Sunday, June 22, 2008

''Indians are obsequious'' and other racist claptrap

For me, one of the biggest challenges of living 'abroad' has been having one's 'nationality' -- and all the positive and negative stereotypes that go with it -- rubbed in one's face several times a day. Never mind if you can't tie a sari to save your life or don't cook nihari for breakfast every weekend, people just assume that you do all the things desis are supposed to do in bollywood movies and tv serials, but are just too embarrassed to admit it in public.
How irritating is that?!
I've been brought up to be polite and considerate, to be solicitous of others' well-being before one's own, to never, ever be outright rude but to withdraw (from conversations/relationships) if they're heading towards a nasty, messy showdown.
To have regular good manners thought of as a racial characteristic, a vestige from years of being colonised makes me want to go up in smoke, honestly. Is this a sign of the times or what, when people are so used to being treated badly that plain ole good manners seem OTT?
This is just a waseeyah to my kids (in case good manners are extinct and completely out of fashion by the time they grow up): don't lose your adab just because people around you have lost theirs/don't appreciate/recognise good manners when they see some .
As Ustaadh Muhammad Al-Shareef writes: Rasul Allah, sal Allah alayhi wa sallam, said, "A believer mayachieve the status of one who fasts during the day regularly andspends the night regularly in prayer: through his good manners."
[Lessons from this Hadith]Ask yourself, what outstanding characteristic am I lacking inthe most? And then, for the next 10 days, just work on buildingthat blessed characteristic into your outstanding mannersportfolio!''

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Wednesday, March 05, 2008

fee amaanillaah




I thought I was scared of flying too, until this time.
Travelling on my own for the first time, I actually dared to peep out of the open window shades.
To see swirls of light and dark clouds, pinpoints of light, mountains and the sea, and a magic horizon that seemed to veer out of reach just as the 'plane reached closer.
I felt so close to Him, the Owner of the Ways of Ascent, to whom ascend the angels and the Rooh.
I truly felt fee amaanillaah (in Allaah's preserve). subhaanallaah.
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In other news, it wasn't just my imagination: I now have it on good authority that people (airlines staff and travellers) are definitely unfriendlier to mums with babies and much more accommodating to single ladies travelling alone.

Each time I've travelled with kids in tow I've had to weather condescending clucks of the tongue, semi-exasperated sighs from strangers of all shapes and stripes. However, this time, ironically when I needed very little help/assistance from people, everyone was uber polite and eager to please. What's up with that?


Reminds me of this really sweet article that I'd posted the last time I travelled, worth a re-post I think:
Beauty v/s Babies and Beards
By: Rabbi Shmuley Boteach (courtesy: Beliefnet)
Have you ever tried to infiltrate business class holding a baby? Had I arrived with something actually ticking that said “BOMB” in big, bold letters, I would have been accorded a more pleasant reception. Everyone looked at me as if I had boarded with an obvious contagious disease. The baby, coupled with the fact that the guy bringing “it” on board had a yarmulke and an unruly beard (i.e., obviously one of those religious fanatics who is far too fertile by half), had most of the passengers ready to trade in their expensive business-class tickets to fly cargo.
Next, the official persecution began. After great efforts on my part to get settled with my baby into my seat, while maintaining access to the thirty books that I needed to research my next book, the flight attendant walked over. “Is that your seat?” she asked, skepticism oozing out of every well-powdered pore. I confirmed that it was. “Are you sure?” she asked. I confirmed that I was. “I’m going to have to see your boarding pass.” I was indignant. “Let me get this straight,” I said to her. “There are thirty passengers in business, and you single me out and demand my boarding pass?” “If you don’t immediately present your boarding pass, I will have you removed from the airplane.” I picked up the baby, removed the library from my lap, reached into the overhead compartment, rummaged through my bag, found the boarding pass, presented it to the stewardess, and took a deep breath. She looked it over. There it was, in black and white, Seat 2F. “Wait here,” she said. She went to the front of the aircraft, returning a few minutes later. “Were you upgraded on this flight?” “No,” I said, “I was booked in business from the outset.” Foiled in her mission to rid business class of beards and babies, she retreated to the other well-coiffed stewardess, and spent the next ten hours whispering and pointing, even after the baby was transferred to my wife who was sitting with the common folks.
Fast forward, two weeks. I am now traveling first class on a flight from Newark to Dallas, courtesy of a TV station. I have no baby, just a laptop. They announce that First Class passengers may board. I start ambling forward when, pushing through the crowd, I am scuttled aside by a very tall, leggy blonde. Her arrogant demeanor says one thing: model. Within a few minutes she is ensconced in her bulkhead seat, a pristine white poodle by her side, which she hugs and kisses and shares her drink with. First I have to witness the nauseating spectacle of all of the female flight attendants queuing up to pet the dog. “Oh, is this yours? She’s just gorgeous. Oh, Stacy, come and look at this beautiful little furry thing.” How my baby and I had earlier been treated immediately comes to mind. Later I notice that the flight attendants pretend not to see when Missy Long Legs holds the pooch during landing when “it” should have been put in its container.
The hypothetical scoreboard high in the clouds reads, Beauty: One, Beard: Zero.
Dog: One. Baby: Zero. I was frankly flummoxed by the degree of attention that was heaped upon this passenger, and how the other women treated her as their natural superior. In 1996, nearly 700,000 Americans underwent plastic surgery for aesthetic purposes. In the U.S. people spend more money on beauty than they do on education or social services—a good illustration of our priorities.
There is something seriously wrong in the world when children are treated as a nuisance while dogs are treated as love objects. And there is something seriously amiss when appearance, rather than actions, can dictate likeability. There is something dangerously off track when men and women who love children, and aren't afraid to have large families, must feel apologetic and guilty for doing so. To paraphrase Martin Luther King, we await the day when our children will be judged by the content of their character rather than the comeliness of their skin. And we await the day when the fact of our children’s existence is not judged at all, but seen as the embodiment of infinite blessing .

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Friday, February 29, 2008

it's raining death

innaa lillaahi wa innaa ilayhi raaji'oon
from: Arab News
GAZA CITY/RAMALLAH, 29 February 2008 — The Israeli warplanes continued Wednesday night and early yesterday to target different sites in the Gaza Strip killing nine civilians including three children and a 5-month-old infant. Several other people were also wounded during the attacks, witnesses and medical sources said.
Palestinian media and medics reported late in the evening that three children from one family were killed and a fourth was critically wounded when the Israeli warplanes targeted them while they were playing in eastern Jablaiy refugee camp in the northern of the Gaza Strip.

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An infant was killed in an airstrike on Hamas government building in Gaza city last night ...after nightfall, an Israeli strike killed two children as they left a mosque, local sources said.

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Thursday, January 31, 2008

plastic baby bottles in hot water


Hot water 'increases baby bottle chemicals'
Alok Jha, science correspondent
The Guardian,
Hot liquids dramatically increase the amount of harmful chemicals released by plastic bottles, according to a study.
Scientists found that polycarbonate plastic bottles released a known environmental pollutant 55 times more quickly when filled with boiling water.
Polycarbonate is used to make everything from compact discs to milk bottles for babies. The plastic is made from bisphenol A, a chemical produced in large volumes across the world. But over time, the plastic leaches its raw ingredient back into the environment.
"There are a lot of concerns surrounding bisphenol A," said David Santillo, senior scientist at the Greenpeace research laboratory in Exeter. "It is a hormone disrupter able to mimic and interfere with hormone systems in animals."
In the experiment, Scott Belcher, of the University of Cincinnati College of Medicine, wanted to work out how bisphenol A leaked out of polycarbonates and whether the temperature of the liquid stored in the bottle affected the rate.
"Previous studies have shown that if you repeatedly scrub, dish-wash and boil polycarbonate baby bottles, they release bisphenol A. But we wanted to know if 'normal' use caused increased release from something that we all use, and to identify what was the most important factor that impacts release," he said.
Belcher took reusable water bottles and tested them for seven days with room temperature water and then boiling water, simulating normal usage during backpacking, mountaineering and other outdoor adventure activities.
He found that boiling water released bisphenol A from the bottles up to 55 times more quickly than the lower-temperature water.
The results, published in the latest edition of the journal Toxicology Letters, found that with room temperature water the rate of release from individual bottles ranged from 0.2 to 0.8 nanograms of bisphenol A an hour. After exposure to boiling water, rates increased to 8 to 32 nanograms an hour.
"A nanogram is a fairly small amount but, given that a lot of hormones work at levels far below that, even if it's not as potent as a natural hormone, you are in the range there which could be contributing to adverse effects," said Santillo.
He added that Belcher's research should renew calls to develop alternative materials for baby milk bottles.
"Newborn babies are at a very sensitive stage of their development and the last thing you want to be doing is dosing them with a very potent hormone disruptor," he said. "If there are ways of avoiding that, the time has come for the public to know about those."

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Saturday, November 10, 2007

w00t:404 no more!

for someone who's constantly reading so much of (and on) popular culture in the media, I've always wondered how the meanings of some newfangled words have eluded me.
Like w00t. I mean I knew it had something to do with crowing over one's own abilities/accomplishments, but who knew this:
Definition of woot (wüt):
1. (interj.) Celebratory exclamation used especially in online role-playing games.
Origins: From whoot or hoot, a howl or other such sound. In humans, an expression of gratitude while, in animals, it is a form of communication.
Example: Woot! I gained a level!
2. (acro.) We Owned Other Team. Alternatively spelled w00t or w007.
Origins: Initially used by gamers to express victory via landslide, now its meaning has been generalized to express accomplishment.
I got this particular gem from unwords.com, a website dedicated to "changing the English language one word at a time."
The website is also the destination of choice if you're a 404 on the meanings of other 21st century colloquialisms like 'boondongle', 'clicklexia', 'compulsive away disorder' or can't make out a word when others 'disemvowel' the contents of their brains on a computer.
fascinating, I tell you.

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Sunday, October 07, 2007

The Famous Five's Kids!

fivenewFamousold

"Enid Blyton's Famous Five are being given a 21st-century makeover for a new TV cartoon series. Gone are Julian, Anne, Dick, George and Timmy the dog and in their place come the next generation - Jo, Max, Dylan and Allie - descendants of the original characters, and a new dog called Timmy II.
The original stories began in 1942 with Five On A Treasure Island and the youngsters had no more gadgetry than a penknife or two. But the 2007 Five have laptops and mobile phones.
There is a half-Indian character, Jo, the daughter of the original tomboy Georgina, who replaces Aunt Fanny as the host for the children's school-holiday adventures."
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Even though the authors say they're taking great pains to ensure that the "essence" of the old books is retained, I for one, don't believe in successful on-screen re-births.
Instead of 'creating hype and curiosity for old Famous-Five fans', this particular bit of news has only left me feeling dated.

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Thursday, August 23, 2007

catching 'em young

Seven-year-old Muslim boy stopped in US three times on suspicion of being a "terrorist"

For seven-year-old Javaid Iqbal, the holiday to Florida was a dream trip to reward him for doing well at school.
But he was left in tears after he was stopped repeatedly at airports on suspicion of being a terrorist.
The security alerts were triggered because Javaid shares his name with a Pakistani man deported from the US, prompting staff at three airports to question his family about his identity.
The family even missed their flight home from the U.S. after officials cancelled their tickets in the confusion. And Javaid's passport now contains a sticker saying he has undergone highlevel security checks.

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It would have been funny were it not so ridiculously sad.

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Monday, August 20, 2007

40 reasons to be a "me-me" instead of mummy

Would your life be better without children?
Corinne Maier says yes in her new book called No Kid: 40 Reasons Not to Have Children (No Kid: Quarante raisons de ne pas avoir d’enfant, by Corinne Maier, published by Michalon, €14 (£9.50) which has scandalised the parents of France.
In an interview with a Times journalist, she explains her reasons why, which include:“Children are there to stop you enjoying yourself. It’s a child’s hidden face. Believe me, he will be very inventive in this area. He will be ill when you (finally) arrange a night out, he will bug you when you celebrate your birthday with your friends, he will hate it if you bring someone he’s never met back for the night, and beyond that you won’t dare tread for fear of traumatising him for life.”
She goes on to list the things you will almost certainly have to give up after having children. They include: a full night’s sleep, a lie-in, deciding to go to the cinema on the spur of the moment, staying out later than midnight (babysitters have to be relieved), visiting a museum or exhibition (children start mucking about after five mintues), taking your holiday anywhere other than destinations where there is a beach and a kids’ club, taking a holiday during term-time and smoking in front of your children, now deemed a “crime against humanity”."
All of which seem like pretty good reasons to me to have children...children are perhaps Allaah's way of preventing human beings from being consumed by their own selfishness.
The journalist, it seems, was inspired by the author and came up with her own 20 reasons not to have kids at the end of the article:
-- Childbirth is torture
— You will become a mobile feeding bottle
— You will struggle to continue having fun yourself
— You will lose touch with your friends
— You will have to learn a language of idiots to communicate with your children
— Your children will kill your desire
— Children sound the death knell of the couple
— Having children is conformist
— Children are expensive
— You will be duped into thinking that there is such a thing as a perfect child
— You will inevitably be disappointed by your own child
— You will be expected to be a mother before you are a professional and a woman
— Families are a nightmare
— Children will put the seal on your childhood dreams
— You can’t stop yourself wanting complete happiness for your progeny
— Staying at home to look after children is breathtakingly dull
— You have to choose between motherhood and professional success
When a child appears, the father disappears (subhaanallaah...sign of the times or what?!)
— There are already too many children on the planet Children are dangerous. They will take you to court without a second thought
This list, even if it's tongue-in-cheek, is a really sad reflection on the popular perception of parenthood...(it's not even an East v/s West, Muslim v/s non-Muslim thing...I've heard of similar stuff from people of all cultures and religious persuasions.)
All I have to say is "innamal 'aamaalu bin niyyah" (every action is judged by its underlying intention)...may Allaah raise our children to righteousness, make them the coolness of our eyes and a source of reward in this world and the next. Aaameen.

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Sunday, August 19, 2007

only in America!

Outsourcing parenthood
from: Evening Standard via GulfNews
The new trend in American parenting is to outsource the job. This takes nannying to the highest possible art form: all the stuff that bores you rigid can now be subcontracted out to someone else.
It started when American working mothers realised they were spending an average of 18 more hours a week at work than they did in 1965, leaving less time for housework. Some genius hit on the fact that they could corner the market in getting some sap to do boring household chores.
So now, someone else can make your child's lunchbox. A firm based in Virginia, Health-e-Lunch Kids, has found a niche supplying brownbag lunches to children on their way to school. Other firms have sprouted up across the country.
You can also pay someone to take your child not only to school, giving you a few extra minutes in bed every day, but also to football practice and to the dentist.
You can also hire someone to come and comb the lice out of your child's hair. A couple in Houston spent months washing their child's head with olive oil and finally, in desperation, hired a woman called Penny Warner, who owns a firm called the Texas Lice Squad.
Penny's job is to go from house to house in her minivan with a bottle of Nix and a comb. She charges $55 (Dh202) per hour. She has done so well with frustrated parents that in the autumn she is swapping her minivan for a real office, with a shopfront and staff.
What does this all mean to the future of parenting? Last year, an American journalist based in London wrote about how bored she was with her children.
The article caused a furore in America, where people wanted to lynch her. But the truth was that, on some levels, she was right -- it is not fun to read Thomas the Tank Engine 500 times, or to smear sunblock on a wriggling toddler, or to make small talk with people you ordinarily would not be caught dead with on children's playdates. But when it comes to children, these tasks should be done out of duty, obligation, and yes, love.
The farming-out of parenthood is all in the interest of helping exhausted mothers and fathers achieve that perfect state of lifework balance. The truth is: there is no balance.
Whenever I try to complain to my mother about how tired I am, she - a mother of seven - snaps: "You're a mother. You're supposed to be tired."
But not in America, where everything can be perfected.
There is so much I miss about my home country. The energy and that corny Hollywood-themed inspiration that everyone can achieve their dream if they want to. But not the notion that anything can be bought: youth with an injection of Botox; status with a membership to the right club - and parenthood by merely finding the right staff.

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Thursday, August 16, 2007

The Real Toy Story

Ever wondered how happy are the people who make the cheap 'Made-in-China' toys that come with your children's "Happy Meals" and "Kiddie Meals" at fast food restaurants?

Here's your chance to find out:"Happy Meal" Toys Made by Sad Sweatshop Workers

I got thinking about this b/z of the recent ruckus regarding Mattel's recall of nearly two million Chinese-made toys over concerns they contain excessive levels of lead paint and loose parts.

An extract from 'The Real Toy Story' by Eric Clark (published by Black Swan at £8.99) reveals the real cost of cheap toys from China:

"The dominance of China in toy production is staggering.
There are about 8,000 factories employing some three million workers spread over six areas, of which the Pearl River Delta is by far the largest. Virtually all the familiar Western toy names - led by U.S. giants Mattel and Hasbro - are made here. These workers make 80 per cent of all America's toys.
In children's picture books, Santa's beaming elves may still be making the toys, but the reality is that for elves we should read migrants - millions of them who have travelled by bus from rural areas up to three days' journey away, part of the biggest movement of people in human history.
Since the migration began, more than 50 million have passed through the factories of Guangdong province, where the Pearl River Delta lies.
If it is almost impossible to comprehend the scale of the movement of people, it is even more difficult for a Westerner to imagine the daily life of one of these toy workers.
Conditions obviously vary, from the acceptable to the unimaginably awful, but it is possible, from a host of reports and interviews conducted well away from factory premises, to construct a composite of the life and working conditions of one of the workers.
Li Mei is worn out, so she looks older than her 18 years.
Her skin is bad from too little daylight and she has many healing and still-open cuts on her hands.
Her neck, chest and forearms are heavily mottled with the raised red patches of allergy caused by toxic chemicals, which she scratches as she speaks.
She coughs a lot, and has chronic aches and pains, frequent headaches and blurred vision.
All these ailments have appeared during the past two years. Li Mei is a migrant from the rural province of Western Sichuan. At first, she is thrilled to be one of the dagongmei - the working girls - and to leave the hamlet where there are no roads and only limited electricity. But she is frightened because the factories have a reputation as sweatshops. Many return with disfigurements and illnesses.
And there was the fate of Li Chunmei.
Lin Chunmei, 19, was a 'runner' in the Bainan Toy Factory, rushing stuffed animals from one worker to the next for each step in production.
Mattel recalled thousands of toys over choking fearsIt was said she ran 16 hours a day, seven days a week, for two solid months.
Lin Chunmei was paid the equivalent of 7 pence an hour.
She collapsed one night, bleeding from nose and mouth, and was found hours later. She died before the ambulance arrived. Her parents were told it was an 'unknown death' and received a small sum in compensation.
But the villagers said it was the new disease, death from overwork.
Li Mei is certain nothing like this will happen to her: she is strong, accustomed to physically demanding tasks such as drawing water and cutting wood.
Her parents have borrowed heavily to buy the various personal documents she needs.
In four or five years, she plans to go home, buy a house and get married. She thinks about this all the time.
The factory where she toils is one of three buildings in a compound with high fences and a sliding metal gate, where two guards check everyone going in and out.
Beside it stands a warehouse and dormitory block. Li Mei's dormitory is on the eighth floor, a small room about 12 by 23 feet.
There are 32 rooms like it on this floor.
It is lit by a single fluorescent bar - her wages have the electricity costs docked - and the floor is concrete.
Double and triple bunk beds made of metal take up every inch of wall space.
During peak periods, when the factory takes on extra staff, girls often sleep two to a single bed.
Under the window, a grubby sink has a single tap. A notice is stuck to the wall, rules which another girl reads to her.
There are many, so she can remember only a few: 'No step on grass, offenders will be fined 50 yuan (£3.30).' 'No male or female staff going to the other gender's dormitory. The offender will be fired.'
Li Mei waits in a long queue of girls for the bathroom that two dozen people use to shower and wash their clothes. She is still there at midnight, when everyone in the village has long been asleep, but the workers are only just off shift, too tired even to grumble as they wait in line. Sometimes, the girl beside her says, 'there is no water even to brush your teeth, and the toilet is horrible.' The water (which, like lavatory paper, Li Mei is charged for) is cold. By 2am she is finally in her lower bunk bed, separated from the hard surface by a straw mat even thinner than the one she uses at home. Next morning she has no breakfast, for it is a meal she has to buy and prepare herself.

At 7.30am, in factory uniform of blue blouse with a white collar over trousers with her ID card displayed (she would be fined two days' wages if it was lost), she follows her guide through passages lined with cardboard boxes.
The air in the spraying and colouring department is filled with paint dust and smells sourly of chemicals -acetone, ethylene, trichloride, benzene.
The windows are fitted with wire mesh, the exits locked to prevent pilfering.
Noisy ventilators add to the din of the machines so the team leader has to shout to be heard.
Li Mei is given a blue apron and shown how to paint the eyes of the dolls with four pens of different sizes: she has to paint one every 7.2 seconds - 4,000 a day.
By the end of the second day, Li Mei's cotton mask and gloves are thick with paint particles and difficult to use. She asks for new ones but is refused. During the first few days, she finds the heat combined with the smell of chemicals repulsive.
She feels sick, has stomach-aches and is dizzy. Once, when she faints, her section leader tells her to rest, rub on some herbal ointment then return to work. Li Mei sneezes constantly and her eyes stream.
The bosses move her to the moulding department. She feels a blast of heat - she is told later it rises to 104F - when the door is opened. She is told to watch the other workers and then begins to stamp out parts of plastic dolls with repetitive movements performed many times a minute, 3,000 times a day. Gloves are issued but no one can wear them - it is unbearably hot and they make it difficult to handle the tiny plastic parts: once the production line starts, her hands and eyes cannot stop for a minute.
Li Mei has to learn a lot of rules because she will be fined for any infringement.
Her section leader tells her there is to be no chatting, joking, laughing or quarrelling.
She must not disturb anyone's work, nap, or read a newspaper.
She must not fail to punch her work card, nor must she punch in for another worker.
She will lose two hours' wages for each minute she is late, and for half an hour she will lose a day's pay. For poor quality work, she may be dismissed or fined.
So she works carefully - and that means too slowly, so she is fined two days' pay.
Like most workers, Li Mei knows within a month that she is being unlawfully exploited.
She soon has wounds on her hands and elbows, and burn marks on her uniform.
When she is moved to a job trimming the plastic toys with small sharp knives, she often cuts herself, once so badly that her hand bleeds heavily - but the medical box is locked. So she binds the wound up in cloth. Worse things happen: workers in the die-casting and moulding departments lose fingers and even arms, while hole-making workers often have their hands punctured and crushed because they have no reinforced gloves.
With her tiny pay and all her debts, Li Mei cannot save. She cannot resign from the factory but must apply for 'voluntary automatic leave'. This means she would be severing the 'work contract' at her request. As punishment she must forfeit one-and-a-half months' wages. Without that, she does not have enough for the fare home. Li Mei says: "I'm tired to death and I don't earn much. "It makes everything meaningless." All she can do is go on. "When we are working at the factory, we belong to the factory."
The American toy industry dominates the whole of the globe. It is a $22 billion business. Every year it puts almost 3.6 billion toys into the home market alone, including 76 million dolls, 349 million plush toys, 125 million action figures, 279 million Hot Wheels and Matchbox cars.
Yet the toy business is no longer fun and games. It's a harsh, corporate world, driven by social and demographic changes, concerns about stock prices and fierce battles between global brands. By law, the maximum any Chinese worker should be on the assembly line is 53 hours per week.
But the China Labour Bulletin, a Hong Kong-based journal supporting independent unions and workers' rights, says 80 hours is common.
"Mattel has no way to know the truth about what really goes on here," said one worker. "Every time there is an inspection, the bosses tell us what lies to say."
This was supported by others who said that managers promised them extra pay if they pretended that they worked only eight hours a day, six days a week.
One government official, speaking on condition of anonymity, revealed that when government officers or foreign business executives visit the factories, the managers are tipped off beforehand and under-age workers are sent home.
In August 2006, the Chinese press carried the story of a female migrant worker who died from brain-stem bleeding after reportedly working non-stop for 21 hours in a toy factory in Zengzheng county in Guangzhou. But it is unrealistic to expect that Chinese manufacturers will voluntarily improve conditions for workers.
The crux of the problem is this: by demanding that their suppliers produce goods at ever cheaper prices and demanding deadlines, the toy industry is almost forcing them to act illegally, despite the codes of practice it struggles to impose on them.
For consumers, this presents a dilemma which was neatly summed up for me by a couple pushing a loaded trolley down the toy aisles of a large superstore last Christmas.
"They're probably made under awful conditions but what do you do?" they asked.
"Accept it, or leave the kids with nothing."

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Saturday, August 11, 2007

this could have been my/your daughter

I've received a link to a memorial website set up for Abeer Qasim Hamza Al-Janabi, the 14-year-old girl from Iraq who was brutally molested and murdered in cold-blood by American soldiers.

innaa lillaahi wa innaa ilayhi raaji'oon...to Allaah we belong and to Him is the return.

Please spare a prayer for the oppressed and suffering, everywhere.

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Saturday, May 26, 2007

how my son was introduced to eminem on the school bus

so...a couple of days back my kindergartener gets off the school bus, humming a little to himself, the picture of tubby cuteness...maa shaa Allaah...and I'm thinking to myself alhamdulillaah he likes his school.

A couple of days later, he's tinkering with his cars and making sounds that sound to me like ''do-ing..do-ing..do-ing'' and I'm thinking this is probably the 21st century digitised equivalent of ka-boom or crash or bang...which are the sounds that cars are supposed to be making when they're involved in races/crashes...so all's well so far, no parental alarms go off in my mind.

More time passes by and I hear him mumbling some words and then singing a refrain, at odd moments of the day: ''do-ing.. do-ing do-ing.'' Is this some kind of new fangled nursery rhyme that I've forgotten/failed to pick up in my school days?

I google (what else?) the refrain, and let me warn you, the results are not pretty.

One website lists ''20 Worst Lyrics'', and includes this particular song by eminem among them.
When I enquired at the school if eminem features in the current KG curriculum, it naturally does not; but there are kids on the bus who listen to these songs on their way back from school on their mobiles/i-pods, and the entire bus ...KG kids et al ...join in the refrain.

When I expressed my resentment/repugnance at my child being exposed to such repulsiveness during the course of acquiring an education, the answer was: ''this is an international school...'' and it goes without saying that kids ...even Muslim ones there are going to behave in an ''international'' not Islaamic manner...and as is obvious to the entire world excluding fundamentalist hicks like me, eminem is as international as one can get.

A lot of people who listen to music routinely crib about ''fundamentalists'' ''infringing'' on their rights to enjoy music ...what about the other way around? Do people who believe that music is haraam and try to save themselves and their families from falling prey to this ...there's no other word for it ...epidemic... have any rights at all?
How many times do people unwillingly find themselves with ''songs stuck in their heads'' ...unwanted pieces of white noise they've unwittingly picked up in supermarkets or superstores or the subway or cabs or simply shared air? Do they have the right to protect their senses, or is having to endure this assault on the senses one of the penalties of not living in a coccoon?

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Wednesday, May 16, 2007

every parent's nightmare

I've been following the unexplained, tragic disappearance of Brit youngster Madeleine McCann from her parents' locked holiday apartment in Portugal...may Allaah have mercy on the little girl and keep her in His protection.
There are some very vital issues being brought up in relation to the disappearance: does an occasional parental lapse make otherwise conscientious parents guilty of parental neglect? were the McCanns (out having a meal in a nearby restaurant) ''asking for trouble'' by leaving such young children (aged 3 and 2-year-old twins) unattended in a foreign country? the sexualisation of little children...what makes perverts pick on them? what happens when a parent's best simply isn't enough?
It's the stuff every parent's nightmares are made of...I've seen innumerable instances of children getting 'misplaced' at the Haram in Makkah and Madeenah where they have special bureaus for reporting lost children...most of our acquaintances and friends narrate stories of having their kids slip away for a mere millisecond in public places at some point, and then having to hunt for them for several harrowing hours...
It's a recurrent nightmare I have...looking for /losing one of my children... that makes me inclined to err on the side of caution and behave in (what abu-R-R calls) a ''completely paranoid'' way when we go out en famille... I try and keep all the kids within my range of vision (not an easy task in parks) and physically check up on them (read *run* after them if they wander out of the parental radar limits) in striking contrast to maternal public behaviour in these parts, which is pretty laidback and more inclined to ''oh they'll turn up eventually, kids usually do...'' while nonchalantly sipping qahwa or poring over supermarket shelves/clothes racks. This, despite the frequent reports of gruesome kidnappings and murders of children...
I ask Allaah for aafiyah for all children...may Allaah keep them in His protection always and save them from the evil of men and jinn and never burden us with that which we cannot bear...Aameen.
PS: This is a touching post from a parent's perspective...
Please spare a prayer for suffering parents and kids everywhere...

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Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Stay-at-Home Mums= Nazis??!

Stay-at-home moms called Nazis
BERLIN, April 2 (UPI)
Feminists in Germany say a celebrity author who advocates that women stay at home to raise families is evoking memories of World War II Nazis.
Former television news host Eva Herman, 47, wrote a book filled with letters from women who now wish they had chosen to raise their own families instead of working. Herman also says mothers should be paid $22,000 to $27,500 as "family managers," a Times of London correspondent reported from Berlin.
However, Alice Schwarzer, a feminist campaigner and magazine editor evoked memories of the Nazi era, when women who had more than three children were awarded a medal called the Mother's Cross.
In response, Herman filled in more of the history of wartime motherhood.
"During (that) era mothers were separated from their children. It is absurd to make that link," she said.

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Tuesday, April 03, 2007

the year is 2007...or is it 1984?

I know not many people read or agree with alternative news/opinions, and while it's true that it sometimes borders on hyperbole/exaggeration, but this is just too uncannily accurate...

"Nearly all children nowadays were horrible. What was worst of all was that by means of such organizations as the Spies they were systematically turned into ungovernable little savages, and yet this produced in them no tendency whatever to rebel against the discipline of the Party. On the contrary, they adored the Party and everything connected with it. All their ferocity was turned outwards, against the enemies of the State, against foreigners, traitors, saboteurs, thought-criminals. It was almost normal for people over thirty to be frightened of their own children."
George Orwell's 1984, page 24

"George knew where it was going. He knew full well... "such organizations" being the schools, the media and peer pressure. "the party" being their herd mentality and its demand to be 'cool' by conforming. "the state" being their myopic little world and its addictions to drugs and 'celebrity' culture... and their adoration of a virtual media of violence...and a bedrock reverence for non-accountability.

And now it IS common for people 'over thirty' (not to mention teachers) to be wary and often frightened of their own and this society's children."

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"Don't you see that the whole aim of 'Newspeak' is to narrow the range of thought? Has it ever occurred to you, Winston, that by the year 2050, at the very latest, not a single human being will be alive who could understand such a conversation as we are having now? The whole climate of thought will be different. In fact, there will be no thought, as we understand it now. Orthodoxy means not thinking, not needing to think. Orthodoxy is unconsciousness."

-George Orwell's 1984, Syme, page 46-47

And how many times have we noted the dumbing down of our young people and the deliberate dessication of a once vibrant 'adult' national intellect...euthanized by the ruthlessly brilliant, stealth onslaught of mindless, virtual electro-'entertainment'... The art of reading is on life-support...and is being/has been largely replaced by a servile REactive national psychosis...as if a walk-in alien consciousness has been installed in the masses which feeds upon activism and PROactive life energy. In many ways, that is precisely, exactly what has been done. It's all here NOW, from mind-numbing fluoride and aspartame (now in over 6,000 products) to GM crops with their often fatal laboratory tests...

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Thursday, March 22, 2007

2 very sorry stories

Mummy, will you ever come home? is a story in the Gulf News on how maids are forced to leave behind/neglect their own children to take care of others' kids...and Boy Left in Hospital With No Support is a story about a boy who has been kept in hospital for two weeks in Madeenah, without a single visit by any of his family members...hospital staff said they couldn’t think of a logical reason for his family’s negligence. “They never respond to our calls,” said Dr. Mutawakel Hajjaj, who works at the hospital.

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