Amazing Logics: A short dialog

Dexter: you said you believe in God and still you do bad things.
Heder: yes I believe in God and He forgives. I killed Andrew and it was necessary.
Dexter: how was that necessary?
Heder: I had to spend a lot of money to convince him.
Dexter: so you killed him.
Heder: to save money!
Dexter: and God will forgive you!
Heder: yes.
Dexter: so you killed others to save money and now I’m going to kill you to save others.
Heder: are you crazy? You’ll not kill me.
Dexter: why not? God will forgive me.
Heder: no. God will not forgive you.
Dexter: why not? He forgave you for killing others for money.
Heder: ok. I killed for money but why are you killing me?
Dexter: i’m killing you because in your eyes money is more important than human life.

List of Anonymous types in C#

The given link provides a very simple and easy approach for defining and using a list of anonymous types. http://kirillosenkov.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-to-create-generic-list-of-anonymous.html
This saves a lot of trouble of defining a new type for just onetime usage.

Alter of Freedom

On The Altar of Freedom

It was a dark night. I think it is one or two o clock. I think i am awake due to the sudden noise of door breaking. Some people are talking and some are crying. Oh my God! It is my home and it is my family. Someone has attacked us. They are foreigners, and talking in English….
Suddenly someone grabbed me. But I cannot see who grabbed me.What? I cannot see. Why i cannot see? It is dark and a moon-less night. But why the attackers see? Oh, my old friend once told me that man has become too advance and probably they can see in dark now. And thats why the attackers can see and we cannot.
It is not one person. They are dragging me to somewhere. I think it is the room of my younger brother. They pushed me in there and locked the door from outside.
And there are other family members. But as i talk to them, only my parents and wife and two daughters… Where are my two sons and brother? Oh, I can listen their crying and screams. And they got silent. What happened? Have the attackers kidnapped them? Oh my God, they are not coming back…
Everyone is crying and shedding tears but what is the good?
Oh God, the night is too long. when will it be morning? I have to wait for morning and neighbors to see clearly what happened…

Oh God, they have killed my two sons, 10 years Rashid and 12 years Muneeb. Oh God, my three nephews, one 11 years and the other 14 years, and my youngest brother, 15 years old.. What was their fault? Oh God, what happened to me?

I am old and i cannot do anything. But I can talk to them. I know English a little and i can write to them. I will talk to them.

I wrote a small litter, and walked to their military base, about 4 miles away. I went there and a foreigner stopped me. I told him that you have killed my whole family and you are powerful and are here to do good. Now i want justice. I came here for something good and some justice.
He smiled a little and told me to stand where I am and he will be back in a few minutes. He ran inside the base and then six or seven soldiers attacked me, they tied me and bet me with punches and kicks and iron rods and then i lost my conscience.

I woke-up in a room, tied to a chair and naked, stark naked. Oh my God, I am naked and the people in the are looking at me and i am tied and can do nothing. Oh my God, they are looking at me and I am naked. They bet me and asked me about some people with whom i have never met and I don’t want to meet. I told them that they have killed my family and i am here for justice.

At the end they laughed and told me that I will get my justice, soon.

I am in a plane now, a very big plane. It is about the same size as our small village.

In the plane, their questions changed, and now they started to ask me about Al-Quaeda, and other people. I told them that i am the simple farmer whose family has been killed my them and i am there asking them for justice.

In the plane, there was a person, who was a little nice with me and talked with me in nice tone and often quarreled with the others when they beat me too much. He asked me about myself, my family, my friends and everything, again and again. I was not unhappy with him, since he was not beating me. I told them that if i knew this will happen to me, I would not come to them for justice.

I am in prison for a long time. How much time? I don’t know. I don’t have any count of days and months and years. All I know is that I am still alive.

I am a high security risk and they are giving me too much attention. Too much beating, looking, scolding, security, guards, a lot of light and no dark, and continuous company and I never get lonely. I talk only what they want to hear, and listen whatever they say. I never take any bath and I do personal or human things in front of them, and they are happy. But I am in hell. Oh God, why did I demanded for justice?

They pushed me in a van, and are going to transfer me from one prison to another. I looked outside on the road and there are hundreds of cars and vehicles on the road. Oh, they are living in the heaven, and inside the heaven is a hell in which I live.

Far away, i saw a statue, which has one hand in the air, and something in that hand. I asked a guard, what is that? He said, ‘It is the statue of Liberty.’ I asked, what this means? He told me that it means the sign of our freedom.
Oh, I got it. Its the god of your freedom, and me and my family are slaughtered at the alter of this god of freedom.

Inspired by:
http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Narang_night_raid&oldid=411108392
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/afghanistan/article7040216.ece
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narang_night_raid

Writing about feelings…

I have a friend who is unemployed now a days and he is doing MA English. I asked him to write something about his feelings. The feelings of unemployment are of very different kind and very hard and complex to describe. I always wanted to write something about this, but could not find spare time and energy and more importantly could not write as a i am not good in writing about feelings.
Anyway, I asked him and i am hopeful that he will do something.

Islam and Violence

Islam don’t allow anyone to do extra-judiciary killings of anyone. If someone has done something wrong, try to take him/her to law and it will handle it. Even if the law is not helping, there is no way to go and fight law, as it will spread violence which Islam despises.
Remember, Islam can’t fight via violence with its enemies. Islam is religion of wisdom and knowledge and education and reasoning, not blinding and dark believes and lawlessness.