
A Journey of Mind, Body, and Soul
What road do we traverse? What destination lies on the horizon? What is the purpose that drives us?
At times we may lose sight of the end... the beginning... the point of it all.
This is a journey to rediscover my reason to be.
“Be not the slave of your own past. Plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep and swim far, so you shall come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.”
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.
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.
The arrival of the summer days for us typically meant the deliverance from gruelingly long school hours...
They are the waves of the land: the dunes. Shapeshifting overnight, unrecognizable the morning after.
My hand flirts with the bedside table as I, groggily, with eyes shut, grope for my phone.
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.