Sagittarius Rising

Today marks the first day of Sagittarius and with it the birthdays of Tara and her mother Ali. They are currently in Madrid. I've included a photo obviously taken a long time ago when I had a lot more hair than I have now and when Tara was only knee-high to a grasshopper. Even though I wasn't in Madrid, I did manage to escape another dull day at school and instead attended an education conference in South Jakarta. It was hosted by Microsoft and Toshiba and was basically aimed at promoting both their products to a country that can ill afford them. A Toshiba representative actually came up and chatted to me for a while. I got him to admit that the cost of Microsoft Windows is built into every Toshiba laptop whether you want to use the operating system or not. 

When I arrived at the venue, I registered and was handed a folder containing, unbeknown to me, a lucky door prize number. Being innately polite, I handed it to the teacher who had accompanied me and took the next one offered. Later we sat together and as the time for the lucky door prize drew near, we both looked at our lucky numbers for the first time. My number was 00015. The other teacher's number (which should have been mine) was 00023. So there you go, the number 23 strikes again. Unfortunately, neither of us won a prize. The top prize was a Microsoft X-Box.

While being driven to the venue in the school car, I had the luxury of being able to read The Jakarta Post in more detail than I normally do. I came across this interesting piece of information:

Sheriff came from Shire Reeve. During early years of feudal rule in England, each shire had a reeve who was the law for that shire. When the term was brought to the United States it was shortened to Sheriff.

Reeves of course is an abbreviation of Reeveson or son of Reeve.

There were more interesting bits of trivia such as this one relating to the word POSH:

The word posh originated when ticket agents in England marked the tickets of travelers going by ship to the Orient. As there was no air conditioning in those days, it was always better to have a cabin on the shady side of the ship as it passed through the Mediterranean and Suez area. Since the sun is in the south, those with money paid extra to get cabin's on the left, or port, traveling to Asia, and on the right, or starboard, when returning to Europe. Hence their tickets were marked with the initials for Port Outbound Starboard Homebound, or POSH.

All this is relevant to Tara because at one time she was a great admirer of the Spice Girls, and I can't remember which one of them was her favourite. Could it have been Posh Spice?

My leisurely reading of the paper made me realise how little of it I really read. I only have about half an hour in the morning to read the paper and it's really not long enough. There was a most interesting article about Yusman Roy who was recently imprisoned here in Indonesia for leading Muslim prayers in Indonesian and not Arabic. I've included the full article because it is so interesting:

Yusman Roy: Fighting to pray in peace

Duncan Graham, Contributor, Lawang, East Java

In 1517 in Europe, seven people were burned at the stake for teaching their children The Lord's Prayer in English rather than Latin.In 2005 in East Java, Muslim preacher Yusman Roy was jailed for two years for leading Islamic prayers in Bahasa Indonesia rather than Arabic. After remissions for good behavior an unbowed Roy is now a free man. He's back at the Islamic school he runs with his wife Supartini at Lawang in East Java, still determined to keep praying in Indonesian.

"The problem with many Muslims in Indonesia is that they don't think for themselves," he told The Jakarta Post. "They just follow whatever the leader says. "They stand in the mosque and mumble, but they don't understand what the clerics are saying because they don't know Arabic. What's the problem with using Indonesian? God understands everything we think and say, whatever the language."

There's little doubt the feisty Roy had been trying to pick a scrap with Islamic traditionalists, particularly the Indonesian Muslim Scholars' Council (MUI), for some time. Not content to lie low in Lawang where he's left alone by the locals, he published and distributed a little book on his philosophy. No takers. He then spent Rp 10 million (US $1,100) on promoting a public meeting in Surabaya's State Islamic University to debate the issue of bilingual prayers. Not surprisingly, the fundamentalists turned up and gave him hell. For them, God's instructions to Muhammad in Arabic had to be forcefully defended. "Why can't we discuss these issues?" Roy asked. "There's no commandment to use Arabic. We should debate, not fight."

Yet ironically, fighting had long been Roy's job. The only son of a Catholic Dutch woman and a Muslim Javanese father who fathered 11 kids with four wives, Roy seems to have had a rocky childhood. He lets his guard down on most personal matters -- though not his upbringing and schooling in Surabaya. His ethnicity was clearly an issue; his Indonesian nationality was constantly challenged and he tended to give knuckle answers. "I was naughty," he said. "But I could fight. I like to fight. From the age of 16 I earned money by boxing -- Rp 5,000 a round. I was fast on my feet, a 60-kilo lightweight." Aged 25, battered and with a broken nose, the pugilist quit the ring. He then became a debt collector -- and a thumping success. If you found this young preman (street thug -- and his term) leaning on your architrave calmly lighting a Dji Sam Soe you'd be paying up pronto. The tattoo on his rippling forearm of a thoroughly aroused stallion would mightily assist discovery of the mislaid wallet.

But Roy's soul was on the ropes. What he was doing wasn't morally right. He knew there was something else -- yet it remained elusive. He sought God, but didn't know where He resided. A come-and-go Catholic, Roy looked for help among priests and found some answers. Though not enough. His friends were Muslim. Slowly he made the transition to Islam but was lax in maintaining his religious obligations. "It took me about 15 years before I became fully Muslim," he said. "I read widely and thought a lot. I saw contradictions between what was written in the Holy Book and what people were saying and doing. "I couldn't understand Arabic and neither could my friends. The clerics were saying it doesn't matter what you pray as long as it's in Arabic. That's wrong. We have to know what's being said when we talk to God."

Soon after the Surabaya meeting in April last year the police called at his home. Friendly fellows all they asked if he'd like a lift to nearby Malang for a chat. "It was a trick," he said. "When I got there they arrested me." They may have saved his life. While he was in Malang three truckloads of allegedly aggrieved men from the Islamic Defenders Front arrived at his school intent on God knows what, but left when they found him absent. While accepting the truth of this proposition, Roy doesn't like it. If he'd been murdered his bid for bilingual prayer would have caught public attention and reform in Islam might have been hastened: from zealotry to martyrdom. He faced two charges -- deviating from Islam in his teachings, and inciting hatred by challenging the clerics in the MUI who had prohibited him from using Indonesian in prayer. He got verbal support from former president Abdurrahman Wahid, legal aid and publicity in Indonesia and overseas. Not enough: He was acquitted only on the first count.

At first, life in jail was tough with many wanting to test their skills against the 50-year old former prizefighter. But instead of flexing the foaming stallion he showed a new tattoo on his right arm. This had the words "Patience, Prayer and Emotional Control". "What I did was right -- I don't regret going to jail," Roy said. "I could not have done this without Supartini's help." She said she was proud of her husband and backed his beliefs. With Roy behind bars she had to run the free school -- known as Pondok I'Tikaf, Arabic for "meditation" -- and its 300 students alone. Where did the money come from? "God provided," she said. "All the other men in jail were criminals. My husband was the only person there for religious reasons."

Despite fears the self-appointed warriors of Islam will return the couple seem unperturbed, putting their safety in the hands of the same Deity their attackers would invoke. The home and school are at the end of a downhill street, above a ravine. The police have cut their phone lines to stop verbal threats, but there's no security and no easy escape route. "Prisoners and warders kept away from me at first, but later joined me," said Roy. "I never went to the mosque because that made me angry. "I'm not afraid of being charged again, but don't expect it. the government's job to protect all citizens whatever their views, and I demand that protection.

"The government should be allowing space for public dialog and I want to encourage that. The people who attack me don't know right from wrong -- they don't understand the prayers in Arabic so they don't pray properly. Quality matters. "These people are losers. There are many terrorists in Islam -- they've lost their way. They've become criminals and anarchists. Prayer is the foundation of Islam. When that collapses everything else goes down.

"This is what I believe. There's a group in Indonesia that wants to keep Islam backward. This is a political issue. I'm angry at what they've done to me, but I forgive them. "Many say they support me, but don't help. I'm fighting this cause as a pioneer with my soul and property. It's difficult being alone, but I'm sure God will protect me. "I want my good name restored. I'm an Indonesian Muslim, not an Arab Muslim! Why would anyone want to stop me?

Good on him! His imprisonment is only one example of the religious madness that prevails here. The legislators here recently reaffirmed the need for everyone to declare their religion out of the six on offer: Islam, Catholicism, Protestantism, Buddhism, Hinduism and, recently added, Confucianism. If your religion isn't on that list, bad luck.

Talking of religious madness, there was another gem: an article from Turkey that established a disturbing and improbable link between Christian and Islamic Fundamentalists. The article begins:

"A lavishly illustrated "Atlas of Creation" is mysteriously turning up at schools and libraries in Turkey, proclaiming that Charles Darwin's theory of evolution is the real root of terrorism. Arriving unsolicited by post, the large-format tome offers 768 glossy pages of photographs and easy-to-read text to prove that God created the world with all its species."

Of course, what's being pushed is not God is behind creation but that he created the whole show instantly without any evolution and differentiation of species. It is Creationism, pure and simple.