I’m not an indigenous inhabitant of this region either. I migrated down south from the north for study, work, then marriage over twenty years ago.
It’s true: I haven’t a voice for making podcasts and videos. My voice is monotonous and boring. My wife listened to my first video and said it sounded like I was about to cry. My daughter listened and said I sounded like I had depression. Alas, alas. From here on, I’ll just make silent movies.
A decade ago, I was a fan of buffoonish crime drama, Death in Paradise, set on the fictional Caribbean island of Saint Marie. Initially, there was something quite quaint about a stiff-upper-lip British detective being dispatched to a paradise island to investigate a murder. The detective in question was played by actor Ben Miller, and …
I find myself contemplating the cycles of life a lot these days. I find myself contemplating the passage of time, the stages of our lives.
God bestowed me an extra chromosome, by which He made me all that I am.
The first novel I ever wrote was so astoundingly bad that I eventually had to pulp every single draft I had once printed with pride.
We all come from somewhere else, originally. Migration is an integral part of the human story. God’s earth is wide, made spacious, for man to migrate to wherever he finds comfort and safety.
I’m not a new Muslim. If my life can be divided in two, at this point I’ve lived the larger part of it as a Muslim. Most of my contemporaries had just a five-year head start on me, in deciding in their late teens to take their faith seriously. Others rediscovered their faith much later …
Behind most of the upsurge in contemporary racism, I believe, lies that age-old disease of the human condition: envy.
I wonder… is writing causing me hypertension… anxiety… serious stress… an agitated soul?
It is such a blessing to have a good woman at your side. I don’t know what I’d do without mine. She counsels me when I’m feeling down, offering different perspectives and fresh insights. She is my companion on the path, forever calling me back to the One. Hers is contentment, reminding me of the …
I came across some old writing today… thoughts I had penned twenty-seven years ago, which I’d completely forgotten about. It reminded me of the intense loneliness I felt back then… that inner despair and pessimism.
I don’t know what I’ve done. I commissioned an editor to review the manuscript I spent my holidays and weekends editing throughout 2021. I’ve spent a fortune on it… but now it’s hit me and thrown me against the wall… what was I thinking? Why did I even write that novel? What was I setting …
Envy, I suppose, will kill the hearts of man. I see it in myself, whenever my gaze falls on what others have achieved. Really, it’s a mental illness. We shun the immense blessings we find directly under our nose, to focus on the apparition of what others have… a nice job, a big house, a …
