The Egyptian Man

He took a gamble in the night
Pouring his heart to the far Moon.
It started cold, almost dubious
But it slowly burned gentle.
He felt the Moon nodding.
In acknowledgement, not in accordance
And that was refreshing.
The Moon knew.
The Moon saw.
Though the Moon was far away
He knew he could trust the Moon.
He talked about being stuck,
Being anchored to the dunes.
Like sand through the hourglass
That was how life was passing him by.
The government failed him,
The women were disappointing.
Pleasure was only from a guilt
Or from the eyes of other strangers.
Everyone's but never his own.
Will you take me, he asked the Moon.
Or will it be all right if I go where you are?
The Moon just smiled
For the Moon longed to be down there
Where he stood
To feel the sand in her grasp.
Why be up here
Away from life
Away from love?
They looked at each other.
The man and his Moon.
No more words now
Just comfortable silence.
Soon he realised the Moon
Was getting further and further away.
We have to part, he sadly muttered.
For Fajr is here.

Do it all for a good girl

Stop making a big deal out of the little things
Cause I got big deals and I got little things.

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(As I walk home alone) A question of faith

At the risk of sounding communist, life is a struggle.

Not the struggle inspired by Karl Marx or Mikhail Bakunin, rather, the more intimate struggle of humanity and its personal dilemma of ethics, morality, freedom and acts of conformism. Life struggle will not and never end as man will not stop coveting till the day he expires. The attempt to stop coveting is a major struggle itself. Maybe many of us should learn to accept that struggle is a part of life. Accepting that does not make the struggle any easier but it will make us humane. There is no way struggle will disappear but perhaps by accepting its existence, we will be more aware of how we can tackle it. One struggle at a time until the struggle for that last breath is lost.

Each day, we struggle.
Do we get up?
Do we call in sick?
Shall I eat this?
Must I pray?
Can I swear at my boss?
Do I love him?

And each day we react to the struggle almost automatically, without giving it much thought sometimes. We trust that those reactions stem from our background, education and social environment. But what if those things are not ideal? What if our background and education did not equip us enough? What if our environment is weak? What can help you through your struggle? What if you do not have the ability to improve your education and environment?

I'm not one who is religious. Far from it. I do, however, believe in the need to possess faith. Though it was blind in my early years, I then sought to understand it slowly in my adult years. I still struggle sometimes to embrace it fully but it helps to know that I have a pillar to look out for and to reach out to.

Now, what is your faith? What do you believe in?

If your faith lies in humanity, what is the cause of humanity?
If your faith lies in happiness, what is the ultimate goal of happiness?
If your faith lies in your own self-conscience, who sparks that conscience and what does it want?
If your faith lies in the greater good of mankind, what exactly does mankind want?


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