Ithaca by C. P. Cavafy
Author Archives: bingregory
Novel Ideas
I’d had this static in my head for some time. I don’t know if it is the fasting or the need of a vacation or what. Fasting doesn’t normally affect me that way. Whatever the reason, I’d had it for a while now, a distractedness, a listlessness. Only when I found myself out shopping with […]
Naming conventions pt. 3
One last thing about names here is the “bin”. Bin is Arabic for “son of”. Binti is “daughter of”. Although it does not appear on the birth cert itself, it is inserted between the first and last names of muslims, or more accurately, between the child’s name and the father’s name. (So in case you […]
Living Tradition
You should go have a look at Living Tradition, a brand new blog advocating for Traditional Islam in North America. It is a collaborative weblog, with Modern Muslimah among the contributors. The team is acting kind of as a watchdog for the brand new Progressive Muslim “movement” and their flagship website, Muslim Wake Up. You […]
Naming conventions pt. 2
On the subject of names, one curious naming convention here has to do with converts to Islam. I don’t know what the actual rate of conversion in Malaysia is, but it is significant. I’m forever running into converts. My next door neighbor turns out to be an Iban convert. As you probably know, it is […]
Naming conventions
Naming conventions in Malaysia are very different from the States. Most muslims do not use hereditary names. Instead, the father’s name is the child’s last name. Ahmad the son of Hasan is named Ahmad Hasan, or Ahmad bin Hasan, the bin meaning “son of”. Because of the different systems, you will have a bit of […]
Shaykh as-Sayyid Muhammad Alawi Al-Maliki
Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji`oon. To Allah we belong and unto Him do we return. [dropcap]T[/dropcap]oday a great scholar of Ahlus Sunnah wal-Jama`ah, Shaykh as-Sayyid Muhammad Alawi Al-Maliki Al-Hasani passed on to the afterlife. Janazah will be held for him after Salaat al-Isha prayer tonight at Masjid Al-Haraam, Makkah. He was one of the […]
Mysteries of the Coconut: Santan
When I was a kid, I remember my father bringing home a coconut once or twice as a novelty. He used a screwdriver to knock a hole in one of the three dark spots at the end of the coconut, then drained the milky liquid into a cup. After we had shared the drink, he […]