Showing posts with label #reflections. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #reflections. Show all posts

Friday, 30 January 2015


one day the ground crumbles
the streets of stability split and

separate you
and me
and we stand at different poles
not tethered by power lines or sewage pipes and i feel
alone
despite the enormous sea
the enormous city engulfing me
and i wonder what the weather’s like on your side
and i wonder what i’m missing out on because i crossed over
and crossed back to what i once left behind
where are you? where are we?
across, over, around the bend?
lefts and rights that don’t lead to ends
lefts and rights that lead to nothing
they lead to nothing
nothing


Melani Grace Tiongson is a twenty-something Filipino-American writer based in New York. Although her aspirations lie in law and philanthropy, Melani has loved writing from a young age, and looks forward to seeing how her career goals will shape her future works.

Friday, 23 January 2015

A tolerant democracy 
allows self-full, bloated poets 
to hide in a university 
sneering at the workings of the world,
secure in the protective cloak of tenure.
Once poets' voices raised the call 
for freedom, other great causes.
Now most wallow in comforts 
mumbling impotent objections 
to current events 
beyond their comprehension.


- Gary Beck
Tennis-playing, ditch-digging, salvage-diving writer with a penchant for poetry. Explore his impressive repetoire of poems, short stories, novels, plays, and other musings at garycbeck.com

Thursday, 29 May 2014

Seasons change, night falls, day breaks, wealth fades, and technology ages but life is way more than that.

One cool summer night, I was gazing at the dark but starry heavens lit by the fullness of the moonlight when a scene caught and captivated my clouded senses. A scene that reminded me of what life on earth should be. A family in their barong-barong just meters away from where I am. A shelter made up of a recycled and rusted aluminium roof that, should an ant sneeze, would surely be blown off. Uneven wood flooring on which they spend their nights dreaming of their unrealized dreams and routine candle lit dinners. Sofas and toilets that flush shall forever remain a mystery to them. Their children go to school with faded and crumpled school uniforms, worn out bags, mismatched socks and- if they’re lucky enough- a good pair of shoes. Life was kept out of complexity. They don’t have televisions to spend watching dramas through the night; they don’t have Steve Jobs to reach the virtual world; they are strangers to Android; they don’t even have a bed to call their own. They don’t have Louis Vuitton or Hermes; they cook their food on firewood; they study their lessons through candle light, yet you can still see happiness and contentment in their eyes.

The scene made me feel light-hearted and realize how lucky I was to have parents working their butts off to send me to prestigious schools providing all the decent things I need. How lucky I was that when I was younger, I always had a new set of school supplies at the start of every school year. How lucky I was to own a Barbie when I was a kid, that I’m a computer literate at the age of 11, that I can goof around the club and eat on buffet anytime I want, that I am here writing this with an excellent power source.

Life is neither about wealth nor prestige, they are just merits. But real life? It is appreciating what you have and being happy despite of the detours, humps and road repairs during the journey. Learn to appreciate everything. If you are in pain, feel it! If you are confused, pray. If you are happy, scream at the top of your lungs, laugh your heart out, dance under the rain, and take chances. We’ve got only one life to live, dare to be different and make memorable memories.

-Julie Anne Damudara
Inspired, Inspirational, and dedicated, Julie Anne is a 20-year-old writer from the Philippines.


Artwork by Marta Dahlig

Saturday, 7 December 2013

Do you often think of the world? Of the human race? What of life? More specifically, how do all of these things collude in the modern context?

Modernity, with all its power and majesty, is – to use a modern term – plastic. I do not know for sure if it is this way because it might be that we have simply jumped on an exponentially large number of times in the past 1000 years (and especially the last 100 years) in all physical terms; we might have simply not had the ample time to evolve into accepting all our progress as a race.

That being said, however, the emptiness of life as we know it is astounding once we take a moment to absorb our actions and the mentalities behind them. It is the very fact that we have accustomed our being such that we do not examine our activities that prevent the majority of us from seeing the very depressing situation we are in.

Think of your daily routine and what makes you do it, right from the simple act of waking up at a particular time down to our extremely complex human interaction protocols and you will understand that almost everything we do, we have no real reason to do; we just do things because that’s how things are done and because things ‘need’ to be done.

The Imam, al-Ghazali – possibly the most influential figure on Islam since the Prophet Muhammad himself – realized this around the age of 30, when he was already one of the most important scholars in the Islamic world, and his thoughts and doubts regarding the purity of his deeds climaxed to a point where he walked out in the middle of a class he was teaching, not returning until some 10 years later after spending a tremendous amount of time in the vast deserts in seclusion from his 11th century world.

What took a spiritual expert 10 years, 1000 years ago, to grapple with would take the average person of today an eternity. The dilution and desensitization of the entire spectrum of the human experience into a mainstream monoculture, as well as its condensation – in terms of relative importance and purpose, through popular and social media – into a couple of  minutes long sexual experience in itself is a dilemma beyond what most of us care to comprehend. When we add to this the modern perception of success – that of belonging to an elite, international and wealthy culture – we see the extent and seriousness of this crisis.

It should be noted, at this point, that by referring to ‘modern’ or ‘modernity’, I do not mean to contrast this with some sort of nostalgic classic age where all was well with humankind. It is, in fact, my understanding that the extension of time did not corrupt us, so much as it peeled off many layers of life that kept us busy. In a sense, the advent of today’s science and technology is that which gave us the luxury of enough spare time to further scrutinize our basic human instincts and their relevance to our intelligence.

Our experience with our advance so far is akin to that person who climbed the tallest of mountains only to discover that he is blind and incapable of witnessing the view from the top. The only reasons possible for this is because we either climbed the mountain in the wrong way, or we have simply climbed the wrong mountain altogether.

In the first case, the solution is facile, even though it is demanding. That is to say, all our knowledge and experience can be looked at or utilized in a way that changes us from the state we are in into something more favorable. The simplest example of this type of a solution is what is known as a ‘motivational speech’, where a charismatic person delivers a hearty speech which invigorates us for (usually) a short period of time. This is generally accompanied with audio and visual effects, to boost effectiveness, then disseminated on popular video-hosting sites like Youtube, much like mass-produced drugs.

The second case is a much hairier state of affairs, primarily as it involves understanding which theories are, at their core, incompatible with a meaningful life that is more ‘organic’ than ‘plastic’. Examples of such a case would include capitalism, consumerism and other ideas that measure positivity based on ‘physical’ values like money which contribute to ‘outer’ wealth that does not intrinsically change our value in terms of ‘morality’.

After the identification comes the far more challenging aspect: finding a real alternative; that is, one that contributes to our ‘inner’ wealth without sacrificing our ‘outer’ wealth. Generally, such solutions are attempted by religions and spiritual movements and have historically had an entire spectrum of results with, unfortunately, no honorable mentions of success in our modern times.

All this said, we must understand that, as the great Arab poet, al-Mutanabbi, once said, “Matching the fortitude of the people, crises befall them.” In other words, our problems are only as big as our ability is powerful or shrewd enough to solve them.

Big dreams, toughest path and best burger cook in history

Friday, 12 July 2013

Summer… it’s that amazing time of the year when we get to embrace the hobbies that we barely get to practice year-long, well at least, for people who are too lazy to get a job, like me. Earlier this week, as I got to reading The Phantom of the Opera for the third time around, my father pulled a little intervention on me to force me out of my profound introversion. We ended up visiting my great-aunt, a Turk of sixty-something who was born and raised in Egypt and has come to know me as the toddler she babysat fifteen years ago when my parents went out on date night.

A long conversation with her got me pondering about choices, opportunities and determination. The result is this article. As a celebration of ‘Show, don't tell’, here is her story in her own words.

“I was born in 1951 on the outskirts of Cairo to a rich family, a family of circus performers.  My father was a clown; my mother used to hang on the aerial trapeze, my uncle was a juggler and grandpa was the ring master. We were rich, but lacked intellect. Many members of the family were illiterate. Cursing, abandoning kids for careers and more was common within us. Our family was the sort who had it all easy. I never fit in the scene. I always felt like I was on the fringe and a feeling of self-hatred built up within me. When I hit puberty, a time at which we start getting trained for a life in the circus, our family was shocked to find how clumsy I was. I lacked acrobatic skills and I could barely jump the rope. I suppose it had something to do with the fact that I was subconsciously unwilling.

Being the disappointment that my father saw in me, I was sent to live with a distant aunt who didn’t engage in the family business. Until this point, I had received not just enough education to make me functionally illiterate, but my craving for intellect was strong. That didn’t change the fact that I was destined for illiteracy. I there met her homeschooled son, who was my age too. Since my father never paid my aunt to hire me a tutor, I didn’t have the opportunity to share his but the first day I saw a tutor walk in, I saw an opportunity so I listened at the door.

Over the next couple of weeks, I saved my dismal allowance to buy books that would prepare me for the checkpoint examination done in sixth grade, through which I could go to high school. Back then, attending school up to sixth grade wasn’t required to take the checkpoint examination. I would listen at the door to the tutor everyday and spend all night studying. I ended up passing the test with a higher score then the boy who had all the opportunity in the world.

I finished high school and went to Law School; back then higher education was free. I graduated and worked for the government until I retired two years ago after getting my Masters and climbing the career ladder up to the position of undersecretary.”



Source: Unknown

After listening to this, I was struck. I couldn’t help but wonder, where would this woman be had she had my share of luck growing up in a decent society, studying in a lavish school where my biggest worry was whether I can afford an iPad soon? It got me to look at life from a new perspective. Shouldn’t I prove to the world that I deserve the lifestyle I was blessed with?

This story will definitely remain with me for life as it stands as a beacon of hope when hope is shattered and represents a quote I have always cherished, “Where there’s a will, there’s a way”. So the next time you think your upcoming SAT, sports game or interview, will be challenging, think of her, then think again!

-Adam Ashraf

Catch more of Adam's random, insightful ramblings on his column 'Adam's Ecstasy'. You may also write back your thoughts and reflections directly to him at adamashraf97@hotmail.com.