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Even though, the title says “making sense” I guarantee you that what you're about to read will not. There are a few certainties in life. Some we take for granted, and some we take very seriously, too seriously to the point where they become a raw material for humor. Now with that being said, I must admit that for sometimes I've been trapped in the sickening, rotting pit of undying love for worshiping social bull-crap. What's that, you might ask. Well, the answer is as simple as launching a rocket... Anyone with a few loose screws in their head can answer. We humans love to believe in higher beings. Not that the hundred billion Gods that 7 billion people around the world worship aren't an obvious example... But that's beside the point. I am not aiming to write about Gods, deities, or godly creatures, and whatnot. I want to speak about one God in particular. No not Allah. Just because I am Muslim doesn't mean I have to involve my own religious input into...

هل القناعة إستسلام, ام هنالك فرق بينهم؟   عندما يفشل الإنسان في شئ ما بحياته ثم يخلى عن المحاولة مرة اخرى, هل يعتبر ذلك إستسلاماً أم قناعة بأمر الله في الموقف؟ بإعتبار ان كل شئ قدر تقديراً دقيقاً من قبل الله. أم ان القناعة شئ اخر... شئ لا يخلو من المحاولات المتتالية حتى يصل المرء إلى نتيجة محتمه و هي قبول الوضع كما هو عليه. أي ان القناعة -جدلاً- هي سلسلة من الفشل تأتي متتابعة مقابلةً بسلسلة من المحاولات لتغاضي هذا الفشل, و حين ثبوت عدم جدوى تلك المحاولات يتوقف الإنسان و يتقبل الأمر الواقع كما هو بإعتباره امر الله في وقفه .   و أخذاً بمسلمات الأمور فإن كل أمر لهو ميسر و مسير من قبل الله, لذلك ترك الله الخيار في يد كل شخص منا في ذلك الأمر. إن أقبل بمقتضاة قضاء الله و حسبك –لكن– بعد أن بذلت قصارى جهدك في أمرك أياً ما كان و لكن لم يكن التوفيق و النجاح من نصيبك. و من بعده يعوضك الله عن صبرك و عن قناعتك بحكمته. أو ان تعطي ذلك الأمر فرصة و من بعد تلك الفرصة –حين فشلها– تفلت زمام عزمك و تدعي إقتناعك بإرادة الله. إلا انه في تلك الحالة إرادة الله لم تدخل من بدايته! تلك أراد...

A heart full of fear and sorrow he glanced over his shoulder.  He witnessed the demise of a city that once stood as a beacon of knowledge and light, a light that no longer exist. He lowered his head just sagging in his saddle like an old man, then he pulled the saddle towards himself, forcing the horse to drag his heavy heart away from the scenery, far away if possible so that he cannot see what causes his heart to tremble. "Take me away from here if you would," he thought to himself as he patented the long silky brown hair of his steed. "Through death comes life, and through life, people flourish" words of wisdom a man once told. Why do we bother ourselves with life if we can't even enjoy? The little things that once mattered to him are buried beneath the ashes of a city that is killed by the anger of God, and he was the only survivor of the wrath. "We will live together for a century and more. Your hand in mine and our lips meeting every once in...

Love can fix all of your problems, and it can ruin everything else. Love tangles your emotions and drives you to ecstasy, but can shoot you down and complicates all others. It's a maze. You either go in and struggle your way towards happiness or fall before the path of heartbreak and misery. It has no direct answer. You meet someone. Fall in love. Be happy. Be broken. Be everything, everyone and be life itself.  Since day one in life people been talking and writing about love but none -including myself- been remotely close to the essence of true love and what it is for a fact. This is not from a scientific standpoint of course. But what it is love? (Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more... Sorry had to throw this pun here) I'm one of those people that just love to love, the feeling of love itself is wonderful. Make you feel complete, and capable of doing absolutely everything you want. You feel true serenity deep down and you can literally t...

I am, who I am. I am the wolf among the sheep.  I am the devil in disguise of an angel. Through goodness, I've deprived evil. Total darkness spreads over everything. I am, who I am. I am the wolf among the sheep. Am I a dream or a horrific nightmare? No longer do I see. Am I a prey or have I become the predator? Sweet seductive, that I am. But a wolf regardless of anything else. I am, who I am. I am the wolf among the sheep.  

The problem is, I know myself too well. I know when I'm fucking myself over, and when I'm lying to me. I know when I'm being stubborn, when I'm being honest, and even when I'm being a flat-out asshole. I know myself too well, not to fall for my own bullshit. But I do. Willingy. Is it because I don't know how to control myself? Well I do have a very strong hands when it comes to taming myself, but nonetheless I fall for the same bullshit I make every single time.  Perhaps that's because I don't like the idea of being proved wrong. Proving myself wrong that is, not being called out by others. I can very much own up to my mistakes and apologize for them, but somehow that doesn't extended to me.  How can someone be so stupid and so righteous and even so wrong, all at the same time?! It's ironic. 

I went to bed one night, hoping one day that things will be better for me. I never really woke up the next morning. Neither dead nor alive, maybe stuck in a limbo or just thrown into oblivion willingly.  Nonetheless, when I was sort of awake I looked for you since you've had me with you. I gave you myself... But you were gone, gone with me. I've looked for you everywhere but you were nowhere to be found. So I kept looking for myself in me, but nothing was there, I was with you.  Long passed before I've found you, and when I did you were gone. Replaced with someone else, I do not know who this person is... And when I looked for myself in whatever is left of you, I found that I too was replaced.  Who am I? Who are you? Nothing makes sense anymore. Nothing is the same.  I've spent too long of time searching for myself in you when all along myself been within me. I've been oblivious to that fact. Maybe I didn't want to believe that one way or the other.  The...