“I count myself one of the number of those who write as they learn and learn as they write.” -Augustine
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Thank you for stopping by and visiting my blog! It is still a work in progress as you may have noticed, but I hope you enjoy some of the works that I have written so far. This blog is dedicated to my writing craft and the pursuit of knowledge from the world around us.
Poetry
“Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” -Rumi
History
“A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots.” –Marcus Garvey
Knowledge
“Humility is the beginning of true intelligence.” -John Calvin
Songs of Reflection: Sacrarium
Golden Rays touch the height of pines and the lowest tidesSpreading beyond the Sanctum of where I wish to dwellWherefore I may be comforted and purified How delightful is your Profession, O’ LordHow bountiful is thy MercyHow great is thy Majesty For as the birds observe thine Glory most infinite For which You reside among theContinue reading “Songs of Reflection: Sacrarium”
Songs of Reflection: My Fallen Council
Find myself drowning in iniquitiesCan’t help but hear out the Demons who speak of my fallacies Every hour under the SunEvery walk under the MoonI pray for the day of tranquility ‘Look at you’, says they‘Set in your ways- sins on repeat’And they’re right The lies I convey to my soul and fellow manThe “goodContinue reading “Songs of Reflection: My Fallen Council”
Songs of Reflection: A Sinner’s Plea
Forgive me, O’ Lord For I am wretched. My soul is tainted from all iniquities. I had called you Father. I favored thee as the Savior, and King above all. Yet I denied thee. I had committed a most treacherous sin. Spitting upon your Holiness in the most trialed hour. My bones are twisted, andContinue reading “Songs of Reflection: A Sinner’s Plea”
A Letter of Tears to Pashto افغانستان (Afghanistan)
Beloved of Afghanistan, Remember the days of sun and stars O’ descendants of sorrow. Another dark age is passing, For better or worse, Your hearts are locked in fear. I pray that I could do more to ease your pains; To be present among you. To care for the old and frail To wipe awayContinue reading “A Letter of Tears to Pashto افغانستان (Afghanistan)”
Love and Atonement: A Second Dialogue between the Student and Mentor
“My dear Master Irfan, I thank ye for the wisdom you had bestowed upon my troubled soul a few days past. Yet, I return with more trouble…” “Ah, my student Talib! Time is riddled with endless inquiries and trials in all aspects of life. It fills my heart when a student continues to question andContinue reading “Love and Atonement: A Second Dialogue between the Student and Mentor”
The Dead Rose Bush: A brief Dialogue between a Student and Teacher
“Dear, Mentor. Thine heart continues to drag me through the pains of past memories. Every day I wake, I am greeted by sadness. Every night I seek rest, I am haunted by agony. Everywhere I go, every pilgrimage I take, I’m stalked by the shadows of those whom I loved dearly; the gentle yet fieryContinue reading “The Dead Rose Bush: A brief Dialogue between a Student and Teacher”
“I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.”
— Anne Frankne
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