Taken from a site that reports on possible Mosques in the area, we found this interesting article posted by 'love thy neighbour', it's the rumour of a possible Mosque in Bartley Green. I'm not sure why Mosque-Watch has shown a photo of a school in Small Heath, unless they have more light that they are not publicising yet!
There's a rumour that a potential mosque is being planned for the
Bangham Pit area of Bartley Green. May i point out at this stage it may well just be a rumour so therefore could i politely ask all readers to have their ears to the ground and please if possible attend any local council meetings. It may also be very helpful for readers to keep an eye out on planning applications which can be found on Birmingham city council websites.
The image above is the Tilton Road primary school in Garrison Lane, Small Heath, near Birmingham City Football Club, with its minaret and onion dome.
SO EYES AND EARS WIDE OPEN PLEASE...
Patriotic Readings
The Beginnings
IT WAS not part of their blood,
It came to them very late
With long arrears to make good,
When the English began to hate.
They were not easily moved,
They were icy-willing to wait
Till every count should be proved
Ere the English began to hate.
Their voices were even and low,
Their eyes were level and straight
There was neither sign nor show,
When the English began to hate.
It was not preached to the crowd,
It was not taught by the State.
No man spoke it aloud,
When the English began to hate.
It was not suddenly bred,
It will not swiftly abate,
Through the chill years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the English began to hate.
Rudyard Kipling written during the period 1914-18.
Excerpt from Henry V
This day is called the Feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a-tiptoe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall see this day and live t'old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say "To-morrow is Saint Crispian":
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars
And say "These wounds I had on Crispin's day."
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he today that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now abed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
William Shakespeare 1599
