21 June 2006
It's always the challenge of the future, this feeling of excitement, that drives me.
Israel score 7 on world cup eve- a headline on a website I visit. And those 7 included three women and two children. I am not anti-Jew or anti-Semitic. I believe that all life is precious and should be respected. Palestinians included!
So while some goofs are condemning the World Cup as being Haraam; pro-Israeli groups are capitalising on it by getting players to wave flags and organising protests!
There are five African teams in the finals- Ghana, Angola, Ivory Coast, Togo and Tunisia. I had my hopes on Ghana. But when John Pantsil waved an Israeli flag every time they scored against the Czechs I was upset.
Fine, he and three other Ghanaians play professionally in Israel- they need to earn a living. But supporting a terrorist state that kills women and children is wrong! John Mensah revealed a T-shirt with an image of Jesus holding a lamb- I don’t have a problem with that. I have a problem with child killers…
Maybe we should have convinced some players to wave Palestinian flags around- anyone know any soccer players?
Pro-Israeli groups have also been instrumental in arranging protests against Iran’s participation. What are they doing? Intermingling politics with sport- maybe we should learn some lessons from them!
The Iranian President rocks! He has topped my list of coolest Presidents followed closely by Huge Chavez!
Political parties tried to capitalise on the 30th anniversary of June 16, Youth Day. It was no organisation or movement that was directly responsible for what is considered the beginning of the end of Apartheid. It was the youth; the youth who had decided that they will fight oppression and demand freedom. Many lost their lives, many sacrificed for what we, here in South Africa, today enjoy. Do we show our appreciation? How?
Back there, where the resistance started, there where those who couldn’t take oppression anymore, right there they claim to now experience a new form of oppression. Many are disillusioned with democracy- for them change is happening too slowly. They see the race struggle as not over, but rather as altered. They now see it as a class struggle.
But change is happening. It’s mighty slow but it is happening. There is a redistribution of wealth, albeit sluggish, but getting there. And Muslims need to strive to establish social justice and equality- is it not a requirement of our faith?
Hector Peterson, Muhammad Al-Dura- few of the many youth who died for freedom. And the list of unsung heroes is mighty long. Let us not forget them.
Meet Thabani. He is 14 years old and schools in the highlands of the Drakensburg. His father, a mine worker, died while he was still young. He earns R40 a day as an assistant for extreme adventures- bungee, gorge swings and the like. He seems to like his job but enjoys school much more.
His elder brother works at a resort in the area where he cleans up and serves the many needs of the guests.
His mother also works at one of the resorts. He is not sure what exactly it is that she does.
Sitting on a rock cliff besides what is a gushing waterfall in the summer, but now just a trickling stream cascading over the rock face, he points into the distance. ‘That mountain over there’, his arm outstretched in the direction of a few huge hills, shadowed by the vast mountain range, ‘that is my house.’
What, your family owns the whole mountain?
‘No, no. We just live on that mountain. We always lived there.’
Thabani now enjoys what his father never dreamt of. He enjoys freedom.