Unstuck
Leaving the zone…getting back to basics … More Unstuck
Leaving the zone…getting back to basics … More Unstuck
The heart knows what the mind cannot remember… … More Mysteries of life
A reminder of home… … More The Dream
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
Go back to childhood –
when these weapons of mass distraction didn’t exist,
and we played with sticks and stones,
delighted in flights of handmade kites,
made flick-knives out of used ice cream sticks,
burnt leaves with magnifying glasses,
blew bubbles on jungle gyms,
raced each other and did cartwheels…
playing outside for hours on end –
no screen fatigue
nor humped necks from constantly staring down. … More Presents for the Future
A balloon filled with glitter… … More For A…
I recently thought about the people who were in my virtual circle 15 years ago, when I started blogging back 2006. I recounted their achievements: a good few have done amazing things in the literary world; some became prominent in academia; and others have done well in media. My first instinct was to compare myself to them. Thinking of what they’ve achieved in these 15 years, and immediately feeling less…without actually taking the time to think of what I have done. … More Comparison is the thief of joy
The further away we move from these fast-paced, stressful, urban environments, the more we are able to truly see and appreciate what lies out there. When we leave our own bubbles and venture into the wild, we realise that – for all the wonders of technology and convenience that humanity has produced, we can never compete with the magnificence of the natural world around us; the signs of our Creator, visible for all of humanity since time began. … More The Great Unknown
Here I sit – exactly 10 years after the biggest day of my life, wondering who I’ve become, and who I *will become* as the years keep rolling on. … More Life after Hajj: reflections a decade later
I remember rays of sunlight, streaming through the windows at my grandmother’s house when I was very small. The sun would send dust which would swirl in the light – a vision of beauty at such a young age. I also thought that the sun would sometimes dim – by itself – before brightening again, oblivious to the fact that passing clouds actually caused this phenomenon. … More Stream of Memories