I thought I could never live without her. It was hard to imagine life in a world she didn’t exist. In my mind, such a world never existed. But fate is cruel; it brutally obliterates all that is beautiful and lovely. It destroys every promise without compassion and leaves behind what is only miserable and shameful. Continue reading “The Posthumous Birthday”
I wonder how so many people walk over this earth without any compassion or humanity in their hearts. How we believe that we are so strong, so powerful, and so clever to be able to do anything. How we treat our fellow beings so unfairly and unkindly, so rude and mean to them, and cheat and lie to them oblivious to our own frailty. Continue reading “Compassion and Humanity”
She calls this room my “hujrah” (cloister / man-cave).
This is my operational room. This is where I monitored the entire 2013 elections, and in the words of my cousin Sidra, “as a one-man army”. This is where I read, I write, I cozy up in to my lonely self and spend time thinking, smoking, taking tea or coffee, use internet, go “social”, do multimedia of all types depending on my mood and just be with myself – most of the time just sit and do nothing. Continue reading “Things I Want Her to Know”