Ghanaian Soya

Hello Folks!!

How have y’ll been? Well, I have been quite occupied with my work and planning for my vacation to the US this year. Yah, I got my tickets done and I’m planning to visit DC, NYC, B’more, Philly, KC & Dallas.

Anyways, this post is about a new food item which I learned from my friend George Gyau of Ghana; its called as ‘Ghanaian Soya’.

I learned this recipe from him, while he was here in Bombay for an internship through AIESEC. He used to make this item mebbe every Sunday I suppose….

Anyways, here’s how he made it.

Ingredients:

1 packet – Soya bean
1 finely chopped onion
1 finely chopped tomato
2 finely chopped potato (french fries style)
Cooking oil (coconut or olive) anything.
tomato puree/sauce.
finely chopped coriander.

 

Preparation:

Firstly, empty the packet of soya into a bowl full of water and leave it for 10 mins, till the beans become soft and spongy.

Then, take your cookware and pour a lil oil into it, followed by chopped onion, tomato and potato. Stir it till the colour of onion is gold and potatoes are cooked well, then put all the beans inside it and stir it for 10 mins.

Lastly, the touch of tomato puree or sauce whatever you have at home and coriander. Cover with the lid for a 2 mins and let it cook.
Serve it with rice or eat with bread.!!

Love
Alan.

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Tale of Reed: Masnavi-i-Rumi

Hearken to the reed-flute, how it complains, lamenting
its banishment from its home:

“Ever since they tore me from my osier bed,
My plaintive notes have moved men and women to tears.
I burst my breast, striving to give vent to sighs, and to
express the pangs of my yearning for my home.

He who abides far away from his home
Is ever longing for the day he shall return.

My wailing is heard in every throng,
In concert with them that rejoice and them that weep.

Each interprets my notes in harmony with his own
feelings.

But not one fathoms the secrets of my heart.
My secrets are not alien from my plaintive notes,
Yet they are not manifest to the sensual eye and ear.

Body is not veiled from soul, neither soul from body,
Yet no man hath ever seen a soul.”

 

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The above was an abstract from Masnavi (the works of Rumi); the translators of the book have translated the work into many languages and tongues but none did the job of interpretation.

Here, Rumi is clearly beginning the book with the tale of a reed which was separated from its wood long long ago.

The very passage actually talks about the soul of man been separated from God. The essence of Sufism is that, the soul has come from the eternal and has to go back to eternal, the world temporal has got it all bounded and it longs for the love of life that is God.

Now, take the above epitome and instead of reading it with a mind-set of reed flute, put soul of a man into it and read the tale of reed. 🙂

Love
Alan

 

My Tryst with Rumi : A spiritual Transcend

Deep within my sorrowful heart
Life was tearing me apart

Disturbed and weary I was
to whom to go to I knew not.

I searched the world to find my beloved
But beloved I met not.

Like a wanderer, beggar and a meek dervish I roamed
In his search I roamed
Not knowing where I will end, I roamed

Searched him in the mosque, Searched him in the skies..
Searched him in the temple and the world – wide….

When life came to an end
The messiah within my heart called me
I asked who are you?
Said, I’m the beloved and I’m here to set you free.

I said: I searched you everywhere
He said: I was near but only if you knew….
I was always there, but only if you knew….
Every breath you breathe was a step towards me

When I told him: In your search; I sacrificed my youth, sacrificed my youth, sacrificed my youth.
Beloved said: In love, people sacrifice their faith, hope and life, What a big deal!! You scarified your youth??!!

Destroy the temples, destroy the mosques, destroy everything that can be demolish.
But never destroy(break) someone’s heart, because the beloved lives inside….

O Rumi, to your abode I come,
With humility I come,
Like you in the world I found none
Your face is like the illuminated Sun

I give it all for you and hold not
O beloved will you promise to leave not!!

I drink the wine of passion and around the beloved I roam
I may talk like a drunk but like a wise-lion I roam…

With Rumi I danced my way to heart
Now we will never live apart.
Love
Alan.