Into the mists of History.

We were strangers. On a crazy adventure. History and literature are my passions. I spent more time in the library than in the classroom. Reading history books and literary works. The saddest thing was I had no one with whom to share or discuss my interest. But thanks to Facebook and its power to connect people, I met His Royal Highness Alaa al Hilaalee in 2012. He is a descendent of King Ibrahim Iskandar II of Maldives and had a keen interest in history and Dhivehi literature.

This blog post is about our Ceylon trip to visit the Royal Asiatic Society of Sri Lanka and the burial place of Hussain Salahuddin.

Worlds of change lead us astray. We went to Nuwara Eliya last day of the trip. I want to share the conversation with our taxi driver's friend at the dinner table. A dinner with much chit-chat and laughter.

"We are cousins?" The driver's friend asked in an astonished voice: "How could it be possible? You are from a distant island in the Indian Ocean."

"Did you read the Mahavamsa?" I asked him. The Mahavamsa is a historical poem written in the Pali language of the kings of Sri Lanka.

"No. I know little about the history of Ceylon and its people," he said.

 According to the Mahavamsa, one of the ships that sailed with Prince Vijaya who went to Sri Lanka around 500 BC, went adrift and arrived at the islands called Mahiladvipika, which is the Maldives.

He exclaimed with excitement: "PRINCE VIJAYA"

Chinese Tea Poetry - Escape life's emptiness

Dan Chiu was an Immortal
Who cared nothing for rich foods.
But, after picking some tea & drinking it,
he sprouted wings,
And flew to the Abode of The Immortals,
To escape life's emptiness.
Now he lives among the clouds
In a palace unknown to humans.
His tea is brewed in a golden teapot
By a young immortal who lives
Upon a peak amidst the clouds.
How worthless is LuYu's Classic of Tea
When compared to this!

Chio Jen (Tang Dynasty)

Joadeh ge Saafu Loabi (English)

Joadehge Saafu loabi by Anya on TVM raagu show

Translated by: Ibrahim Lirar

Two onions, a garlic and a tear,

Two chillies, a lime and my being,
add some salt, coriander and half a spoon of plea

To receive from your hand, sweetheart
A cup of pure love and a tasteful smile

Put in the stove, two leaves of your cheek
Pandan and curry leaves pressed with your lips
and some pickles of your love,
chop the jollies of this delight

To receive from your hand, sweetheart
A cup of pure love and a tasteful smile

Dedicated to #KSBMI

A priceless Gift.

I just want to say a HUGE thanks to my good friend Ibrahim Lirar for this 80 year-old Leatherback copy of  Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, Persian Poet and Astronomer. Translated by Edward FitzGerald, English poet and writer. Best gift from a good friend.

"Earth could not answer; nor the Seas that mourn"

The fist page reads ... 

1936.

I Can Has Bodu Mas Roshi

Bod masroshi party with anonymous twitter handles. Moya meehaa and Crap bag sound.

Moya meehaa KILLED a masroshi!

SOME FIGHTING GOING ON WITH @MOYAMEEHAA AND @LUCASJALYL . @MOYAMEEHAA SABOTAGES @LUCASJALYL'S BODD MASROSHI #LULZ
— scumbagsound (@crapbagsound) December 29, 2013

City Lights.

After spending two days at home sweet home, reading One hundred years of Solitude and Listening to Frank Sinatra I went out to meet Rilwan. 

The hardest thing in life is to  take long walks. Its common to feel light-headed. Virtigo. Giddiness is now a part of me. Like a drifter, I reached Rilwan's office in half an hour. 

City lights they're all with me
They fill me with serenity
They're coming one by one
Until I separate my mind into the light
And I've got my chance to look

Hello! Handsome Sheikh!

No more!
the craps rolls out your mouth again
haven't changed, your brain is still gelatin
little whispers circle around your head
why don't you worry about yourself instead

who are you? where ya been? where ya from?
gossip is burning on the tip of your tongue
you lie so much you believe yourself
judge not lest ye be judged yourself

holier than thou
you are
holier than thou
you are
you know not

before you judge me take a look at you
can't you find something better to do
point the finger, slow to understand
arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand

it's not who you are it's who you know
others lives are the basis of your own
burn your bridges build them back with wealth
judge not lest ye be judged yourself

holier than thou
you are
holier than thou 
you are
you know not

Yeah!!! Holier Than Thou

Hey You!!!

holier than thou
you are
holier than thou 
you are
you know not

Suicide Note: Bodu Sheen Decides to Die.

Hi inter-web dwellers! I am the 13th letter of the Arabic alphabet, Sheen. Yes, Sheen the 13th. The number 13 has been considered unlucky throughout history. But why? Wikipedia says, 13 brings bad luck because there were 13 people present at "The Last Supper" of Jesus Christ. This sound stupid eh? Now Listen to my story. On Friday the 13th, December 2013 (yes, again 13) I decided to die. I sent this Viber message to Lucas Jaleel. "Hi Luke! I'm going to commit suicide. I can't tolerate this pain. Everyone loves Kuda Sheen. I haz no magaam in the Dhivehi Alphabet.and i hate boli font. K bye " And Lucas replied: "Paviyanyaai Sheenakee thiki otheh kamaku thiki jehithaanaigai nuhimeney, mah dhivehi dhe adeve." - Poet Aminath Hussain, Ameen did's mistress. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you, Lucas Jaleel.

Dhivehistan National Anthem

Don't want to be a Maldivian Idiot Don't want a nation under the pataanee media Can you hear the rants of Andalus Sheikhs? Subliminal mind fuck Maldives A new kind of hell

All across the Dhivehi nation Killing, raping, molesting children all fine Television Maldives dreams of tomorrow We're not the ones who're meant to follow For that's enough to argue 

Maybe I'm a Laadheenee Maldivian I'm not a part of a Wahhabee agenda Now everybody do the propaganda And sing along in the age of paranoia

Beyas Nubeyas.

I posted this picture of my cousin fayaz on facebook and one of my friends commented " This reminds me of Thabreyzgefaan story". Have you ever heard the story of Thabreyz gefaan? Legend tells A muslim saint from persia  visited Baa. Atoll Kendhoo. Here is the story as told by Kendhoo Dhon yoosub. Thabreyzgefaan vaahaka 

How i met my soulmate.

Do you believe there is a soulmate out there for you? I met her in the mists of inter-web 1 year ago. We had our first coffee yesterday. ...... and with a smile she said "Life is a paper" :) <3 <3 <3 Merry Christmas!