Isams columns from MetroXpress
By request from many fans we have decided to bring an english translation to Isams columns. The original danish column will still lay as a link!
We have on our own initiative put Isams opinions, as it is not accessible on the web!
Qoute: This is not a google translation!!!
Isams klummer fra MetroXpress
På opfordring fra mange fans har vi besluttet os at bringe en engelsk oversættelse af Isams klummer. Den originale danske klumme vil stadig ligge som link!
Vi har på eget initiativ tilføjet Isams meningsmåling, da det ikke er tilgængeligt på nettet!
Bemærk: Dette er ikke en google translation!!!
Sound of a poet/Isams klummer-Isams columns
“Kan en “indvadrer” være gode venner med en “dansker”?”
20. januar 2012
Smil med hjertet, og al verdens hjerter smiler til dig! Det kræver sit at smile til et fremmed menneske, som ikke ligner dig selv
Comfortzoner, smørhuller og look-a-likes. Genudsendelser for 117. gang. Det er jo livsfarligt
Can an “immigrant” be good friends with a “Dane”?
Is it true that, in order to become good friends here at home, ' immigrants ' convert to ' Dane's ' lifestyle or vice versa? Isam b. is singer in Outlandish
THE COLUMN IS SOLELY REFLECTS THE WRITER’S OWN VIEWS
Uncertainty and ignorance is the reason for the weak community between “Danes” and “immigrants”.
She chose to put on accession, from the moment the words hit her ears – that's it! It was the straw that was the last straw. ‘Accession does not belong in Denmark! ‘The opinion came on nationwide TV in prime time, from the very Helle Thorning-Schmidt.
Born and raised on Nørrebro and are full engaged to an extended education, so she knows that she is both a Dane and a Muslim. She hates the facts that take this scarf around the head as she frankly finds it ugly, BUT she does it for God's sake! There’s no other reason.
His mother, who wears the headscarf, takes itself immediately to the head when she hears about it: “Oh no my daughter, why not wait until you are finished with your education and got jobs? How will you ever find a job now?'”
She responds: “I work is not a place where you do not accept me who I am”.
Don't worry, this column is not about accession (thank God!), but about the uncertainty of our identity, when we meet across the colors and locations.'
Can it be careful that, in order to become good friends here at home, “immigrant” converts to “Dane's” lifestyle or vice versa? Can it be careful, that we should be assimilated to (to) become friends? And is it so difficult to tell apart from each other's differences and rest in, who we are as humans, but still maintain a genuine friendship?
I am not talking about the relationship. It is a whooole other columnist. We talk to FRIENDS, Yes, like in “Friends” Joey, Chandler, Monica, Phoebe, Rachel and Abdul. Is it impossible? For the sake of argument, I would like to define “friend”: when you're f’cked, then it is the friend you are calling! You have their guard down, full trust to your friend and know his/her life, family and hinterland. My parents ' generation (old ethnic Danes inclusive) had very little friendship across ethnicity and religion. The language was a major barrier, so therefore they themselves more to their own, and when they finally were in the same room, it was to work and not cozy.They chose therefore typically never to integrate socially, because it took time to explain Åge or Hassan equal conditions for holidays, eating habits, alcohol, family traditions and so on. So it is much easier to say: ' do not have the time. We are sis Monday! '
The ignorance and uncertainty is a legacy and is the reason why our identity and community as Danes today is so weak.
My generation, however, could not shirk it. From kindergarten upwards and we have had to draw and tell on each other's differences, so we were roughly on the same wavelength. And the foundation of friendship was laid, although a large part of the generation is still running in the same footsteps as their parents. But it is a cul-de-sac! There is only one way, and it is to explain himself to his way of life and have the courage to stand by who you are. It requires courage. With this I mean not to let the beard grow and distance itself under the motto: “Danes is unbelief anyways, so I smile just for my own “or” If you don't drink, you cannot be a part of the great bar-the Community”'.
Maturity in identity is a stage in life, as frames, sooner or later, and gives us balance and calmness to fit friends across whatever without feeling unsafe at ourselves, each other, or outside.
Conclusion: If you are an ' immigrant ' and good friends with a ' Dane ', and neither of you have felt forced to change life style and identity, then you are not only among the few in the country, but also a look into our common future.
Smile with your heart and all the world smiles back to you! It demands a whole lot to smile to a stranger that doesn’t look like you.
Comfort zones, eldorados and look-a-likes. Repeats for the117th time, it’s dangerous.
LS2/Tue
“Randomly selected” (Afsnit 1)
6. januar 2012
http://www.metroxpress.dk/nyheder/randomly-selected-afsnit-1/KOblae!EaobBTm4Z5FFI/
“Watch the Throne”-albummet
“Randomly selected”-smøren
“Randomly selected” (Section 1)
Isam B predicts two remarkable days in the year, we have just entered.
THE COLUMN IS SOLELY REFLECTS THE WRITER’S OWN VIEWS
It is 23: 59 the 31.12.12. I like New Year high above New York's skyscrapers with full sled on, service girls who give drinks while I'm having conversations with Kanye and Jay-Z. So goes the fire alarm, and I wake up with a jump and accidentally push a waitress (a heavy padded female human with Eastern European accent), which will pour Apple juice in addition to me, and all passengers begin to clap. So much for the drink!
As an old rubbing potted I interrupts the conversation with Mr. West and Mr. Carter, since my headphones smoke ad (h) to in my attempt to stand up and look irritated back across the applause. I expect to see either Arab or Faroese passengers (both valves, when the plane lands, right'). I realize that the time is 12 o’clock, and a new year has begun. Then I fall asleep again.
24.12.12 (at 16.00 o’clock), I sit in a sled on the way up to Toronto from New York. I have the driver on, a good friend; two meters high, black and Muslim. We have now been running for eight hours, and I am delighted to switch the car out with my 5-star hotel room waiting for me.
”Where does u live, sir?" says the Canadian border Inspector, while he turns pages in my passport.
» Denmark! ' I reply with my best Uffe Ellemann-accent, in the hope that we will get rid of the usual ' randomly selected'-lubricating.
‘You’ve been randomly selected …!” Continues the Verifier it’s lubricating and asking us to run into the page so they can check out the car's content. A hearing and a few hours later comes a pale version of my high (now smaller) Black friend finally out of the border police office.
' Yo Isam, I'm banned for life! ' It turns out that because my friend has a criminal past, so he must never again get into Canada – and because we were running together, then I cannot go into right now and here.
‘Your friend lives here?" I whisper, pointing to the House in front of us, who have replaced Windows with sheets. My friend has been broken out of the car, trying to knock on the front door – I will follow suit. There is a very quiet, but suddenly (five lock later) says his photographed friend with a giant family pizza in hand:
“Brothers, Y'all. Hungry?! '
The “Watch the Throne”-album
All the “Randomly selected”-crap
LS2/Tue
Hvad kan vi gøre for at skabe en bedre verden? Gå hjem og elsk jeres familier
3. februar2012
Min færøske cardigan lavet af uld fra den smukke øs får. Jeg ligner en fårehyrde, men i det mindste holder jeg varmen.
Sibiriens frost er landet over os, og egentlig finder jeg den meget bekvemmelig og komfortabelt tør, men hold kæft, den er kold
What can we do to create a better world? Go home and love your families
”I believe that we as fathers will be able to clean up the mess, if we involve ourselves more in our children’s life for day one.”
THE COLUMN IS SOLELY REFLECTS THE WRITER’S OWN VIEWS
Some fathers neglect fatherhood. It gives sons a distant relation to what it means to be a father.
It's Friday, and the imam leads prayers at the local mosque. All the men standing shoulder to shoulder - ready to beat your head against the floor. Just another Friday as all the others, however.
For suddenly interrupt the imam prayer and turns to the crowd:
"How many here do not know where their sons are right NOW? You should know that your prayer NOTHING is worth it if I do not know WHERE your sons are! "
There is quiet. The men do not know if they should continue the prayer or answer the question. They are shocked and petrified. Some look confused around, some looking down pending imam next 'move.' The Imam is at its boiling point - ready to explode. For this week there had been riots in the neighbourhood, and a boy died, but nobody says anything to anyone about anything.'
This scenario is from Amsterdam, but it might as well have been here. In Europe, mosques / associations typically in the congested areas of the city, that is also alongside the pimp, the hooker and drugs’ neighbourhood. And it is in itself a challenge to educate children in the 'hood' and even harder to be a child in the environment.
Last week, we could read about an episode in Vollsmose, where a stone was thrown through a window and landed in a baby bed - thankfully an empty one. The residents of this apartment was obviously scared witless and did not think it helped anything to go to the police.
In front stood a group of young brown Danes, who loved the attention, however, with his back to good enough.
The fact is that some fathers spend too much time in the mosque / club / association / pub to 'hang' and neglects the role of father at home. The 'father' is slowly but surely out, and the son grows up with a more distant relationship to his father as a man, but also what it means to be a father.
But do not worry; the street fills the father's place and doing 'very good' by the son. These boys are typically grown up with a vision of fatherhood as a dictatorial role. Not caring, father decides everything, and family companion right. Money is not many, and communication and love, there is not much. Fathers have an idea that they can use the same parenting methods their parents used - in the mother country - and a generation ago. As the boys grow up confused identity, spoiled by the system and abandoned by the community. And it is mainly boys who have the problem, while girls are typically cool in this context; it is ONLY because the mother is present physically and mentally!
The other day, someone teaches me a little about my new ' hood ' main sights different pages where I have moved to. He pointed down aa Falkonér Allé and signalled ' thumbs up '. So he turned on to Finsensvej and said: ' the longer you come down the way homey; thumbs down! '10
I do not believe in it, but I understand his point. I believe that we fathers can clean up the whole shit, if only we involve us from day one in our children's lives.
What can we do to create a better world? This is a major issue, but Parent Theresa's answer was simple and clear: ' go home and love your families '.
My Faraoen cardigan made of wool from the sheep of the beautiful island. I look like a sheep herder, but at least I keep the warmth.
The Siberian frost has landed upon us, I find it rather comfortingly dry, but it’s freezing cold
LS2/Tue
