Truth & Lies

Everybody lies. It's a basic truth of the human condition that everybody lies. The only variable is about what exactly.

The truth begins in lies. I've found that when you want to know the truth about someone that someone is probably the last person you should ask.
You want to know how two chemicals interact, do you ask them? No, they're going to lie through their lying little chemical teeth. Throw them in a beaker and apply heat.

So that begs the question, why do they lie?


My personal philosophy is that we are who we choose to be. We are where we are because of the choices we've made in life and if you dont like who you've become then its no ones fault but your own. Although there is something to be said about the element of fate, i for one refuse to believe we are helpless against it. To a certain extent id like to believe we can make our own fate and its never too late to change.
Change is difficult, even frustrating... but NOT impossible. All you need is a goal and the will to change.

Philosophy, Intellect and the freedom to fail?

I hold a philosophy that others have lambasted me for - a person is allowed to fail.

A person does not have to be the best, or even succeed. Taken to its logical limit, A person does not even have to participate. This is their right. People are allowed to fail. This may not lead to money, success, fame or anything else, but not everything is about that.

Using this philosophy, what is a capable person? Someone who is smart, can do things, or someone who actually does things? I would argue the latter.

It's the same with intellect - someone who is "smart" but does nothing is not as smart as another who is "less intellectual" but actually acts or achieves something.

Where am I going with this? Nowhere. It's just a blog post.


To the memory of my father rahimahullah

For you,
It’s cool to drive home
An almond-eyed cool blonde
Picked up in Paris or in Rome.
For you,
It’s cool to score a goal in Liverpool
Against Real Madrid or Lazio Rome.
For you,
It must be fine to savour wine
And spaghetti while listening to Pavarotti.
For you,
It’s great to have £ 8,000 in hand
Or to land a higher rank in a central bank.
For you,
It’s a delight to the eyes
To watch sunrise in the dunes of Morocco.
For you,
It’s beyond telling the joy of jogging in Monaco.
Let alone the joy of shopping in Hanoi


So now we all have blogs. Hmmm thats a funny word blog. According to Wiki its short for WeB Log. So now we can ramble on about ... pretty much anything we fee like in these blogs rather than posting it up on the 'No Topic'.
Well isnt that a kick-in-the-crotch, spit-on-your-neck fantastic.

In Soviet Russia, the Internet Blogs YOU!

Salaam all

I'm say, this is an asspishus day. We all know what day it is...

"Suspicious? What day is it?"

A glorious day for all the proud members of The Revival...

"what day is it? What month?"

It's the day people were liberated from their boring lives with blogs! What do we want?


Well you supposed to shout "blogs"!

Anyway, after all that rambling, just to let y'all know, every single member has been granted his or her own blog. To talk about nothing. in. Just like everyone else does and feels special doing it.

Streets are on Fire

The virus is spreading in all directions,
No safe zone, no cure and no protection,
No symptoms to find or signs of an infection,
No vaccines, remedies and no corrections,

Quarantine the dreams and cut off our connections,
Don't let them in, not a friend nor a reflection,
Everybody's got it and want you to have it next and
Don't accept them if you wanna stay as an exception,
No pill
Can heal
The ill of this
Sickness, some are still in doubt of it's existence,
Some call it forgiveness and some call it the vengeance,
Some say it's an exit and some say it's an entrance.

The poor say the rich have the cure,
The rich say the poor are the source,
Revolutionaries say it's psychological war,
Invented by the press; just to have something to report,

Assalamu Alaikum, Welcome, Aloha, Wilkommen and whatever else.

Assalamu Alaikum

No, you are not lost. This is the NEW home of The Revival. No, not the web address, but the new look. The emperor has got some funky NEEEW clothes!

Yes the site seems a little bare at the moment, but that should be sorted out in little to no time. When we put all the old stuff back onto this system.

To go to the old style homepage with the fancy stuff called "content" . For forums, click on the buttons above. or .



[b]No more will you knock at our door.
No more will you walk on our floor.
No more will you drink our tea.
No more will you see what we see.
No more will you hear what we hear.
No more will you fear a fear.
No more will you shed a tear.
No more will you enjoy our foods.
No more will you tread our roads.
No more will you roam our woods.
No more will you inquire after me.
No more will you smile at me.
No more will you call my name,
But all the same
And despite all the pain
You stood to gain
When you clearly said
Just days before you were dead:
أشهد أن لا إلاه إلا الله

Cheer up! (Poem)

What’s wrong with your tongue?
Can’t you say Subhanallah?
Can’t you say Ma Sha Allah?
Shake off that gloom!
And let your face bloom!
Or did your team go down in esteem
By losing Three-Nil to Brazil?
Or did you lose your job?
Oh, no, don’t be a snob!
Don’t ape those in good shape!
Say Subhanallah! Say Ma Sha Allah!
And pray and pray to Allah
Till hope comes your way,
Ray by ray!
No, don’t think of Tsunami!
Think of the beaches of Miami!
Think of Amazon flowers!
Think of New York towers!
Don’t think of King Lear or even Shakespeare!
But think of Allah and you’ll steer
Right for the Light of Faith –
The Faith that’ll give you powers
And blessings in showers,
And your face will excel all flowers
In beauty and freshness!
Blessed be Allah! And Allah bless you,


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