He who follows a path in quest of knowledge, Allah will make the path of Paradise easy to him. The angels lower their wings over the seeker of knowledge, being pleased with what he does. The inhabitants of the heavens and the earth and even the fish in the depth of the oceans seek […]Read More A City Upon a Hill
We live in interesting times. I’m constantly reading and trying to keep up to date with all of the world’s happenings. Getting to the heart of a matter and developing insights takes a great deal of time and thought. Once in a while, I like to get my thoughts written down. Here’s a […]Read More Politics and Pina Coladas
“You’re actually friends with that smelly Paki?” Nick might not remember at this point, but I do. I don’t exactly remember what happened next. Nick might’ve punched the kid in the head, or maybe he annihilated the kid by launching into a vicious tirade in Greek. Probably the latter in this instance since we […]Read More True Colours
I am a Canadian, free to speak without fear, free to worship in my own way, free to stand for what I think right, free to oppose what I believe wrong, or free to choose those who shall govern my country. This heritage of freedom I pledge to uphold for myself and all […]Read More Glorious and Free
He who angers you, controls you. Imam Ali ibn Abi Talib I read an article today by the impeccable Jeremy Scahill today chronicling the grievances of “Ibrahim,” a twenty-something Westerner of Somali origin who returned to the Horn of Africa to join the terrorist faction Al-Shabaab. The group has carried out hundreds of attacks over […]Read More Young Angry Men
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning. T.S. Eliot Time and place have been major themes of my writings so far this year. Since I found out that I’d be moving to Mississauga to pursue my […]Read More New Beginnings
I believe that one can never leave home. I believe that one carries the shadows, the dreams, the fears and the dragons of home under one’s skin, at the extreme corners of one’s eyes and possibly in the gristle of the earlobe. Maya Angelou Saying goodbye to home was more tearful than I expected. I […]Read More Au revoir!