Islam Graphic Comments
Thursday, January 24, 2008
YOU ARE
SENSELESS, RUTHLESS, PITILESS AND MEAN
YOU ARE THE UGLIEST CREATURE I HAVE EVER SEEN
THEREFORE I ADVISE YOU TO GET OUT OF MY LIFE
GET OUT OF MY SIGHT
AND GET OUR OF MY MIND
IF I EVER SEE YOU ROMING AROUND
I WILL TURN YOUR NOSE UP SIDE DOWN
YOUR STUPIDITY AND SILLINESS I CANNOT IGNORE
YOUR SMELLY BREATH AND EVERYNIGHTS SNORE
I ONCE LOVED YOU I CANNOT BELIEVE
NOW THAT I LEFT YOU I FEEL RELIEVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SENSELESS, RUTHLESS, PITILESS AND MEAN
YOU ARE THE UGLIEST CREATURE I HAVE EVER SEEN
THEREFORE I ADVISE YOU TO GET OUT OF MY LIFE
GET OUT OF MY SIGHT
AND GET OUR OF MY MIND
IF I EVER SEE YOU ROMING AROUND
I WILL TURN YOUR NOSE UP SIDE DOWN
YOUR STUPIDITY AND SILLINESS I CANNOT IGNORE
YOUR SMELLY BREATH AND EVERYNIGHTS SNORE
I ONCE LOVED YOU I CANNOT BELIEVE
NOW THAT I LEFT YOU I FEEL RELIEVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FUNNY POEM
Mood Experiment
You fit into me
Like a star in the sky
A star
In the open sky….
You fit into me
Like socks in to feet
Smelly socks
Into gargantuan feet….
You fit into me
Like a zit on the forehead
A nasty zit
On a clear forehead…..
You fit in to me
Like a child into an embryo
A small child
Into a tiny embryo…..
You fit into me
Like a needle in the veins
A pointy needle
A lean vein……
Like a star in the sky
A star
In the open sky….
You fit into me
Like socks in to feet
Smelly socks
Into gargantuan feet….
You fit into me
Like a zit on the forehead
A nasty zit
On a clear forehead…..
You fit in to me
Like a child into an embryo
A small child
Into a tiny embryo…..
You fit into me
Like a needle in the veins
A pointy needle
A lean vein……
SNAP SHOT
NO MEEEE!!!!!!
Pakistan is currently been rediculized by the holy trinity presidents. This holy trinity includes the current president Parwez Musharraf, and the two retired presidents Bhutto and Nawaz Sharif. They are taking Pakistan for granted. Pakistan is going through an extremely ridiculously revolutionary time period. In my opinion these politicians have nothing better to do other than being bullies of humanity. To be really honest these political Pakistani leaders are a bunch of wanna bees. They are big time suck up to America and Bush. They are third class inhabitants and they should be vacuumed far way into outer space form this world. I am pretty sure that Bush is meticulously making plans to get his hands on Pakistan and he would do it only because Pakistan is making it too easy for him. I believe that the most important body is your own, and if your own body ruins its technicality and doesn’t function collaboratively, you will eventually fall into doctor’s hand. Now it depends on how lucky you get, once you are under treatment. This country is somewhat in similar situation. Pakistan’s political parties are so busy forging a brand new identity of themselves, that they are totally ignorant of the fact that they are obliterating citizen’s lives. Now, the whole country is being controlled by the militia. All the citizens have been vacuumed into their homes. The incompatible lawyers are brutally rat trapped inside the jails, but the ruthless politicians are not willing to give up their dirty political germs at any cost!!!
Pakistan is currently been rediculized by the holy trinity presidents. This holy trinity includes the current president Parwez Musharraf, and the two retired presidents Bhutto and Nawaz Sharif. They are taking Pakistan for granted. Pakistan is going through an extremely ridiculously revolutionary time period. In my opinion these politicians have nothing better to do other than being bullies of humanity. To be really honest these political Pakistani leaders are a bunch of wanna bees. They are big time suck up to America and Bush. They are third class inhabitants and they should be vacuumed far way into outer space form this world. I am pretty sure that Bush is meticulously making plans to get his hands on Pakistan and he would do it only because Pakistan is making it too easy for him. I believe that the most important body is your own, and if your own body ruins its technicality and doesn’t function collaboratively, you will eventually fall into doctor’s hand. Now it depends on how lucky you get, once you are under treatment. This country is somewhat in similar situation. Pakistan’s political parties are so busy forging a brand new identity of themselves, that they are totally ignorant of the fact that they are obliterating citizen’s lives. Now, the whole country is being controlled by the militia. All the citizens have been vacuumed into their homes. The incompatible lawyers are brutally rat trapped inside the jails, but the ruthless politicians are not willing to give up their dirty political germs at any cost!!!
NARRATIVE TO SCRIPT
Characters
Hussain Khan: The owner of the Child labor camp where kids make carpets. Those parents who do not pay his debt have to sell their kids to him. A very cruel man and threatens the kids to death.
Iqbal: The protagonist only thirteen years old but very brave and tough due to which has been sold to many labor camps and is now sold to Hussain Khan’s. He although has no role in this scene, but is still the main subject.
Maria: The oldest girl in the labor camp and supporter of Iqbal.
Salman: Another child in the Labor camp. He is very tall and gigantic but is extremely scared of Hussain Khan; scares others too by telling them terrifying stories about his cruelty.
Karim: The supervisor in the Labor Camp. He is the oldest guy there but is very weak compared to Salman. He only watches over the kids when they are working and in return Hussain Khan gives him food and some money.
Another boy: Is one of the kids in the Labor camp. Although there are many names but in the scene his name isn’t mentioned.
Set Description:
As the curtain raises a small dirty room with many kids sitting all crunched up together appears on the stage. The room looks very intimidating. The walls of the room have all types of freaky writing on them and there are no beds. We can see many sleeping bags lying on the ground one after another. But all the kids are sitting together on one of the sleeping bags and having a discussion about the new guy name Iqbal. He has been sent to Tomb because of his miss behavior with Hussain Khan. The tomb is an old cistern, buried under the court yard, closed by a grating at the foot of a damp, it is very dark in the Tomb and Iqbal had already spend a day in there.
Salman: you can’t breathe in there.(Catching everyone attention, he continued) you feel yourself suffocating and you think you’re going to go mad. It feels like someone’s grabbing your throat and squeezing (places both his hands on his neck and sticks out his tongue).And then there is dark (sits on his knees and continues). After a while you begin to see strange shapes, and colors, too, but they don’t help you; (starts whispering) they only scare you. (Sitting back) I heard of someone who went crazy in the Tomb and nobody recognized him”
Another Boy: And then there are spiders (Making a crying face). A boy who came from the mountain and talked differently, “this big” (raising his hand high to pint his height), said there were snakes too.
Salman: (hitting on his raised hand) There aren’t any snakes.
Another Boy: There is no water anymore, (pointing at Salman and giving him a taunting look)
Salman: Yes there is (nodding his head continuously). You have never been to Tomb so u better keep quiet.
(a strange loud music started and everybody stopped talking)
Karim: Foreign stuff (interrupting everyone), music that comes from far away.
Maria: Anyways (catching everyone’s attention) it’s too hot down there in the tomb (reminding everyone about Iqbal) how can he possibly survive. (Making a poor and gloomy face)
Salam: (turning towards Maria) It’ll be like brick-Kiln, or may be worse. (Shaking his head one of his) I can’t remember anyone being put in the tomb in midsummer. Can u? (Raising eyebrows)
Karim: (joining the rest of the group) I saw someone come out of the Tomb in summer (making very little sound almost like a whisper. It happened many years ago. I was little then, but I can remember well. There was this boy bigger than me (pointing at himself);I don’t where he came from. One of his ears was missing (pulling his ear), and he had a fierce look. He was like a wild dog(narrowing his eyes), and we were afraid of him”
Everyone: what did he do? (Looking with questioned eyes)
Karim: (loving the attention and excitement answered) He refused to work, that’s what. So Hussain whipped him. He whipped him good-you should have seen it. The boy didn’t make a sound (raising one finger ).
Maria: and then (listening very attentively).
Karim: He kept refusing to work. And when Hussain got near him with the whip again, ready to skin him alive (circulating his hand pretending to be holding a whip), you know what he did? (everyone shook their heads) He bit into Hussain’s arm and wouldn’t let go. Just like a dog
Salam: so than the master put him in town? (making a questioned faced)
Karim: (remembering while counting on his fingers) Five days he kept him there.
Other Boy: And did he come out? (Asked quickly).
Karim: yea he did (answered him annoyingly). (Turned to others) They carried him out like the dead, but he didn’t die. He was all burned from the heat and his skin had peeled away(making a disgusted face).After few days he got up and begin to work. Anyway, (taking a deep breath) he was never the same. He was still like a dog, but like the kind that carries his tail between his legs” (laughed loudly thinking that everyone got his jokes, but no one laughs)
Maria: (interrupted his laugh) Iqbal won’t be like that (she exclaimed).
Karim: He’ll give in, too (making a guaranteed voice). What do you think? He is not special. Probably he’s defied all the masters he’s had, and that’s why they keep selling him, even though he’s so skilled. But Hussain, he knows what do with him (nods his head with surety).
Maria: Iqbal won’t give in (she insisted), and we have to help him (stomping her hand on the floor).
Karim: (his hand slipped from his knee) Help him? So far we have skipped dinner thanks to him.
Salam: You can just shut up-you ate anyways (yelled Salman making an angry face towards Karim). I saved some bread (he said turning towards Maria)
Maria: And I have some water. Let’s go (she jumped excitedly)
Karim: (rising up from his sea) you’re crazy. I forbid you. If the master finds out he’ll take this on me.
Salman: (moving towards him closely) shut up! (He repeated angrily). You have the keys and you are going to open it. (Ordering him boldly). IF the master finds out, you can say we were trying to escape and that you were coming to catch us.
Karim scratched his head and agreed to help them.
Hussain Khan: The owner of the Child labor camp where kids make carpets. Those parents who do not pay his debt have to sell their kids to him. A very cruel man and threatens the kids to death.
Iqbal: The protagonist only thirteen years old but very brave and tough due to which has been sold to many labor camps and is now sold to Hussain Khan’s. He although has no role in this scene, but is still the main subject.
Maria: The oldest girl in the labor camp and supporter of Iqbal.
Salman: Another child in the Labor camp. He is very tall and gigantic but is extremely scared of Hussain Khan; scares others too by telling them terrifying stories about his cruelty.
Karim: The supervisor in the Labor Camp. He is the oldest guy there but is very weak compared to Salman. He only watches over the kids when they are working and in return Hussain Khan gives him food and some money.
Another boy: Is one of the kids in the Labor camp. Although there are many names but in the scene his name isn’t mentioned.
Set Description:
As the curtain raises a small dirty room with many kids sitting all crunched up together appears on the stage. The room looks very intimidating. The walls of the room have all types of freaky writing on them and there are no beds. We can see many sleeping bags lying on the ground one after another. But all the kids are sitting together on one of the sleeping bags and having a discussion about the new guy name Iqbal. He has been sent to Tomb because of his miss behavior with Hussain Khan. The tomb is an old cistern, buried under the court yard, closed by a grating at the foot of a damp, it is very dark in the Tomb and Iqbal had already spend a day in there.
Salman: you can’t breathe in there.(Catching everyone attention, he continued) you feel yourself suffocating and you think you’re going to go mad. It feels like someone’s grabbing your throat and squeezing (places both his hands on his neck and sticks out his tongue).And then there is dark (sits on his knees and continues). After a while you begin to see strange shapes, and colors, too, but they don’t help you; (starts whispering) they only scare you. (Sitting back) I heard of someone who went crazy in the Tomb and nobody recognized him”
Another Boy: And then there are spiders (Making a crying face). A boy who came from the mountain and talked differently, “this big” (raising his hand high to pint his height), said there were snakes too.
Salman: (hitting on his raised hand) There aren’t any snakes.
Another Boy: There is no water anymore, (pointing at Salman and giving him a taunting look)
Salman: Yes there is (nodding his head continuously). You have never been to Tomb so u better keep quiet.
(a strange loud music started and everybody stopped talking)
Karim: Foreign stuff (interrupting everyone), music that comes from far away.
Maria: Anyways (catching everyone’s attention) it’s too hot down there in the tomb (reminding everyone about Iqbal) how can he possibly survive. (Making a poor and gloomy face)
Salam: (turning towards Maria) It’ll be like brick-Kiln, or may be worse. (Shaking his head one of his) I can’t remember anyone being put in the tomb in midsummer. Can u? (Raising eyebrows)
Karim: (joining the rest of the group) I saw someone come out of the Tomb in summer (making very little sound almost like a whisper. It happened many years ago. I was little then, but I can remember well. There was this boy bigger than me (pointing at himself);I don’t where he came from. One of his ears was missing (pulling his ear), and he had a fierce look. He was like a wild dog(narrowing his eyes), and we were afraid of him”
Everyone: what did he do? (Looking with questioned eyes)
Karim: (loving the attention and excitement answered) He refused to work, that’s what. So Hussain whipped him. He whipped him good-you should have seen it. The boy didn’t make a sound (raising one finger ).
Maria: and then (listening very attentively).
Karim: He kept refusing to work. And when Hussain got near him with the whip again, ready to skin him alive (circulating his hand pretending to be holding a whip), you know what he did? (everyone shook their heads) He bit into Hussain’s arm and wouldn’t let go. Just like a dog
Salam: so than the master put him in town? (making a questioned faced)
Karim: (remembering while counting on his fingers) Five days he kept him there.
Other Boy: And did he come out? (Asked quickly).
Karim: yea he did (answered him annoyingly). (Turned to others) They carried him out like the dead, but he didn’t die. He was all burned from the heat and his skin had peeled away(making a disgusted face).After few days he got up and begin to work. Anyway, (taking a deep breath) he was never the same. He was still like a dog, but like the kind that carries his tail between his legs” (laughed loudly thinking that everyone got his jokes, but no one laughs)
Maria: (interrupted his laugh) Iqbal won’t be like that (she exclaimed).
Karim: He’ll give in, too (making a guaranteed voice). What do you think? He is not special. Probably he’s defied all the masters he’s had, and that’s why they keep selling him, even though he’s so skilled. But Hussain, he knows what do with him (nods his head with surety).
Maria: Iqbal won’t give in (she insisted), and we have to help him (stomping her hand on the floor).
Karim: (his hand slipped from his knee) Help him? So far we have skipped dinner thanks to him.
Salam: You can just shut up-you ate anyways (yelled Salman making an angry face towards Karim). I saved some bread (he said turning towards Maria)
Maria: And I have some water. Let’s go (she jumped excitedly)
Karim: (rising up from his sea) you’re crazy. I forbid you. If the master finds out he’ll take this on me.
Salman: (moving towards him closely) shut up! (He repeated angrily). You have the keys and you are going to open it. (Ordering him boldly). IF the master finds out, you can say we were trying to escape and that you were coming to catch us.
Karim scratched his head and agreed to help them.
MEMORIES OF MURDER
Unreachable Murderer
“If you’re so clever why don’t y go to America and join the FBI”, walking down the dark alley his words kept repeating in my head. “I am not trying to act cleaver you damn fool!!!” I yelled unconsciously! And after a moment I realized that I was talking to myself which made me feel a little stupid. I reached home and picked up the keys from the flower pot that hangs in the corner of my doorstep. I opened the lock still thinking about what happed today in the office. My hunger had died therefore I decided to just close my eyes and sleep. Today, for the first time in my life I felt like sleeping, and hoping that I shall never wake up again.
……“He was strangling her” with her “stockings” on a rainy night …..then he pulled her body to the corner and left her abandoned in the rain……
I jumped up from my dream. Looked at the clock and for a split second it seemed as if my whole world had turned upside down. It was 8pm and I had been sleeping for about 21 hours already. When I came out side it was as dark as I saw it before going to sleep last night. After a while it started to rain. It was too late to run back home and grab an umbrella so I decided to keep walking. On my way I saw Park Doo, I gave him a petite smile but he simply ignored me as if I was a stranger. Then the words he said to me last night reminded my dull brain about last night’s argument. I tried to ignore Park Doo and concentrated on the case once again. “I came here to catch the murderer” not to create more issues here with these morons……I was talking to myself….. Then I heard a scream
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
I froze.
I looked all around me but I saw nothing. And then I heard another scream and this time I knew it was coming from the street I had just passed. I ran as fast as I could and as I went closer, the screams kept getting louder. I was so anxious and happy at the same time. My search was soon going to be over. Soon I would see the murderers face and show everyone that I am not trying to be “clever” and that “Us Koreans detectives we can easily catch anyone.”
At last I made it to the place where those screams were coming from. It was small house and I saw two people. A men and women were hitting each other violently. I reached there and felt as if all my excitement just drained down the gutter. It wasn’t the murderer rapping a woman in the rainy night; it was a fight of an idiotic couple. I went back home all disappointed and couldn’t sleep all night.
Next morning at work I find out that last night “another woman was murdered but we haven’t found the body yet” and once more I see on the bolded letters on the headlines of the Korean Times:
“The murderer has not been caught yet”
“If you’re so clever why don’t y go to America and join the FBI”, walking down the dark alley his words kept repeating in my head. “I am not trying to act cleaver you damn fool!!!” I yelled unconsciously! And after a moment I realized that I was talking to myself which made me feel a little stupid. I reached home and picked up the keys from the flower pot that hangs in the corner of my doorstep. I opened the lock still thinking about what happed today in the office. My hunger had died therefore I decided to just close my eyes and sleep. Today, for the first time in my life I felt like sleeping, and hoping that I shall never wake up again.
……“He was strangling her” with her “stockings” on a rainy night …..then he pulled her body to the corner and left her abandoned in the rain……
I jumped up from my dream. Looked at the clock and for a split second it seemed as if my whole world had turned upside down. It was 8pm and I had been sleeping for about 21 hours already. When I came out side it was as dark as I saw it before going to sleep last night. After a while it started to rain. It was too late to run back home and grab an umbrella so I decided to keep walking. On my way I saw Park Doo, I gave him a petite smile but he simply ignored me as if I was a stranger. Then the words he said to me last night reminded my dull brain about last night’s argument. I tried to ignore Park Doo and concentrated on the case once again. “I came here to catch the murderer” not to create more issues here with these morons……I was talking to myself….. Then I heard a scream
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
I froze.
I looked all around me but I saw nothing. And then I heard another scream and this time I knew it was coming from the street I had just passed. I ran as fast as I could and as I went closer, the screams kept getting louder. I was so anxious and happy at the same time. My search was soon going to be over. Soon I would see the murderers face and show everyone that I am not trying to be “clever” and that “Us Koreans detectives we can easily catch anyone.”
At last I made it to the place where those screams were coming from. It was small house and I saw two people. A men and women were hitting each other violently. I reached there and felt as if all my excitement just drained down the gutter. It wasn’t the murderer rapping a woman in the rainy night; it was a fight of an idiotic couple. I went back home all disappointed and couldn’t sleep all night.
Next morning at work I find out that last night “another woman was murdered but we haven’t found the body yet” and once more I see on the bolded letters on the headlines of the Korean Times:
“The murderer has not been caught yet”
GUERILLA POETRY
The Unappreciated Nature
My blessings were appreciated long ago
My beauty was praised and respected
The title of the Mother was attached even so
Now, I am known as the unappreciated nature
God created me with such splendor
Kept me so near to the heart like a child is to a mother
He sent me down to earth in tender
Then creatures to accompany me one after an other
The creatures of him were Loving and Gracious
I looked up to the sky and thanked my lord
Next he sent creatures that were mean and predaceous
They didn’t love me as much and cut me down with swords
I was used in every wrong way day by day
These vicious creatures toyed and abandoned me
Ruined my beauty and called Global warming a cliché
I begged my lord to let me free
He asked me to be patient and just wait and see
If only his humans could take of the precious nature’s beaut
I will take away my blessings if they are not being good creatures
I won’t let you be called the unappreciated nature
My beauty was praised and respected
The title of the Mother was attached even so
Now, I am known as the unappreciated nature
God created me with such splendor
Kept me so near to the heart like a child is to a mother
He sent me down to earth in tender
Then creatures to accompany me one after an other
The creatures of him were Loving and Gracious
I looked up to the sky and thanked my lord
Next he sent creatures that were mean and predaceous
They didn’t love me as much and cut me down with swords
I was used in every wrong way day by day
These vicious creatures toyed and abandoned me
Ruined my beauty and called Global warming a cliché
I begged my lord to let me free
He asked me to be patient and just wait and see
If only his humans could take of the precious nature’s beaut
I will take away my blessings if they are not being good creatures
I won’t let you be called the unappreciated nature
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