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”
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)”
“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”
“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”
As the heart walks among the sea of sorrows Underneath I find currents of silence to follow Cast of red, turquoise, and ivory rest among the olden groundThou once believed creation had naught to awe beyond my Crown The thread of life balanced on breath and deathWith no alternative left, there the ends are metContinue reading “Songs of Reflection: Delight and Terror”
Werner Herzog and the Pyramid of Life “Yes, the pyramids have been built, but if you give me 300,000 disciplined men and give me 30 years, I could build a bigger one.” -Werner Herzog We are a race of dreamers. Fantasies, nightmares, visions, and ambitions. Noble goals of dissimilar fashions developed within our heartsContinue reading “The Faithful Dreamer”
Considering that we all today live on the same world as many generations before us. What words of wisdom, what knowledge does both the past and present have for us to heed by? What wisdom can we pass on from our own experiences?
A Poem by Rumi: A Persian Poet, Theologian, and Scholar (1207-1273 A.D.) This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness,some momentary awareness comesas an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all!Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,who violently sweep your houseempty of its furniture, still,treat eachContinue reading “The Guest House”
Written in 1923 by a Lebanese-American writer, Kahlil GIbran. A fictional, poetic story of a prophet named Al Mustafa who taught people of a city for 12 years on life and the human condition.
This is my first essay that I thought would be worth writing about. This is purely written out of thought with no real academic credibility on the topic, just ruminations of my perspective on the essence of bitterness.