Unbranded and home on the range.

No Apologies

Man what the heck, first time’s supposed to be FREE. Anyways.

Horseshoe Valley Resort, MSA Ski Trip 2007. Had about 350 peeps come to carve up the slopes.

Afterwards I spent a few days sore all over. Rested.

And now I’m itching to go back. 😀

This time I hope I can use downed ski-jockeys as takeoff ramps, aww hell yea so I can kiss me some big blue sky. *muah*


Filed under: Current Affairs, Ghetto, Miscellany

Adrenaline Addict

I can’t help it, its just automatic. 

The natural adrenaline injection into the system just overpowers everything else and my entire being … my mind, my eyesight, my hands, my body, my legs – EVERYTHING – takes on a singular objective. Its like everything else doesn’t even become secondary, everything else just becomes non-existent. there is just one single over-riding item that becomes entrenched in your mind, it just consumes you – the instinct to survive.

It was about 7:15 am on a Monday morning and I had just picked up some friends and was heading down to the University campus to drop them off as we were all going for the ski / snowboarding trip, and I wanted to get there before 7:30 am.

The boys wanted to know if my Camry could fly. Flippin’ understatement of the year.

I let her rip and we hit over 120 km/h on a two-lane city street. We were coming to an uncontrolled intersection when I spotted a car on my left coming from the intersecting street turning left into the center lane – the same lane I was in and from the opposite direction, another car turning right at the same time into the curb lane. The dude turning left into the center lane clearly could not judge my oncoming speed so I slammed on the horn and on the brakes. The boys whipped their heads to the front and God knows, maybe one of them was frantically whispering the shahaada in his head, as the brakes locked and the car began to slide, still hurtling along at over 100 km/h with the other two cars continuing their respective turns into either of the two lanes. The dude turning left couldn’t really stop because there was no marked island, and there was oncoming traffic as well.

It was at that point something else kicked in, I dunno … it was just primal instinct. My mind did a complete 180 and my foot automatically switched to the accelerator instead and slammed it into the floor and the car ripped forward. My fist was locked at the 12’oclock position on the steering wheel, my arm was out straight, my hearing tuned everything else out, my jaw was clenched hard and my head was facing slightly downward but my eyes were just white and locked on the road … and on the rapidly decreasing space between the two cars … a space that was my only chance to avoid slamming into either of the two cars, making a human meat and metal sandwich, and ending up in the hospital.

My Camry shot through with literally less than six inches of breathing space on either side, without even a single scratch. I didn’t bother looking back. If its not my time, its not my time.

Later on I pondered over a the mercy and wisdom of Allaah ta3ala – how He created this emergency reserve of adrenaline that cannot be brought forth by will. It comes forth when the situation calls for it, and the massive enhancement it brings to all your senses, to your muscles and your mind makes you feel like you could take Superman, beat him to a pulp and wipe the floor with his face.

Moral of the story: Don’t forget to read the dua when you start your car and drive safely 🙂

Filed under: Miscellany


“Over the foreboding mountains, through the abysmal valleys, astride the desolate plains and through the tumultuous seas, this nation will persevere. Ya shabaab, ya shabaab, ya shabaab … innakum quwwatuna … fa la takoun minal qaniteen.”

– Anonymous

“The salvation of humanity is not achieved by force of arms. It depends upon the moral courage and spirit of self-sacrifice of a handful of people who, by worldly standards, are often considered to be lacking in good fortune. It is they, who courting dangers and trials, release millions of people from their miseries and lead them from despair to hope and from wretchedness to grace. They are the people who consider a cheap bargain if by the sacrifice of a few, many are able to achieve dignity and prosperity and if by some loss of prosperity and wealth, the doors of material and spiritual well being are opened on many.”

Taken from “Islam and the World” by Sheikh Abul Hassan Ali Nadwi.

Filed under: Cradle, Leadership, Quotable Quotes, Solace

The Great _______ North?

After dinner I was sitting at the table going through the bills when I happened upon an insert from Sears advertising their (reseller) cellular phone offerings. Being in sales & marketing in the telecomm world, I started laughing at it right away. I flipped it over on its back and read out out loud where it said:

“… (our) network covers 93% of the Canadian population …”

Ever the critic, I laughed again and poked fun at their slick positioning statement, noting that it said 93% of Canada’s population, and not 93% of Canada – which the un-informed, just-outta-highschool Sears CSRs would be mistakenly saying on the customer service calls anyways, trying to sell the service to the vast hoards of Sears groupies.

Looking at my sister, I mentioned briefly about how “…when we look at cellular coverage maps at work, we know that they only cover the cities, towns and traffic corridors. Its not like they have all of Canada covered…” I finished off with waving my hand through the air: “The rest of it is all blank.”

My sister, ever the natural blonde, laughed briefly before a puzzled shadow came upon her face and she stared and asked: “Hey wait … isn’t the rest of Canada blank anyways?”

Filed under: Miscellany

The Man and the Butterfly

A man was sitting one day in his garden enjoying the weather. He was looking at one of his toot (berry) trees when he noticed a butterfly cocoon hanging from a branch not too far from where he sat. While he was gazing at it, to his amazement, the butterfly began to emerge right before his eyes. He watched intently as it struggled to emerge and then was disappointed to see it stop, as if it were tired. It started to struggle again some more and then stopped.The man thought to himself a bit, and wanting to help the little creature, he ran inside to get a pair of scissors. He came back out and approaching the coccoon, he very carefully and slowly cut away part of it so that the butterfly could crawl out, which it did, onto the branch. The man watched with an expectant look on his face, waiting for the wings to expand any second now, and for the beautiful butterfly to take its maiden flight.

But it never did. It crawled around on the branch, with a hideously bloated body and shriveled little wings, doomed to a miserable life.

Despite his honest and best intentions, what the man didn’t realize is that it was Allah ta3ala’s wisdom that a butterfly has to go through such hardship during this phase of its life.

The coccoon opening is small and restricted, so that when the butterfly struggles to crawl out, it naturally pushes the excess fluid from its body into its wings, thereby allowing the wings to expand to their full shape. In order for it to achieve a beautiful set of wings and to be able to fly properly, it has to undergo certain hardships that make it stronger and more suited for this life.

Similarly, the hardships we go through are designed to make us more stronger, more resilient and more beautiful. Thus we are able to face the challenges of this world properly. Otherwise, if we had an easy life with no challenges to learn from and no harships to make us stronger, we would be very weak and unsuited for the rigours of normal life. You wouldn’t expect to go through school, university or even work without having some types of checks, tests, exams or performance reviews along the way. You know there would be higher standards to strive for, new milestones to reach, and to do all that means you must exert an effort and it doesn’t come easy.

Nothing in this life is easy.

But then again, who wants nothing?



Filed under: Cradle, Leadership

National Ummahgraphic

Belal just came back from Hajj and put up some damn nice pics on his Google gallery – click here to check them out. The pics were taken using a 3.2 MP Sony Cybershot camera.

The widescreen, panoramic pics are just fantastic, masha’allah. For some of the wide shots, he took over 15 individual shots, and some shots pan an absolute 180 degrees. After that he took the pics and very carefully digitially stitched them together in Photoshop to get the final result you see, especially in pics like this one, of Mt. Uhud and the nearby town.

Filed under: Destinations, Solace

Of Men and their Harleys

ma dream harley


A few days ago me and my mom came home from out of town, after we were checking up on our other home and collecting the mail. Well, one of the adverts was from Harley-Davidson, and this bike was on the front cover, with a rider bringing it around a mountainside curve. I turned to my mom and very determinedly asked her to get over her fear of motorcycles so that I could buy myself this one. She just laughed and said nothing.

See, my father got into a motorcycle accident as a young man. It was pretty bad.

And then a few years later, his brother (my uncle) died young, in a motorcycle accident.

They say history repeats itself but in this case, I quite simply can’t give a damn. If in this day and age I can’t have a horse then I can sure as hell strap myself onto that baby and ride her ’till God decides between her or me. I cruise at 200 km/h in my Camry. Alas, if only I could do that on a Harley.

Dangerous? Speed kills? Psshht. Hey, if its my time, its my time. At least I wanna look respectable and go out in style as I get carted away on a stretcher, pronounced DOA.

Anyways. If the women in my life are decidin’ … well, then it just ‘aint happenin’.

My mom said no. Hell no.


Damn I wish I was your lover
I’ll rock you till the daylight comes

Filed under: Ghetto