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Hello all!!! Teams are finally in…

Teams are not named… teams will be handing in their names to me shortly 🙂
Teams are as follows

Team A
Abdul Rehman Tahir aka Bull
Raheem Javaid
Yaser Awan
Waqar Mahmood aka Wicky
Jehanzeb Ghauri
Omer Shah
Irfan Khan

Team B
Haider Iqbal
Ghous Haroon
Osman Baig Mirza
Taimur Atta
Saad Akhtar
Faisal Zafar
Ayeshah Alam Khan

Team C
Ibrahim Sajid
Ali Shah
Salman Qureshi aka Saloo Bhai
Zohaib Zaidi aka Jogi
Momo
Yasir Sharif
Adil Candy

Team D
Omair Rana
Babar Sahabdin
Ahmed Sohail aka Bro
Adnan Umer aka AD
Zain Hussain
Bilal Zahid
Salman Naeem

Team E
Omer Qasim
Asad Abbas
Abeer Aqif
Ahmad Khan
Omer Farooq
Tajdar Chaudhry
Nauman Nadeem

This is the starter tournament for the league.. by March the dust should settle and we may add or subtract a few players depending on performance in the tourny… or if there are enough good players then add another team in for the league. Best of luck to everyone…. best of luck for the tourny… 🙂

 

 

Five players who represent Integrity and Respect for the game have been nominated as Captains for the League teams… they are as follows:

Team A: Haider Iqbal

Team B: Abdul Rehman Tahir aka Bull 🙂

Team C: Ibrahim Sajid

Team D: Omar Qasim

Team E: Omair Rana

Congrats to these fine players and lets see what magic they pull out of their teams…stay tuned for pics and updates…if you want to join the volley mania…email me at clubvolleylahore@gmail.com

Ok so we have finally shortlisted players who have been selected to play in the League… we are looking for players who can hold their own on court… League tournaments will be held once a month starting in February… so if you’re up for the game … join the club… email us at Clubvolleylahore@gmail.com

Lets VOLLEY

Gone are the days when we would stalk around the countless stalls of vendors selling greeting cards on New Year, Eid and Valentines. No longer do we look around for fancy writing pads to write letters to our loved ones. The only cards we receive these days are wedding invitations! That too changed recently when a first cousin of mine sent us a text via SMS inviting us for his wedding. So with this age old form of communication out, what are we doing to stay connected and share our happiness and success and even the downs of life with our near and dear ones. FACEBOOK! Yes, we do a lot of our communication through FB. facebook moral limits photo sharing 1 BonFriends 300x200 Facebook Moral Limits   Photo Sharing

I have to be honest in saying that I have to; absolutely have to check my FB at least once a day. Just to see how everyone else is doing. It gives me the opportunity to congratulate my friends on their success and at the same time provide them some sympathy and support in times of distress. So if it’s a new job, a new kid, a new vacation, a new home, a stressing boss…FB tells it all.

The most interesting tool and edge that FB has is defiantly the sharing of photo albums. There are many other websites too through which you can share photo albums but nothing beats FB!

However, one must not forget too much of anything is also not good, even on FB. And this brings me to my main point of discussion.

On a cold December morning I logged into FB wondering what exciting things have happened over the last 12 hours, since I last logged in. One of my close friends posted a comment that his nephew had passed away. A beautiful boy not more than ten years of age and he was requesting us on FB to recite verses from the Holy Quran on his death. This is normal ritual with Muslims to recite holy verses, but what shocked my soul was that along with his comment he had uploaded a picture of the boy just before his burial!

Muslim burial rites require the body to perform the ghusal (last ritual bath before burial) and then the body to be wrapped in plain white cloth before it is lowered in the grave. The boy’s picture was taken after his ghusal and was just ready for burial.

Along with this picture there were pictures of the boy when he was alive. I had not personally known the boy but for a long, long time I just sat staring at the screen simply going from picture to picture. I was comparing the boy’s salmon pink lips to the pale purple lips in death. His eye lashes were so long and bushy. His eyes had an amazing sparkle, which could no longer be seen in his death. His skin was now a pale color. The broad ear to ear smile had vanished into a silent still face. It was one of the most painful experiences I have had to endure.

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It is not the portrayal of death that I protest against but the manner in which the pictures are put up on a social networking site! Is this the correct moral thing to do? How many of us would actually put up pictures of loved ones when they are on the last leg of their journey in this lifetime?

Human nature is such that we need constant support and encouragement not only in good times but we especially need it during our difficult times. But must the need for empathy be so graphical? Where do the boundaries for sharing pictures stop?

For original link please click here http://www.bonfriends.org/2011/01/27/facebook-moral-limits-photo-sharing/

I came across a very interesting video today that shows how the media networks are simply confirming the lies put out by the maulvis or the so called custodians of Islam…who then go on to issues fatwas or death sentences on people…mostly because of the general public having no idea of what the Quran actually says… If only more people actually picked up the Holy Book for themselves and double checked whatever they were being fed… half our issues wouldn’t exist… do take a look at the video below and let me know what you think

This has been done for so many years and for so long that most people don’t even know what the truth is anymore. IQRA…READ for yourself… Yusuf Ali does a good translation if you are looking for English… I honestly believe this is the real Jehad for today… getting the truth out to people and working against these mischief makers. The movement today is not liberals against conservatives… as I believe everyone returns to God and answers for their own soul and its not my business what my neighbour believes… but its Truth vs Lies!!

Wittingly or unwittingly, Salman Taaseer has become a bigger hero in death than he was in life. Many cynics will prefer to remind us of the kind of man he was as a husband or his business ethics. But no matter what he was like in his personal life, the fact is today he stands a hero. He was a man of courage who spoke out against a man made law that has no place in the Islamic Republic of Pakistan. What is saddening to see is many who condone the murder of ST don’t even know why they are codoning it. They are just going with the flow and heresy without really understanding all the facts. So, perhaps it’s time to fight fire with fire

The blasphemy law according to the conservatives, cannot b amended. Isn’t it time that law was then used against any spiritual leader like Maulana Fazl Ur Rehman or Mufti Munib Ur Rehman. On the following grounds:

1. Misleading of Muslim Ummah
2. Maligning the reputation of Islam
3. Not following the Prophet’s (p.b.u.h) example of tolerance

Maybe it’s time for us to get involved in this Jehad. Maybe it’s time for the ones who are tolerant to stand up and be counted as make no mistake , we are being attacked. This is war. Time to fight back and what better way than to use their own tools against them. Just saying

‘The ambulance is more Muslim than you’: Abdul Sattar Edhi
That was the answer Abdul Sattar Edhi gave to a question when once asked ‘why must you pick up Christians and Hindus in your ambulance?’ By any stretch of imagination, Abdul Sattar Edhi is an enigma to most people. None of us truly understand him. I often think that Edhi walks a fine line between passion and lunacy. I am not able to comprehend why this man insists on doing what he does, in the capacity that he does it, for as long as he has done it for. The heart wants to register it, but the mind questions the motive. Motive. What the hell is his motive? Please, someone tell me what this man’s motive is.
Through no easy deduction, I submit that I have discovered the answer to my question. It has taken every critical bone in my body to genuinely understand the answer, but folks, I can safely say that I have finally reached a verdict: there is no motive. There is. No. Motive. Edhi has destroyed my carefully built assessment of Man over the years. He has ruined my calculated analysis of the weaknesses of people. That he has negated all my years of hard earned views on Man single handedly almost leaves me infuriated with him. He has forced me to start over from scratch. For that, I cannot forgive him.
This is a man that I cannot imagine my own life without. Mind you, I have never met him. I don’t want to. There isn’t a single day in my life that has collectively added up in honor to justify me being able to sit opposite Edhi. I have at best, been able to find the courage to go and drop off some extremely basic things at one of his many, many, charity centers the world over. While there, I stay for just long enough to try to fathom what all this man has done for my country. Being an impossible task, I soon give up trying to reach to the bottom of that barrel and leave very quietly. I imagine it is pretty much what anyone what do.
For those unaware of who this man is, let me put it in a very simple way: Hollywood has Batman, Superman, The Hulk, and Spiderman. Pakistan has Edhi.
What has inspired me to write about Edhi? He certainly doesn’t need any more press validating his incredible efforts or work done. He already has, safely locked away, the hearts of some 170 million people. But yesterday, I was brought to my knees by an action I witnessed that for lack of any other descriptive word, I can only describe as ‘Edhi’.
I was in a market in Karachi buying some movies. As I turned to leave for my car, I was fully ready and in anticipation of the small army of beggars I would confront before actually reaching my car. The well trained and relatively well meaning average person already has a few small notes ready in pocket to quickly disperse so as to satisfy some of the beggars, yet be quick enough to plot for a speedy getaway. I too was ready.
As I made my way, a few kids and some adults quickly made their way towards me. I took out three 20 rupee bills and handed them to the three that looked most dressed for the part. 60 rupees and a satisfied conscience later, I reached my car, and quickly got into it. Of course, I still had to wait for a friend who was still in the store. While waiting, a young man no older than 18 years came to my window. He spoke through the raised window with just a loud enough voice that I could make out what he was saying. It started off relatively standard. He told me that he isn’t a beggar, but that he is genuinely very hungry and hasn’t eaten anything all day. He went on to say that he does get daily wages for work he does on a construction site, and that today had just been a bad day for him of no work, and hence no money. He was good. Very good. I was sold. In fact, I was more then sold. I was suddenly very sad. I concluded that I had to help him however I could. The irony is, I am the farthest thing from being a ‘good’ man. This is no reverse psychology. I am truly, incredibly average. I went into my pocket, however, to take out some change, and the only thing I had left was a 500 rupee note. By anyone’s measure, that is a lot of money to give to any beggar. As I mentioned, I’m not a noble man, and I don’t pretend to make a habit of it. I guess he was just good enough at the moment, and I was weak enough at the moment to give the whole 500 to him. His eyes practically popped out of his sockets when he saw the note, and in excitement, he accepted it and showered the usual blessings on me. He went away to the little hotel right next to where we were. I could see him get a bun kebab sandwich and a drink that must have together cost about 85 rupees.
While I was waiting for my friend, I saw him walk to the next store, where outside there was a collection stand for Edhi. You have already anticipated what I’m going to say. That young hungry man put the remaining money he had into Edhi’s drop box for the Flood Relief fund. I couldn’t believe what I saw. I quickly got out of the car, and called the young man over to me.
I asked him why he just did what he did. I also told him that I had given him that money because he himself was poor and he didn’t need to do that. He told me, burger and drink in hand, that his countrymen were under water, and that the only man that could help them was Edhi. He said his hunger was now satisfied, and that he was confident of having paid work the next day, and so he was ok. He went on to say that he was a dumb and helpless person, who couldn’t help anyone even if he knew how, but that Edhi would find a way. He smiled at me, chomped on his burger, and walked away.
I was destroyed. I can’t remember the last time I felt the way I did. I just sat back in my car.
My friend came back, got in the car, looked at me, put on some music, and we drove away. I didn’t mention what I just saw. It was pointless. It was just the moment in itself and it didn’t need rewinding.
As I left the market, I couldn’t get Edhi out of my mind. What level of reliable kindness does it take for an incredibly poor and hungry soul to give away his lion’s share of money and put it into the care of a man he’s never met? More importantly, how powerful a name does one have to have, in a country where names are easily trampled on, that an unprotected drop box miles away from Edhi himself satisfied this young man’s trust enough to blindly drop that money into it. Such is the power of this thin, fragile, 80 year old man who lives with his equally kind hearted wife in one tiny room of one of his charity centers. With a body that can hardly move a small table, this man has moved an entire nation. I would thank Edhi for all that he has done if thanking him was enough. I would recommend the Noble prize for Edhi if that could sum it up. I would do this if I could. I would do that if I could. In truth however, none of it would matter to him. None whatsoever. And that is what makes him so great. So, so, great

The link to the original article is http://usmangulfaraz.blogspot.com/2010/09/ambulance-is-more-muslim-than-you-abdul.html

This past week has seen columns, in these very pages, promoting a new brand of hatred – self-hatred – inciting loathing amongst Pakistanis for themselves and their culture. Using the horrific Sialkot killings, these “western, liberal” columnists have labelled all Pakistanis as “degenerates” and “barbaric”, hurling abusive and shameful generalisations to justify a verbal lynching of Pakistan, its culture and people.
The thrust of one column was as follows: the Sialkot murders mean that ALL Pakistanis should now view themselves as “human cockroaches” that should be “quarantined” from the rest of the world. So what should the wretched Rwandans call themselves? They wiped out half of their population in a killing spree. Is quarantine enough or should they be culled to prevent them exporting their genocidal tendencies? A liberal fatwa is issued: due to the Sialkot atrocity all Pakistanis are now “undeserving of sympathy”. Not even the ones stranded in swirling waters, bereft of food and shelter, not the millions of hardworking labourers, drivers, and builders who toil in foreign lands to support families back home, not even the ones who have been maimed by terrorists, none of them.
The article “Don’t act surprised” penned by an Englishman resident here for a few years is full of gross generalisations, defective reasoning and inflammatory one-liners: “We (sic) are, and have always been, a barbaric, degenerate nation revelling in bloodlust (sic).” Firstly, his arrogance in speaking for all Pakistanis, particularly to emit such defamatory and prejudiced words, is nauseating. Next, the claim that the horrific violence during Partition was “revelled in” and gave “heady, almost orgasmic delight” is a blatant perversion of history. Muslims were more the victims of communal violence, as documented by various noted historians who also describe the role of the departing British colonisers as culpable.
This “bloody” Partition is used by George Fulton to conclude that Pakistan has always been a “barbaric and degenerate nation”. An intellectually feeble extrapolation, as most nations are born out of violence or war. Israel, in 1948, was born out of the terrorisation and forced displacement of Palestinians — tales of which are regaled with much pride to this day by Zionists, their chief leaders even going on to become Israeli prime ministers. Does Mr Fulton think that “Israel is a barbaric and degenerate nation revelling in bloodlust”?
He goes on to state that the Sialkot lynchings are typical of Punjabi culture because Maula Jutt movies prove Punjabis are a bloodthirsty, vengeful lot. So the popularity of gore fests like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre prove that Americans, who also spend hours playing violent video games killing, maiming and torturing for entertainment and relaxation, obviously “celebrate barbarity and vengeance” as per the writer. Attributing the propensity for violence to a specific culture or race is the bigoted reasoning of a racist. Africans were also called “degenerates”, “uncivilised barbarians” who deserved to be enslaved due to their “savage” ways.
These columnists would not dare to write in such sadistic terms about western cultures. No, they only prey on weak – pure lynch mob mentality – developing nations like Pakistan, battered by natural catastrophe, war and poverty. The reality is that Pakistanis are inherently no better and no worse than any other people. The best amongst us lay down our lives to rescue those in need, open our homes and hearts to complete strangers, protest peacefully for justice. The worst amongst us are as brutal as the mobs which massacred women and children in the streets of Gujarat, with the Indian police looking on, harbour as much bigotry as the preachers of hate, whether they be Christian, Hindu, or Muslim. When the rule of law is eroded, men, irrespective of race, turn into an unruly mob – as evidenced by numerous studies and the good citizens of New Orleans who looted and rampaged in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina – police officers turn into executioners and ordinary people into accomplices. Pakistanis will and must maintain pressure to obtain justice in Sialkot. They will do so not out of self-loathing or in response to the verbal lynching liberals, but because they believe it is the right thing to do.

Link to original article is http://tribune.com.pk/story/43452/the-liberal-lynch-mob/