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Friday, 19 April 2024

Was Bot-50 Showboating Warranted?

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David Magang    
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Last week, we celebrated our 50th independence anniversary with great verve and gusto.

Our national flag fluttered magisterially from every wayside lamp post. At the national stadium, the citizenry, all clad in our bland national colours, sang their voices hoarse, clapped and cheered till their palms were calloused and their vocal chords dulled, and danced every style in the book to music rendered by local and foreign artistes alike till their legs buckled.

The President conferred special honours on those he deemed deserving, many of whom have long gone to Glory.     

If there’s one country that lends demonstrable legitimacy to a verisimilitude of political and economic independence on this ill-starred continent, it is indeed Botswana. From a pauperish country 50 years ago that one colonial authority scorned as “this useless piece of territory” through gritted teeth, we have made phenomenal economic strides whilst some of our neighbours who in fact set sail way better-off than we were at independence have actually regressed and become the quintessence of a basket case.

As one of only 8 African countries who belong to the prestigious Upper Middle Income fold, we have earned the rather tenuous right to call ourselves an elite economy, one of the few tritons among a myriad of minnows with which our continental landmass teems. Better still, we have garnered an extra, personal-to-holder accolade – that of the economic poster boy dubbed the “African Miracle”.

I will not here launch into a laboured enumeration of our distinctive economic feats one by one:  economic pundits, as has my own duo-volume book Delusions of Grandeur, have waxed so lyrical about them they now border on outright tautology.  

MONEY GONE DOWN THE DRAIN

That is not to excuse the profligate lengths to which we went in gyrating and cavorting to the thrills and spills of the Golden Jubilee razzle-dazzle. For what it is worth, my take is that we over-celebrated: there was disproportionately too much fuss and fanfare.

In fact, I would go as far as to recommend that we from now henceforth simply passively observe the national day, like the Americans do, and not spoil ourselves with costly pomp and circumstance.

We set aside a whopping P100 million for this single day when our ministry of education is as broke as a church mouse, Selebi Phikwe desperately needs an economic uplift, and our chancellor of the exchequer has served notice that a budget deficit of the order of P7 billion is looming on the horizon with many more to follow in the coming years.

At a time when we’re supposed to gird our loins and use money frugally or devote it to purely productive purposes meant to stimulate our dismally stalled economy, we’ve had to splash a tenth of a billion Pula on some fleeting festivities which only serve to stroke the national ego.

This would have made sense at the height of the diamond boom when we had stacks of cash in central bank vaults and not in these trying times where every thebe ought to count.

Why have we gone up not by one bar but several in playing Father Christmas? Where has our vaunted “fiscal prudence” of yesteryears gone? Who says our economic stewardship is one of the soundest on the globe? Not anymore.

After all, this is a country, if you recall, where a state-owned corporation effectively donated a billion Pula toward setting up a brief case company from the orient in business amid cries of “wolf” from people with only a modicum of common sense.

Whilst it was clear to every individual Motswana that with shoddy “infestors” piggybacking on that corporation’s chuckleheaded goodwill the venture in question was doomed to fail, the corporation embraced the infestors with the vow “till death do us part”, an undertaking which was so spectacularly fulfilled and in record time!

It was the stuff of Cloudy Cuckoo Land, where every fancy, fantasy or whim is attainable, except in the corporation’s case, and by extension our case as a nation, the fantasy boomeranged  horrendously, without a single head having to roll oddly enough.

SINGAPORE WAS HEADED FOR THE ABYSS…

As all the shindigs and musical soirees were ringing round, I was one of those who refrained from twisting my decrepit frame into knots: after all, it is not as supple as it once was, when in my teen age it housed the maestro dancer for miles around in my native Kweneng.

Rather than get carried away with the hysteria of the occasion, I trained my thoughts on how short we had fallen in registering economic milestones  proportional to an economy of our prowess.

My frame of reference were the so-called Tiger Economies of East Asia, most notably Singapore, which having turned 50 in August last year is a virtual agemate of Botswana but which is now light years ahead economically.    

If you were to time-travel back to the Singapore of the 60s, you would be amazed at how economically backward the country was: your eyes would practically pop out of their sockets in disbelief. Its economic situation was by far direr than that of contemporary Botswana. Botswana at least had cattle, a huge swathe of territory with barely explored potentialities, and for those in the know a crust with breathtakingly promising mineral wealth.

Singapore on the other hand was without a single one natural endowment that made for a viable country. It was a mud-flat swamp, its only tangible claim to sovereignty being a pint-sized 700 km2 of real estate, 1/800th  Botswana’s size. This “tiny red dot” on the map was a slum country, with two-thirds of the population living in shacks and squatter, refugee-like  camps.

The only employment there was for its 2 million inhabitants was a flourishing entreport trade at the mouth of the Malacca Straits, on the shipping lanes between Britain, India and China, and a British military outpost that employed 70,000 people.

It was filthy, crowded, and hopeless. Water was so acutely scarce it was, and still is,  defined as a precious resource, having to be imported from neighbouring Malaysia.

To quote Lee Kuan Yew, Singapore’s case was of “a journey along an unmarked road on an unknown destination”.

… NOW THE LION CITY-STATE HAS SOARED BEYOND REACH

Today, Singapore is a First World country whilst Botswana remains very much part and parcel of  that  vast, godforsaken  wasteland known as the Third World, by all appearances in perpetuity. It is a gleaming global hub of trade, finance, manufacturing, and transportation (for a detailed exposition on the subject, I refer you to Chapter 16 of Delusions of Grandeur Vol. 2).  

Singapore is the third richest country in the world in terms of GDP per capita, after Qatar and Luxembourg. Its reserves stand at over $300 billion. Inflation is only 1 percent and at 1.9 percent unemployment (contrast that with Botswana’s official 20 percent, though in truth probably double that) verges on zero as any citizen  who wants to work can find a job without breaking a sweat. 

The country is said to be the “least miserable” in the world, which simply means it enjoys the highest quality of life.

As of 2015, it had 142,000 millionaires and 28 billionaire out of a population of 5.5 million. That translates to one  millionaire (in US dollar terms folks: not in Pula terms) for every six Singaporeans  you brush past in a wayside bustle.

Only Switzerland, Bahrain, and Qatar have more millionaires per capita. Singapore also has the highest home ownership in the world, with 90 percent of residents living in dwellings they own in a concrete jungle of tower blocks mainly as land comes at a premium in the byte-sized country.

Singapore’s stunning economic transformation, a miracle proper as opposed to the dubious miracle we’re hyped as by shallow-minded Western imbongis, took place in a single generation. In fact, for 30 straight years – irony of ironies – Botswana’s rate of economic growth outpaced Singapore by a significant 2 percent.

In statistical terms, our economy grew at a gallop folks, whereas that of Singapore did so at a canter. Our economy raced at a whizzing Usain Bolt-pace; that of Singapore did so at a comparatively low-key, Justin Gatlin-like tempo. But look at the gulf in our fortunes today: it is of Grand Canyon proportions.  

Singapore has become a paradise it could take Botswana multiple incarnations to attain given our now one-step-forward, two-steps-backwards economic locomotion.       

OF THE DIAMANTINE CURSE AND MORE

What did Botswana omit to do that Singapore did with a flourish?

First, we were our own self-inflicted victim of what I have called the Diamantine Curse in Chapter 6 of Delusions of Grandeur Vol. 1. The  proceeds from diamonds were such a deluge  we suffered a brain fade. They disorientated us from seriously contemplating alternative engines of economic growth.

In diamonds, we  had a hot-cake commodity that was not only bankable but abounded in the soil we trod upon. We took as gospel truth the clearly mendacious De Beers’ tagline, “Diamonds Are Forever”, which totally blindfolded us and scrambled our sense  of foresight.

On the other hand, Singapore from the get-go  sought to create a modern economy, a utopia if you will,  using labour-intensive manufacturing as a springboard and conveyer belt to  more skill-intensive manufacturing, and finally to a lead player in the global knowledge economy, with emphasis on more research- and innovation-intensive industry, not to mention being a pulsating financial nerve centre of East Asia.   

Second, we were stalled by a congenital handicap I would call the Neighbourhood Principle. Fate had placed us in the same geographical locus as countries whose economies were almost wholly  resource-driven.

Without models or archetypes in our vicinity, we strained to incubate alternative means of propelling our economy forward. Maybe South Africa was a shade different in that it was a fairly diversified economy but it’s very proximity exacerbated our sense of complacence: since we had a surfeit of diamond dollars and could buy whatever we wanted  next door just by the flick of a finger, our mindset became one of, “why rush into broad-basing our economy when Big Brother can supply all our needs and we can afford them to boot?”

We even changed our agricultural policy, on the advice of  the economic fundis at the exchequer, from self-sufficiency to food security as we had the pocket power to splurge on every produce imaginable from a leBuru’s farm across the Limpopo.

In other words, we lacked ambition, initiative, and finesse, whereas Singapore from the very outset determined  to transcend its regional peers and be on par with the more sophisticated and accomplished economies of the Western world.    

Third, we were not keen on beneficiating our mineral resources when that is where real wealth-creation stems from. For example, De Beers kept pouring cold water on intimations on the part of  our leaders to set up a slew of cutting and polishing firms, the reason obviously being that that would have an adverse impact on the economy of  Israel, the ancestral home of the Oppenheimers.

Israel does not produce a single gemstone but  it can export up to $7 billion worth of polished diamonds in only one year.  

Lee Kuan Yew, the founding father of Singapore who ruled the country for 30 years,  was wiser.  He made, perfected, and virtually patented  the art of “re-exportation”, whereby  Singapore imported potentially lucrative raw materials of every sort, refined them or re-processed them and then re-exported them.

Up to 50 percent of Singapore’s exports are re-exports, making it the 14th largest exporter in the world ($346.8 billion in 2015 alone).  Indeed,  last year, Singapore exported $6.7 billion worth of precious metals it doesn’t mine (the third-highest export) and $43.8 billion worth of oil it doesn’t produce (the tenth major export).

Singapore means “Lion City”. Whoever coined that name was prescient. The city-state has all the hallmarks of an economic King of Beasts. Botswana, meanwhile, remains no more than a paper tiger and that is putting it politely.

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GONE FISHING

28th March 2023

In recent years, using personal devices in working environments has become so commonplace it now has its own acronym, BOYD (Bring Your Own Device).  But as employees skip between corporate tools and personal applications on their own devices, their actions introduce a number of possible risks that should be managed and mitigated with careful consideration.  Consider these examples:

Si-lwli, a small family-run business in Wales, is arguably as niche a company as you could find, producing talking toys used to promote the Welsh language. Their potential market is small, with only some 300,000 Welsh language speakers in the world and in reality the business is really more of a hobby for the husband-and-wife team, who both still have day jobs.  Yet, despite still managing to be successful in terms of sales, the business is now fighting for survival after recently falling prey to cybercriminals. Emails between Si-Iwli and their Chinese suppliers were intercepted by hackers who altered the banking details in the correspondence, causing Si-Iwli to hand over £18,000 (around P ¼ m) to the thieves. That might not sound much to a large enterprise, but to a small or medium business it can be devastating.

Another recent SMB hacking story which appeared in the Wall Street Journal concerned Innovative Higher Ed Consulting (IHED) Inc, a small New York start-up with a handful of employees. IHED didn’t even have a website, but fraudsters were able to run stolen credit card numbers through the company’s payment system and reverse the charges to the tune of $27,000, around the same loss faced by Si-Iwli.  As the WSJ put it, the hackers completely destroyed the company, forcing its owners to fold.

And in May 2019, the city of Baltimore’s computer system was hit by a ransomware attack, with hackers using a variant called RobinHood. The hack, which has lasted more than a month, paralysed the computer system for city employees, with the hackers demanding a payment in Bitcoin to give access back to the city.

Of course, hackers target governments or business giants  but small and medium businesses are certainly not immune. In fact, 67% of SMBs reported that they had experienced a cyber attack across a period of 12 months, according to a 2018 survey carried out by security research firm Ponemon Institute. Additionally, Verizon issued a report in May 2019 that small businesses accounted for 43% of its reported data breaches.  Once seen as less vulnerable than PCs, smartphone attacks are on the rise, with movements like the Dark Caracal spyware campaign underlining the allure of mobile devices to hackers. Last year, the US Federal Trade Commission released a statement calling for greater education on mobile security, coming at a time when around 42% of all Android devices are believed to not carry the latest security updates.

This is an era when employees increasingly use their smartphones for work-related purposes so is your business doing enough to protect against data breaches on their employees’ phones? The SME Cyber Crime Survey 2018 carried out for risk management specialists AON showed that more than 80% of small businesses did not view this as a threat yet if as shown, 67% of SMBs were said to have been victims of hacking, either the stats are wrong or business owners are underestimating their vulnerability.  A 2019 report by PricewaterhouseCoopers suggests the latter, stating that the majority of global businesses are unprepared for cyber attacks.

Consider that a workstation no longer means a desk in an office: It can be a phone in the back of a taxi or Uber; a laptop in a coffee shop, or a tablet in an airport lounge.  Wherever the device is used, employees can potentially install applications that could be harmful to your business, even from something as seemingly insignificant as clicking on an accidental download or opening a link on a phishing email.  Out of the physical workplace, your employees’ activities might not have the same protections as they would on a company-monitored PC.

Yet many businesses not only encourage their employees to work remotely, but assume working from coffee shops, bookstores, and airports can boost employees’ productivity.  Unfortunately, many remote hot spots do not provide secure Wi-Fi so if your employee is accessing their work account on unsecured public Wi-Fi,  sensitive business data could be at risk. Furthermore, even if your employee uses a company smartphone or has access to company data through a personal mobile device, there is always a chance data could be in jeopardy with a lost or stolen device, even information as basic as clients’ addresses and phone numbers.

BOYDs are also at risk from malware designed to harm and infect the host system, transmittable to smartphones when downloading malicious third-party apps.  Then there is ransomware, a type of malware used by hackers to specifically take control of a system’s data, blocking access or threatening to release sensitive information unless a ransom is paid such as the one which affected Baltimore.  Ransomware attacks are on the increase,  predicted to occur every 14 seconds, potentially costing billions of dollars per year.

Lastly there is phishing – the cyber equivalent of the metaphorical fishing exercise –  whereby  cybercriminals attempt to obtain sensitive data –usernames, passwords, credit card details –usually through a phoney email designed to look legitimate which directs the user to a fraudulent website or requests the data be emailed back directly. Most of us like to think we could recognize a phishing email when we see it, but these emails have become more sophisticated and can come through other forms of communication such as messaging apps.

Bottom line is to be aware of the potential problems with BOYDs and if in doubt,  consult your IT security consultants.  You can’t put the own-device genie back in the bottle but you can make data protection one of your three wishes!

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“I Propose to Diana Tonight”

28th March 2023

About five days before Princess Diana and Dodi Al Fayed landed in Paris, General Atiku, a certain Edward Williams was taking a walk in a woods in the Welsh town of Mountain Ash. Williams, then 73, was a psychic of some renown. He had in the past foretold assassination attempts on US President Ronald Reagan, which occurred on March 30, 1981, and Pope John Paul II, which came to pass on May 13, 1981.

As he trudged the woods, Williams  had a sudden premonition that pointed to Diana’s imminent fate as per Christopher Andersen’s book The Day Diana Died. “When the vision struck me, it was as if everything around me was obscured and replaced by shadowy figures,” Williams was later to reminisce. “In the middle was the face of Princess Diana. Her expression was sad and full of pathos. She was wearing what looked like a floral dress with a short dark cardigan. But it was vague. I went cold with fear and knew it was a sign that she was in danger.”

Williams hastily beat a retreat to his home, which he shared with his wife Mary, and related to her his presentiment, trembling like an aspen leaf as he did so. “I have never seen him so upset,” Mary recounted. “He felt he was given a sign and when he came back from his walk he was deeply shaken.”

The following day, Williams frantically sauntered into a police station to inform the police of his premonition. The officer who attended to him would have dismissed him as no more than a crackpot but he treated him seriously in view of the accuracy of his past predictions. He  took a statement and immediately passed it on to the Special Branch Investigative  Unit.

The report read as follows:

“On 27 August, at 14:12 hrs, a man by the name of Edward Williams came to Mountain Ash police station. He said he was a psychic and predicted that Princess Diana was going to die. In previous years, he has predicted that the Pope and Ronald Reagan were going to be the victims of assassination attempts. On both occasions he was proved to be correct. Mr Williams appeared to be quite normal.”

Williams, General, was spot-on as usual: four days later, the princess was no more.

Meanwhile, General,  even as Dodi and Diana were making their way to the Fayed-owned Ritz Hotel in central Paris, British newspapers were awash with headlines that suggested Diana was kind of deranged. Writes Andrew Morton in Diana in Pursuit of Love: “In The Independent Diana was described as ‘a woman with fundamentally nothing to say about anything’. She was ‘suffering from a form of arrested development’. ‘Isn’t it time she started using her head?’ asked The Mail on Sunday. The Sunday Mirror printed a special supplement entitled ‘A Story of Love’; The News of the World claimed that William had demanded that Diana should split from Dodi: ‘William can’t help it, he just doesn’t like the man.’ William was reportedly ‘horrified’ and ‘doesn’t think Mr Fayed is good for his mother’ – or was that just the press projecting their own prejudices? The upmarket Sunday Times newspaper, which had first serialised my biography of the princess, now put her in the psychiatrist’s chair for daring to be wooed by a Muslim. The pop-psychologist Oliver James put Diana ‘On the Couch’, asking why she was so ‘depressed’ and desperate for love. Other tabloids piled in with dire prognostications – about Prince Philip’s hostility to the relationship, Diana’s prospect of exile, and the social ostracism she would face if she married Dodi.”

DIANA AND DODI AT THE RITZ

Before Diana and Dodi departed the Villa Windsor sometime after 16 hrs, General, one of Dodi’s bodyguards Trevor Rees-Jones furtively asked Diana as to what the programme for the evening was. This Trevor did out of sheer desperation as Dodi had ceased and desisted from telling members of his security detail, let alone anyone else for that matter, what his onward destination was for fear that that piece of information would be passed on to the paparazzi. Diana kindly obliged Trevor though her response was terse and scarcely revealing. “Well, eventually we will be going out to a restaurant”, that was all Diana said. Without advance knowledge of exactly what restaurant that was, Trevor and his colleagues’ hands were tied: they could not do a recce on it as was standard practice for the security team of a VIP principal.  Dodi certainly, General, was being recklessly by throwing such caution to the winds.

At about 16:30, Diana and Dodi drew up at the Ritz Hotel, where they were received by acting hotel manager Claude Roulet.  The front entrance of the hotel was already crawling with paparazzi, as a result of which the couple took the precaution of using the rear entrance, where hopefully they would make their entry unperturbed and unmolested. The first thing they did when they were ensconced in the now $10,000 a night Imperial Suite was to spend some time on their mobiles and set about touching base with friends, relations, and associates.  Diana called at least two people, her clairvoyant friend Rita Rogers and her favourite journalist Richard Kay of The Daily Mail.

Rita, General,  was alarmed that Diana had proceeded to venture to Paris notwithstanding the warning she had given Dodi and herself in relation to what she had seen of him  in the crystal ball when the couple had consulted her. When quizzed as to what the hell she indeed was doing in Paris at that juncture, Diana replied that she and Dodi had simply come to do some shopping, which though partially true was not the material reason they were there. “But Diana, remember what I told Dodi,” Rita said somewhat reprovingly. Diana a bit apprehensively replied, “Yes I remember. I will be careful. I promise.” Well,  she did not live up to her promise as we shall soon unpack General.

As for Richard Kay, Diana made known to him that, “I have decided I am going to radically change my life. I am going to complete my obligations to charities and to the anti-personnel land mines cause, but in November I want to completely withdraw from formal public life.”

Once she was done with her round of calls, Diana went down to the hair saloon by the hotel swimming pool to have her hair washed and blow-dried ahead of the scheduled evening dinner.

THE “TELL ME YES” RING IS DELIVERED

Since the main object of their Paris trip was to pick up the “Tell Me Yes” engagement ring  Dodi had ordered in Monte Carlo a week earlier, Dodi decided to check on Repossi Jewellery, which was right within the Ritz prencincts, known as the Place Vendome.  It could have taken less than a minute for Dodi to get to the store on foot but he decided to use a car to outsmart the paparazzi invasion. He was driven there by Trevor Rees-Jones, with Alexander Kez Wingfield and Claude Roulet following on foot, though he entered the shop alone.

The Repossi store had closed for the holiday season but Alberto Repossi, accompanied by his wife and brother-in-law,  had decided to travel all the way from his home in Monaco  and momentarily open it for the sake of the potentially highly lucrative  Dodi transaction.  Alberto, however, disappointed Dodi as the ring he had chosen was not the one  he produced. The one he showed Dodi was pricier and perhaps more exquisite but Dodi  was adamant that he wanted the exact one he had ordered as that was what Diana herself had picked. It was a ploy  on the part of Repossi to make a real killing on the sale, his excuse to that effect being that Diana deserved a ring tha was well worthy of her social pedigree.  With Dodi having expressed disaffection, Repossi rendered his apologies and assured Dodi he would make the right ring available shortly, whereupon Dodi repaired back to the hotel to await its delivery. But Dodi  did insist nonetheless that the pricier ring be delivered too in case it appealed to Diana anyway.

Repossi delivered the two rings an hour later. They were collected by Roulet. On inspecting them, Dodi chose the very one he had seen in Monte Carlo, apparently at the insistence of Diana.  There is a possibility that Diana, who was very much aware of her public image and was not comfortable with ostentatious displays of wealth, may have deliberately shown an interest in a less expensive engagement ring. It  may have been a purely romantic as opposed to a prestigious  choice for her.

The value of the ring, which was found on a wardrobe shelf in Dodi’s apartment after the crash,  has been estimated to be between $20,000 and $250,000 as Repossi has always refused to be drawn into revealing how much Dodi paid for it. The sum, which enjoyed a 25 percent discount, was in truth paid for not by Dodi himself but by his father as was the usual practice.

Dodi was also shown Repossi’s sketches for a bracelet, a watch, and earrings which he proposed to create if Diana approved of them.

DIANA AND DODI GUSH OVER IMMINENT NUPTIALS

At about 7 pm,  Dodi and Diana left the Ritz and headed for Dodi’s apartment at a place known as the Arc de Trompe. They went there to properly tog themselves out for the scheduled evening dinner. They spent two hours at the luxurious apartment. As usual, the ubiquitous paparazzi were patiently waiting for them there.

As they lingered in the apartment, Dodi beckoned over to his butler Rene Delorm  and showed him  the engagement ring. “Dodi came into my kitchen,” Delorm relates. “He looked into the hallway to check that Diana couldn’t hear and reached into his pocket and pulled out the box … He said, ‘Rene, I’m going to propose to the princess tonight. Make sure that we have champagne on ice when we come back from dinner’.” Rene described the ring as “a spectacular diamond encrusted ring, a massive emerald surrounded by a cluster of diamonds, set on a yellow and white gold band sitting in a small light-grey velvet box”.

Just before 9 pm, Dodi called the brother of his step-father, Hassan Yassen, who also was staying at the Ritz  that night, and told him that he hoped to get married to Diana by the end of the year.

Later that same evening, both Dodi and Diana would talk to Mohamed Al Fayed, Dodi’s dad, and make known to him their pre-nuptial intentions. “They called me and said we’re coming back  (to London) on Sunday (August 31) and on Monday (September 1) they are

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RAMADAN – The Blessed Month of Fasting

28th March 2023

Ramadan is the fasting month for Muslims, where over one billion Muslims throughout the world fast from dawn to sunset, and pray additional prayers at night. It is a time for inner reflection, devotion to Allah, and self-control. It is the ninth month in the Islamic calendar. As you read this Muslims the world over have already begun fasting as the month of Ramadan has commenced (depending on the sighting of the new moon).

‘The month of Ramadan is that in which the Qur’an was revealed as guidance for people, in it are clear signs of guidance and Criterion, therefore whoever of you who witnesses this month, it is obligatory on him to fast it. But whoever is ill or traveling let him fast the same number of other days, God desires ease for you and not hardship, and He desires that you complete the ordained period and glorify God for His guidance to you, that you may be grateful”. Holy Qur’an  (2 : 185)

Fasting during Ramadan is one of the five pillars upon which the structure of Islam is built. The other four are: the declaration of one’s belief in Allah’s oneness and in the message of Muhammad (PBUH); regular attendance to prayer; payment of zakaat (obligatory charity); and the pilgrimage to Mecca.

As explained in an earlier article, fasting includes total abstinence from eating, drinking, smoking, refraining from obscenity, avoiding getting into arguments and including abstaining from marital relations, from sunrise to sunset. While fasting may appear to some as difficult Muslims see it as an opportunity to get closer to their Lord, a chance to develop spiritually and at the same time the act of fasting builds character, discipline and self-restraint.

Just as our cars require servicing at regular intervals, so do Muslims consider Ramadan as a month in which the body and spirit undergoes as it were a ‘full service’. This ‘service’ includes heightened spiritual awareness both the mental and physical aspects and also the body undergoing a process of detoxification and some of the organs get to ‘rest’ through fasting.

Because of the intensive devotional activity fasting, Ramadan has a particularly high importance, derived from its very personal nature as an act of worship but there is nothing to stop anyone from privately violating Allah’s commandment of fasting if one chooses to do so by claiming to be fasting yet eating on the sly. This means that although fasting is obligatory, its observance is purely voluntary. If a person claims to be a Muslim, he is expected to fast in Ramadan.

 

The reward Allah gives for proper fasting is very generous. Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) quotes Allah as saying: “All actions done by a human being are his own except fasting, which belongs to Me and I will reward it accordingly.” We are also told by the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) that the reward for proper fasting is admittance into heaven.

Fasting earns great reward when it is done in a ‘proper’ manner. This is because every Muslim is required to make his worship perfect. For example perfection of fasting can be achieved through restraint of one’s feelings and emotions. Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) said that when fasting, a person should not allow himself to be drawn into a quarrel or a slanging match. He teaches us: “On a day of fasting, let no one of you indulge in any obscenity, or enter into a slanging match. Should someone abuse or fight him, let him respond by saying: ‘I am fasting!’”

This high standard of self-restraint fits in well with fasting, which is considered as an act of self-discipline. Islam requires us to couple patience with voluntary abstention from indulgence in our physical desires. The purpose of fasting helps man to attain a high degree of sublimity, discipline and self-restraint. In other words, this standard CAN BE achieved by every Muslim who knows the purpose of fasting and strives to fulfill it.

Fasting has another special aspect. It makes all people share in the feelings of hunger and thirst. In normal circumstances, people with decent income may go from one year’s end to another without experiencing the pangs of hunger which a poor person may feel every day of his life. Such an experience helps to draw the rich one’s conscience nearer to needs of the poor. A Muslim is encouraged to be more charitable and learns to give generously for a good cause.

Fasting also has a universal or communal aspect to it. As Muslims throughout the world share in this blessed act of worship, their sense of unity is enhanced by the fact that every Muslim individual joins willingly in the fulfillment of this divine commandment. This is a unity of action and purpose, since they all fast in order to be better human beings. As a person restrains himself from the things he desires most, in the hope that he will earn Allah’s pleasure, self-discipline and sacrifice become part of his nature.

The month of Ramadan can aptly be described as a “season of worship.” Fasting is the main aspect of worship in this month, because people are more attentive to their prayers, read the Qur’an more frequently and also strive to improve on their inner and outer character. Thus, their devotion is more complete and they feel much happier in Ramadan because they feel themselves to be closer to their Creator.

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