Concerning Tennis Balls
Control is an illusionIts like a tennis ball that you throw into the sea.You believe it will come back due to the tide and you think that this expectation is control.But it isnt.Im against principles if all we use them for is to prove a point. Im for principles if they make us better people for ourselves. Its difficult to balance this. Even the biggest safety net of regret is just a bunch of holes tied together. Thats the thing really, no one looks at it that way. No one considers the hole in the doughnut to be included in the price. Wouldnt be much of a doughnut without that hole.We are so afraid of love. Sometimes when we gi

The Matrix - The Halaal Version Part Two
(This is a follow up piece to my original Matrix Parody)A good parody is only as good as its source material, and before I start I have to say without any doubt in my mind that the Matrix Reloaded and the Revolutions are crap movies that lack the poignancy and philosophy of the first. Im not putting this disclaimer out there because i’m worried about the reception of this piece (i write because I love writing), but rather because I knowingly ignore large chunks of the movie as they hold little value to both the canon and often plot, as well as my parody of it.

On Birthdays and Writing
For the Past Three years Ive done Birthday Posts for myself, its been a tradition to put up a pic of Mj before he was a media jihadi (coined by Saaleha), before he was an aspiring Ninja and when all it took to make him happy was a box of smarties. But now, as I become more and more detached from this medium I chose not to do a post this year.I hesitate when it comes to somethings, but not this blog.So theres been a lot of spring cleaning that ive been doing (in my archives) and alot of new paint on old doors but some things just seem to lurk... under the surface, beneath the text. I can delete the posts but I still feel it, kicking at me. I gave away too much of

Concerning The Brothahood
Its so arrogant to say that youve discovered something (when you know that you arent the first) but at the same time its fun to have a Columbus complex... so with that in mind - let me share something ive discovered tonight (using the argument that until tonight it wasnt in my reality so hence it did not exist...ok im feeling very philosophical lately)I love the title - Light Upon Light.

Concerning Puddles
I could lose my pride, my reputation and my stature but I fear I will lose everything if I lose my compassion.This isnt something I place on my top shelf and save for special occasions. Like those boxers that dont have the Mr Price tag on them.Love is like that sometimes. That pair of jeans that you never wash because youre so scared that the day you want it you cant wear it.Other times its like that top you see in the store window. Perfect, but not your size.And sometimes Love is best explained with this textile parable...هُنَّ لِبَاسٌ لَّكُمْ وَأَنتُمْ لِبَاسٌ