Logic, rationality, and religion.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Assalamu`alaikum (السلام عليكم) Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh, Brothers and Sisters.

I hope your day is going well today, InshaAllah. =]

Bismi-llāhi ar-raḥmāni ar-raḥīm (بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم)

I'm back sooner than I had intended...noot. :P This is probably going to be a really long post so bear with me, InshaAllah. ^-^

Recently, I began committing myself
more towards practicing Islam, and studying it in detail. I've been trying harder to dedicate much of my free time towards applying the knowledge I've gained by putting it into practice. I vowed to allocate small, if not large portions of my day towards expanding my knowledge on Islam and anything I think may be related to my journey with Islam.

As I was attempting to drift into sleep last night, many theological questions were running through my mind. One thought was wrapped around how lately, I had been noticing a group of atheists digressing from cognitive arguments with people who adhere to religion, the concept of God, or creationism by merely stating that they lack intelligence or any form of rationality to reason with their perspective. In my observations of arguments between atheists and theists, I found many atheists simply targeting theists to try and evoke emotional responses by making character judgments about people they hardly knew, their values, their beliefs, etc. and attacking their intellectual capacity to have simple discussions with intellectuals of a "higher caliber."

This was probably one of the biggest form of cowardice I had ever encountered when it came to debating; arguments were thrown away right off the bat when said superior intellect deemed it was of no use based on a list of logical fallacies. The downfall with their usage of these logical fallacies was that they were almost never used consistently; the definitions of these logical fallacies were specific to certain types of arguments, and there were many times when intellectual superiors deemed an argument logically fallacious by blurting out any sort of "ad (insert Latin word here)," even if it had NOTHING to support the claim that the argument was logically fallacious.

If there's one thing I've learned about debating, it's that the usage of Latin phrases for logically fallacious arguments is just there to make your opponent feel like he/she lacks knowledge or intellectual capacity to understand the phrases (I mean, which average Joe is ever really well-versed in Latin, anyways? I've only known a few people in my life who have dared to tackle such a complicated language). The reality of it is, your argument is quite simple, but it's just sugar-coated with some fancy word to confuse the living heck out of you, and of course, make you feel intellectually inferior. Sometimes, I feel that spending a lot of time learning the art of debating (no matter how conducive and intellectually superior it may make you look), just stops slightly short of retaining knowledge. I believe it teaches, more or less, a lack of complete understanding because the objectives of debating are to basically aesthetically please and give the illusion that one is knowledgeable and superior in intellect while he/she is only well-versed in the intellectual capacity to win arguments, not understand or learn.

There are so many different approaches I can discuss which downright disgusted me, and literally turned me away from dealing with a lot of these self-proclaimed superior intellectual bigots for a while, but in doing so I realized I was distancing myself from entire principles and beliefs of a majority based only on what a small group of people were doing. After a period of contemplating, I decided that completely shunning myself from respectable atheists was simply not fair and I wanted to keep an open mind when it came to interacting with people of different cultures, beliefs, traditions, etc. as long as respect and understanding were mutual grounds for any sort of interaction, be it religious or not.

There are so many common grounds we can strive to understand and accept in each other, and I've seen that debating only tends to bring out the core differences between us, tearing us apart (my conclusions may be a bit religiously-biased, but that's besides the point). The fact that we've managed to turn simple forms of discussions into elementary school bullying (intellectually and emotionally) makes me feel like we have taken strides, only backwards, into venues of hatred, indifference, and intolerance. I certainly do not make it an objective to put down others from the very little knowledge I've gained, especially when I can make beneficial and life-changing contributions to the world with this little knowledge I have and will continue to expand on. Islam has taught me a lot about humbling myself with knowledge and not letting haughtiness and arrogance overtake my learned and innate, inherent abilities.*

I think I've covered as much as I wanted to cover in this post, so I'll end it here. *I am looking forward to inserting a little addendum of quotes by learned and respectable Islamic scholars on this specific topic, but I have to go hunting for them as I lost a whole deal of my saved information after having to reformat my laptop. =( I will probably add that a bit later tonight, InshaAllah

With (luv),

-Simply me




I used to write..

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Assalamu`alaikum (السلام عليكم) Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh, Brothers and Sisters.

I hope your day is going well today, InshaAllah. =]

Bismi-llāhi ar-raḥmāni ar-raḥīm (بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم)

Writing used to be my companion whether sad, happy, grumpy, or fuming with anger. Growing up, I had many trying phases in my life, and I used to always rely on writing to express myself. However, these past couple of years have been spent quite repressed (writing-wise).

It's not that I've run out of emotions to express, but I find myself having a hard time figuring out how to express them. There is a lot I'd like to write about, but I often find myself second-guessing the topics I'd like to write about. Some topics come off as too personal, and some come off as too broad or boring.

When news of my grandfather's death struck home during a cold December day in 2006, I remember brushing off tears, gulping down sadness, and desperately trying to find a quiet place to write in my notebook; this was the extent of my attachment towards writing. I ended up with somewhat of a bittersweet eulogy for my grandfather that day.

There was also a time when a very close family friend of mine had died after a long and hard battle with breast cancer. I remember being so distraught, and lost for words, but despite it all, I ran into my room and picked up my notebook. I sat there staring at the blank pages for what seemed like forever and by the end of the night the pages were soaked in tears and ink.

Writing has helped express myself a lot in the past, and it recently occurred to me how much I actually miss it. I have in fact, created a few blog accounts in an attempt to start writing again, but I seem to lose interest easily and end up shutting the accounts down entirely. I haven't updated this blog in a while, so I thought I may as well start off by writing something, anything, and everything that came to mind.


I hope I'll be able to blog as frequently as I'd like to. Sometimes I lose inspiration, and lack motivation, but I will try my best to express myself as frequently as I can. So, in an attempt to revive my lack of writing just for the sake of writing, this post will represent my (un)official comeback.

With (luv),

-Simply me

A day full of blessings.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Assalamu`alaikum (السلام عليكم) Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh, Brothers and Sisters.

I hope your day is going well today, InshaAllah. =]

Bismi-llāhi ar-raḥmāni ar-raḥīm (بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم)

I don't know what has gotten into me, but today has been a day full of blessings for me, SubhanAllah.

I had been a nervous wreck all week about my grade for a Summer course I took (a class I HAD to pass), and I finally got my grade today, and while I was expecting the worst, my results were splendid and more that what I expected. Alhamdulillah, I was so happy when I found out. I felt a huge sense of relief, and also I felt an overwhelming sense of thankfulness because I had been practically asking Du'a all week and now I finally have more of an assurance on how close Allah (SWT) is, and how much of a blessing it is for me to have found Islam. SubhanAllah.

This is not the primary reason I feel like my day has been blessed, though. So many wonderful people around me have contributed to how I feel today, and some know who they are, and some don't have a clue. MashaAllah, they're in my Du'as and in my heart, regardless. =)

My heart is swelling up with so much of happiness and joy. SubhanAllah. =) Tbh, I feel like breaking down and crying, because I feel SO at peace! I can't explain it; this just feels so surreal and amazing. Alhamdulillah. I've been drifting deeper and deeper into Islam, and the more I make an effort to learn, the more I feel like I'm closer to Allah (SWT) and this makes all the difference in the world to me.


To express how significant this is to me, and how much of an overwhelming peace I feel, I'd like to share something I wrote during the Summer of '08 when I felt somewhat similar to what I am feeling today.

Warning: Shakespearean Language Below.


A Golden Night In The Solitude Of Prayer
Wednesday 13, August 2008
(God's Mercy)

He is oft Merciful and oft Forgiving...

In a trance, acknowledging thy superiority--I kneel and bow down to thee, for you are my creator. These contoured hands, behold the similitude of the clay thou has proven to create Man from. The salty venom of sadness blurs this sinned vision--a soul that shudders with repentance and forgiveness. There is none secure than thy presence encapsulating one's heart. For this yearning to be embraced in thy arms is above all adorations this illusion of a world may bring forth. The sound tranquility that thou can instill in one's heart, weakens all obstinate thoughts, and empowers impeccable piety. Endless nights and days of thy existence never cease to amuse--for thou hast sent Man many words of thy presence. It is oft spiritual felicity one is able to protrude from their eyes, such meaningful tears while reciting thy words--For the vast skies, the blue oceans, and green trees sway so beautifully to remind thy creations that these favors they cannot disavow.

With (luv),

-Simply me

Do I faint with fascination?

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Assalamu`alaikum (السلام عليكم) Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh, Brothers and Sisters.

I hope your day is going well today, InshaAllah. =]

Bismi-llāhi ar-raḥmāni ar-raḥīm (بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم)

There is this Nasheed I've been listening to, and it just tugs at my heart, and touches me so deeply. SubhanAllah, it makes me feel so thankful for everything Islam has to offer for me, and rest of humanity. It unties all the knots in my mind, makes me forget all my worries, and sets me free for just a moment.

I absolutely love it. Just thought I'd share it with the rest of you. =)




The nasheed is "Iqra" by Ahmed Bukhtair. (Click on the link to hear it)

With (luv),

-Simply me

Tagged by KimDonesia. Honest Scrap.

Assalamu`alaikum (السلام عليكم) Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh, Brothers and Sisters.

I hope your day is going well today, InshaAllah. =]

Bismi-llāhi ar-raḥmāni ar-raḥīm (بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم)


Okay, so, I was tagged by Kimono (<3) to write ten things that you (my readers) may or may not know about me. You may be surprised. =)

1. I was born 2 days before the date for Leap Year. I was born on February 27th, 1990 -- if my birthday had been 2 days after the 27th (the 29th), I would only have the opportunity to "celebrate" my birthday in 4 year intervals. (I don't celebrate birthdays, though) =D

2. I was born with a condition called Sytus Inversus where all the organs in my body are on the opposite side (a mirror image of) than that of a normal anatomical physiology. (i.e., my heart is on the right side; not on the left). When I tell people this, I usually get responses along the line of: eye-pop outs and gasps. Or stuff like "I didn't think that was ever possible!"; "How are you even alive?!"

Beoble, beoble.. it's OK. It IS possible, and I'm living proof of that. =)

3. I'm an "accidental artist." I had never had training or practice in art, but I did have a lot of friends who were amazing Artists; so, one random Summer, I decided to try it for myself, and I was surprised at how all this inspiration came pouring in. I began to draw, and I couldn't stop -- however, eventually, after that Summer I had become so involved with College and lost motivation to draw again, so I'm sort of going through an "Artist-block," if you will.

Here are some of my drawings (I've listed them by name/link(s) -- just click the names):







Andddd, that's all I pretty much was able to muster up during the Summer of '07. =)

4. I collect souveniors from my past. I already have two shoe boxes filled with little things I collect over the years, and I label them "Memory Boxes." Anything that reminds me of a special moment in my life, I save and collect them. I still have diaries from when I was 11 years old, and when I feel like taking a visit to my past, I open these boxes up and go through them. They always make me smile. =)

5. About 30-40% of my palm (left hand) is healed, melted skin. When I was about 1 year old, I crawled up to a iron box left on high heat and placed my palm smack dab in the middle of it. This was actually better for me, because unlike most kids, I had an indicator to tell my left hand from my right. It was quite easy. =]

6. I know this may sound a bit irrational, but I have a huge fear of bulging veins,* broken bones, and anything that causes harm on any part of the body. I tend to develop a sort of empathetic attitude towards these "fears." In the Qur'an, there is so much of an emphasis on treating your body as if you would treat something very precious, and maybe this is part of why I feel so strongly about anything that harms the body.

*Okay, I know bulging veins don't necessarily "harm" the body, but I really do have an irrational fear of of them. I don't know why, but I feel like crying when I see them (ROFL). Seriously. :/

7. I was born into a Muslim family, but did not find the True way of life, and start practicing it fully until much later. I actually became more faith conscious during the Summer of '08, and Islam truly touched my heart. Prior to Islam, I was a mess, to say the least; Alhamdulillah, all my questions, doubts, and preconceived notions about Islam have diminished. Ever since then, I have been addicted to Islam (literally). Every little thing I learn about Islam, my heart just opens up more, my eyes open more, and I feel like the Truth is where it belongs -- in my heart. SubhanAllah for this guidance. I don't know where I'd be without it, to be honest.

8. I'll let you in on a little secret: I absolutely would love to major in Art or English in College, but I'm practically pressured by my parents to go into Biology or some Science-related field. I mean, the pressure is not as direct as I probably make it seem, but combined with how much of an emphasis Islam places on how you're supposed to be obedient to your parents and try your best to make them happy, I feel like I'm not sacrificing too much in terms of what I want to major in. And perhaps the most important reason I feel like I would love to major in Art or English is because it would be a major cop-out and less complicated as opposed to majoring in Science and having to go through so much of MATHEMATICS (lawl). I lack the confidence in myself to do WELL when it comes to Science/Math. I'm sure I'm not alone, but it's still a scary thought.

9. I finally have my own room/space. If most of you don't know already, I moved to a new place recently. When I came to America (oh, about..8 years ago), my family settled in Astoria, NY for 8 years, and we finally made a drastic change to move to another part of New York (still in NY, though). This new place is absolutely great. There's an attic upstairs, sufficient to split into two separate areas; so finally, my Sister and I are not going to be sharing one room anymore. Yay! I do miss her, though. However, we're just a screen apart nowadays, and it's hard to pry us apart, regardless. Sisterhood, FTW.

10. Last but not least, I am planning to wear Jilbab/Abaya this August (my sophomore semester in College), InshaAllah. When I started learning about Islam during the Summer of '08, I wore Jilbab (just to try it out, and see how I'd feel wearing it), and Alhamdulillah, it was the most amazing experience ever. I felt so liberated, and content with myself. Sure, I got many stares for my long black dress, but I felt good inside. I felt like I was finally doing something to satisfy God's commandments instead of other people. I have already started looking online, and to be honest, I can't wait! I'm too excited, and I've already picked out some which will go on my "Wish List" until I can calculate if I have enough money to order some, InshaAllah. I am very happy about my decision, and I feel like I have all the support in the world (rude stares, and idiotic comments, aside). Alhamdulillah.

I hope you guys enjoyed these. =)

With (luv),

-Simply me

Onoes. Mosquitoes?!

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Assalamu`alaikum (السلام عليكم) Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh, Brothers and Sisters.

I hope your day is going well today, InshaAllah. =]

Bismi-llāhi ar-raḥmāni ar-raḥīm (بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم)

Okay, I think I just swatted a mosquito roaming around my laptop screen. I'm reminded of President Obama swatting that bug on his arm -- I feel accomplished. =) I haven't seen a mosquito in a long time! I guess keeping the windows open in this heat is prone to bring about a mild population of mosquitoes into my house.

Transition: It just dawned on me this evening about how much I'm going to miss Astoria when I move out. Ever since I came to America, the only place I've known and become accustomed to is Astoria, Queens; I have never known another place as well as I know Astoria. I'm also going to have to transfer to another campus to accommodate our moving needs, so learning how to drive has been pushed up higher on my goals list this Summer.

--> I'm jumping back and forth here, but I really have to get some things off my mind. Sometimes, I feel like I'm not being true to myself when it comes to being more spiritually involved; it feels like I'm not doing enough to further myself as a Muslim. There's just so much I'm trying to do, but in order to take those big steps, I feel like it requires a lot of courage and motivation -- something I haven't been able to muster up (yet). I've always had a general understanding of falling a few times before you succeed, and with Islam, it feels exactly like that. There are times when you wish you could just do so much more and stop being so unproductive. That's how I pretty much feel right now, because I am performing the basic necessities as a Muslim, but what MORE can I do? I just want to do more, and keep discovering Islam. I want to be closer to Allah (swt), and I just want to be in complete submission to Him, but more often, I find myself distracted by worldly things like school,
THE COMPUTER, school, school, and school.

With (luv),

-Simply me

Eyes - Window to the soul.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Assalamu`alaikum (السلام عليكم) Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh, Brothers and Sisters.

I hope your day is going well today, InshaAllah. =]

Bismi-llāhi ar-raḥmāni ar-raḥīm (بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم)

This is a weird topic to start off with, but I'm trying to pour out any train of thought into this Blog to prevent stagnation.


Update:
Preventing stagnation is not working out so well. I seem to have lost interest already.

I have brown eyes, and I finally found a perfect picture that best represents the color of my eyes. This is exactly how they look under the sunlight.

Eyes are beautiful. I believe everyone has the ability to to convey stories through their eyes. To me, hollow wrinkles around a person's eyes portray volumes of experience rather than symbol(s) of "senility." Growing up, I frequently dwelt on the thought that a person's eyes were windows to their soul. This proverb was pure childhood hearsay to me, so I never really bothered to assess or research it. However, my interest recently piqued as I was thinking of writing my first blog particularly on the topic of eyes. (Am I random or what?) So, I looked around and found out that there was partially-overwhelming evidence tracing back to the Bible. Yes, the Bible.


(Continued...)

June 18th, 2009


The references and allusion to this proverb has been referred to in the Gospel of Mathew.

Mathew
(6:22-23 - King James Version):

22 - "The light of the body is the eye: if therefore thine eye be single, thy whole body shall be full of light."

23 - "But if thine eye be evil, thy whole body shall be full of darkness. If therefore the light that is in thee be darkness, how great is that darkness!"

Something I realize is that although the the proverb isn't exclusively mentioned in the Bible, the Bible is generally given full credit for the origin of this proverb. While the general consensus of this proverb may hold one spiritual source, there are many philosophical sources which can very well take credit for the originality of this proverb.

This is an excerpt from the website where I found some historical, and philosophical references to the origin of this proverb:

EYES ARE THE MIRROR (MIRRORS) OF THE SOUL --

"A person's thoughts can be ascertained by looking in his or her eyes."

The proverb has been traced back in English to 'Regiment of Life' (1545). But the proverb was known much earlier.

Cicero (106-43 B.C.) is quoted as saying, 'Ut imago est animi voltus sic indices oculi' (The face is a picture of the mind as the eyes are its interpreter).

"The old proverb, "The eyes are the windows of the soul," contains a powerful truth. Our eyes reveal whether our souls are spacious or cramped, hospitable or critical, compassionate or judgmental. The way we see other people is usually the way we see ourselves. If we have made peace with our flawed humanity and embraced our ragamuffin identity, we are able to tolerate in others what was previously unacceptable in ourselves." -- The Ragmuffin Gospel

The bottom line I'm trying to convey here is that a person's eyes can tell you more than you think they may. Some people have tragedy, innocence, happiness, and sadness all portrayed in one light -- one glance. And, all it takes is for us to pause and appreciate their stories.

When you look into the eyes of a homeless person, you may see his/her story unraveling right before your eyes, and your eyes may look back as a mirror to the life they've lead; immediately afterward, there may be a sense of thankfulness, relief, and guilt for what your eyes have mirrored compared to theirs. When you look into the eyes of an innocent, honest child, there may be an overwhelming mixture sadness and guilt, because your eyes may mirror a life full of regrets, compared to their lives, full of hope and innocence. When you look into the eyes of an elderly person, there may be a sense of jealousy because their eyes mirror wisdom and yours, naivety.

Take these mixture of emotions and stories conveyed through other people's eyes as lessons. Each person shares a part of their soul when mirrored with another person's glance, so make the best of these emotions and learn how to mirror their conveyed stories into your soul -- your glance.

A person's eyes can teach you more about their souls than you think -- they are after all, windows to their souls.

With (luv),

-Simply me
 
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