If only those pursuing apocalypse would open a history book. They might then learn of every previous attempt to provoke apocalypse for millennia. In truth, every generation thinks itself living in the end times, prophesies apparently springing to life before their eyes. But so it seemed twenty-five, seventy, one hundred, two hundred, five hundred, a …
I find myself overwhelmed by crowds. That’s not to say I have some kind of meltdown. I mean, my mind wanders, contemplating the likely impossibility of paths crossing with anyone you know, unless as a result of pre-arranged plans. And yet… I once wandered into a tent amidst a sea of humanity on the hajj …
Another day trip to our old neighbourhood. Not that it’s any longer our old neighbourhood, for everything has changed. It seems the property developers have been given free reign to do whatever they please. We start with jummah prayer at my old mosque. On our departure, I give salams to one of the old uncles …
Successful gardening leave, in my humble opinion. The best form of therapy.
I said to my wife when she commended my efforts, “I’m not a pro, but I’m cheaper than the other guy.” I booked the other guy months ago, but he was another no-show. As usual, we learn that the best approach is to do it ourselves. I may still need the other guy for his …
Here we are, tending our front garden, pretending we’re living in a quaint cottage in the heart of the countryside. Across the road, with their three cars, two vans, motorbike and assorted rubbish, our neighbours pretending we’re living on a sink estate amidst some indistinct urban sprawl. To each their own vision of their lives. …
More red exclamation marks. A week of red exclamation marks. The latest red exclamation mark attached to an email copied to my colleagues, hoping they can help in my absence. But I’m sorry to say that despite my best efforts, nobody will be able to help at all. The reluctance of this crew to learn …
Growing up, we feared our parents. But this is a different generation. Yes, we upset and disappointed our parents in our time too, without a doubt. But would we mock and jeer them, or would we fear the consequence of doing so? Much less threatening them in rage? The tables have turned. Today, not only …
Victory of the unproud. English from 5 min mark.
Do you feel like time is accelerating? Like weeks become like hours? Years like weeks? That’s how I feel, as Ramadan comes and goes in the blink of an eye.
Oh dear, I spied the red exclamation marks. But I’m on leave. I know I should not respond. For the person asking, it seems preposterous that for an organisation as big as ours, there is only one product owner for the central communications tool used by all staff. Thus have they copied in another in …
Am I a race traitor? No, because my race is human. Far from a traitor, I’m pro-humanity, whole.
It’s strange listening to British politicians articulating so vociferously the domestic policies of a foreign power. Their job is to represent their British constituents, not to lobby on behalf of another nation, regurgitating their talking points word for word. They even use the exact terminology handed them. If you listen to them enough, you will …
