The thing about getting married on Christmas is: a) As a Muslim from North America, I finally have something to celebrate. No, my family never had a tree - and I am glad my parents held firmly to their faith. Although I ain't gonna lie, I was jealous of all those kiddies who got gifts… Continue reading A Year in Review, Rafia-Style.
Where does this desire - nay, compulsion - for constant renewal come from? Why do I have all this energy to start projects, but then lose interest after a few months or even days? Is this my fate, is it in my disposition to start this, start that, take on this, take on that -… Continue reading Call it a poem, call it a lazy attempt at a blog post, call it what you will.
Tonight is the last night I will sleep in the room I have been sleeping in for the past 10 months. Others live in their homes for years before they move. Some never move. Ten months is but a speck in the continuum that is life, but these 10 months have been significant for me.… Continue reading Moving On