DARUL ULOOM NEWCASTLE SOUTH AFRICA: Molana Qasim Sema.

DARUL ULOOM NEWCASTLE SOUTH AFRICA
Mawlana Qasim Muhammad Sema
The 300 years of Islam in South Africa have seen the influence of Sheikh Yusuf Macasari dominate the first century with the establishment of Islam on these shores. The next hundred years felt the influence of Tuan Guru who saw to the establishment of the first Masjid and Madresa in SA. And the next century was overwhelmingly dominated by the works and sacrifice of Moulana Cassim Sema, the founder of the first Darul Uloom in SA(possibly the first Darul Uloom teaching through the medium of English in the world), who also had an immense role to play in establishing the work of Tableegh as well as Da’wah among non-Muslims.

Moulana Sema was a visionary, an extraordinarily dedicated man, who served Islam till his last days. This short dedication to this hero of Islam can never do justice to his legacy and I will suffice with but a few facts, for to write of all his work will require many pages.

Moulana Cassim Mohammed Sema was born on 12 May 1920 in Newcastle, KwaZulu Natal. At the age of five he started his Islamic and secular studies, schooling at Oswalds School in Newcastle. Due to Apartheid laws which restricted Indians from academic qualifications, he finished standard six (grade eight). His first Islamic tutor was Moulana Hafiz Shams-al-Din who taught in Newcastle for three years before returning to India. During this time, Moulana learnt to read the Qur’aan as well as Urdu. Another early teacher was Hafiz Ikram-al-Din of India. By the age of nine, Moulana Sema was singled out to recite Qur’aan when guests arrived at the Madresa where he was a student. Moulana Sema began the memorisation of the Qur’aan by Hafiz Amin al-Din Uthmani of India completing seven chapters under him. Among Moulana’s other early teachers were Hajee Abd-al-Sattar, Hafiz Patel and Moulana Ali Ahmed Ansari, a graduate of Darul Uloom Deoband. Under him Moulana memorised another two chapters of the Qur’aan.

By now a young man, Moulana Sema was very punctual with his prayers and showed an intense desire for knowledge. He started teaching younger members of the family. Moulana Mia of the Watervaal Institute was an inspiration to Moulana when he visited Newcastle in 1935 and encouraged the community to study Islam. Moulana Mia advised Moulana Sema to either study medicine or go abroad to become an Aalim. Moulana chose Islam and left for India on 23 October 1935. He enrolled at Jamiah Islamiyah Dhabel, an Islamic institution in Gujarat, India. Moulana entered the Aalim Faadhil course learning Persian, Arabic, Qur’aan and Hadith among a host of other subjects. Among his teachers were Moulana Yusuf Binnori, Moulana Badre Aalam, Moulana Nazim Nadwi and Moulana Amrohi rahimahumullah.

Moulana Sema qualified in September/October 1942 at the age of 22. He decided to return to SA where a teaching post awaited him in Mia’s Farm. Unfortunately, World War II broke out and passenger ships stopped operating due to Japanese attacks. Due to demand, a steamboat called the Tilaawa was arranged to take passengers to Africa. On 23 Novemeber 1942 it left Bombay with 1,000 passengers and 300 crew. En route it was attacked by Japanese torpedoes and sank. Moulana and 124 passengers only survived. They were taken back to Bombay. Moulana was then employed by Majlis-e-Ilmi in Simlak, where he was engaged in academic work on Athaar-al-Sunan by Allamah Nimwi. Moulana spent a year in Simlak preparing his own meals and sometimes led Salaah in the Masjid.

Moulana went to meet the founder of the work of Tableegh, Moulana Ilyaas rahimahullah. (Moulana Sema was said to be the last person in South Africa alive who had seen Moulana Ilyaas personally). Moulana Sema then visited Darul Uloom Deoband. He spent Ramadaan with his teacher of Tajweed and the person by whom he had completed Hifzul Qur’aan in 1941, Moulana Qari Mohammed Yaamin. Moulana met Sheikhul Hadith Moulana Zakariyya rahimahullah in Saharanpur. Moulana Sema left India in 1944 and arrived in SA on 5 February 1944. Moulana Sema was warmly welcomed at Glencoe before he arrived in Newcastle. He was heartbroken that his mother had passed away in 1941 while he was studying. Moulana Sema got several job offers but he accepted the offer from the Wasbank Muslim community. Moulana Sema taught in Wasbank and took two years to formulate a Madreas syllabus, the first in SA for the afternoon Madresa.

Moulana Sema got married on 30 September 1945 to Apa Sakina Bibi. Moulana has four sons and one daughter from this marriage: Imran, Luqman, Zakariyya, Mohammed and Maryam. Apa Sakina passed away in 1998. Moulana Sema then got married in 1998 to Wedadt Breda of Cape Town and a daughter Qudsiyyah was born in 2003.

In 1949, Moulana Sema started propagation work among the Black communities in Msinga Reserve. Over 10 years, 900 people in Msinga reverted to Islam. On 30 October 1960 the first Da’wah Ijtima was held in Wasbank. A Masjid and Madresa was built in the Makhakhane area. Moulana Sema was in the first Tableegh Jamaat with Haji Bhai Padia. In 1961 Moulana Sema went with a Jamaat to Malawi for the first Southern Africa Ijtima. Moulana Sema sahib was instrumental in organising the first SA Ijtima at Ladysmith in 1961. A few months later he went in the first SA Jamaat to go to India for four months. On return, Moulana Sema sahib was arrested in Makhakhane Masjid under Apartheid laws which did not let Indians go into Black areas. Moulana was fined and for ten years he fought for Makhakhane Masjid which the government wanted destroyed. Throughout, Da’wah continued in secret as well as night Madresa classes. Then a Masjid was established in Tugela Ferry which the government also wanted demolished. With the Help of Allah, this Masjid survived and stands till today. Moulana Sema, despite the oppressive laws of Apartheid, regularly preached Islam in Msinga Reserve.

After 23 years of service in Wasbank, Moulana Sema returned to Newcastle in 1968 as Principal of the Madresa and head of the Newcastle Muslim Community. He lectured every Friday in Urdu, and this gradually changed to English as the younger generation grew up. In 1967, the Jamiatul Ulama Natal met to choose a single Madresa syllabus for the Province. Moulana Sema’s syllabus was chosen which he designed while teaching in Wasbank. This was the first time that a well-structured syllabus was produced for the Madresas. Moulana Sema spent a year in the service of the Jamiatul Ulama. He then set up a furniture factory shop in Alcockspruit near Newcastle but this had to close due to new industrial laws. Moulana Sema then spent a few months as Principal and Imam of Glencoe while negotiations for the Darul Uloom land were finalised.

Moulana Sema had tried since 1946 to establish an Islamic institution with boarding facilities. In 1969 the St Dominics Academy (a Roman Catholic Convent laying vacant for 15 years) was bought for R83,000 after immense effort on the path of Moulana Sema to try and get the finance. The Darul Uloom in Newcastle, the first in SA and possibly the first using the English medium in the world, was officially opened on 13 May 1973. Moulana Sema decided to go to India and Pakistan for 40 days Jamaat before starting in the Darul Uloom. He was unable to get a booking so left for Jeddah via London where he met the Jamaat. He then went with them to Pakistan. Moulana Sema sahib met his former lecturer Moulana Yusuf Binnouri and Moulana Sema asked him to devise a syllabus for the Newcastle Darul Uloom. Moulana then went to India and the Tableegh headquarters before visiting Darul Uloom Deoband and returning home. Classes officially began on 9 September 1973 with 9 boarding students. For the first three years Moulana Sema taught alone while his late wife Apa Sakina cooked the student’s food and did their laundry. Moulana Mansoorul Haq was the first foreign teacher to be brought in 1975. This was the first time a teacherwas allowed to come from India since 1950 to teach in local Madresas or be Imam. About 46 teachers have taught in the Darul Uloom over its history including Mufti Abdul Kader Hoosain of Channel Islam. Currently Hifz and a six year Aalim course are offered. Today more than 40% of the students are foreigners from countries like Malawi, Somalia, Kenya, Zimbabwe and Egypt. Students have also come from USA, UK, Canada, Malaysia, Philippines,Yemen.Jordan,Algeria,Palistine,France,Thailand,Tunisia,Palistine,Australia, Mauritius and Lebanon. The first Jalsa was held on 4 December 1977. The first batch of students qualified in the 3-year course on offer then. In 1983 the first students qualified in the new 6-year Aalim course. 284 Huffaaz qualified 1975-2005. 373 Aalim students qualified 1983-2005.

This glorious sun that was Moulana Sema set on the 9 June 2007. Moulana left this world, leaving behind a legacy of Islam in SA that is unparalleled. His funeral was attended by almost 4,000 people from all over SA, including senior Ulama and students. Moulana was 87 years old and a measure of his acceptance is that he was still teaching in this, his last year of his life. His wife mentions that he only ever missed three Juma in his life, owing to sickness or some other excuse. A measure of his extreme humility which engendered total loyalty and love for him by his students and colleagues was that he accepted invitations from even the poorest of his students, eating in their humble homes. Without a shadow of doubt Moulana Sema was one of the greatest Ulama of SA, a visionary and the Mujaddid (reformer) of the third century of Islam in SA. He was in some way or the other involved in establishing many of the great movements for the preservation and spread of Islam in SA: The Tableegh Jamaat, the Jamiatul Ulama Natal, madresas, Da’wah to non-Muslims, the Darul Uoom, teaching Hadith and Qur’aan in English, the first translation of the Qur’aan into Zulu, the now famous Tableegh Ijtimas and a myriad other works of Islam. It can be truthfully said that no corner of SA has not felt the warmth of this sun’s rays in some way or the other. May Allah reward Hazrat Moulana Cassim Mohammed Sema on behalf of the Muslims of South Africa and the world. He was a true heir of the Sahaaba and the Prophets dedicating a lifetime to Deen.

SubhanAllah!

Different.

I used to feel different to all the kids my age. Most of us usually do feel that we are different. Special maybe. Like we mean a lot to the world. I think that is quite normal.. but I don’t  know if that should be normal. There is a difference between “feeling different” and “being different” and often times, it is misunderstood by many. When we die, we will be remembered for the things we did, not what we intended to do.
Sometimes we feel empty, confused, alone or incomplete but we don’t realize that everyone is going through some kind of inner turmoil. The struggles we go through makes us feel different.
You might be facing a really uncomfortable chapter in your journey, searching for… Something, Anything! But then again.. So is everyone else.
This is not the end!
No, Allah will Never burden us with anything we cannot bear! How comforting SubhanAllah! Sometimes we feel as if we just. Cant. Go. On! But we caaaan! Allah knows we can! We need to trust His plan.
Once I was feeling very out of sorts, the niggling feeling tugging at my intestines, nail biting, shift in my seat sort of out of sorts. The reason was this: حب الدنيا . The love of the world. Truly truly truly, the heart cannot reside two conflicting loves! You simply devote your heart to your religion and the world. One has to go. So I thought to myself, I need direction. A list. A plan. I thought about all the things I did that took my mind away from Allah and started from number 1. Get rid of number 1 asap. Check. And such is what I did! AlHamdulillah I felt sooo much better almost instantaneously! All we need is the right sort of motivation and constantly begging Allah for guidance. Who else is going to guide us?  Who else is going to heal us?
I am still very very far from my goal ( we most certainly MUST set goals for ourselves, we can be vrot and stagnant all our lives!) But alHamdulillah, getting rid of the thing that was stealing my time ( my life) helped me tremendously in lighting the pathway to the road I want to be journeying on. AlHamdulillah.
Begin in Allah’s name. Make lists. Set goals. Speak less. Eat less. Sleep less. Smile more. One at a time inshaAllah. Pray hard.
Remember, alHamdulillah all day everyday!

PS: going through tough times is a purification for our nafs. Jannah is for the pure. We need to be purified to get to our Home. Allah loves us.

-Fayami

The first time I felt it.

I was nine. I remember the day clearly, well, why wouldn’t I? This wasn’t an everyday normal occurrence. A lot happened that year and the memories are all tucked away in my brain.
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon and as usual, I was out playing with my siblings. Either hide and seek or cops and robbers! I was running as fast as I could ( maybe I wasn’t) and I just stopped short. I felt it. Right then and there. My heart felt as if it was being clenched by an angry fist. An image immediately flashed into my head. White pages.  My stomach twisted into knots. I knew what was happening and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I remembered. All too well I remembered.

I remembered that I had homework due for the following day and I couldn’t deny that the talons squeezing at my heartstrings was non other than dark, dirty depression.
From that day began my uncomfortable relationship with…

School. Big school. Homework school.

All these swearwords travelled through my nine year old brain and helped me nought. The depression was still there. Playing with my siblings, once seemed like the fun-nest form of entertainment in the world now seemed like something so far fetched, like I would ever be allowed to do that again, with homework and stuff in my life!
Yes, I took it very personally.
The best school year of my life was Montessori and I was 4. I looked forward to it and I thoroughly enjoyed myself!
After that, I’ve always strongly disliked school and I would not recommend it to anyone. It’s not that I struggled or had a learning disability, I always found our subjects really easy but All the unnecessary information children are force fed, the social and emotional trauma often accompanied by bullying and being exposed to vulgarity is really a put off. You either become a bully or end up being bullied. Let’s not even get started on the homework. Oh the homework that denied us our playtime.

In primary school, being very talkative and jokey, I had lots of friends and everyone was friends with everyone.
High school is another story. Grade 8 was an experience and a half AlHamdulillah. I was the outcast and I was glad. I was friends with the quiet kids and one teacher asked me if I was always this quiet ( haha). I was convinced I was going to fail grade 8 so naturally I hated school. (It was accounting).I begged my mother to take me out and she was very keen. Of course, mum doesn’t agree with school either. (That’s another story for another day)
But when it got to the last few days, our teacher ( who I was in love with) told us that we all passed! AlHamdulillah! Now I hated school a little bit less! So I asked my mum to rather leave me in school but mum had already notified the teachers that I wasn’t coming back. Oh well.
And so began some of the best days of my life to date, AlHamdulillah!

[ School should not be imposed on children. It is hurtful and a form of bullying and it kills beautiful qualities like passion, hope, moral excellence and helps create a zombie generation.- Wise words extracted from me ]
-Fayami

How to wake up early!

Yesterday, I gave you one key tip to increase your productivity during the day.

 

It was about waking up in the morning and starting your day early to seek the barakah of the early hours, based on the hadith.

 

But what if you find it hard to wake up early? 

 

The answer comes from another tip based on the sunnah:

 

It is makruh (disliked) to stay awake after Isha.  

 

Now of course, there may be times when you’re spending time with your spouse or doing something beneficial, no problem.  

 

But in general, your focus should be to go to sleep as quickly as you can after Isha.

 

Especially if you start your day early to take that barakah from the morning, by Isha time, you will feel that fulfilling exhaustion.  You will feel so good.

 

You sleep after Isha and you wake up at Fajr the next day.

And your body starts getting into a rhythm like that.

 

So two tips together: start work after Fajr and sleep after Isha.

 

Pretty simple, but pretty amazing when you implement it.

 

-Fayami

Want to become more productive? (Sunnah Style)

Do you ever get frustrated that there aren’t enough hours in the day to get done what you need to get done? 

 

Where does the time go?

 

We all have a 24 hour day.  How do some people get so much done than others?

 
And today, I’m going to share one time mastery tip from the sunnah that I’ve personally gotten a lot of benefit from, alhamdulillah.

The prophet sallaAllahu’alaihi wa sallam made a du’a that said, “Oh Allah, bless my ummah in the morning.”

So here’s a time mastery technique: Start your day very early.

Meaning that at 6am or 7am, when other people are sleeping you’re already at the office doing your work.  You’ve already started your day. 

That’s basically just staying up after Fajr.

If you do that, then by noon time, you’ve already done a full day’s worth of work.  At that point, you can just go home and go to sleep.  Or you can have fun for the rest of the day.  Or you can continue working.  You can do whatever you want, really.

But, if you decide to sleep in, and come to work late, you’ll find that the day just passes by so quickly.  

 

Because the barakah is in the morning.

The key here is, if you want to start mastering your time, start waking up in the morning and the answer to that du’a from the Prophet salla Allahu’alayhi wa sallam.

 

-Fayami

Two tips to maintain motivation ( like one, really)

Do you ever get really excited about something, a project or a change you want to make in your life, only to find yourself losing motivation and dropping it after just a couple of weeks?  Or maybe even days? 

And then you feel bad, and you get into a rut.  But then some time later you get pumped up again and you start again — only to lose steam not long after you started?…making you feel bad again? 

How do you make sure this isn’t the story of your life?  How can you maintain motivation so you can get stuff done and feel good about it? 

Today, I’ve got two simple tips for you.  They’re actually pretty closely related, so it’s almost like one tip, even. 

The first thing to acknowledge is, that your motivation is going to fluctuate.  It happens. 

Just look at Ramadan, for example.  At the beginning, everyone is all pumped up and excited.  Motivation is at a peak.  In the middle, there’s a dip in motivation.  Masjid attendance dwindles.  And at the end, in the last 10 nights motivation goes up again. 

So, knowing that motivation goes up and down, what you need to do is: 

1. Take massive action when your motivation is high.

 

You’ve got to make the most of these moments.  Don’t just dream about doing stuff.  Do it now, when you’re excited about it and you feel the motivation pumping through your veins. 

2. Take action that automates future follow-up. 

 

Not all actions are created equal.  There are some things that you can do that will guarantee months of actions to come.  For example, sign up with a Qur’an teacher or get a fitness trainer.  That way, you’ll have someone waiting for you, pushing you on even when your motivation wanes.   

That’s it.  Two simple tips.  And it can really be summarized in one line:

 

When your motivation is high, take action that automates future follow-up. 

-Fayami

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On a lighter note.. Seriously

A few Friday’s ago, I was sitting in the kitchen with my sister and our friend, catching up over a nice warm beverage ( AlHamdulillah for all the blessings we take for granted) when friend suddenly says that she has to get home and make some pancakes. She also tells us that a little baby in the family has just started teething. So I jokingly chided, saying ” are you celebrating the growth of teeth by making pancakes?” Which to my complete surprise, was answered in the affirmative! She told me that as the “god mother ” of the child, this was her duty. Now this was quite worrying! Before I could say anything further, my ( sometimes tactless) sister burst out laughing and told said ” Girl, when it sounds as crazy as that, you know it has nothing to do with Islam!”
Trying to lighten the moment I tried to explain it in a gentler way. I pray inshaAllah that the message was driven home! Fast forward today!
I was telling my classmates about how, when I was younger, I was always asked who my god parents were. Of course I had no idea what a ‘god parent’ was. Later on ( a few days ago) I learnt that apparently it’s someone who takes care of you if you parents pass on. Of course I had no god parents. (AlHamdulillah). Being a child though, this sometimes nagged me. I came to the conclusion that a god parent was someone who named you when you were a baby. So that day, I asked my father if his best friend was my god father. I must have told the joke of the century with the response I got! Really funny dear, you and your gibberish!
After I related this incident to my friends, Bee said, “Well you should have said that, you have God and you have parents and if your parents die God will look after you! ”

I should have said that years ago! But alhamdulillah! Better late than never!

– Fayami

The thing about falling in love. ( oooohhh)

I have always been susceptible to falling in love. With my class teachers. Every year I’d always feel bad for falling in love with a new teacher! I’d try to love my previous teacher as well as the current one but it never seemed to work out. That was my pattern yearly and this year was no different. I fell head over heels for my new Apa as per expected. I’d very soon find out that this year would definitely be something unsettlingly and heart wrenchingly contrasting to what I was used to!
Every year I’d love my form teacher to the max and I’d always feel the love was somehow reciprocated. I was always made to feel special. I’d count the special smiles received from my beloved Apa’s and AlHamdulillah, everything was just peachy!
Not this year. This year taught me a huge lesson for which I am eternally grateful to Allah for.

As usual, I would try and be on my best behaviour especially since I loved my Apa so so much! But… Nothing.
Day one was.. Normal. My new Apa didn’t give me a special smile or single me out or anything! Okay.. I let it slide.. Perhaps the next day..
The next day came and the next day went. Still nothing. I was starting to get slightly worried at this point. But I persevered!
The week passed. So did the next. I was treated exactly as I had been since day one. My classmates didn’t seem to notice anything. They too, loved our new Apa, but… They didn’t make a big deal about it!
I confided in my mum about my very serious issue and mum brushed it off lightly saying, InshaAllah, as Apa gets to know me, she will like me! InshaAllah..
Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. Still nothing besides the fact that my heart was about to burst. I still loved my Apa dearly and prayed that she would one day love me too.
My sisters and friends would talk about how Apa smiled at them or Apa made a dua for them and I’d smile and say MashaAllah… And come home and crrryyy!
I had nobody to cry to besides Allah. After all, no one would understand what I was going through as it seemed so silly and petty and really, stupid.
So I cried to Allah.
The more I cried to Allah, the more Allah made me realize something.
No matter what, no matter how much I love anyone, it was always going to result in heartbreak if not for the sake of Allah.
I could love someone so passionately but would still feel insecure if I didn’t feel loved back.
That’s the nature of loving anything of the world.
I realized just how wrong this was. Me loving people so so much when really, it was for what? A smile? A compliment? Recognition? I felt sick to my stomach. How could I be so u gratefully horrendous? Allah was and always will be there all along and I totally took that for granted and only cried to Allah when his creation didn’t give me any recognition! How I learned this beautiful lesson is only through the sheer mercy of My Allah on His sinful slave.
With Allah, you can love and love and love and know that your love is being reciprocated by the 1000x fold!
Then, signs upon signs, i read Surah Nisaa, a special chapter in the Quran dedicated to Women and I came across a verse that answered all my questions and healed my broken heart.
“و كفي بالله وليا “..
“And Allah is sufficient as a protecting friend “.
SubhanAllah. This verse brings sooo much solace to my heart!
I felt so guilty. All along I’ve been looking past the Creator of Love! As human beings we have been created to Love! That’s part of our genetic make up. Falling in love with ANYTHING other than the Creator of Love, other than the Only One who can love us even more than we can ever imagine, loving for other than His sake will only end in heartbreak.
But don’t fear the heartbreak. For surely, in the heartbreak, we often find the Curer of Heartbreak. The only permanent cure. And this cure is only found with the the Creator of Love itself.
Turn to Allah. Repent for living a life filled with unconscious ingratitude. You will find the One Most Loving, the Most Forgiving and the Most Accepting, Most Appreciative.

AlHamdulillah, I needed to go through this little patch to learn something so profound. I am so grateful and humbled that Allah showed me before it was too late. And late is better than never AlHamdulillah!
Even now, sometimes when I feel a  little despondent, I always make a silent duah to Allah to help me and to turn my heart to Him and SubhanAllah it works. Every time.
“We have to keep breaking our hearts until it opens.” -Rumi
After thinking about this for some time, I realized that every single problem we go through is a blessing. We learn so much from it and Allah only tests us so we can turn to Him.. And how can we not? All the answers lies with Allah.
I can’t help but marvel at the amount of Love Allah showers upon us.
We will never be able to enumerate any of Allah’s blessings.

– Fayami.

Welcome, Wordo’s!

The goal is to educate. To inspire.

Let’s face it: We all want the world to be a better place. Let’s try. God Willing, let’s try.

We all have it in us to be world changers and dream chasers. Some of us might argue that we are not talented enough but who said talent is all you need to change the world. I used to think this way too, I thought I had nothing to contribute to the world. Just an average teenager with average goals. Until I stumbled across a quote that read, “The greatest gift you can give anyone is your own personal improvement.”
Like the saying goes, yesterday I was clever so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise so I am changing myself. Wanting the world to be a better place starts with bettering ourselves. People don’t forget how you treat them. My sister Ruba is one of the most pleasant people I know, always going the extra mile, trying to make people feel at home, doing small kindnesses for everyone, really, a gem. One day a lady came over to our house to visit and being a regular visitor, we were all comfortable with each other. Anyway, Ruba and Tuba ( Other little sister) had just finished cleaning the kitchen so they went and got started with their homework. Ruba had a fever so she really wasn’t looking too good. So the lady came in and we all greeted and blew some air kisses and everyone got chatting. Except Ruba. She politely excused herself and went to lay down.
A few days later, our mum got a call from the same lady who told her that she feels so unwelcome in our home and that Ruba has an attitude problem, how dare she storm off with so much of rudeness. Etc etc. To say that Ruba was shattered would be an understatement. She could have reacted in many ways but, God bless her, she swallowed her pride and apologized to the lady. Everything went back to normal after that Praise be to God!
Nevertheless, that happened a few years ago but up until today, the lady still reminds Ruba of the mighty attitude she once possessed.

This is the world over. This life is not without tests! The test is not the test. How we deal with what happens to us is in fact, the test.

Come with us, let’s discover a new path to journey on.

“The world was square until one man’s discovery made it round.”

Let’s try. God Willing let’s try and die trying.

-Fayami