Sunday, November 16, 2014

#100DaysOfSorrow: #Missing @Moyameehaa #Maldives #SriLanka #Malaysia #India #Singapore #UK #Spain #France #NewZealand

Sunday will be the 100th day since Ahmed Rizwan (Rilwan) Abdulla, @moyameehaa, was abducted. Time has dragged, weighted down by the burden of not knowing. Between then and now much, yet nothing, has happened. The posters brightening a thousand walls with Rilwan’s smile have faded with the sun and dissolved with the rain. Five thousand men and women put pen to paper, ‘Good Sir, kind Madam, please find Rilwan,’ they begged. At least as many thousand Tweets have echoed round the world: ‘#Findmoyameehaa, #Findoyameehaa.’ Hundreds of friends and supporters have marched on Male’s streets with the question: ‘Where is Rilwan?’ Scores have met many miles away in Melbourne and in New York, asking the same question.
Rilwan’s mother has said, to any ears that would listen, ‘I am poor, but my love makes Rilwan a priceless treasure. Please find him for me.’ Hundreds have felt her tears roll down their faces. ‘He is alive,’ Rilwan’s father has insisted. His mind has been far from the assorted fruits and vegetables he sells at the local market. ‘How do you know?’ ask customers who have stopped to listen. Without batting an eyelid he has said, ‘I asked a clairvoyant.’ Read the full article from Minivan News

Clairvoyant? It's island cultures' superstitions...

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Thursday, November 13, 2014

The innocence of Muslims?

I am not a psychologist but there is something disturbing I noticed: I usually ignore personal insults made against me but today, for the second time, a Maldivian has publicly alleged that I and my father were in an incest relationship.

In many cases, such childhood family sexual abuse are taken as an excuse by some to claim that some men become gay later in life because they were exposed to enjoy same sex experiences with the pedophiles in both their family and the larger society.

But this is not what I am interested in: I am more interested in the semantic difference between a general and a specific comment. For example, in both Dhivehi and English, many "enemies" of mine say generalized things like "You mother fucker", etc, but only twice such a specific comment as to make it sound like a confirmed report/statement that I was in an incest relationship with my father; in this case, this Maldivian gentleman 'Mohamed Anees', who has tweeted in Dhivehi (below screenshot):

"(sic) your mother's cunt, (you) dog, (you) who have had gay sex with (your) father"

When I was a kid, my elderly relatives told me that if I get angry with someone, I can argue with him but that if I tell lies or spread rumors that were not proven in an Islamic Sharia court, then "Allah will paralyze my tongue".

Most of my relatives, who voted for President Yameen this time, told me they did so because, being the good Muslims they are, they are of the view that as long as oil embezzlement allegations are not proved in an independent court of law, Yameen and Maumoon are innocent of any alleged illegal Burmese black market oil deals amounting to 800 million US dollars.

If these relatives, with their spirit of true Islam, are the real Muslims, then what kind of a Muslim is this 'Mohamed Anees'? The kind that, of course, gives Islam and Muslims a bad name.

NIGHT (SELF) BRIEFING: My Daily Schedule -cum- PLAYLIST Of The Day-cum-Expenses of the Day

I had been so busy with this, I don't know how the time passed, and now I can only sum up what happened important in my life from Monday, 3 to Thursday 13, November 2014:


SLR 1,600 on some necessities and accessories to my terranium, my current psychological therapy in the final traumatic times in self-exile in Sri Lanka.

SLR 150 on "pet chicken" for my children, Bear and Chilly.


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The Age of Innocence again? Life with Kes Maldivians & Kes Lankans in Colombo

So... now you can understand, why that "why help Hilath?" question rose, from a people who quite ironically are religiously taught to step into other people's shoes in order to increase empathy and compassion for society.

Not only towards our fellow humans, but our fellow living things and the environment, too. This was the original message of Muhammad, Buddha, Jesus, et al, yet now Muslim Maldivians have forgotten why they fast while some Lankans have forgotten why it is that, like in the 1980s Maldives, neighbors still "feed" one another in order not to let your "brothers and sisters" starve to death in the next home.

Another friend, not the elitist in the wealth bubble who asked this question, but the friend to whom this question was posed, understood my plight because the latter friend grew up in the basthi and knows exactly how hopelessness and poverty can drive you to starvation and heroin addiction among the vast majority of the youth in Maldives.

"They do not understand the concept of helping each other out because they can't relate to you or your cause," the friend concluded.

Perhaps true in some cases but not mine. For example, I don't relate to marriage but I believe that if straights can enjoy that extravagant charade, then gays, lesbians and transgenders have the right to that melodrama in their life, too, if they chose to.

So, I can understand if most of you refused to help me keep my two children with me because you don't seem to understand that more than 15,000 years of domestication and artificial selection breeding has mutated the wolf into the intelligent dog that we have today which has evolved a bond between it and its master that is eerily similar to that of the bond between a human baby and its parent.

It is not my fault if you don't know this and if you shun me due to my association with dogs because today almost everyone has easy access to information and therefore, I shall not be held or bothered by your choice to be lazy and ignorant. That is why we call Google our Internet God because all the Information is there Online at the click of a mouse.

That is why, although I had given the Pomeranian and the two Labradors to my adopted Sri Lankan family, because of their ignorance, the female Labrador pup (R.I.P. Leio) died, and I had to bring the Pomeranian (Chilly) and the male Labrador pup (Bear) back to Colombo, exactly due to the problem outlined by Carl Muller in his excellent dissection of the Sri Lankan mentality (which resulted in me deciding to leave Lanka because of this): my Lankan village family was brainwashed with the age-old myth "This is how we have been doing things in this village for thousands of years", just like the Maldives, the Sri Lankan Establishment's national patriotic myth hammered in to ensure national sovereignty and social harmony above all else.

My female Pomeranian crossbreed Chilly with my Lankan village friend's adult street cat Issy, who grew up together at his home, and therefore, considers Issy her family and even mimics Issy's behavior by climbing onto rooftops!

The truth is that my village friend himself mistreated Chilly on more than one occasion, and very violently during the weeks after Chilly had delivered her first pups.

For full 4 days, while he toiled away in his workshop in order to support himself and his family, the only thing that his elderly mother could do seemed to be voicing out "concern" that "Leio is not eating; she is vomiting everything, including the water she drinks." And then she goes back to her housework. I wonder whether, if her son suddenly fell ill and did not eat or drink anything for 4 days, she would have just voiced only her "concern" and did nothing about it?

They took the two Labradors to the village doctor of course (during the 3rd day only!) and let's keep the Lankan majority culture's Art of Deception aside, but the village doctor's ego was so high that he/she would not admit that they did not know anything about "rata balla" ("foreign [purebread] dogs") and are only trained by the local municipality to take care of "paara balla" ("street hybrids") with the chief aims of (a) preventing an outbreak of rabies; and (b) to pave way for poor villagers to have "guard dogs" because they are too poor to afford state-of-the-art security systems and neither the government is rich enough (not even with unlimited Chinese help) to provide CCTV apparatus to each household of the 23 million Lankans.

If you take a look at the pet health record book of Chilly, only about 4 vaccines were given in the first year of her birth (last year). In contrast, I took a look at the book of Dio, the sibling/sister of Leio, who now is growing up nice and fat in Colombo (as opposed to the tragic end of Leio in the village more than 200 kilometers outside of the Greater Colombo region) and about 4 pages of Dio's book were full with vaccines and whatelse. I inquired about this and the vet in Colombo who is overseeing Dio, told me that Chilly was given "only the essential 4 vaccines of the first year" and that, "luxury/accessory" treatments, such as worming, was never done in the village!!

I inquired about this from my friend, but my friend said that, being the ignorant poor village boy he was, he was not advised any of this by the village doctor, who is legally required to advise all dog owners who come to him/her to get the vaccines according to the dates he/she sets. So, even though I have heard rumors of Lankan traditional medicine working wonders like magically treating cancer, due to the bad taste left by this bitter medicine from the village, it might be a while before I have the heart to give a thought to even considering whether to experiment with local Ayurvedic treatments. In the case of traditional Maldivian medicine, I don't have faith in it at all; yes, our famous local hero footballers' broken limbs were healed but when later they took X-rays, it was all crooked. That's not the kind of crude treatment I require.

Anyway, Leio died in my hands just five minutes before finally I and my Lankan friend were to board an auto to come to Colombo to treat her -- at dawn on the fourth day after she still had been throwing up presumably because she consumed something toxic from the jungle (both Leio and Bear were fond of eating even rotten jackfruits that were fallen in the forest behind my friend's home).

As you can see from the above photo, at the village in Embilipitiya where my friend lived, nobody, not even local public officials, found it odd that the male Labrador pup, Bear (brown), the female one Leio (white) and the fifth (male) pup of Chilly, before it was given away to my friend's garage colleague, were kept 24 hours confined in this small rabbit cage, which was halved to, first let Chilly give birth, and later keep the surviving single rabbit in the other half. There are social workers doing the rounds of course but they are more interested in the welfare of the village's human children.

Though Labradors, being of the huge size they reach, require constant daily running and exercise, and after I brought Chilly and Bear to Colombo, I decided not to take the two back to the village because the doctor said that Bear's toe nails were so long that it was obvious to him that Bear was kept caged all the first 6 months of his life in my friend's Embilipitiya home (while I was toiling away in Colombo, ignorant of all this). My friend's mother later told me that the village haamudhuru (Sinhala Buddhist monk) told her that "dogs are not good inside the home" and that "no gods will enter any house where a dog has shitted"! This coming from a village haamudhuru while city haamudhurus have no problems with Colomboans sleeping with their Labradors on their beds!! I guess people do twist religion according to their personal backgrounds, tastes and fears/phobias. For instance, customers of my friend's father's convenience store have a problem with the "dogs coming near to the shop" (my friend said, explaining the 'reason' for keeping the two Labradors and the Pomerian during its labor, inside the rabbit cage, much to my horror) but these same village customers (neighbors of my friend) don't seem to find a problem when the dogs of other shop owners in the neighborhood hang out just at the front doorsteps of their stores.

The vet in Colombo told me that due to the same disease that struck Leio, worms had eaten away Bear's paws and one toe nail will never grow while another has been twisted due to muscle waste and subsequent deformation.

Half of Bear's tail had to be amputated and because he was so malnourished, I had to keep Bear admitted at one of Lanka's best animal hospitals in Colombo for exactly 30 days, incurring a bill of 30,000 Lankan Rupees -- about US$ 230 or 3,545 Maldivian Rufiya, because it cost SLR 500 for medicine and SLR 500 for food per day while Bear was being admitted during the whole of August this year -- a bill which was generously supported by a Maldivian friend of mine who migrated to Lanka. Without her assistance, I would never have been able to check Bear out of that hospital in Colombo at the end of its treatment. A Western friend now has told me that she will help me transport my two dogs to my asylum country once I am settled there -- much to my relief, like any parent.

The lesson I learnt from all this is that ignorance is not people's fault but that it inevitably causes tragedy and suffering both for humans, animals and the living environment. Therefore, the next phase of my life in our common human rights campaign cause will be an all-out Information War and from today I am translating anonymously all kinds of scientific and research stuff into Dhivehi and Sinhala languages and posting on my friends' blogs anonymously in order to educate whomever I can possibly reach, not just in Maldives and Sri Lanka, but elsewhere in the world. May the God/Universe give me the courage and perseverance to walk this path until my death. Amen.

As can be seen from the above two photographs and the video clip I took last month in the village, my friend's elderly father buried Leio near a banana tree (which itself has since wilted and withered away). He dug a really deep hole (perhaps to prevent other animals from digging up and consuming Leio's dead body?) but the thing that touched me most was that, although, Leio, my little angelic daughter was a "dog", he still put flowers on her fresh grave and I cried quietly sitting on a chair near it after he went away.

He later told me: "Cats and dogs understand everything though they cannot talk. Our (Sri Lankan) cats and dogs can understand everything we say in Sinhala. That is why they behave and are also reactionary at the same time."

He was a poor village boy once too, deprived of information and the internet, but I am heartened that he used his intelligence and observations to come to that wonderful, life-affirming and spirit-lifting confirmation in times of such a tragedy. May the Universe/God bless his and the souls of my friend and his whole family, and for everyone in that village, neighbor and friend, who loved Leio, Bear and Chilly like they were one of us...

It was also a life-changing day for me. Whether you relate to me or not, the ignorance is your problem. So, that's why, if you haven't noticed already, I now communicate with less than 10 Maldivians and less than 10 Lankans while in Colombo. I am quite sickened by some of these Kes Maldivians and Kes Lankans I meet in the multicultural capital of Sri Lanka. If you don't want to help others, I challenge you to take all your money and wealth to the Haj pilgrimage or to "enjoy" in your grave -- if that is possible at all!!!