Dear Lord,
I thank you for the bounties you have bestowed on me.
But I must admit that feel terribly embarrassed to have in my possession an ass-kicking ruby-red ipod.
Lord, its so awesome; I merely flash it and the Deccan girls raise a leg n reveal matching panties.
I want to assure you that I know that an ordinary mp3 player does the job, and anything else is mere luxury and unnecessary. I am embarrassed, dear Lord, for the vanity of choosing the sexy, saucy shellfish of a pod that does no justice to your cause, makes no difference to anyone's future and only deepens our dependence on shiny things.
I remember reading or hearing at one of the few lectures I have been to - that the holy Prophet - despite his wealth - used to eat dates and not imported prawns from Mozambique. His simplicity was his wealth; his thoughts & actions the real shiny stone.
I don't like to rat people out - and I am not qualified in anyway to report to you - but I really think that those who follow sunnats; flanked by lavish cars, clothes and gadgets are really mocking his ideals of a world where equality should be strived for, where poverty ought to be abolished and where man/woman should stand shoulder to shoulder/breast to breast as one single mass of collective equals.
It makes me angry, dear Lord, when people praise your name for their exclusionary luxury.
They take your name in vain, oh Lord, as they satisfy and quench the seas of their earthly desires.
They qualify such by your grace to afford us aptitude and skill to produce amazing feats, but hold less thought for those who suffer without basic neccesity.
How shalt we praise you with such disregard?!
Lord, I am angry.
The anger makes the ions in my blood seethe into combustible clouds....
I think they can take their beliefs, scarves and miswaks and stick it where the sun don't shine. I am not judging them, Lord. Okay, may be I am, just a little, but I am just saying that they making masti with the logic of your law and whoring it a world of accumulation that has no sizable place in your love.
regards & heavenly praises,
Freelance hero.