I think it is downright embarassing when non-muslims tells it as it is: it's a guitar fish dumbass!
I knew many (oh yes, many) muslim friends and family who actually believed in the anak derhaka transformation into a fish tale. Many. And it is embarassing. Very very embarassing.
Mysticism is irrelevant in Islam, just so you know. Very very irrelevant. If mysticm is the pillars in which Islam was founded, muslims will be no different than American Shamans and Scandinavian Witches.
Alas, we grew up listening to tales of Si Tanggang who turned into a rock when he was too embarassed to acknowledge his own mother. I don't know about you, but I think the story is ridiculous and should be shelved in between Cinderella and Beauty and the Beast.
Islam only acknowledge science as the procedure of medium manipulation, not Eh Mambang Tanah, Mambang Air, Mambang Pokok, Mambang Pasirrrrr. There are more ridiculous videos and pictures sent in e-mails to remind muslims of the power of God. Oh God, look at these ungrateful insignificant followers who'd only believed you when they see an edited picture of a dog-girl, and not the natural splendors you had granted for us to use and enjoy.
If muslims can be easily fooled by fucked up videos and pictures, how on earth are they going to react to the Dajjal, whose sole mission is to mislead mankind with his 'magic' before Qiamah, The End of The World? (as written in the revelation)
I'm just saying, lailatul qadar is not about prostating trees and jelly water, it's a night when cosmological and astronomical conditions is at its best, and will grant enlightened self-motivation and foreknowledge that will be translated into personal decisions to people who is in a state of praying at that very moment. Get it?
I'm just saying later, when we have kids, we should stop the Tanggang story cycle. People are misusing the whole context of the story by being negligent to psychological and emotional needs of children and bullying them with the "I keep you fed, you do what I say!" theory and defying the impossible by expecting children to be loving and understanding to them when they get older by threatening and beating the hell out of them when they were small and vulnerable. That just there, strangely rhymes.
Oh yes, a message to the guy (or girl) who impersonated me in my Taggie. Just in case you think bloggers have no right to be pissed by blatant insults, think again. And I do edit my own pictures. Yes, it can be quite startling; I am not getting any more handsome but I am getting better in Adobe! Anyone can see the relevance of my actions (the editing)
Ini bulan Ramadhan, Afiq tak nak lebey-lebey nak counter-attack your kurangasam-ness, cukuplah sekadar gambar hitam putih ala-ala 50-an ini:
Up Yours Bebeh!