First of all they would use Arabic
Next they would use code words, so as to not arouse suspicion.
They would create a community that other jihadis would request permission to enter. This keeps out spies.
Googleplus Staff would not be able to monitor them unless they have a team that knows and can read Arabic to monitor all communities that use Arabic.
It would be harder to monitor home-grown jihadis using all the languages of the Western would because of the code word phrases used. The only way to flush them out would be to have anti-terrorist team at Googleplus whose job is to be trolls to incite jihadis by being vehemently anti-terrorist.
The anti-terrorists would start by posting the successes of the Iraqi government in beating back the IS jihadis. They would also be vehemently anti-jihadi.
It is the imperative for Googleplus to have anti-jihadis to troll suspected communities to flush out home-grown terrorists who will use fake names to disguise themselves.
Of course, no jihadi would be that stupid to use a real name since most if not all Arabic communities of Googleplus are already monitored.
Or are they?
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20140908
How Home-Grown Islamist Jihadis Would Use GooglePlus as a Forum to Plot Against Their Enemies (satire)
20140526
Boko Haram Steal Ur Gurls! (satire)
Boko Haram steal ur gurlz,
The West doth complain,
And Christ lose 256 pearls.
Tomorrow nobody care,
But their mother's cry out there
In northeast Nigeria
Where Muslims predominate.
What is their future and fate?
Forced conversion for the many,
And slavery for the few.
Oh, what the West really do?
A few of the girls destined
For Islamic marriage cry
Out in freedom but no one
Hears because they are crying
In silence while chanting in
Arabic what they do not
Understand in the depths of
Their hearts: Please free us today.
The West doth complain,
And Christ lose 256 pearls.
Tomorrow nobody care,
But their mother's cry out there
In northeast Nigeria
Where Muslims predominate.
What is their future and fate?
Forced conversion for the many,
And slavery for the few.
Oh, what the West really do?
A few of the girls destined
For Islamic marriage cry
Out in freedom but no one
Hears because they are crying
In silence while chanting in
Arabic what they do not
Understand in the depths of
Their hearts: Please free us today.
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20140330
Tunisia To Get Moderate Islamists Back
It's great to hear that the dictator Bel Ali has fled with the Tunisian people's head tax to hide out in Dubai and bribe Saudi officials in anticipation of "disappearing" amongst his oil-wealthy Saudi buddies.
Yet I am still saddened to hear that the police have used the shock and awe method of keeping order in a country where their primary use was as a tool for Ben Ali to cling to power as only a dictator can, i.e. lots of bribes from America, more bribes from tourists holidaying in a de facto socialist state, and even more bribes from Saudis who considered Ben Ali to be an honorable Muslim even Qutb would be proud of.
In the future, I predict there may be a protest march in major cities in the West in solidarity with the moderates of Tunis. Let the cry be heard: INSHALLAH!
Let "peace, love, unity, solidarity and respect" be in their hearts!
Let us also hope that democracy rules in Tunis.
انه لشيء رائع أن نسمع أن الديكتاتور علي بلحاج قد فر مع ضريبة الرأس الشعب التونسي على الاختباء في دبي ورشوة مسؤولين سعوديين تحسبا من "الاختفاء" بين رفاقه السعودية الغنية بالنفط.
بعد ما زلت أشعر بالحزن لسماع ان الشرطة استخدمت أسلوب الصدمة والترويع من أجل حفظ في بلد استخدامها الابتدائي كأداة لزين العابدين بن علي التمسك بالسلطة كما ديكتاتور واحد فقط يمكن، أي الكثير من الرشاوى من أمريكا وأكثر رشاوى من السياح يقضون عطلات في دولة بحكم الامر الواقع الاشتراكي، والرشاوى حتى أكثر من السعوديين الذين يعتبرون زين العابدين بن علي ليكون مسلم الشرفاء حتى أن سيد قطب أن نفخر به.
في المستقبل، وأتوقع أنه قد يكون هناك مسيرة احتجاج في المدن الكبرى في الغرب في التضامن مع المعتدلين من تونس. واسمحوا أن يسمع صراخ : إن شاء الله.
السماح "السلام والمحبة والوحدة والتضامن والاحترام" يكون في قلوبهم!
دعونا نأمل أيضا أن قواعد الديمقراطية في تونس.
Originally posted: January 26, 2011 6:41 PM
Reference:
ben Ali has left Tunisia: http://topics.nytimes.com/top/news/international/countriesandterritories/tunisia/index.html
Yet I am still saddened to hear that the police have used the shock and awe method of keeping order in a country where their primary use was as a tool for Ben Ali to cling to power as only a dictator can, i.e. lots of bribes from America, more bribes from tourists holidaying in a de facto socialist state, and even more bribes from Saudis who considered Ben Ali to be an honorable Muslim even Qutb would be proud of.
In the future, I predict there may be a protest march in major cities in the West in solidarity with the moderates of Tunis. Let the cry be heard: INSHALLAH!
Let "peace, love, unity, solidarity and respect" be in their hearts!
Let us also hope that democracy rules in Tunis.
انه لشيء رائع أن نسمع أن الديكتاتور علي بلحاج قد فر مع ضريبة الرأس الشعب التونسي على الاختباء في دبي ورشوة مسؤولين سعوديين تحسبا من "الاختفاء" بين رفاقه السعودية الغنية بالنفط.
بعد ما زلت أشعر بالحزن لسماع ان الشرطة استخدمت أسلوب الصدمة والترويع من أجل حفظ في بلد استخدامها الابتدائي كأداة لزين العابدين بن علي التمسك بالسلطة كما ديكتاتور واحد فقط يمكن، أي الكثير من الرشاوى من أمريكا وأكثر رشاوى من السياح يقضون عطلات في دولة بحكم الامر الواقع الاشتراكي، والرشاوى حتى أكثر من السعوديين الذين يعتبرون زين العابدين بن علي ليكون مسلم الشرفاء حتى أن سيد قطب أن نفخر به.
في المستقبل، وأتوقع أنه قد يكون هناك مسيرة احتجاج في المدن الكبرى في الغرب في التضامن مع المعتدلين من تونس. واسمحوا أن يسمع صراخ : إن شاء الله.
السماح "السلام والمحبة والوحدة والتضامن والاحترام" يكون في قلوبهم!
دعونا نأمل أيضا أن قواعد الديمقراطية في تونس.
Originally posted: January 26, 2011 6:41 PM
Reference:
ben Ali has left Tunisia: http://topics.nytimes.com/top/news/international/countriesandterritories/tunisia/index.html
20110927
A Vampire Story in Arabic
كانت ليلة صيف دافئة ط كان يسير على طول شواطئ المنتجع الذي كنت أقيم لمدة أسبوع. كانت الموسيقى من نادي الرقص في المسافة تركزت على أذني اليك صدى الأمواج المتلاطمة. لقد كنت دائما حيد حتى في حشد من الناس فضلت الصمت الميتة التي الخلوة تقديمهم إلى تلك الروح أنا متعود أكذب وأقول أنني كنت 100 ٪ الرصين كنت شعور جيد للغاية لالتقاط للتو ، وترك كل شخص وكل شيء كنت قد عرفت قبل لذلك كان ليلة مجانا س ط الفكر الحر للتفكير حر في أن الذي أريد أن تكون هذه الخطوة أثارت أعلى في السماء السماء المظلمة أصبحت مضاءة بنور القمر الكامل. كما واصلت الاستماع إلى كسر الأمواج على الشاطئ بدأت أسمع ينتحب وينتحب أن يتوقع المرء أن يجد في الجنة الاستوائية ومشيت سيرا على الأقدام أقرب بلدي أصبح حذرا حتى لا يكون لاحظت جئت بناء على ذلك يبدو وكأنه معشوقة وكان العالم كله اقتلعت قلبها النابض ورمى به بعيدا لمجرد أنها من الجحيم. كما مشيت أوثق هذا الجمال البني العينين بدا انها وسأل "ما اريد؟" الرسم نفسا عميقا وقال "أنا سمعت البكاء أردت أن أرى إذا كنت ما يرام" قالت إنها تتطلع في وجهي فاجأ مع التعبير لماذا لا تقوم حتى رعاية بطولة لي مع وجهة نظر معظم رائعتين كنت قد رأيت من أي وقت مضى لذلك أنا ساعدها على إزالة قدم سترتي من الأسلحة ووضعها على كتفيها منذ الهواء قد حصلت برودة كما بدأنا السير نحو العودة الى الفندق الذي يقيم في ط ط يمكن أن نرى ابتسامة بدءا بتشكيل ولم أكن أعرف أنها كانت ابتسامة مصاص دماء التحجيم حتى وجبة المقبل لها سألت اسمها وأجابت للجمعيات الخيرية وعرضت نفسي على النحو جاي رجل مع عدم وجود اتجاه الريح ولكن أين سيكون ضربة لي. سألت اذا كان لديها على البقاء في مكان فإنها تكون آمنة أثناء سيرنا في مقدمة شريط الشاطئ كنت قد غادرت قبل ساعة فقط لا أعرف ما حدث أو لماذا حدث ما حدث يمكن أن كان Jagar كان لي بضع طلقات لم أكن لكني وجدت نفسي تقبيلها مع العاطفة ، وهذه النار التي بالكاد لاحظت انها لمسة باردة وهذا هو ما حدث لها بعنوان رقبتي الى جانب واحد وسريع في اقتراح واحد بدأ للعثور على القوة حياتي الدم التي شغلت رمى جسدي خدر الآن انها شربت فقط يكفي أن أول مرة ، وهمست في أذني وأنا وضعت خدر على الرمال من الشاطئ. "هذه ليست سوى البداية" كما هو الحال مع تلك الكلمات دخلت عقلي وذهبت عن الانظار بصفتي ط نزفت على هذا الشاطئ
Translation:
On a warm summer night i was walking along the beach of the resort that I was staying for a week. The music from the dance club in the distance focused on my ears against the echo of crashing waves.
I have always been single. Even in a crowd of people, I preferred silence and feeling dead, alone to bring them to that spirit.
I wont lie and say I was 100% sober.
I was feeling very well to pick up and just leave everyone and everything I had known before.
So it was a night to be free.... i thought "Free, free to think that I want this to be raised higher in the sky". The dark sky became illuminated with the light of the full moon. I also continued to Ilisten to the breaking waves on the beach. I
began to hear sobbing and sobbing that one would not expect to find in a tropical paradise. So I walked on foot near the sound of crying. As I approached, I became cautious so as not to be noticed.
As I approached, I came upon what seemed like a young lass, crying as though the whole world was ripping her heart out beating, and threw it away just because she had made her own hell.
As I walked closer her beautiful brown eyes seemed to ask, "What do you want?"
Drawing a deep breath I said, "I heard crying. I wanted to see if you were okay," She looked at me, surprised and asked "Why don't you even care?"
Encouraged by the view of the most adorable woman I've ever seen, I helped her remove Imy jacket of weapons and put them on her shoulders since the air has got colder as we started to walk back toward the hotel.
I could see a smile starting to form on her beautiful face, and did not know it was the smile of a vampire sizing up her meal. I next asked her name and she replied "Charity", Introducing myself as Jay., letting care fly in the wind, wondering when this would be a blow to me.
I asked if she had a place to stay iwhere she would be safe during the night..During the introduction at the beach bar she had left an hour before but just do not know what happened or why it happened.
I had a few shots of Jagermeister, t I found myself kissing her with passion. This fire that I barely noticed it was a touch cool. This is what happened to her: she tilted my neck to one side and fast in a single proposal began to find strength in my life blood that ran through my body was numb now as she drank only enough that the first time, and whispered in my ear and I felt numbness in my bare feet on the sand of the beach.
"This is only the beginning." As is the case, those words entered my mind and I went out of sight as I bled on this beach .
Translation:
On a warm summer night i was walking along the beach of the resort that I was staying for a week. The music from the dance club in the distance focused on my ears against the echo of crashing waves.
I have always been single. Even in a crowd of people, I preferred silence and feeling dead, alone to bring them to that spirit.
I wont lie and say I was 100% sober.
I was feeling very well to pick up and just leave everyone and everything I had known before.
So it was a night to be free.... i thought "Free, free to think that I want this to be raised higher in the sky". The dark sky became illuminated with the light of the full moon. I also continued to Ilisten to the breaking waves on the beach. I
began to hear sobbing and sobbing that one would not expect to find in a tropical paradise. So I walked on foot near the sound of crying. As I approached, I became cautious so as not to be noticed.
As I approached, I came upon what seemed like a young lass, crying as though the whole world was ripping her heart out beating, and threw it away just because she had made her own hell.
As I walked closer her beautiful brown eyes seemed to ask, "What do you want?"
Drawing a deep breath I said, "I heard crying. I wanted to see if you were okay," She looked at me, surprised and asked "Why don't you even care?"
Encouraged by the view of the most adorable woman I've ever seen, I helped her remove Imy jacket of weapons and put them on her shoulders since the air has got colder as we started to walk back toward the hotel.
I could see a smile starting to form on her beautiful face, and did not know it was the smile of a vampire sizing up her meal. I next asked her name and she replied "Charity", Introducing myself as Jay., letting care fly in the wind, wondering when this would be a blow to me.
I asked if she had a place to stay iwhere she would be safe during the night..During the introduction at the beach bar she had left an hour before but just do not know what happened or why it happened.
I had a few shots of Jagermeister, t I found myself kissing her with passion. This fire that I barely noticed it was a touch cool. This is what happened to her: she tilted my neck to one side and fast in a single proposal began to find strength in my life blood that ran through my body was numb now as she drank only enough that the first time, and whispered in my ear and I felt numbness in my bare feet on the sand of the beach.
"This is only the beginning." As is the case, those words entered my mind and I went out of sight as I bled on this beach .
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