the journey always
From whence does a journey begin?
Does it spawn
as a thought
in the web of one’s mind?
Or is it
like a drop of water
in a deep well,
whose echo
emanates upwards and outwards
as a yearning
of the heart?
In order to reflect and ponder on the status quo we need to be able to step off our b(l)inding tracks. When we find stillness within are we able to ask ourselves the questions that actually matter.
New Atheists tend to make claims with a high degree of certitude, assuming an epistemic high ground due to adhering to rationalism. There is however a major logical fallacy that exists in their apparently rational proposition, ‘There is no God’.
Technology is a tool that extends our capabilities and so it raises the same dilemmas and moral questions that have existed for us ever since we became homo sapiens.
Extrapolating the concept of dehumanization to the realm of social media we can see that apart from the obvious spatial divide, an inherent distance between people exists due to the design of these platforms.
Fiction
Every morning, during the car ride to school, Sam Jr. would stare out the window from the back seat, watching the tall buildings slowly crawl by.
‘This is it... this is the moment,’ Shaw mused to himself moments before he stepped over to the edge of the balcony to stare into the void.
It had been a little over two weeks since she had arrived at our doorstep but I sensed a change that had washed across our household.
We had been playing cricket, one hot, humid summer day. It had rained the night before, and although the night had been cooler, the heat came back the following day with a vengeance.
Several weeks had passed and my attempts to get in touch with Zara were as unsuccessful as an alchemist’s attempt to turn things to gold.
At times I would bump into her as she would be going with their maid, who was also around our age, towards the market to fetch groceries.
Poetry
Victims of time. Prisoners of time. We. Each day, pacing through, towards our destination: somewhere. Anywhere…
On two ends we stand, dancing to music we conjured. Eyes locked, hand apart from hand: our ballad of ardor.
Behind a silent veneer you hide in your own world. Seeing everything without, letting very little in.
The featurelessness of the Ka'abah is symbolic of this non-representation, and an affirmation of the monotheistic creed. And particular to Islam, its veiled-ness symbolizes the unknowability, the ineffability, and hence the inability to represent or depict Allah.