Sometimes I am a kind and charitable man. Unfortunately, there’s another side to me. These two sides are constantly at war, battling one another for domination. Whenever the noble side of me performs a virtuous act, the lower side responds by undermining it. One step forward, two steps back. It’s exhausting.
For what it’s worth, I’m okay being a woke, lefty, liberal snowflake, even if for some this makes me a substandard believer or renegade. It’s just what I am. Get over it. P.S. We might be talking about different things. Don’t assume terminology has the same meaning in different contexts. To me, woke means to …
Happy, smiley people. That’s how others appear to me. Encountering them, I wish I was a happy, smiley person too. I wish I shared their confidence and positivity. If only I wasn’t so melancholy and dour. Let me put on my smiley face.
I wonder if I am too trusting. Too trusting to my own detriment.
Am I a race traitor? No, because my race is human. Far from a traitor, I’m pro-humanity, whole.
I can’t help noticing that everyone else is much more religious than me, and their children far more pious. I feel like a heathen in comparison. Another way I’ve been left behind. My meagre faith is so shallow.
By nature, I’m pretty shy, even now. And I suppose that’s why my duas are so rubbish: because I’m shy to ask Allah for the things I desire. I just think to myself: “God already knows what’s in my heart anyway.” Shyness can be rather debilitating. I’m not one to beg or demand. I just …
Over and over, I am reminded that I am totally ignorant, my assumptions always well off the mark. Just before my afternoon break, I was doing some admin on my staff record at work. While tabbing through the sections, I noticed the qualifications section was completely empty, with no way to correct it. “Oh well,” I …
If I could tell people what I have seen, they would say, “This man is delusional.” Even if they could acknowledge what I have seen, they would say, “Those are merely coincidences, significant to you alone.” So do we rationalise what should be remarkable, and disregard what ought to make us take note. “It’s all …
When I was young, I didn’t dream of a corporate career, working in business, at all. My first dream was to be a farmer. I might have pursued that had I not kept being told it would be a hard life… much too hard for someone like me. Eventually, I was persuaded to discount it. …
We rise and fall, have ups and downs. In the life of the world, only one thing remains constant.
It is so easy to arrogate to ourself what we think we deserved, forgetting our reality at the time. I should have pursued a proper graduate job upon completing a higher degree, I might tell myself. But the reality? I attended numerous interviews all across the country in pursuit of my intended career at the …
“Antidote to arrogance, O soul: remember who you are!” And then I remember. So what right have I to be so arrogant?
To say I have often been misunderstood would be a gross understatement. It’s been my defining characteristic. The number of times I have walked into conflicts of my own making, with the opposite intention, is quite astounding. There was the time at work, about twenty years ago, I sent what I thought was a supportive …
Some people are the life and soul of the party. In a crowded room, they are the centre of attention. The world seems to revolve around them. Me? I’m the type who fades into the wall, off on the far periphery. As a host, I’m more likely to serve my guests than engage in small …
