Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Iran activists cancel Gaza aid flotilla due to Israeli threats

Iran activists cancel Gaza aid flotilla due to Israeli threats

Separate Iranian ship heads to Gaza via Caspian Sea after Egypt denies Israel request to prevent vessels in Suez Canal.

By Haaretz ServiceTags: Gaza flotilla Iran Gaza

One of the organizers of an Iranian aid flotilla that was to said to Gaza in efforts to break Israel's naval blockade on the territory, announced Thursday that the event has been cancelled due to "Israeli threats."

Description: Iranian aid ship

Iranian ship heading for Gaza from Bandar-Abbas.

A separate Iranian ship carrying 60 Iranian activists was being prepared to sail to Gaza, according to Army Radio. This after the Lebanese media reported several days ago that Egypt has denied Israel's request to prevent Iranian ships from passing through the Suez Canal toward Egypt.

Meanwhile Thursday, the U.S. State Department issued a statement calling the aid flotillas to Gaza irresponsible.

"Mechanisms exist for the transfer of humanitarian assistance to Gaza by member states and groups that want to do so," the U.S. State Department said regarding Lebanese plans to ship aid to Gaza. "Direct delivery by sea is neither appropriate nor responsible, and certainly not effective, under the circumstances."

The Lebanese and Iranian efforts come after a tragic incident aboard a Turkish aid ship, part of an 8-ship Turkish flotilla, which was headed for Gaza on May 31. Israeli navy commandos, intent on preventing the ship from reaching Gaza's shore, boarded the ship, and were met by a violent mob wielding sticks and knives. The clash that ensued resulted in the deaths of nine Turkish activists. 

Erdogan bans Israel from airspace

Turkey reportedly refuses flyover rights to Israeli military planes.

28 June 2010

Turkey  has closed its airspace to some Israeli military flights following a deadly raid on a Gaza-bound aid ship, the Turkish prime minister and officials said Monday. An official said civilian commercial flights were not affected.

Recep Tayyip Erdogan told reporters in Toronto that Turkey imposed a ban on Israeli flights after the May 31 raid on a Turkish ship that was part of a six-vessel international aid flotilla, according to the state-run Anatolia news agency. The prime minister, who is in Canada to attend a summit of the Group of 20 major industrial and developing nations, did not elaborate.

A Turkish government official said, however, that the ban was for Israeli military flights and that commercial flights were not affected. It was not a blanket ban and each flight request would be assessed case-by-case, the official added. The official spoke on condition of anonymity, in line with government rules that bar officials from speaking to journalists without prior authorization.

The Israeli prime minister's office had no comment on Erdogan's statements.

Turkey, which had a close alliance with Israel until the three-week Gaza war, which ended in early 2009, withdrew its ambassador and canceled joint military drills in response to the raid. It has said it will not return its ambassador and will reduce military and trade ties unless Israel apologizes for the raid. It also wants Israel to return the seized aid ships, agree to an international investigation and offer compensation for the victims.

"Up to now, we have done whatever is necessary within the rules of law — whether national or international — and we will continue to do so," Anatolia quoted Erdogan as saying, adding that ties with Israel could return to normal if the Jewish state meets Turkey's demands.

"We are not interested in making a show. We don't desire such a thing and we have been very patient in the face of these developments," he said, according to Anatolia.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010




Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of AIDS which he got due to infected blood he received during a heart surgery in 1983..

From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed: "Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease"?

To this Arthur Ashe replied:

"The world over, 50 million  children start playing tennis, 5 million learn to play tennis, 500,000 learn professional tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the  grand slam, 50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals, when I was holding a cup I never asked GOD 'Why me?'. And today in pain I should not be asking GOD
'Why me?' "

Happiness keeps you Sweet,
Trials keep you Strong,
Sorrow keeps you Human,
Failure keeps you humble and Success keeps you glowing,
But only Faith & Attitude Keeps you going...”




The Only difference between Dreams & Achievements is Hard Work.      

 Mistakes are Painful when they happen.  But Yearslater, A Collection of Mistakes called Experience leads us to the Success...”

Saturday, June 26, 2010




POEM: Richard Tillinghast is an American poet who lives in Co Tipperary. He is the author of eight books of poetry, the latest of which is Selected Poems (Dedalus Press, 2010 ), as well as several works of non-fiction

No tinned meat is allowed, no tomato paste, 
no clothing, no shoes, no notebooks. 
These will be stored in our warehouses at Kerem Shalom ...until further notice.

Bananas, apples, and persimmons are allowed into Gaza, 
peaches and dates, and now macaroni 
(after the American Senator’s visit). 
These are vital for daily sustenance. 
But no apricots, no plums, no grapes, no avocados, no jam. 
These are luxuries and are not allowed.

Paper for textbooks is not allowed. 
The terrorists could use it to print seditious material. 
And why do you need textbooks 
now that your schools are rubble? 
No steel is allowed, no building supplies, no plastic pipe. 
These the terrorists could use to launch rockets 
against us.

Pumpkins and carrots you may have, 
but no delicacies, 
no cherries, no pomegranates, no watermelon, no onions, 
no chocolate. 
We have a list of three dozen items that are allowed, 
but we are not obliged to disclose its contents. 
This is the decision arrived at 
by Colonel Levi, Colonel Rosenzweig, and Colonel Segal. 
Our motto: 
‘No prosperity, no development, no humanitarian crisis.’ 

You may fish in the Mediterranean, 
but only as far as three km from shore. 
Beyond that and we open fire. 
It is a great pity the waters are polluted – 
twenty million gallons of raw sewage dumped into the sea every day 
is the figure given. 
Our rockets struck the sewage treatments plants, 
and at this point spare parts to repair them are not allowed.

As long as Hamas threatens us, 
no cement is allowed, no glass, no medical equipment. 
We are watching you from our pilotless drones 
as you cook your sparse meals over open fires 
and bed down 
in the ruins of houses destroyed by tank shells.

And if your children can’t sleep, 
missing the ones who were killed in our incursion, 
or cry out in the night, or wet their beds 
in your makeshift refugee tents, 
or scream, feeling pain in their amputated limbs – 
that’s the price you pay for harbouring terrorists. 
God gave us this land. 
A land without a people for a people without a land




Friday, June 25, 2010

Twice defeated

Twice before Britain invaded Afghanistan in the 19th Century and was
defeated, now it must suffer a third humiliation and rightly so for
taking on such brave, fearless brothers who truly embody the character
of a Muslim as he should be, not weak muslims like us here in the
Western cities and towns.


New drug in Schools...

pass this on even  if you do not have kids in school. Parents should know about this drug.


This is a new drug  known as 'strawberry quick '.
There is a very scary thing going on  in the schools right now that we all need to be aware of.

There  is a type of crystal meth going around that looks like strawberry pop  rocks (the candy that sizzles and 'pops' in your mouth). It also smells  like strawberry and it is being handed out to kids in school yards. They  are calling it strawberry meth or strawberry quick.

Kids are  ingesting this thinking that it is candy and being rushed off to the hospital in dire condition. It also comes in chocolate, peanut butter, cola, cherry,  grape and orange.

Please instruct your children not to accept candy from strangers and even not to accept candy that looks like this from a friend (who may have been given it and believed it is candy) and to take any that they may have to a teacher, principal, etc. immediately.

Pass this email on to as many people as you can (even if they don't have kids) so that we can raise awareness and hopefully prevent any tragedies from occurring.


Boycott CocaCola

Assalamu Alaikum WRWB
Up-to-date info on how Coca-cola supports the facist-Zionist regime in occupied Palestine. Unfortunately, muslim nations/ummah are major contributors to this zionist company. Leaving aside emotions, even from health point of view these artificial drinks, with all sorts of chemicals, is not good for the body. Alhumdulillah, Allah (swt) has given us so many natural thirst quenchers like fruits, coconut water, etc. Why on earth do we have to go in for these chemical concoctions instead of enjoying the niamah given by Allah (swt)?!!  

bycott cola

Sai Baba: Absolute proof of blind belief's destructiveness

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Psychiatrist Commits Suicide


Al-Jazeerah: Cross-Cultural Understanding

Opinion Editorials, June 2010


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US Foreign Policy (Dr. El-Najjar's Articles)





Psychiatrist of Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu Commits Suicide

By Michael K. Smith

Al-Jazeerah: CCUN, June 14, 2010

Anguished Suicide Note Cites ‘Deluge of Doublethink’ In Driving Kind-Hearted Shrink to Despair

Moshe Yatom, a prominent Israeli psychiatrist who successfully cured the most extreme forms of mental illness throughout a distinguished career, was found dead at his home in Tel Aviv yesterday from an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound.

A suicide note at his side explained that Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu, who has been his patient for the last nine years, had “sucked the life right out of me.”

“I can’t take it anymore,” wrote Yatom. “Robbery is redemption, apartheid is freedom, peace activists are terrorists, murder is self-defense, piracy is legality, Palestinians are Jordanians, annexation is liberation, there’s no end to his contradictions. Freud promised rationality would reign in the instinctual passions, but he never met Bibi Netanyahu. This guy would say Gandhi invented brass knuckes.”

Psychiatrists are familiar with the human tendency to massage the truth to avoid confronting emotionally troubling material, but Yatom was apparently stunned at what he called the “waterfall of lies” gushing from his most illustrious patient. His personal diary details the steady disintegration of his once invincible personality under the barrage of self-serving rationalizations put forth by Netanyahu.

“I’m completely shocked,” said neighbor Yossi Bechor, whose family regularly vacationed with Yatom’s family. “Moshe was the epitome of the fully-integrated personality and had cured dozens of schizophrenics before beginning work on Bibi. There was no outward indication that his case was any different from the others.”

But it was. Yatom grew increasingly depressed at his complete lack of progress in getting the Prime Minister to acknowledge reality, and he eventually suffered a series of strokes when attempting to grasp Netanyahu’s thinking, which he characterized in one diary entry as “a black hole of self-contradiction.”

The first of Yatom’s strokes occurred when Netanyahu offered his opinion that the 911 attacks on Washington and New York “were good.” The second followed a session in which Netanyahu insisted that Iran and Nazi Germany were identical. And the third occurred after the Prime Minister declared Iran’s nuclear energy program was a “flying gas chamber,” and that all Jews everywhere “lived permanently in Auschwitz.” Yatom’s efforts to calm Netanyahu’s hysteria were extremely taxing emotionally and routinely ended in failure. “The alibi is always the same with him,” complained another diary entry. “The Jews are on the verge of annihilation at the hands of the racist goyim and the only way to save the day is to carry out one final massacre.”

Yatom was apparently working on converting his diary into a book about the Netanyahu case. Several chapters of an unfinished manuscript, entitled “Psychotic On Steroids,” were found in his study. The excerpt below offers a rare glimpse at the inner workings of a Prime Minister’s mind, at the same time as it reveals the daunting challenge Yatom faced in seeking to guide it to rationality:

Monday, March 8

“Bibi came by at three for his afternoon session. At four he refused to leave and claimed my house was actually his. Then he locked me in the basement overnight while he lavishly entertained his friends upstairs. When I tried to escape, he called me a terrorist and put me in shackles. I begged for mercy, but he said he could hardly grant it to someone who didn’t even exist.”

Michael K. Smith is the author of "Portraits of Empire" and "The Madness of King George," from Common Courage Press. He can be reached at This e-mail address is being protected from spambots.




Warren Buffet Interview

Warren Buffet Interview: 

1. He bought his first share at age 11 and he now regrets that he started too late! 

Things were very cheap that time; 
Encourage your children to invest. 

2. He bought a small farm at age 14 with saving from delivering newspapers. 

One could have bought many things with the little savings. 
Encourage your children to start some kind of business. 

3. He still lives in the same small 3-bedroom house in mid-town Omaha, that he bought after he got married 50 years ago. He says that he has everything he needs in that house. 
His house does not have a wall or fence. 

Don't buy more than what you really need 
and encourage your children to do and think the same. 

4. He drives his own car everywhere and does not have a driver or security people around him. 

You are what you are. 

5. He never travels by private jet, although he owns the world's largest private jet company. 

Always think how you can accomplish things economically. 

6. His company, Berkshire Hathaway, owns 63 companies. He writes only one letter each to the CEOs of these companies, giving them goals for the year. He never holds meetings or calls them on a regular basis. 

Assign the right people to the right jobs. 

7. He has given his CEO's only two rules. 
Rule No. 1: Do not lose any of your share holder's money. 
Rule No. 2: Do not forget rule no. 1. 

Set goals and make sure people focus on them. 

8. He does not socialized with the high society crowd. His past time after he gets home is to make himself some pop corn and watch television. 

Don't try to show off. 
Just be yourself and do what you enjoy doing. 

9. Warren Buffet does not carry a cellphone or has a computer on his desk. 

10. Bill Gates, the world's richest man met him for the first time only 5 years ago. 
Bill Gates did not think he had anything in common with Warren Buffet, so he scheduled his meeting only for half hour. But when Gates met him, the meeting lasted for 10 hours and Bill Gates become a devotee of Warren Buffet. 



"Stay away from credit cards (bank loans) and invest in yourself and remember: 

- Money doesn't create man but it is the man who created money. 

Live your life as simple as you are. 

- Don't do what others' say, just listen to them, but do what you feel is good. 

- Don't go on brand name; just wear those things which you feel comfortable. 

- Don't waste your money on unnecessary things; just spend on them who are really in need. 

-After all, its your life, then why give chance to others to rule our life?

Congress decries honour killings, mum on khaps - Economic Times

Congress decries honour killings, mum on khaps - Economic Times

Congress decries honour killings, mum on khaps
Economic Times
NEW DELHI: Concerned about the rising number of "honour killings" particularly around in NCT area, Congress has asked the government to deal with these cases of violence and murder with a firm hand. However, the party reserved its opinion on the khap ...
Muted on marriage, vocal on murdersCalcutta Telegraph
Congress talks tough on 'honour killings'The Hindu
Congress, BJP seek action in honour killing casesHindustan Times
Sify -Oneindia -Press Trust of India
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UAE vows to strictly enforce UN nuclear sanctions on Iran - Ha'aretz

UAE vows to strictly enforce UN nuclear sanctions on Iran - Ha'aretz


UAE vows to strictly enforce UN nuclear sanctions on Iran
UAE is one of Iran's biggest trading partners and serves as a key conduit for nuclear and missile components. By Yossi Melman The United Arab Emirates announced yesterday that it intends to strictly enforce United Nations sanctions against Iran - a ...
Brazil and Turkey prepare for next round of mediation on IranThe Hindu
Iran must respond to nuclear concerns: BrazilAFP
Iran Steps Up Production of Enriched UraniumVoice of America
The Associated Press -Times of India -Financial Times
all 2,150 news articles »

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Train crash in southern Congo 'kills 60' - BBC News

Train crash in southern Congo 'kills 60' - BBC News

Sky News

Train crash in southern Congo 'kills 60'
BBC News
About 60 people have been killed in a train crash in the south of Congo-Brazzaville, officials have said. The head of the rail operator, Chemin de Fer Congo-Ocean (CFCO), said it occurred on Monday night about 60km (37 miles) from the city of ...
Sixty killed in Congo Republic train crashReuters
60 die in Congo rail accidentSify
Congo Republic: Scores Die as Speeding Train Jumps TracksNew York Times
Sky News -All India Radio
all 544 news articles »

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

முஸ்லீம்களுக்கு அரசின் இலவச கல்வி உதவி-தவற விடாதீர்!

Asalamu alaikum,


முஸ்லீம்களுக்கு அரசின் இலவச கல்வி உதவி-தவற விடாதீர்!

தமிழக அரசின் பிற்படுத்தப்பட்ட மற்றும் மிகவும் பிற்படுத்தபட்டோருக்கான 2010-2011 ஆண்டிற்கான கல்வி உதவி தொகையை அறிவித்து உள்ளது .

இந்த கல்வி தொகை 3 நிலைகளாக உள்ள மாணவர்களுக்கு வழங்கப்படுகிறது

1 - 10 வகுப்பு வரை

தகுதிகள் :
* கடைசியாக எழுதிய இறுதி தேர்வில் குறைந்தது 50% மதிப்பெண் பெற்றிருக்க வேண்டும்
* குடும்ப ஆண்டு வருமானம் 1 லட்சத்திற்கும் குறைவாக இருக்க வேண்டும்
* வேறு எந்த அரசு உதவியும் பெற்றிருக்க கூடாது
* ஒரு குடும்பத்தில் 2 பேருக்கு மேல் விண்ணப்பிக்க கூடாது

பயன்கள் :
* கல்வி கட்டணம் அதிக பட்சமாக வருடத்திற்கு 3500 ரூபாய்
* சேர்கை கட்டணம் அதிகபட்சமாக 500 ரூபாய்
* விடுதி மற்றும் ஊக்க தொகைகள் உண்டு
* கிராமத்திலிருந்து நகரத்திற்கு படிக்க வரும் முஸ்லிம் மாணவிகளுக்கு தங்கும் விடுதி மற்றும் உணவு இலவசம்
* ஒதுக்கப்பட்டுள்ள நிதி தொகை 11.62 கோடி

சமர்பிக்கப்பட வேண்டிய சான்றிதழ்கள் :
* சாதி சான்றிதல் நகல் (xerox)
* பிற்படுத்தப்பட்டோர் என்பதற்கான சான்று (அரசு அலுவலர்களிடமிருந்து பெறப்பட வேண்டும் )
* வருமான சான்றிதல் (அரசு அலுவலர்களிடமிருந்து பெறப்பட வேண்டும் )

சமர்பிக்கப்பட வேண்டிய கடைசி நாள்:
புதிதாக விண்ணப்பிபவர்களுக்கு ஆகஸ்ட் 10
புதுப்பிக்கும் மாணவர்களுக்கு ஜூலை 26

கூடுதல் தகவல்கள் :
* புதிதாக இந்த உதவியை விண்ணப்பிப்பவர்கள் இணைக்கப்பட்டுள்ள (prematric_fresh_appl) மற்றும் (prematric_claim) ஆகிய விண்ணப்பங்களை பூர்த்தி செய்யவும்
* ஏற்கனவே இந்த உதவியை பெற்றுகொண்டிருப்பவர்கள் புதிதாக விண்ணப்பிக்க தேவையில்லை , இணைக்கப்பட்டுள்ள புதுப்பித்தல் விண்ணப்பத்தை (Renewal form) (prematric_renewal_appl) மற்றும் (prematric_claim) ஆகிய விண்ணப்பங்களை பூர்த்தி செய்து உங்கள் சலுகையை புதுப்பித்து கொள்ளலாம்
* பூர்த்தி செய்யப்பட வினப்பதை உங்கள் கல்வி நிலையங்கள் குறிப்பிட்ட நாட்களுக்குள் சமர்பிக்கவும் , தாமதமாக சமர்பிக்கப்படும் விண்ணப்பங்கள் நிராகரிக்கப்படும்

விண்ணப்பம் டவுன்லோட் செய்ய :
புதிதாக விண்ணப்பிப்பவர்கள் கிளிக் செய்யவும்
புதுப்பிக்கும் மாணவர்கள் புதுப்பிக்க கிளிக் செய்யவும்

11, 12 , ITI, டிப்ளமோ , ஆசிரியர் பயிற்சி , பட்ட படிப்பு , பட்ட மேற்படிப்பு , ஆராய்ச்சி படிப்பு (Ph.D)

தகுதிகள் :
* கடைசியாக எழுதிய இறுதி தேர்வில் குறைந்தது 50% மதிப்பெண் பெற்றிருக்க வேண்டும்
* குடும்ப ஆண்டு வருமானம் 2 லட்சத்திற்கும் குறைவாக இருக்க வேண்டும்
* வேறு எந்த அரசு உதவியும் பெற்றிருக்க கூடாது

பயன்கள் :
* கல்வி கட்டணம் அதிக பட்சமாக வருடத்திற்கு 3000 முதல் 7000 வரை
* 30% கல்வி உதவி பெண்களுக்கு வழங்கப்படும்
* விடுதி மற்றும் ஊக்க தொகைகள் உண்டு
* கிராமத்திலிருந்து நகரத்திற்கு படிக்க வரும் முஸ்லிம் மாணவிகளுக்கு தங்கும் விடுதி மற்றும் உணவு இலவசம்
* ஒதுக்கப்பட்டுள்ள நிதி தொகை 11.60 கோடி

சமர்பிக்கப்பட வேண்டிய சான்றிதழ்கள் :
* சாதி சான்றிதல்
* பிற்படுத்தப்பட்டோர் என்பதற்கான சான்று (அரசு அலுவலர்களிடமிருந்து பெறப்பட வேண்டும் )
* வருமான சான்றிதல் (அரசு அலுவலர்களிடமிருந்து பெறப்பட வேண்டும் )
* உங்கள் மதிப்பெண் சான்றிதல் (Marksheet) நகல்களை (Xerox) இணைத்து அனுப்புவது சிறந்தது

சமர்பிக்கப்பட வேண்டிய கடைசி நாள்:
புதிதாக விண்ணப்பிபவர்களுக்கு ஆகஸ்ட் 10
புதுப்பிக்கும் மாணவர்களுக்கு ஜூலை 26

கூடுதல் தகவல்கள் :
* புதிதாக இந்த உதவியை விண்ணப்பிப்பவர்கள் இணைக்கப்பட்டுள்ள (prematric_fresh_appl) மற்றும் (prematric_claim) ஆகிய விண்ணப்பங்களை பூர்த்தி செய்யவும்
* ஏற்கனவே இந்த உதவியை பெற்றுகொண்டிருப்பவர்கள் புதிதாக விண்ணப்பிக்க தேவையில்லை , புதுப்பித்தல் விண்ணப்பம் (Renewal form) (prematric_renewal_appl) மற்றும் (prematric_claim) ஆகிய விண்ணப்பங்களை பூர்த்தி செய்து உங்கள் சலுகையை புதுப்பித்து கொள்ளலாம்
* பூர்த்தி செய்யப்பட வினப்பதை உங்கள் கல்வி நிலையங்கள் குறிப்பிட்ட நாட்களுக்குள் சமர்பிக்கவும் , தாமதமாக சமர்பிக்கப்படும் விண்ணப்பங்கள் நிராகரிக்கப்படும்

விண்ணப்பம் டவுன்லோட் செய்ய :
புதிதாக விண்ணப்பிப்பவர்கள் கிளிக் செய்யவும்
ஏற்கனவே பயணித்த மாணவர்கள் புதுப்பிக்க கிளிக் செய்யவும்

தொழிற்படிப்புகள் ( Engineering )

தகுதிகள் :
* கடைசியாக எழுதிய இறுதி தேர்வில் குறைந்தது 50% மதிப்பெண் பெற்றிருக்க வேண்டும்
* குடும்ப ஆண்டு வருமானம் 2.5 லட்சத்திற்கும் குறைவாக இருக்க வேண்டும்
* வேறு எந்த அரசு உதவியும் பெற்றிருக்க கூடாது

பயன்கள் :
* கல்வி கட்டணம் அதிக பட்சமாக வருடத்திற்கு 20000 ரூபாய் அல்லது முழு கட்டணம் (இரண்டில் குறைந்தது )
* IIT (சென்னை ), NIT(திருச்சி ) , Indian Institute of Tech and Design managment (காஞ்சிபுரம் ), national Institute of fashion Technology ஆகிய கல்வி கூடங்களில் பயிலும் மாணவர்களுக்கு முழு கல்வி உதவி வழங்கப்படும்
* 30% கல்வி உதவி பெண்களுக்கு வழங்கப்படும்
* விடுதி மற்றும் ஊக்க தொகைகள் வருடத்திற்கு 10000 வரை
* கிராமத்திலிருந்து நகரத்திற்கு படிக்க வரும் முஸ்லிம் மாணவிகளுக்கு தங்கும் விடுதி மற்றும் உணவு இலவசம்
* ஒதுக்கப்பட்டுள்ள நிதி தொகை 8 கோடி

சமர்பிக்கப்பட வேண்டிய சான்றிதழ்கள் :
* சாதி சான்றிதல்
* பிற்படுத்தப்பட்டோர் என்பதற்கான சான்று (அரசு அலுவலர்களிடமிருந்து பெறப்பட வேண்டும் )
* வருமான சான்றிதல் (அரசு அலுவலர்களிடமிருந்து பெறப்பட வேண்டும் )
* உங்கள் மதிப்பெண் சான்றிதல் (Marksheet) நகல்களை (Xerox) இணைத்து அனுப்புவது சிறந்தது

சமர்பிக்கப்பட வேண்டிய கடைசி நாள்:
புதிதாக விண்ணப்பிபவர்களுக்கு ஆகஸ்ட் 10
புதுப்பிக்கும் மாணவர்களுக்கு ஜூலை 26

கூடுதல் தகவல்கள் :
* புதிதாக இந்த உதவியை விண்ணப்பிப்பவர்கள் இணைக்கப்பட்டுள்ள (MCM_Appln_form) விண்ணப்பத்தை பூர்த்தி செய்யவும்
* ஏற்கனவே இந்த உதவியை பெற்றுகொண்டிருப்பவர்கள் புதிதாக விண்ணப்பிக்க தேவையில்லை , புதுப்பித்தல் விண்ணப்பத்தை (mcm_renewal_claim) பூர்த்தி செய்து உங்கள் சலுகையை புதுப்பித்து கொள்ளலாம்
* பூர்த்தி செய்யப்பட விண்ணப்பத்தை உங்கள் கல்வி நிலையங்கள் குறிப்பிட்ட நாட்களுக்குள் சமர்பிக்கவும் , தாமதமாக சமர்பிக்கப்படும் விண்ணப்பங்கள் நிராகரிக்கப்படும்

மேலும் விவரங்களுக்கு இந்த இணையதளத்தை பார்க்கவும் :



Oprah Magazine: "Cover Girl"

This is from "Oprah" the mainstream magazine dedicated to women's issues.


This article may well be a watershed moment in American understanding of Hejab and of our Deen. A tremendously important article.


Please read and forward:


- Hamza




Cover Girl

Krista Bremer and her daughter

Nine years ago, I danced my newborn daughter around my North Carolina living room to the music ofFree to Be...You and Me, the '70s children's classic whose every lyric about tolerance and gender equality I had memorized as a girl growing up in California. My Libyan-born husband, Ismail, sat with her for hours on our screened porch, swaying back and forth on a creaky metal rocker and singing old Arabic folk songs, and took her to a Muslim sheikh who chanted a prayer for long life into her tiny, velvety ear. She had espresso eyes and lush black lashes like her father's, and her milky-brown skin darkened quickly in the summer sun. We named her Aliya, which means "exalted" in Arabic, and agreed we would raise her to choose what she identified with most from our dramatically different backgrounds. 

I secretly felt smug about this agreement—confident that she would favor my comfortable American lifestyle over his modest Muslim upbringing. Ismail's parents live in a squat stone house down a winding dirt alley outside Tripoli. Its walls are bare except for passages from the Qur'an engraved onto wood, its floors empty but for thin cushions that double as bedding at night. My parents live in a sprawling home in Santa Fe with a three-car garage, hundreds of channels on the flat-screen TV, organic food in the refrigerator, and a closetful of toys for the grandchildren. I imagined Aliya embracing shopping trips to Whole Foods and the stack of presents under the Christmas tree, while still fully appreciating the melodic sound of Arabic, the honey-soaked baklava Ismail makes from scratch, the intricate henna tattoos her aunt drew on her feet when we visited Libya. Not once did I imagine her falling for the head covering worn by Muslim girls as an expression of modesty.

Last summer we were celebrating the end of Ramadan with our Muslim community at a festival in the parking lot behind our local mosque. Children bounced in inflatable fun houses while their parents sat beneath a plastic tarp nearby, shooing flies from plates of curried chicken, golden rice, and baklava. 

Aliya and I wandered past rows of vendors selling prayer mats, henna tattoos, and Muslim clothing. When we reached a table displaying head coverings, Aliya turned to me and pleaded, "Please, Mom—can I have one?" 

She riffled through neatly folded stacks of headscarves while the vendor, an African-American woman shrouded in black, beamed at her. I had recently seen Aliya cast admiring glances at Muslim girls her age. I quietly pitied them, covered in floor-length skirts and long sleeves on even the hottest summer days, as my best childhood memories were of my skin laid bare to the sun: feeling the grass between my toes as I ran through the sprinkler on my front lawn; wading into an icy river in Idaho, my shorts hitched up my thighs, to catch my first rainbow trout; surfing a rolling emerald wave off the coast of Hawaii. But Aliya envied these girls and had asked me to buy her clothes like theirs. And now a headscarf.

In the past, my excuse was that they were hard to find at our local mall, but here she was, offering to spend ten dollars from her own allowance to buy the forest green rayon one she clutched in her hand. I started to shake my head emphatically "no," but caught myself, remembering my commitment to Ismail. So I gritted my teeth and bought it, assuming it would soon be forgotten. 

That afternoon, as I was leaving for the grocery store, Aliya called out from her room that she wanted to come. 

A moment later she appeared at the top of the stairs—or more accurately, half of her did. From the waist down, she was my daughter: sneakers, bright socks, jeans a little threadbare at the knees. But from the waist up, this girl was a stranger. Her bright, round face was suspended in a tent of dark cloth like a moon in a starless sky. 

"Are you going to wear that?" I asked. 

"Yeah," she said slowly, in that tone she had recently begun to use with me when I state the obvious. 

On the way to the store, I stole glances at her in my rearview mirror. She stared out the window in silence, appearing as aloof and unconcerned as a Muslim dignitary visiting our small Southern town—I, merely her chauffeur. I bit my lip. I wanted to ask her to remove her head covering before she got out of the car, but I couldn't think of a single logical reason why, except that the sight of it made my blood pressure rise. I'd always encouraged her to express her individuality and to resist peer pressure, but now I felt as self-conscious and claustrophobic as if I were wearing that headscarf myself.

In the Food Lion parking lot, the heavy summer air smothered my skin. I gathered the damp hair on my neck into a ponytail, but Aliya seemed unfazed by the heat. We must have looked like an odd pair: a tall blonde woman in a tank top and jeans cupping the hand of a four-foot-tall Muslim. I drew my daughter closer and the skin on my bare arms prickled—as much from protective instinct as from the blast of refrigerated air that hit me as I entered the store. 

As we maneuvered our cart down the aisles, shoppers glanced at us like we were a riddle they couldn't quite solve, quickly dropping their gaze when I caught their eye. In the produce aisle, a woman reaching for an apple fixed me with an overly bright, solicitous smile that said "I embrace diversity and I am perfectly fine with your child." She looked so earnest, so painfully eager to put me at ease, that I suddenly understood how it must feel to have a child with an obvious disability, and all the curiosity or unwelcome sympathies from strangers it evokes. At the checkout line, an elderly Southern woman clasped her bony hands together and bent slowly down toward Aliya. "My, my," she drawled, wobbling her head in disbelief. "Don't you look absolutely precious!" My daughter smiled politely, then turned to ask me for a pack of gum. 

In the following days, Aliya wore her headscarf to the breakfast table over her pajamas, to a Muslim gathering where she was showered with compliments, and to the park, where the moms with whom I chatted on the bench studiously avoided mentioning it altogether.

Later that week, at our local pool, I watched a girl only a few years older than Aliya play Ping-Pong with a boy her age. She was caught in that awkward territory between childhood and adolescence—narrow hips, skinny legs, the slightest swelling of new breasts—and she wore a string bikini. Her opponent wore an oversize T-shirt and baggy trunks that fell below his knees, and when he slammed the ball at her, she lunged for it while trying with one hand to keep the slippery strips of spandex in place. I wanted to offer her a towel to wrap around her hips, so she could lose herself in the contest and feel the exhilaration of making a perfect shot. It was easy to see why she was getting demolished at this game: Her near-naked body was consuming her focus. And in her pained expression I recognized the familiar mix of shame and excitement I felt when I first wore a bikini.

At 14, I skittered down the halls of high school like a squirrel in traffic: hugging the walls, changing direction in midstream, darting for cover. Then I went to Los Angeles to visit my aunt Mary during winter break. Mary collected mermaids, kept a black-and-white photo of her long-haired Indian guru on her dresser, and shopped at a tiny health food store that smelled of patchouli and peanut butter. She took me to Venice Beach, where I bought a cheap bikini from a street vendor. Dizzy with the promise of an impossibly bright afternoon, I thought I could be someone else—glistening and proud like the greased-up bodybuilders on the lawn, relaxed and unself-conscious as the hippies who lounged on the pavement with lit incense tucked behind their ears. In a beachside bathroom with gritty cement floors, I changed into my new two-piece suit. 

Goose bumps spread across my chubby white tummy and the downy white hairs on my thighs stood on end—I felt as raw and exposed as a turtle stripped of its shell. And when I left the bathroom, the stares of men seemed to pin me in one spot even as I walked by. 

In spite of a strange and mounting sense of shame, I was riveted by their smirking faces; in their suggestive expressions I thought I glimpsed some vital clue to the mystery of myself. What did these men see in me—what was this strange power surging between us, this rapidly shifting current that one moment made me feel powerful and the next unspeakably vulnerable? 

I imagined Aliya in a string bikini in a few years. Then I imagined her draped in Muslim attire. It was hard to say which image was more unsettling. I thought then of something a Sufi Muslim friend had told me: that Sufis believe our essence radiates beyond our physical bodies—that we have a sort of energetic second skin, which is extremely sensitive and permeable to everyone we encounter. Muslim men and women wear modest clothing, she said, to protect this charged space between them and the world.

Growing up in the '70s in Southern California, I had learned that freedom for women meant, among other things, fewer clothes, and that women could be anything—and still look good in a bikini. Exploring my physical freedom had been an important part of my process of self-discovery, but the exposure had come at a price. 

Since that day in Venice Beach, I'd spent years learning to swim in the turbulent currents of attraction—wanting to be desired, resisting others' unwelcome advances, plumbing the mysterious depths of my own longing. I'd spent countless hours studying my reflection in the mirror—admiring it, hating it, wondering what others thought of it—and it sometimes seemed to me that if I had applied the same relentless scrutiny to another subject I could have become enlightened, written a novel, or at least figured out how to grow an organic vegetable garden. 

On a recent Saturday morning, in the crowded dressing room of a large department store, I tried on designer jeans alongside college girls in stiletto heels, young mothers with babies fussing in their strollers, and middle-aged women with glossed lips pursed into frowns. One by one we filed into changing rooms, then lined up to take our turn on a brightly lit pedestal surrounded by mirrors, cocking our hips and sucking in our tummies and craning our necks to stare at our rear ends. 

When it was my turn, my heart felt as tight in my chest as my legs did in the jeans. My face looked drawn under the fluorescent lights, and suddenly I was exhausted by all the years I'd spent doggedly chasing the carrot of self-improvement, while dragging behind me a heavy cart of self-criticism. 

At this stage in her life, Aliya is captivated by the world around her—not by what she sees in the mirror. Last summer she stood at the edge of the Blue Ridge Parkway, stared at the blue-black outline of the mountains in the distance, their tips swaddled by cottony clouds, and gasped. "This is the most beautiful thing I ever saw," she whispered. Her wide-open eyes were a mirror of all that beauty, and she stood so still that she blended into the lush landscape, until finally we broke her reverie by tugging at her arm and pulling her back to the car. At school it's different. In her fourth-grade class, girls already draw a connection between clothing and popularity. A few weeks ago, her voice rose in anger as she told me about a classmate who had ranked all the girls in class according to how stylish they were. 

I understood then that while physical exposure had liberated me in some ways, Aliya could discover an entirely different type of freedom by choosing to cover herself.

I have no idea how long Aliya's interest in Muslim clothing will last. If she chooses to embrace Islam, I trust the faith will bring her tolerance, humility, and a sense of justice—the way it has done for her father. And because I have a strong desire to protect her, I will also worry that her choice could make life in her own country difficult. She has recently memorized the fatiha, the opening verse of the Qur'an, and she is pressing her father to teach her Arabic. She's also becoming an agile mountain biker who rides with me on wooded trails, mud spraying her calves as she navigates the swollen creek. 

The other day, when I dropped her off at school, instead of driving away from the curb in a rush as I usually do, I watched her walk into a crowd of kids, bent forward under the weight of her backpack as if she were bracing against a storm. She moved purposefully, in such a solitary way—so different from the way I was at her age, and I realized once again how mysterious she is to me. It's not just her head covering that makes her so: It's her lack of concern for what others think about her. It's finding her stash of Halloween candy untouched in her drawer, while I was a child obsessed with sweets. It's the fact that she would rather dive into a book than into the ocean—that she gets so consumed with her reading that she can't hear me calling her from the next room. 

I watched her kneel at the entryway to her school and pull a neatly folded cloth from the front of her pack, where other kids stash bubble gum or lip gloss. Then she slipped it over her head, and her shoulders disappeared beneath it like the cape her younger brother wears when he pretends to be a superhero. 

As I pulled away from the curb, I imagined that headscarf having magical powers to protect her boundless imagination, her keen perception, and her unself-conscious goodness. I imagined it shielding her as she journeys through that house of mirrors where so many young women get trapped in adolescence, buffering her from the dissatisfaction that clings in spite of the growing number of choices at our fingertips, providing safe cover as she takes flight into a future I can only imagine. 

Krista Bremer is the winner of a 2008 Pushcart Prize and a 2009 Rona Jaffe Foundation Writers' Award. She is associate publisher of the literary magazine The Sun, and she is writing a memoir about her bicultural marriage.

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Can we have a new UN please?


Can we have a new UN please?

Is there no limit to international duplicity and hypocrisy?
Given the intensity of global outrage over the assault on the Gaza aid flotilla, some of us were beginning to hope that the world might finally confront Israel. We were obviously mistaken — once again. 
OK, poor Palestinians have long gotten used to getting swatted like flies and being at the receiving end forever. And Israel has always gotten away with murder. But those killed in cold blood in international waters were not some faceless "Palestinian terrorists," as Israel calls them, but international peace activists and aid workers. And mind you they were not running guns or drugs but rushing the critically needed aid like food, medicines and most mundane stuff such as books and toys for children and bricks and cement for the ravaged homes of Gaza.
This is why the least you expected from the so-called international community and its so-called institutions was some token action against Israel, or at least strong words against its shocking and brazen acts against the unarmed peace activists. The United Nations with its fine institutions and the movers and shakers who run the world body are yet to unequivocally condemn the Israeli outrage, let alone lift a finger against the regime. 
Helen Thomas, senior White House Press Corps member and the considered doyenne of international correspondents, gave a rare voice to America's sleeping conscience when she blasted Israeli attack on the humanitarian convoy saying, "our initial reaction to this flotilla massacre, deliberate massacre, an international crime, was pitiful."
Ms. Thomas who's facing the combined wrath of the Israeli lobby and fanatically pro-Israel US media for advising the Jews to "get the hell out of Palestine" has been taped angrily questioning the US policy on Israel: "What do you mean you regret when something should be so strongly condemned? And if any other nation in the world had done it, we would have been up in arms. What is this sacrosanct, iron-clad relationship, where a country that deliberately kills people?"
Ms. Thomas, who grilled 10 US presidents and survived, has been brought down by the lobby and has been forced to step down. So much for the much-celebrated Western freedom of speech! Meanwhile majority of US media networks, manipulated by the pro-Israel moneybags as always, are bending over backward to justify and "explain" the madness of Israeli massacre, spawning totally bizarre and ludicrous theories about the activists brandishing weapons and assaulting Israeli troops shouting "the Prophet's army is coming!"
IF the aid flotilla had arms on board, why it didn't use them to defend itself? More to the point, how come all those killed were shot point blank on the forehead and in the back? But how can you argue with folks who live in a different world of their own where ephemeral things like reason, common sense and facts cannot break in. 
What's new though? This is how Israel has always operated. It sets its own rules of the game and always gets the blessings of its defenders however indefensible be its actions.
Only we expected better from Obama, because of his own sublime rhetoric and the incorrigible "audacity of hope". Clearly, the more things change for Israel and America, the more they remain the same.  So instead of going after Israel that is guilty of ultimate crime of murdering peacemakers and aid workers, not to mention the humanitarian catastrophe that has Gaza in its grip because of Israeli siege, the UN and world powers have inflicted another set of sanctions against Iran. There's talk of "shock and awe" all over again, vowing to eliminate the "threat of Iran's nuclear weapons" and "Islamic terrorism".  
Pray who's the real terrorist here? The one who hasn't attacked any neighbor, nor invaded a distant neutral country in the past few centuries or one who has just killed nine innocent people on a humanitarian mission? Who's the real threat to world peace? Iran's antiquated nuclear program, constantly monitored and "inspected" by the IAEA gray suits, or a state that has been hoarding nuclear weapons for half a century now and is guilty of wars against neighbors that have killed thousands of innocent people and driven millions from their homes? More ironically, all those ganging up against Iran brandishing this new stick of sanctions have enough nuclear weapons in their possession to blow up the planet many times over. 
CAN there be a better example of hypocrisy and duplicity? If this isn't double standard, what is? Let's face it. International institutions like the UN that were created ostensibly to build peace and avoid conflicts and wars have become playthings in the hands of big powers. They run the world as they please, using these international institutions. The UN, for which I have immense respect, has become a toothless tiger because the real power rests with the Big Five who rule and manipulate it with the help of their veto power. As any student of political science would tell you, this is precisely what happened with the League of Nations. With the world powers refusing to take it seriously and using it to push their own agendas, the league collapsed under the weight of its own contradictions and double standards in no time.
The collapse of the league helped and aggravated the World War II wiping out nearly half of Europe's population. When the UN was founded by the victors of the World War II in 1945, the failure of the league was supposed to have been in sight and right lessons were supposed to have been learned. But look at the crippling powerlessness of the UN today.  It has become the handmaiden of big powers despite the noble goals and objectives that were at the heart of its inception. 
I agree most UN agencies have been doing an exemplary job of providing aid and fighting poverty, disease, backwardness, climate change and other demons. However, the world body has woefully failed in its chief objective; its raison d' etre of protecting peace and preventing conflicts.
The UN has still failed to deliver 65 years after its formation because some at the table are more equal than others. Western colonial rule may have ended long ago but their writ still runs in and outside the UN. The institution that is described as the world's Parliament is sadly dictated by the old jungle law of the might is right. The number of times the US alone has used its veto power to block even perfunctory resolutions condemning Israeli crimes against Palestinian people runs into hundreds.  
If this has to change, the UN must change to reflect today's changed geopolitical realities.  Isn't it strange that the largest democratic body on the planet offers no real say to more than half of its population? The Security Council that controls the world body is restricted to the US, Russia, China, Britain and France.
The Middle East, the cradle of civilizations, home to three great faiths and the world's known energy resources, has no say in the UN's decision-making process. A country like India with a billion plus population is kept out in the cold. Ditto Africa where life on the planet is said to have begun. Representatives of the world's 1.6 billion Muslims are not welcome either. In fact, the entire Southern Hemisphere of the globe doesn't have a seat at the table.  When will this change? Why should the UN be the preserve of a select club? India has been knocking on the door for some time, hoping to get a permanent seat at the privileged table. But others must follow suit too, pushing for a complete restructuring of the world body. It's time to build a new UN and a new world order. A just and democratic world is not possible without justice and equality at the UN.


Lavishness life style that really makes him simply incomparable out from rest of the world as Forbes analysis billionaires list... 

Saudi prince (Al-Waleed bin Talal) buys world's first 'Flying Palace' 

Prince Al-Waleed signs on the dotted line to purchase his Airbus 380 at the Dubai air show 

Inside the world's biggest private jet with 4-poster beds, Turkish bath... and a place to park the Rolls 

In a space normally given to 600 passengers, the owner and his guests will enjoy five-star treatment from the moment of arrival.

After driving up to his plane, he will have the car parked in the onboard garage.

A lift drops to the tarmac and a red carpet unfurls, with downlights to 'give the impression of turning up at the Oscars', according to Design Q's co-founder Gary Doy. The belly of the A380 has been turned into a relaxation zone, including a Turkish bath lined with marble only two millimetres thick to keep the weight down.

Next door is a wellbeing room, with the floor and walls turned into a giant screen showing the ground down below. Guests can stand on a 'magic carpet' and watch the journey, a scented breeze blowing into the room.

If work really is unavoidable, the boardroom is on hand with iTouch screens and live share prices projected on to the tables. For conference calls, a business partner on the ground can be virtually projected on to the table to 'join' a meeting.

The five suites which form the owner's private quarters have king- size beds, entertainment systems and a prayer room featuring computergenerated prayer mats which always face Mecca. A lift shuttles between the plane's three floors, from the private quarters upstairs, down to the concert hall, featuring a baby grand piano and seating for ten, and to the garage below. 

There are around 20 'sleepers' - the equivalent of First Class seats - for extra guests. According to the designers, the style is elegant curves and swirls of Arabic writing.


Al-Waleed Spends $176 Million to Outfit His A380 

After dropping close to $320 million on his new Airbus A380 jet, Prince Al-Waleed of Saudi Arabia is spending another $176 million on ultra-lavish modifications, including a $60 million gold leaf paintjob. An unnamed German company is customizing the interior of the plane to include:

  • A lounge to seat a traveling entourage of 25 trusted aides;
  • A marble-paneled dining room with seating for 14;
  • A bar with curtains to mimic tents of the Arabian Desert;
  • A fiber-optic mosaic that will depict a shifting desert scene;
  • A movie theatre with plush leather seats the color of sand dunes;
  • A series of bedrooms linked to stewardesses by intercom;
  • A gym with Nautilus equipment and running machines; and
  • A large silk bed designed to resemble a Bedouin tent that will be the centerpiece of the plane?s interior.

Reports speak of the decor as being ?Lawrence of Arabia meets Star Wars.? Al-Waleed?s A380 will be completed in two years, and in the meantime he will cruise in his Boeing 747 Jumbo Jet.


Al-Waleed bin Talal was born to Talal ibn Abd al-Aziz, son of the founding King of Saudi Arabia, Abdul Aziz Al Saud, and Princess Mona Al-Solh, Daughter of Lebanon's first Prime Minister. He is Prince Talal's second son.

Al-Waleed completed a bachelor of science degree in business administration at Menlo College in 1979 and masters in social science at the Maxwell School of Citizenship and Public Affairs of Syracuse University, in 1985. He was also awarded an honorary PhD from theUniversity of Exeter. Prince Waleed's children are: Prince Khaled and Princess Reem who are from his first wife, Princess Dalal bint Saud bin Abdul Aziz. And Prince Najem and Princess Mona who are from Princess Deborah of Saudi Arabia, whom is one of Waleed bin Talal's current wives. Despite being the nephew of King Abdullah of Saudi Arabia, he has stayed outside of the core of political power in Saudi Arabia, and instead built a large international corporation called the Kingdom Holding Company, through which he makes his investments.