Alhamdullilah, i am back after that long sojourn into the heart of the Malay Muslim outback. Almost 40 years on, since the sea yielded up her liquid treasures from her pregnant womb, nothing much has changed in the netherlands of Kelantan and Terengganu in terms of physical and lately, virtual communication infrastructure. In a way, it was a blessing in disguise as inured from the outside world, i was able to explore the complexities of the rural psyche from a close perspective and come away with new found knowledge as to why we are the way we are. Enough fodder for future posts. As for now, the American bonfire is more riveting....
As surely as the snows of Kilimanjaro melt and the Artic and Antartic disrobe themselves of their eternal icy shrouds, an equally portentious meltdown is gripping the desolate streets and alleys of the West. Like a ferocious fire storm, the flaming tongues of the Wall Street bonfire fanned by the winds of greed and hubris, crackle and hiss at the gates of the Citadel while its hapless denizens resort to ever more desperate measures to stave off the towering inferno. And beyond the horizons of the new Babylon, smaller conflagarations of equal venom are threatening to engulf the lives of many an ignorant vain swain who in the heat of amour and the lust for power forgets that the Almighty is the Master of All and Slave of None.
Welcome to Dante's Inferno, where secularism and godlessness are the fuels for an avenging blaze that will transform the American and eventually the global landscape into a Waste Land of despair and devastation. For so long, the world's gangster numero uno had strutted the stage in his Stetsons imposing a Wild Wild West law on all and sundry, killing and maiming with his John Derry. And how his minions enjoyed those moments of false glory!How arrogantly did he bestride the Boardwalk of Ego never aware that beyond the horizon, a High Noon was awaiting. And beneath the blazing sun, met he his Nemesis, who with a swish of the sword smote him down, his corpse and head parted asunder. Like Leviathan did he arise for one last resurrection of his past debauchery ... but nay, the Will of Allah will be done and the Oneeyed Dajjal will fall to his knees..acroppered by the new David. For surely will triumph Islam's Messiah as foretold by the Holy Prophets of yore. Hark! his triumph is well near and Islam will be truth's veneer for every soul far and near.
Revert: To all yankee lovers and gringo suckers, here is some TS Eliot for you. Contemplate on it and have a nice day. After the financial eartquake, look out for and enjoy the California earthquake............
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water.......................................(The Waste Land)