Daily Archives: May 6, 2011

Lara Logan’ Story: She Survived Her Assignment: Cairo, Egypt

To access this disturbing story follow the link: http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2011/04/28/60minutes/main20058368.shtml
Thank You Lara, for having the courage to tell your story.
I hope and pray that your assailants be found out and punished!
A Happy Mother’s Day!

Tornado USA: A disaster

Pakistan: Upset with Raid?

Click on picture to read the entire article and draw your own conclusion. I think, that the  reason for which the attack was succesful was because it was carried out in secrecy: It was Stirred not shaken!

When the place where you live goes radioactive move away: Fukushima mon amour!

Evacuation zone around Fukushima nuclear plant is extended: A Closer Look

This video via ‘France 24’ is relevant into yet another closer look at Fukushima.

Today’s Birthday: Orson Wells (1915)

Orson Welles (1915)

Welles began acting on stage at 16 and made his Broadway debut in 1934. In 1937, he and John Houseman formed the Mercury Theatre, creating a series of radio dramas and winning notoriety with their panic-producing broadcast of War of the Worlds. Welles then moved to Hollywood, where, at age 26, he cowrote, directed, produced, and acted in the classic Citizen Kane, considered among the most influential movies in film history. What other films did Welles direct? More… Discuss

Quotation of The Day: May 6, 2011

It is salutary to train oneself to be no more affected by censure than by praise.

W. Somerset Maugham (1874-1965) Discuss

I say: If one will learn something in life, is only through the process of acceptance of positive criticism at any time, about ell there is we call life. While hard to find, good critics exist closer to us that we may realise. On the other hand negative criticism can discourage one beyond hope. It is always interesting to look one of those in the eyes, years later, after one overcame, and ask: ” what is that you’re censuring lately”. You may find out that they may not have an answer for you…

Japan orders nuclear plant shutdown over quake fears: Via France24.

Abbottabad Series-Part 4:’Daughter Of Destiny’ by Benazir Bhutto

Excerpts from ‘Daughter of Destiny’ By Benazir Bhutto:

“The summer heat turned my cell into an oven. My skin split and peeled, coming off my hands in sheets. Boils erupted on my face. My hair, which had always been thick, began to come out by the handful. Insects crept into the cell like invading armies.
Grasshoppers, mosquitoes, stinging flies, bees and bugs came up through the cracks in the floor and through the open bars from the courtyard. Big black ants, cockroaches, seething clumps of little red ants and spiders. I tried pulling the sheet over my head at night to hide from their bites, pushing it back when it got too hot to breathe.”

After her six month imprisonment in Sukkur jail, she remained hospitalized for months after which she was shifted to Karachi Central Jail, where she remained imprisoned until December 11, 1981. She was then placed under house arrests in Larkana and Karachi eleven and fourteen months respectively.

She was assassinated  on 27 December 2007, after departing a PPP rally in the Pakistani city of Rawalpindi, two weeks before the scheduled Pakistani general election of 2008 in which she was a leading opposition candidate.
The following year, she was named one of seven winners of the United Nations Prize in the Field of Human Rights.
Continue reading about the life, and fate and destiny of the Bhutto Family: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benazir_Bhutto

I cannot believe for one moment, that while Benazir Bhutto was assassinated in her own country, Osama Ben Laden, an international fugitive from justice, and a stranger, was living incognito, in Abbottabad, Pakistan for the last 4 years,  without the knowledge of the Pakistani authorities, no matter how much they may deny tha fact, especially since his whereabouts were known to the international Intelligence. But this is a personal point of view: to allow a person to articulate such opinions many people gave up their lives, fought for generations, and now try to hang on to the right to express such views, especially when they might help their pursuit of happiness: Political, Cultural and Economical.

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Abbottabad Series-Part 3: The country

Pakistan, officially the Islamic Republic of Pakistan is a sovereign state in South Asia. It has a 1,046-kilometre (650 mi) coastline along the Arabian Sea and the Gulf of Oman in the south and is bordered by Afghanistan and Iran in the west, India in the east and China in the far northeast. Tajikistan also lies very close to Pakistan but is separated by the narrow Wakhan Corridor. Strategically it is located in a position between the important regions of South Asia, Central Asia and the Middle East.

The region forming modern Pakistan was the site of several ancient cultures including the neolithic Mehrgarh and the bronze era Indus Valley Civilisation. Subsequently it was the recipient of Vedic, Persian, Indo-Greek, Islamic, Turco-Mongol, and Sikh cultures through several invasions and/or settlements.
Continue reading about the modern history of Pakistan at:

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Abbottabad Series-Part 2: The City

Abbottabad is a city located in the Hazara region of the Khyber Pakhtunkhwa province, in Pakistan. The city is situated in the Orash Valley, 50 kilometres (31 mi) northeast of the capital Islamabad and 150 kilometres (93 mi) east of Peshawar at an altitude of 1,260 metres (4,134 ft) and is the capital of the Abbottabad District. The city is well-known throughout Pakistan for its pleasant weather, high-standard educational institutions and military establishments.  (For more information on the history of Abbottabad, its economy and importance in the life of the country of Pakistan, continue reading the article: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abbottabad)

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Abbadabad Series-Part 1: The Poem

“Abbottabad” is a poem by Major James Abbott who wrote the work about his experience of living in the area before leaving it. He was impressed by beauty of the area. The Pakistani city Abbottabad, which he founded (then capital of the Hazara District of British India), is named after him.  A plaque commemorating his poem is displayed at Lady Garden Park within the city.  The poem was referred to as “one of the worst poems ever written” by the Guardian newspaper.

Etymology: The name of the city is a compound containing two words, Abbott and Abad. Abad means a place of living.
I remember the day when I first came here
And smelt the sweet Abbottabad air

The trees and ground covered with snow
Gave us indeed a brilliant show

To me the place seemed like a dream
And far ran a lonesome stream

The wind hissed as if welcoming us
The pine swayed creating a lot of fuss

And the tiny cuckoo sang it away
A song very melodious and gay

I adored the place from the first sight
And was happy that my coming here was right

And eight good years here passed very soon
And we leave you perhaps on a sunny noon

Oh Abbottabad we are leaving you now
To your natural beauty do I bow

Perhaps your winds sound will never reach my ear
My gift for you is a few sad tears

I bid you farewell with a heavy heart
Never from my mind will your memories thwart

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