Eid Mubarak Texting

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Belated 'Id (Eid) Mubarak to all...

As always, mashaAllah, Eid was a beautiful day. I enjoyed it with family and friends. We had a number of family friends and family come and go in the house. Visited my main homie AJ (see pic above) and his brother Aamer. And, of course, I had my phone go crazy with "Eid Mubarak" texts every 10 minutes as I'm sure you did as well.

This relatively new phenomena - Eid texting - has done wonders for the Muslim world. With one sweeping text blast, you can wish everyone you know a joyous Eid. Technology has never been better, I tell ya.

With Eid texting, the individual brother or sister no longer has to waste deplorable time talking to people to wish them happiness, baraqa, peace, blah, blah, blah. We can now streamline our previously normal and, let's face it, burdensome task of talking to Brother Fulan (Arabic for so-and-so) or Sister Fulan by simply taking one minute of our obviously invaluable time and oh-so-important lives to say Eid Mubarak. We can cover the different levels of friends we have (i.e. acquaintances, people we are fake with in person and really don't care about, people that we are content to only talk to once a year), extended family, and of course in-laws with a single "Eid Mubarak!!" text.

In fact, Eid texting has replaced the equally cumbersome and cheesey process of sending eid cards via EidMubarak.com, which was revolutionary at its time because it replaced paying money for postage - astaghferAllah - to send paper-based Eid cards. MashaAllah, our inboxes are not filled (not as much, at least) with that annoying Naseeb caricture and President Bush e-card where Bush greets us by saying "As salami..." I still have nightmares about that one (While innocently grocery shopping, Bush jumps out from behind the dairy products section throwing salami slices at my head while trying to get me to endorse muslimsforbush.com. The scary thing was that he had the Naseeb guy's fobbish voice.)

There are only two forseeable issues with Eid texting: 1) Accidentally including a non-Muslim on the text or 2) Getting a response from someone.

Regarding point 1: Not a huge ordeal as I really hope that most of your non-Muslim friends will realize that you are, mashaAllah, a Muslim. So you can easily explain their text message reply of "WTF are you saying?" by saying, "Oh, don't worry. It's a Muslim holiday today."

Hmm, on second thought, that could freak the hell out of them. I don't think non-Muslims know we have holidays and have "fun" and things of that obscene nature. So instead be "honest" and say, "Dude! Someone totally stole my cell phone for like two minutes, but then returned it back to me, so ignore any Arabic-sounding text messages" to which your friend Billy Bob will surely reply, "LOL. Crazy times, huh, buddy? Don't worry about it, Moe. Say hi to Mary for me."

Regarding point 2: Okay, this is when it gets complicated. Say you, Brother Muhammad (or "Moe" as you like to call yourself, you fricken sellout), included Brother X (no, he's not black, you presumptious desi) on a text and he replies back to you. What do you do? You had no intention of having any further interaction with him, and now, in a blatant act of brotherhood (and on Eid, no less), he has the heart to either return your text msg and say, "Eid Mubarak to you, too! How are you, man?" or worse yet actually call you back! I know, I know, folks! It's a little tough to swallow, but it is possible. My simple solution to this is that you don't reply back at all. While you're returning his message or answering his phone call, someone at your house is taking another bowl of kheer without any humanly regard for you! This is Eid! Eat, drink, and focus on collecting your Eidy, my dear brother! Brother X was only trying to be nice to you because he likes your sister, man...

Anyway, getting back to the bright side of this matter: Eid texting allows you to connect to all the people you really care about without actually having to have a live conversation with them.

Great times are head of us, Muslim Ummah. First we let the world know we are beautiful and now we use technology to stay and not stay in contact at the same time. Figure that paradox out...

Fi Aman Allah

Istanbul's Tradition Coming to Light

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The mashaAllah brilliant shaykh and professor TJ Winter (Abdal Hakim Murad) on Ramadhan in Istanbul (with his amazing writing, you'll feel like you were there):

Istanbul's Illuminated Ramadan Nights
http://www.q-news.com/EidSpecial.pdf


Allah'hafiz

Australian Muslim Cleric on Rape

AA,

This is really sad to see such a mindset amongst religious "leaders." May Allah guide and protect us all. Allah huma salay Allah Muhammad. Ameen.

Links below taken from Sh Gibril Haddad:

"Down under, you said?

Australia is agog over its most-senior Muslim cleric's Ramadan sermon, in which he blamed women for inviting rapes and suggested they'd be better off staying home or wearing the hijab.

http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/story/0,20867,20646437-601,00.html

He has since apologized:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/6086374.stm

(Non-Muslim) Commentary:
http://www.pierretristam.com/Bobst/Archives/CN102706.htm

Allahumma Sallim."

Obviously, there is an emphasized idea in our deen for men and women to dress modestly (and for good reason, may I add). But to essentially say that a woman wearing revealing clothing invites men to become rapists is unbelievable. It allows for twisted men out there to think that rape is somehow "okay" because it's the woman's fault for dressing seductively. Such a mindset can only come from the shaytan. Azubillah! I would agree that in western areas of the world, Muslim men and women (please note inclusion of men in this) are not dressing approriately. And by doing so, it does bring attention to their bodies whether they realize it or not; or want it or not. Needless to say, on a societal level this is inherently problematic and can encourage promiscousness creating loads of issues. If that's what the imam wanted to say, he totally messed it up...

The link from the Non-Muslim commentary is definitely an interesting read. Well, more so depressing than interesting. When you have imams say something so distasteful, it nearly begs for Non-Muslims to use it as a foundation for, if you will, raping our true and compassionate Islamic beliefs.

Salaam

A Techy Moment :: Top 10 Open Source Apps

Hi,

Some pretty cool applications on there to use...

http://www.lifehacker.com/software/open-source/geek-to-live-top-10-open-source-windows-apps-208909.php

Later

Do You Google?

Hi

From the Official Google Blog:

The introduction of the word "Google" to the dictionary...
http://googleblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/do-you-google.html


Cheers

My Iftar - 2006

Iftar 2006

AA,

Last Saturday marked the continuation of a three-year Ramadhan tradition: an iftar shindig at my crib.

As always, Alhamdullilah, my momz did it real big by cooking a great feast. I still think that the iftari she makes is sufficient enough as the meal itself. The food also seemed to be a big hit with the guests of honor.

So...This year a lot of my time was spent on my cell. It seemed as though most people were nervous about venturing deep into Plainfield and so they kept calling to confirm directions. Badie called me up at one point when getting directions and said, "Sorry we're running late, but there was a hold-up with 'them' asking for my passport..." As you could imagine, that wasn't the first time I heard the "Passport to Plainfield" joke. When my man Sami settled in, he had the a picturesque deer in the headlights look: "It really feels as though I'm in another country" he said with all deliberate seriousness. Faisal Raja, who came from the city just so he could get in one of my Google Videos and NOT because he likes me, was the first of the guests. For Faisal, he was quite the tame Punjabi, which is quite odd. Often times he'd huddle up underneath his coat (seemingly in the fetal position, too). He, too, must've felt like he was in another world...

I think I lost track of the Plainfield jokes after joke # 331. But I can't blame my niggaz. The average travel time seemed to be around an hour. As Ali said to me later, "Man, you can say that these people really are friends, Imran, if they came all the way out here." Yes, that's true, but what I was more concerned about here was the fact that Ali also acknowledged that we live in Bufu, Illinois. Punk!

Anyway, despite everyone's supposed long trek, we had a great time, mashaAllah. The yearly Aladdin-Imran Depantsed and Baseball Bat story was of course told. Arabs vs Desis jokes were made. And, most importantly, boo-ing Fahad Siddiqui after every joke (or was it every thing he said). But the best way to tell what the 2pac Iftar 2006 is via pictures, so enjoy:

Eveyone was too busy eating to care about the pics. Except Fahad. Go figure, eh?

Meraj looking like a white dude drinking a nice cold one. Badie thinking that Fahad is his desi slave (throw this away, desi). Fahad never happier. Aladdin...WTF? What kind of pose is that to have during this month?! Hot, nonetheless.

Omar "Riyality" being himself. Mike, Hani, and Sami looking on passively (realizing that Omar was the star of this pic).

Faisal, A-Moose, Nomair. Why when all us DePaul brothers are together must we always be touching each other [see Nomair's hand]?

Omar, Me, Tariq. Okay, so I'm not an exception to the previous statement. It's brotherly love. [Thanks to Ali for ruining the pic -- one day, you'll learn the art of pressing the button on a camera, my brother.]

Sami Haque. Looks good, drinks chai like it's a 40, and XBOXs. Sami "Renaissance Man" Haque. Oh, and Harris Lakhani in the background giving his ceremonial peace sign. Love the socks, man.

Tariq: In a state of mast. Me: Trying to get Tariq to wake up and representin my team. Asghar: Looking hot. Baseer: What the hell are you smiling at?

Nomair, Me, and Farooq. Much love.

Well, there you have it, folks. Good times. Good food. Good people. Alhamdullilah. I hope that the baraqa from the night goes to my mom and my brothers inshaAllah.

Attendees included: Aladdin (3 years running), Badie Ali (2nd year), Meraj (1st), Eyad Alwawi (1), Omar Riyal(-ity) (1), Harris (3), Fahad (3), Tariq (3), Nomair (1), Faisal (1), Asghar (1), Sami (2), Hani (1), Mike (3), Omar (1), A-Moose (1), Farooq (2), and Baseer (1).

Notable Non-attendees included: AJ, Taha, and AH. For AJ, the reason he didn't come was because of something called itikhaf. For Taha and AH, it was something called family. Shady bunch, huh?

Until next year, inshaAllah...!

Muslim Homecoming Queen

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Let's not kid ourselves, shall we? Every Muslim girl out there has had fantasies of being a homecoming queen. To no exception would be women like Jessica (remember her, ye faithful blog readers?), Zareen, and many of my cousins. In fact, we can expand this axiom to apply to some men. Examples include Farooq, Taha, Ali, and Umar.

Well, I am pleased to let the world know that right here in my stomping grounds of southwest suburbia a Muslim desi girl at Nequa Valley High School in Naperville has defied tradition and was named homecoming queen. The "special" thing about this chick is that she is a hijabi. Can I get a "Takbir!" up in here?

Needless to say, crowning a Muslim teen as somehow beautiful is a tremendous break through - albeit shocking - for Muslims throughout the world. Think about it, will you? With this crowning achievement and undoubtful hallmark in Muslim civil liberties, we are letting the world know that we are beautiful and - admitedly a more liberal interpretation - hip. The need to communicate to the West that we are moderate, peaceful, and contributing members of our society has now become, at least to me and I hope you as well, secondary. The fact that this epic story that will of course resonate in our hearts and minds for years to come was broadcasted on CBS News (Ch. 2) is a true sign of imminent victory...

Somehow and in some way the Muslim community has come together to assertively let the world know something that has been questioned for so long: "We are attractive. Inside and out." Establishing this message is paramount to our success in fostering a positive Muslim-American identity. Make every effort you can to spread this news, my brothers and sisters. Let's show them how American we are by addressing what is absolutely mundane and essential to our lives: Beauty. No longer is beauty skin deep. No longer is beauty in the eye of the beholder, but in the lens of a news camera. Or the color of a girl's hijab and and a guy's kufi.

http://cbs2chicago.com/video/?id=26810@wbbm.dayport.com

J Z K

Justin Timberlake - My Love

Hi

My nigga JT (aka Neo-Michael Jackson) is, as we all know, sick. This song is no exception. Yes, I do dance like that, too. In my dreams. I'm really good.



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The Great Bears Iftar Video

Hi

In a recent post [Da Bears Iftar] I talked about the amazing Bears Iftar on MNF (that's Monday Night Football for you ladies out there). I mean, my words did a decent job of the hysteria and happiness that broke out, but what will undoubtedly also do the trick is the video clip Aladdin took:



BEARS IN MIAMI inshaAllah!

Longing for the Divine...

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I just witnessed the conclusion of taraweeh in Makkah courtesy of Geo TV. At the end of the last surah (An Nas) the imam made a long, beautiful dua. The intensity of the dua was inspiring and sublime.

The people praying seemed to be no longer in this duniya. Their hands were lifted to the skies longing for our Creator. Their hands shooks with fear and veneration of Allah'ta'ala. Their need of Him and His Guidance, Forgiveness, and Mercy was never made more clear. In a sense, they were lost. The imam himself seemed to be in another state. At times, he couldn't complete a dua; he was lost in tears and all you would hear were Ameen's or other supplicators crying.

I cannot possibly imagine the actual atmosphere and feelings one would have there, but I do know that it has invoked a deep need in me to be closer to Allah inshaAllah and to also visit the home of our ruh's -- Makkah.

May Allah Guide us all. Ameen.

An Ode to Devin Hester [video ode]

Hi

Like...wow. He's phenom!

Last week:


College:


One more time for college:


Unbelievable!! The guy is nearly as quick as I am...

Holla!

Da Bears Iftar

SubhanAllah. SubhanAllah. SubhanAllah. Seriously, that's the only way I can possibly try to put how I feel right now.

It's been a while since I posted about the Bears winning. The wins became habit forming and unquestionable, so therefore assumed...

But the unquestionable became suspect when we faced a hot-headed rookie QB and the now 1-5 Arizona Cardinals who played MNF against the Team of Destiny -- the Chicago Bears -- like it was the last Super Bowl ever.

Let's set this up:

We were all at Aladdin's for a great iftar party. As usual, Alaa killed it with his great hosting mashaAllah. Tons of good Arab food and amazing desert (the tiramisu was definitely the favorite). Oh, and let's not forget about the huge projection TV (in HD). Amazing, mashaAllah.

All the guys were there. The Arab crew. The Desi crew (who ironically enough segregated themselves from everyone by staying within 2 feet of the computer -- i.e. 2 feet away from facebook.com). And even the less noticeable Saint Louis crew.

So finally, the game started and the next thing we know we were down. 20 - 0 at the half. We gave up two touchdowns in what seemed like a matter of seconds. It was mind-blowing and very surreal to witness. Bears haters like Taha Ghani, Ahmed Hassan (the STL T&A), and even Faisal Raja were basking in our misery.

And then there was my man Rex. Oh man...let's not get into that, shall we? Needless to say, it seemed like we were heading into oblivion and inevitable ridicule. To the point where I told Hassan and Taha that if they made dua for the Bears, I would return the favor and make dua for the Stl Cards. But Hassan kept a big ol smirk on his face and said, "I told you...at least one team with the name Cardinals will win tonight."

Of course, the fricken ESPN announcers didn't hesitate to make light of the compairsons between the '85 Monsters of the Midway and Today's Monsters of the Midway. And they definitely didn't hesitate to practically bow down to Matt Leinart. It seemed as though at one point all we were watching was a show dedicated to Leinart's USC days. To add to things, they had Leinart under the wire, so they would play his reactions. "They're giving it to us." "Yeaaaaahh!!" Etc., etc., etc. It was down right sickening...

But then Da Bears got angry. Or should I more accurately say that Brian Urlacher got angry? Urlacher most noticeably during the second half of the game decided to take things into his own hands, thereby encouraging his fellow Midway Monsters (Mike Brown, Tillman, Lance Briggs) to make plays, too. The first came when we knocked Leinart into Week 7 resulting in a fumble and Mike Brown TD recovery late in the 3rd qtr. After being down 20 -3, we were back in it now at 23 - 10.

But then the game seemed to fade quickly once again. Hope was leaving the die hard Bears room. In fact, some people couldn't take it and went home. Like Sami Haque mentioned in so many words...Yeah, sure, we may be bound to lose a game, but NOT to the Cards. The gloom and despair cut through the room like a dagger. No, actually like a flippin missle launched from a military base in Arizona and right through to our hearts. Something like that, anyway.

Yet, hope remained. Duas were shot out. And time was on our side. In the last few minutes of the game, we did the unimaginable. Urlacher ripped the ball out of Edgerin James as he was going down and Tillman picked it up to run in for a TD (~40 yds). Yes, that made two unreal plays in a row...all courtesy of the Bears Defense. Even more amazing and unreal was our new man -- Devin Hester. With under 3 minutes left in the 4th Qtr and things looking really, really bad, Hester runs 83 yards for a TD return! Pandemonium broke out in the quiet town of Burr Ridge. The room went crazy. The roof was on fire. We were now approaching the last two minutes of the game and then we slowly saw the Cardinals positioning themsevles into field goal position. By the time this happened, there was only ~50 seconds left. As if we controlled the game with all our mental energy and focus, Neil Rackers -- a Pro Bowler kicker -- CHOKED by missing an easy 40-yarder. Wide left. Again...more pandemonium, hysteria, shock erupted...

And so the rest, as they say, is history. It was really amazing. A true act of some MAJOR hook-up from The Rabil Alameen to allow for that to happen. Guys like Badie yelled out at the end, "We all need to go to the masjid and pray 100 rakats for taraweeh." It was difficult to hear him, though, because of the hugging, crying (no joke -- we had a brother tear up because he was so happy), yelling, and chants of "Allahu Akbar!" We piled up on one another. I bear hugged guys I didn't know. I mean, they probably heard us out in Arizona.

To conclude, this was the best iftar party I have EVER attended. A-Moose said it best...Imran, your iftar party was good, but this was the best. What will add to all this phenom-ness is that Aladdin caught a lot of the celebration on his camera. Stay tuned for the YouTube video...

And Allah Alone Gives Success. May Allah bless the Bears. Ameen.

Lyrical Gangstaz

Holla!

Alright, so Taha and I frequently talk via Gmail chat, right? We'll send random messages to each other and stuff. It's all very cute and hot at the same time. Well, today was an exceptional day. Taha randomly started to freestyle and soon enough, it ignited a lyrical battle of the ages...

Taha:
ha
love the word
from the turd who eats curd
and belongs to the tribe of the Kurds
only one word can curb
the rave that women crave which is known as the mean w the tight fade

Me:
lol ... go Taha, go Taha...

Taha:
he uses no blade
to get paid
he is the man w a plan

Me:
b/c he's dwayne wade?

Taha:
and he has all the fans eating out of his hands.
too bad can cant bang like vera wang
bc he is too busy

Me:
but we listen to the wu-tang

Taha:
listening to wu tang clan
while sippin on orange flavored TANG ready to sip on chai while he is so high (take it over imran...i just killed it...)

Me: lol...aite... he is high but the nigga aint ready to die
why?
because.....umm... uh...yeah...check it...

Taha:
fyi this has got to on the blog b4 we dIE!
looks like im a tru nig and all u are is a confedeate whig

Me:
Man you know I'll do that, or is that just a big fat lie?
LOL...confederate whig?? Nigga, I'll break you like twig
what?!

Taha:
one sec phn call but dont worry i be readt ball to haul ur arse and make u look like a farce
man u so whack like crack
u so phat
let me clear my throat

Me:
like a big ol kitty cat

Taha:
im a g.o.a.t

Me:
as long as you don't gloat or choke
baaaaaaaaa!

Taha:
(greatest of all time)

Me:
you done killed it keep it coming...

Taha:
i just filled it
like a jelly donut from (help me out)

Me:
Dunkin Donuts. Yo, brotha, you making these females go nuts!
Man, I know how you like 'em big ol butts

Taha:
lol go immy go immy
do that dooky booty shuffle
and keep that hustle
and never tussle

Me:
you my dog like a mut

Taha:
u smell like smut

Me:
oh hell no...dang

Taha:
from king tuts butt

Me:
man, you still drinking that spiked orange tang?

Taha:
yo yo dont bust ur nut
naw dawg im sippin on pakola like lee iokoka

Me:
Man, you one big ol pizza hut.
You got extra pepperoni, but you still my homie

Taha:
yo i gotta bust on u ....u stuck on me like glue and smell like poo
ooooo oooo oooo!

Me:
daaaanng!
alright...now check this because this is when i begin to wreck this nigga,
why you tryin to test this?

Taha:
check yo self b4 u wreck yo self

Me:
why you stealin lines now?
Go eat some curry with plow (sp)
my lyrics are like "oh wow"

Taha:
how u gonna bring food
u one fat ass dude
we be fastin

Me:
LOL...true

Taha:
u be thugin
and always looking for some lovin

Me:
and you be clubbin
from your cousin

Taha:
i be beat boxin
while u be breakin lookin like a fake
old rake
haha

Me:
who me a rake? and fake?
please, why don't you jump in the friggen lake?
for goodness sake
and never forget to eat your Frosted Flakes

Taha:
why bc theyre greeeeaaaaattttttt
show em ur a tiger show em what u can do OH i forgot who i was talking to
yea im talking about u

Me:
ooohh!

Taha:
19 yrs going and we still aint knowin when u gonna be blowin
19 = 10

Me:
oh hell no.
this broke fool messed up on our 10 year anniversary.
Man, why you tryin to make me your adversary?

Taha:
aint no sweat u like a locked in bet....im ready to rock on on the block ....the mouse ran up the clock
his name was imran from clinphone and now im gonna send him home
what ya got

Me:
[no response was given at this point]

Taha:
what u tryin to hate by takin a break
man u i knew u was fake
yo u bulbus
like hassan said
ur name aint fred
ur rhymes are weak like that geek
fred rogers

Me:
man, you made me nearly speechless. But then I remembered that you're that fool from My Next Trade but you ain't never quite make my grade...at least not with your whacked out fade.....yeah...and I'm talkin about your hair and your game...man, everything about you is so lame.

Taha:
oooooooh snap
u talking about my fade
lol...yo i aint tryin to hate but i need a break ....my rhymes are worth more than ur time which is valued at a dime....do the math...u talk crap...and eat flapjacks
all by urself ...go to jenny and get some help

Me:
oh damn
well, now check this...

Taha:
what u waiting for mic check 1...2 , 3, and 4...
what u on ur knees like a #$%!

Me:
[whoa there, buddy...let's not get graphic...it's Ramadan]

Taha:
i wil be graphic if u cant handle it
then u need to quit it
b4 u get punked out like your fade

Me:
wait...meeting...time can be so fleeting...but I'll be back...to teach you why I have this rhyming knack

Taha:
tizight

And that was the end of that one hour going back-n-forth rap tirade. If you didn't get any of this, then you're obviously not gangsta-inclined or from the streets like T-Money and Pac Daddy are.

Watch out Jin, MC Juice, Biggie, Eminem, etc...

Holla back, ya'all!

LA

Hey

I was recently in LA for two days for work. First time ever. I was busy with work most of the time, but what I saw I really liked. LA and Santa Monica continue to add to my current perception of California being a fictional place of surreal happiness and perfect weather with gorgeous sunsets...

No, I didn't see David Hasselhoff running on the beach. Or Pamela Anderson or Yasmine Bleeth or...

But, LA does have gorgeous people...

Peace and Love, my brothers

Prince Hassan

Happy Birthday, dude.

Food for Thought (RE: Thank Allah It's Jummah)

AA

Though I have a good idea who it may be, an anonymous reader posted a very insightful comment on the recent blog entry Thank Allah It's Jumma. Please do read it.

I guess when I first watched the video, I didn't look at it in that way. Rather, I thought it was more so a commentary on how some people perceive certain aspects of Islam in perhaps an exaggerated way. I don't think the intent of the director and writer was to beguile viewers on the importance of our worship. Instead, he showed the perspective of how growing up in America may lead some people to actually view things with skepticism. After getting some sense knocked into them (almost literally in this video), however, they come to realize the importance and beauty of the deen.

I guess what I enjoyed aside from some of the comedic aspects of it was again its social commentary of the interesting Muslim dynamics we live with here in America. The Muslim rapper (how many of those do we know -- and don't include me in that!!). The khatib that really does try to fit in everything about Islam he knows during the khutbah, but every point he makes is typically incongruous.

I'll have to watch the part about the use of hadith for the wudu guy because I think that while the intention of the director was not to make light of acts of ibadah, we must also exercise some degree of caution because it may allow for the possibility to take things lightly and to a point of disregard for critical components of the deen. Washing as much of your arm, feet, etc. as possible because you want it to shine on the DOJ is not something that is in anyway untrue or comical. Perhaps that was an example of what the anonymous reader meant? That just ain't right. I know I'll need all the noor possible on that day inshaAllah!

In no way do I ever support anyone making light of our sacred forms of ibadat. Azubillah.

Anyway, some thoughts that I had on the comment, which I do appreciate and definitely think that people should take stock in.

May Allah guide us all and overlook our shortcomings. Ameen.

Cool Webiste -- Pandora

Hi

Courtesy of Ali, I have found a possible new favorite website for music: Pandora.

These guys created a "Music Genome Project" which allows you to search for music then it will play it if it has it in the database. But the point of this website is that it analyzes the music of the artist you enter and plays similar styles. Here, the founder can explain it better than me:

http://www.pandora.com/mgp.shtml

Anyway, if you like music and all, you'll probably like the website, too. Once you start playing around with it, you'll get hooked. They did a phenom job of designing it.

Scroll down my blog under the "Archive" and "Links" section on the right-hand side of the page to see what songs I'm listening to from there.

holla

"Thank Allah It's Jumma" -- Imran J. Khan

AA

Props go to Fahad's cousin out in Cali for putting this together. This other Imran is talented and pretty funny (something about the name no doubt, eh?):

The crazy wudu guy is hysterical!!

Cheers

Paris Video

Hello

Well, I had to give you guys at least one video from my recent trips. Here's one from Paris late night, so it's a little dark:

http://video.google.com/videosearch?q=imran+shakur+paris


Bonjour!

The Louvre

Hi

Holla