unknown to stay unknow as possible, so I suffer the least possible by not learning anything that is not a proper-truth-already-phrased correctly fitting the prescribed script, anything different was automaically pre-detected and understood, and I had a quiver of canned responses roboting around as a non-character-player, interacting to everything equally regardless of affiliation, culture, creed, state, country, red, blue, or green, my already preprogrammed responses Archie-Bunkered anything encroaching my zoned out spot in front of the TV keeping me up on the latest events proviting more knowlege of how to be devoid of consciousnes-awareness-understanding what's not being received is the information in this open-engery-system I'm continually interacting with not a clue of even the basics, that what's being deflected is chances to know more intimately, because anything outside my awareness is too scary to be true, scary to admit I was wrong about knowing, so that no-one including me, would know what's really inside me is what I am projecting, because that's true, no matter how good I may be at playing like a hero on TV. I'd rather watch others acting out emotions, scripted hero's journey, no one can really know me if I don't know myself. I identify as the good-guy-hero main character, the star of the movie! I'm bad vibes personified, believing my good guy positioned in first place, a foundation of being an expert at everything while not moving even one space, stopping right at level one expert of practing the deception of deflection to stay out of the running, keeping me safe from seeing the confused look on my face. My Double DDs are desperation and disgruntled, same vibe same place. Rinse and repeat. Who am I competing against, no-one, just me.
The only way to contribute gifts that help, I have to fix me, look inside myself in order to see what can be seen by everyone else, but not me until now when all is revealed, I saw my reflection complaining about me, so breaking the conditioning I practiced is having to face it, it being me. And the gifts to contribute are very adorable and cute, those that I could gift to I've kept myself at bay and now too far away.
The only way I'll ever get close to contributing something positive I have to resist deflecting resistance I've caused, that's when I imagine I will stop pretending my projection of deception is correct in my case, a truthful-self-sustaining-vibe of accepting unconditionally what I read in a book once: this "open energy system" is telling me, And although vulnerable and insecure is the emoji on my face, because I'm new and unpracticed at unconditional acceptance of what I received from interacting in this "open energy system," I'm embarrassed at my reflection is for me a step in the right direction because finally in the end that is what I reveal, and next new beginning starts here where my insides match my outsides, because all was revealed and I couldn't pretend not to see my own refection of embarrassed rejection, because my canned responses were conditional, not-accepting, ignoring, dismissing, tepid warm, goldy locks, too cold or too hot, like a baby taking its first steps discovering something new what is usually resisted by me and so I start here to know what's inside me is what I have reaped from decades of level one baby steps, the bad-guys are out there, that keeps me shielded from having to see me and what I'm really projection was obvious to everyone except me, and those people are graciously helping me, and I'm one day recently that those bad guys out there I didn't see, that's the reflection of me, I unconditionally didnt see because it was my own reflection, that I now can't pretend anymore I cant see. And the good-gifts I wanted to deliver, I'm grateful to receive, helping stopping my blind-blundering-roaming around aimlessly.
My utterances of "Please forgive me" after all was revealed is as extremely funny, because roaming around aimlessly, it's really Please Help Me, my Archie-Bunker-Bravado-Vernacular to stay proudly unknown-unknowing growing in momentum I fostered with increased precise perfection. Now I'm wondering, what is something other than defection-rejection-directionally-fluid-aimless-hapless-droning on about non-character-player-strongly-worded-victory-chants-superiorty-judgments-misdirecting-any chance of discovering what I might see inside of me actually. The crossroads are so far behind me as my choice in what road to take is a result of my continual interaction with this "free energy system" in which I continually interact with has rendered what I've contributed consistently. I'm only talking to me, as the catharses was the momentous unveiling. Those that were still watching were so far away and done watching as that cathartic moment for those to see me, see my factial expression that when I stopped turning my back at everyone, and I finally turned back around, there was no one there but me and my level one seniority of the longest at the very first quest I got stuck-looking confused, when interacted with I just kept looking the other way, so the information was lost on me, that's the way I spend my time in this paradigm, an "open and free interactive energy system" my modus operandi is to thwart communication-interaction, the opposite of what correct, or the other way around, I stick to the script with ever increasing clarity of exactly what level one expert knows and that's, I know you know something and want to share it with me, so I'll beat you to it, by changing the subject to a shocking talking point like an Archie Bunker stereotype, treating anyone and everyone equally disrespectfully, not prejudice against just thing one or thing two. Sweeping statements across the board, I'm staying safe here, I am a rock a island, no woman, no cry, nothing to see over here folks, I'm content in my spot watching videos of other people doing stuff that fits the script I got the best at performing a projection of deflection-rejection-alienating myself. Ok, enough of that now Julie. I've clearly described sin of ignorance is selfish, selfish, selfish, selfish, and my Please Forgive Me, wasn't a great attempt at being sorry, trying to disguise a desparite cry for help scared at level one, as if my punishment for slaying newbies was forgivable in the way I delivered it exactly like i did see that my insides matched my outsides, I JUST COUGHT MYSELF READHANDED AND I'M ACTING LIKE A SPOILED TODDLER with fake-piacy, ok enough said Julie, if your still reading this, I'm thankful to have meandered this far then, it was I just can't be that self-deceived anymore, that's one for the Gipper for sure.
I've gathered so much momentum in the same direction staying true to my deflection, extremely sorry for me am I''s be getting my own kicks now that mine have kicked back, and walking from here where the path leads me, the path that I've rendered continually in this "open energy system" that I don't understand and that I can't see or hear. Open and free for me is that what I cant see or hear, I am able to feel. I can feel more and more each day with increasing self-awareness, I feel the echoing laughter strongly delivering that preprogrammed knee-jerk rejection in response to what was requested, a shifting deflection, I continually manuvered away in any direction at every opportunity presnted to me that I asked for. When I was offered something I specifically requested, I immediately communicated certainly not today, certainly not for me, anything of that nature is not in my nature. That offer of acceptace in response to the requested offer I projected, was unconditionally immediately avoided quickly not even in my periferal view as my back was already turned, a sinister pattern now I'm receiving the same pattern in the opposite direction with equal momentum from the sinister non-character-player-bad-guys I created when I practiced smiling in the mirror so that I was the winner of the contest that I created repeating the sinister pattern I practiced to be mean and not real. I'm back at the wheel. Back at the wheel. Back aat the wheel. Aware. Aware. Present here. Paying attention and following the only path presenting, aware, aware, aware.
Sep 24 2010
It pelted it down this afternoon, near torrential rain out of nowhere stopping as quickly as it had begun.
But not before soaking me to the skin.
And another thing, sooc except a crop. :D
Had a bit of a 'misunderstanding' with a friend today and ended up upsetting her, and then myself as a result. I kept trying to explain what I meant but everything just kept coming out wrong and making things worse!
Thankfully between taking this picture and finding time to post it we managed to talk the same language and actually understand each other and all is happily sorted out. Phew!
From immigration and murder rates to how fat we are, people nearly always get the numbers wrong.
But what does this mean for modern government? How does government work for people who have a shaky grasp of reality? And what can we do about it?
Panel:
Bobby Duffy, author of The Perils of Perception and Professor of Public Policy and Director of the Policy Institute at King's College London
Will Moy, Director of Full Fact
Nancy Kelley, Deputy Chief Executive at The National Centre for Social Research
Chaired by Gavin Freeguard, Programme Director and Head of Data and Transparency at the Institute for Government.
#IfGmoderngov
Photos by Candice McKenzie
they had a misunderstanding i guess, quite a pain to look at, them sorting out the bags.. sian... next time learn how the tabung haji ppl do it moby.to/e8cza1
Flossing her teeth. Dental hygiene is important to Gracie, as it was with Hemingway! Taken by Edgar. It seems that the description has caused a misunderstanding. It isn't something we are doing. Gracie is chewing on the dental floss. She will do the same thing with regular string. We just hold the floss or string steady, and she likes to chew on it. She is not quite as enthusiastic about chewing on string as Hemingway was, but she does like to do it. The reference to "flossing" is just our joke, which dates back to the time when Hemingway realized that he could chew on the dental floss we used as well as the regular string we had been letting him chew. Gracie's interest in string/floss is probably learned behavior. She likes to watch us while we are at the bathroom sink, and of course, she has seen us floss our teeth. One day we held out some floss for her, and she started chewing on it. She's a bright little kitty.
A video about a neighbor building between 8:20 and 9:40 (with some pictures at 6:30 and 7:50 pm =)
I blurred the video on purpose, because I wanted to avoid misunderstanding :P
The history of Christianity is full of pain, violence, persecution and misunderstandings. Nevertheless I find in their houses peace, silence, freedom and people with hope in their hearts.
Is like everything really, we can find everywhere what we are looking for.
STATEMENT OF INTENT
SECTION 1 – Final Major Project Guide What is the title of this project? What will you work towards producing and what is your proposed end point? Explain how this relates to your work and ideas from Pathway and how it extends your knowledge, understanding and creative ability.
For my Final Major Project I want to explore social and personal themes such as violence and what can lead to it, such as a misunderstanding of mental health, equality for women and differences in political/religious beliefs. I would like to do this in the form of an animated music video. In pathway I animated a digital collage, perhaps I could do something like this again or at least draw some inspiration from it, this time I could include abstract and freeflow drawings, like the ones I practised in exploratory and lay them over the top of a collage background? That is just one of my ideas.
SECTION 2 – Influences, Research, Sources and Ideas What are the influences, starting points and contextual references and why are they relevant to your ideas? Indicate the subject areas you intend to research and the likely sources of information e.g. performances, galleries, specific locations you plan to visit.
Music is a massive influence in my life so one of my goals is to use a song that I feel like I can be expressive with and/or that means something to me. The significance of representation is something that I have always found interesting, for example I see everything in black and white with the positive things in bright colour so that they stand out – this is something I want to try and capture in my animation, however colours also have opposing meanings, such as red meaning ‘love’ or ‘anger’ which can be applied to the themes I want to explore. I am planning on looking at various places for my research such as contemporary art in public areas, animated music videos for research and gigs to understand how music connects people to one another and the band performing.
SECTION 3 – Techniques, Processes and Timescale Refer to any techniques and processes you intend to use, such as the range of media and materials relevant to your project and how you may use them to explore and develop your ideas. Include studio practice and/or use of particular equipment/software. Provide a timescale which indicates the manner in which you intend to divide your time.
I am aware that my time management in Pathway was not the best and I need to improve on that for this final project. I have a breakdown of the basic things I need to get done in the following months and I will put together a week by week plan in my year planner. I taught myself how to use Adobe Animate for my Pathway project and intend to use it again for this final, and potentially explore more of its features such as drawing directly into the software, making it entirely digitally based.
SECTION 4 – Method of Evaluation How will you critically review/analyse your work and determine if it is successful? How will you identify directions for ongoing development? Do you have a method to record the critical response to your ideas? How do you propose to assess the success of your Final Major Project and what will be your methods of evaluation?
I will record any errors and setbacks that I encounter as well as how I worked around and fixed them in my reflective journal. I am going to make a weekly plan of what I will be doing in college and after it ends as I usually stay late to get more work done, I will also make check lists daily about what I specifically have to do each day. I will also do my best to regularly ask for feedback on my work and ideas from my teachers and peers and try to take their words on board as best as possible. These will also be recorded as notes in my reflective journal. Due to the outbreak of COVID-19, peer feedback will be done via skype or zoom and I will maintain in contact with my tutors via email and upload my work to moodle.
REVIEW OF EXPLORATORY AND PATHWAY
What I learnt from exploratory
The exploratory stage taught me to let go and relax a bit. Before this course I never realised how strict and stressed I got over my art because I wanted it to be perfect and it actually made me not enjoy it as much. Exploratory taught me that art can be anything and that perfection isn’t something you achieve, it’s when you make something you are most proud of and you believe it is your best. The exercises such as drawing a stick with a stick were so simple but it really helped to open my eyes to this. This freedom and abstract is something I want to try and bring into my Final Major Project.
What I learnt from pathway
I became a lot more independent during pathway which I really value as it also made me more confident in talking to teachers about my ideas and getting their advice on various things regarding what I wanted to do, such as getting Judy’s opinion on whether she thought using my plaster mouths in my animation was a good idea or not, and going through Alexa’s collage booklet to find inspiration which actually lead to my final idea for the piece. I also taught myself how to use the Adobe Animate software, which not only gave me confidence in myself but also gave me access to a tool that I can now use in my Final Major Project.
Strengths
- My experimental/test animations were fun to make and as a result they turned out well
- I think I was able to incorporate a lot of my tests (plaster mouths) and research (collages) into my final piece
- I was not too fixed on an idea, I just had a message that I wanted to attempt to deliver and it wasn’t what I had originally planned it to be but I am happy with the result
Weaknesses
- I did not annotate as I went along and had to recall my thoughts at some points
- A lot of my work I tend to not write down and I keep it all in my head, so when the teachers looked through my book they saw inconsistency in my developmental stages where I thought it was perfectly fine (I corrected it)
- I tended to get flustered and would go through highs lows with my work, sometimes getting artists block for a few days to a week, to overcome this I will engage regularly with my peers and tutors via zoom and check in on moodle to read any comments left for me
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone
But it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me
The Beatles
Primeiro ensaio[4]
Modelo: Raquel Gonçalves
Foto por: Willian M. O. Savaris
Edição: Juliana F.G. De Castro
A note for my husband, who likes to potter through my journal when I am not there. He gave me a talking to the other day about getting too friendly with the concreter doing our fences, and how "I could get myself into trouble" when hes not around to "protect me". Spose I should be pretty happy he thinks like that after 11 years!
So yeah, I saw the pakistan flag and I immediately thought of pacman. I was going to put flag of pakistan and flag of paciman, but I know that paki is a derogatory term for pakistanis and didn't wish to cause misunderstanding or offense.
Just passing through
And it's no sacrifice
Just a simple word
It's two hearts living
In two separate worlds
i wanted to spit on this guy's car but i couldn't bring myself to. plus, he was a veteran (from other bumper stickers) and it would have been wrong.
dear noble strict machine,
you tease me with your misunderstanding, the colours of your hair and the close relation between it and how i see you thru.
go fly away, dame of fire.
Living is easy with the eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone, but it all works out.. it doesn't matter much to me.
(ben harper - strawberry fields forever)
From immigration and murder rates to how fat we are, people nearly always get the numbers wrong.
But what does this mean for modern government? How does government work for people who have a shaky grasp of reality? And what can we do about it?
Panel:
Bobby Duffy, author of The Perils of Perception and Professor of Public Policy and Director of the Policy Institute at King's College London
Will Moy, Director of Full Fact
Nancy Kelley, Deputy Chief Executive at The National Centre for Social Research
Chaired by Gavin Freeguard, Programme Director and Head of Data and Transparency at the Institute for Government.
#IfGmoderngov
Photos by Candice McKenzie
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It doesn't matter much to me.
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.
That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right.
That is I think it's not too bad.
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Always no sometimes think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream.
I think I know I mean "Yes," but it's all wrong.
That is I think I disagree.
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.
just to let everyone know that I am fine and nothing is wrong. somehow it seems that someone thought I wasn't , but I can assure you all that I am fine and I think it must have been a misunderstanding.
The new misunderstanding of nature
Sören Hiob, Marcel Hiller, Byung Chul Kim, Travis Meinolf
Eingeladen durch Simon Speiser, Manuel Scheiwiller, Julien Viala und Florian Klette
Es ist da der Wunsch, vielleicht auch ein Sehnen das einem tiefen Gefühl entspringt, dieses Gefühl lebt in uns allen. Es rollt, es dreht sich in uns, es versetzt uns in Bewegung, macht uns blickend macht uns laufend, immer schneller. Die Zweige, welche uns entgegenragen können gar nicht heftig genug auf unsere adrenalindurchtränkten Arme peitschen, wenn wir bis zu den Knien im Schlamm uns durch das Holz schlagen.
Im waldspezifischen Widerstand, ertränkt sich alsbald unweigerlich unser Wollen, dieses gnadenlose, schöne Ist mit unseren Tiefen zu vereinen, in eben dem was uns entgegensteht.
Und dann bleibt uns die Frage in die Rinde geritzt. Leuchtend.
Haus
Wald
Blatt
Papier und Faden
Wir wollen dabei sein wie es geschieht.
Florian Klette
The new misunderstanding of nature
Sören Hiob, Marcel Hiller, Byung Chul Kim, Travis Meinolf
Eingeladen durch Simon Speiser, Manuel Scheiwiller, Julien Viala und Florian Klette
Es ist da der Wunsch, vielleicht auch ein Sehnen das einem tiefen Gefühl entspringt, dieses Gefühl lebt in uns allen. Es rollt, es dreht sich in uns, es versetzt uns in Bewegung, macht uns blickend macht uns laufend, immer schneller. Die Zweige, welche uns entgegenragen können gar nicht heftig genug auf unsere adrenalindurchtränkten Arme peitschen, wenn wir bis zu den Knien im Schlamm uns durch das Holz schlagen.
Im waldspezifischen Widerstand, ertränkt sich alsbald unweigerlich unser Wollen, dieses gnadenlose, schöne Ist mit unseren Tiefen zu vereinen, in eben dem was uns entgegensteht.
Und dann bleibt uns die Frage in die Rinde geritzt. Leuchtend.
Haus
Wald
Blatt
Papier und Faden
Wir wollen dabei sein wie es geschieht.
Florian Klette
London 2007, May. Life Guards. It is alleged that in the Napoleonic era black horses were preferred because they were thought to be stronger. I think it's a misunderstanding coming from the fact that, among the Arabs, "burnt-chestnut" horses were preferred, in a time where Napoleon and its light cavalry units praised horses with Arab blood. Anyway, people bred for colour, and a number of units liked their black horses: French Horse Grenadiers of the Guard, British Life Guards, Royal Horse Guards, and Prussian Leib Hussars. These blacks used by HCav are largely of Irish draught-horse stock: hence these massive chargers…
Let me take you down, 'cause i'm going to
strawberry fields
nothing is real
and nothing to get hung about
strawberry fields forever
Living is easy with eyes closed
misunderstanding all you see
it's getting hard to be someone, but it all works out
it doesn't matter much to me
Let me take you down, 'cause i'm going to
strawberry fields
nothing is real
and nothing to get hung about
strawberry fields forever
No one, i think, is in my tree
i mean, it must be high or low
that is, you can't, you know, tune in, but it's alright
that is, i think it's not too bad
Let me take you down, 'cause i'm going to
strawberry fields
nothing is real
and nothing to get hung about
strawberry fields forever
Always, no, sometimes, think it's me
but, you know, i know when it's a dream
i think, er, no, i mean, er, yes, but it's all wrong
that is, i think i disagree
Let me take you down, 'cause i'm going to
strawberry fields
nothing is real
and nothing to get hung about
strawberry fields forever
strawberry fields forever
strawberry fields forever
This reads:
"MR. & Mrs. Owen:
You are cordially invited to attend a reception at my home - Wednesday evening Jan. 4th, 1911
Sincerely your friend,
Mrs. B. Stuart"
Traditions of the Cape Malays.
It is Important that these traditions are explained to prevent misunderstanding:
Hadat is the name of a dthikr (mantra or repetition of the names of God or phrases refecting Tawheed, (the oneness of God), it comes from a Yemeni Imam Hadad, who I believed lived in the 15th century in the Hadramut and some how probably through traders going to indoneasia and beyond arrived with the Cape Muslims, who were brought as Political prisoners and or slaves in the 17th century, a punishment for resisting Dutch colonialism. The Khalifa or Rifi'i also developed during the time of slavery in South Africa and had several purposes. For the untrained eye and mind one might be quick to come to horrific conclusions on its purpose though I assure u they are completely unfounded. Rifi'i allowed the slaves to maintain there martial arts, known in S.E Asia as Silat, in a dance form it was also a way in which Islam could be prothletised in a visual form at a time when slaves spoke different languages and proselytisation was illegal on pain of death (see statutes of India). Rifi'i became an intertwinement but also a way in which participants could show that if there was enough faith in the oneness of God a participant could overcome anything even a sharp sword or dangerous tool which would draw no blood. the rythem of the drumming and "music" that was created allowed the slaves to practice there dthikr as a way of preserving part of their religion which was practiced in secret .) Dissappearing quickly in some cities in South Africa there is increasing tension between newer scholars who see it as a bidah and the traditionalists. The argument they present is that it is a bidah if it involves verses of the Quran or a form of dthikr that was not practiced during the time of the Prophet S.A.W. True some texts of chanting for the rifi'i shown to me seemed quite questionable with regards to some Islamic principles, but there is now an effort to clean up the few but significant errors and amongst the traditionalists continue the Rifi'i as a living tradition. A testimony if you life to the troubled times of slavery and the difficulties of preserving Islam and allowing it to survive even if the methods seemed a little unorthodox. It must be remembered that very few of the Muslims brought to South Africa hundreds of years ago understood arabic or what they were saying and so in a way some kind of corruption was bound to happen The traditionalists in the wake of the clean up still consider the ceremony as a tradition and not a form of worship but a miracle of belief. In fact the fact that Islam survived at all in South Africa for so long and often in secret may in fact be considered a miracle in itself.
One Imam spoke to me and said, "when one does anything one must question yourself why are u doing something you must consider its purpose and ask are you doing it for God, is your intention the remembrance of God."
N.B
It should be noted however very few people have problems with the Hadat and this is general accepted across all opinions and thoughts in the Islamic community of South Africa
Misunderstandings between two friends, Jageer Singh and Shingara Singh, results in the murder of the later, while Jageer is arrested and sentenced to life in prison. Years later Jageer's son, Gurmeet, is reunited with childhood sweetheart, Pammi, the daughter of Shingara, and both fall in love, much to the chagrin of her mother, Jeeto, who will never permit her daughter to marry the son of the man who killed her husband, and instead arranges her marriage with Raja, the son of Komand Singh.
Author: rAjOo (gunwanti@hotmail.com)
There's no printed menu for Les Trois Petits Bouchons, because the menu changes daily. Luckily, they have table-sized chalkboard versions in English to prevent any misunderstandings.
Now they look even sadder after you hide away her bottom lashes. Taking good before photos to show exactly what the top lashes look will help avoid a misunderstanding later.