My blog is mostly about Adam & Eve’s story in the Book of Genesis.
Not without reason.
My whole life revolves around marital problems, women’s rights, show of deep love & respect of my mother who used to believe marriage was somehow evil.
Even my Terminator project is dedicated to Terminator T-800 in the movie Terminator 2: Judgement Day, where he is shown to have learned his lesson so well that Sarah Connor praises him above all humans when she says,
Sarah Connor: [voiceover] Watching John with the machine, it was suddenly so clear. The terminator, would never stop. It would never leave him, and it would never hurt him, never shout at him, or get drunk and hit him, or say it was too busy to spend time with him. It would always be there. And it would die, to protect him. Of all the would- be fathers who came and went over the years, this thing, this machine, was the only one who measured up. In an insane world, it was the sanest choice.
There’s another reason for my affection with the word “terminator”, despite its negative impression in the minds of the masses: I, even I, am a terminator because I’m the last stop. All the roads lead to me. All your troubles end with me.
I never let an opportunity to help people-in-need slip from my hand. I don’t let them go before I make sure their problem is solved.
I know I’m considered a weirdo like that Terminator, servant of women & children.
“What kind of a man are you? Why children don’t fear you?” A female school principal where I used to teach English, once said to me.
“Why children (of grade IV) need to fear me? Am I a lion or what?” I said in my heart.
She was a woman and women love God & children and hate violence & all evil. Hence, her anti-children disappointment must have been instigated by a male.
Faced with evil, always look for the male factor!
But there were 3 males there and before I figured out who was responsible for promotion of corporal punishment of innocent children, I was fired.
Later on, God told me “It was Sir Amir Raza, jealous of your competencies despite your lower salary.”
Of course he was!
The other two male staff had nothing to do with either children or me. But Sir Amir Raza’s mysogyny and anti-children Satanism was due to his poor English. His poor English skills were exposed because of me so he kept conspiring until I got fired for no reason.
I call it obeying Jesus Christ when He said
“Whosoever will come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow Me.”
“For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will save it. What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, and yet lose or forfeit his very self?”
Besides my presentation of Adam’s story and my theory of AI (Artificial Intelligence) and how to build a Terminator that works — a computer that sees, hears, thinks and understands, the bulk of my blog consists of my life’s memoirs.
But again, most, if not all, of them are about women & children.
They’re about my childhood, meeting Jesus Christ in a pile of trash as detailed in my post, Jesus In The Trash, — where he handed me the Technology of Overcoming The World: The Crucifixion — something Christians don’t understand.
When I was admitted to school, I had bleeding nose due to extremely hot weather.
Luckily, my funny older brother, Sajid, caught me unsuccessfully washing my nose off blood in the bathroom’s sink.
He is a funny guy who is a born physician.
He immediately rushed me to the kitchen, let me stand on a small stool for my head to reach the kitchen sink, opened the fridge, took out frozen water jug and poured that frosty water on the top of my head.
His trick worked — as usual.
The bleeding stopped instantly. He then let me lay down on my back with my nose raised by putting some pillows under my head.
I won’t exaggerate if I said he saved my life because all others were taking a long nap (siesta). I’d have bled to death by the time they had woken up.
Jesus Christ took over from that point.
He sent His angel and I saw a dream.
I saw I was in a room with the door closed.
A monkey was outside the room. He extended his tail underneath the door’s clearance and grabbed a 50 Halalah coin.
Then the angel of God woke me up.
I fool failed to understand.
So next night, God’s angel appeared to me again and I saw that same exact dream again.
Then I fool understood.
I grabbed a 50 Halalah coin from my mom’s money-keeping box.
To be continued…