Back in time
Tripping down memory lane… … More Back in time
Tripping down memory lane… … More Back in time
For some, it may be embarrassing to talk about certain medical conditions. Either because of how they came about, or, in other cases, the nature of those conditions. Having haemorrhoids (otherwise known as ‘piles’) is one of those, because – let’s face it – any medical condition dealing with one’s ass can be embarrassing. And … More P.I.T.A: A journey
December ’96 brought the best holiday of my young life… … More Random life stories: London without adults
“When you were born, you were crying and everyone else was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you’re the one who is smiling and everyone else is crying.” … More Smiles and tears…tears and smiles
Special, or just spoilt? … More Special order
See that mouse? He looks cute, doesn’t he? All innocent – with his little whiskers and tiny eyes. And do you know *why* he’s cute? Because he’s not real.
A real mouse isn’t something to gush over. Especially when it’s in your house. … More Peekaboo: Hidey’s in the House
I was a latecomer to Islam. No – I didn’t convert into the religion. I was born a Muslim, but for most of my life growing up, I wasn’t really one – not the way I should have been, at least. I lacked the proper understanding, knowledge, and, most of all, commitment to the religion. As a result, much of my life was spent without real attachment to Islam – confined to merely ritualistic acts of worship I was expected to do, and not much interest beyond that. … More Rebirth: a Hajj experience
My instinct – borne out of years of hiding from my older brother when we’d fight – was to duck down between the front passenger seat and my own seat. Having been one of the smallest in my class for most of my life, I’m grateful that I was still small enough to fit in that little space. I didn’t know if that position was going to save me from what might follow. I didn’t think at all. It just kicked in – that reaction. I curled up to hide. … More Trauma Doesn’t Just Evaporate
Adapted from a journal entry – prompted by nostalgia. It’s Thursday night, and I’m in the library on campus. It’s highly unusual – being here at this time of the day. But there’s a good reason: I’m waiting for my wife – who’s seeing to her students at a school maths competition here. But my … More Dissolved dreams and personal evolution
Looking back on a teenage holiday to London, without any adults on board. … More Random life stories: London without adults