Friday, 24 January 2014

                          
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I was lying on the roof top one evening, staring at the glowing sky. I was mesmerized by the twinkling stars, how they are so far away yet you can still see their beauty. Then the weirdest thought occurred to me... What am I really bedazzled by? Travelling light?

I say I'm looking at stars, but I'm actually staring at the trace they left behind. It was an illusion.

It reminded me of the people who walk in then walk out of our lives every day. They always leave something behind, something to remember them by. Good memories. Bad memories. Their belongings. Maybe even things they "accidently" left behind.

I think of how they appear to be one person the moment they walk into our lives... how we bond, build trust, create a foundation for the relationship to be built upon... and then think of the person they are when they walk out. You get that feeling that the person walking out that door is a complete stranger.

I remember personally thinking... How could I have not known that he or she would turn out to be like this? How could I have been so blind? How could I have not seen this coming? How could I be so foolish?

I was living an illusion.

Then like everybody else I sit and I mourn, I scream and I yell, I curse and I cry, sooner or later... I move on.

Five years down the line, I meet someone, I become part of his life, we become good friends for three years... maybe even more than friends. And the moment I was in arm's reach of something better, something I thought to be "valuable" at the time, I walk right out of his life and go on like he never existed.

I get a flashback of the person who was very important to me and walked out of my life. And the reality of what I was doing was like a slap in the face.

The person who I walked out on, who was suffering because of me didn't deserve the pain I caused him. And for what... for genuinely caring about me? Who was I to do such a thing?

And, ironically, I followed back the trace I created.

Its so easy for us to walk over each other to get to where we want. But wouldn't it be much easier for us to just let them tag along the journey of success with us?

Shakespeare, brownies and warm milk is my kind of cocktail.

Tuesday, 7 January 2014

Lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Who wants to smell the fine aroma
Animal Collective


I want to smell the fine aroma

The fine aroma of Leila’s leisurely cigarettes
Not the way she smokes now.
The revolting scent of a hated habit, yearn for most.

As her homeland crumbles, Dunhill Switch to Captain Black she wishes to relax

Yet her pulmonary veins continue to throb, cinnamon sears with every pulse
Destroying her lungs the way the Lions have destroyed everything
Everything.

From her sister’s voice box, bedridden not only by a critical error but by years of rooted terror

That not only choke the throats of my paralyzed Teta but the throats of every Syrian woman, man, child.

“Don’t talk about such things on the phone ya Asma’a”

Don’t talk.
Rip your throat box out before the calamity of the consequences of free speech impend on you
Like they impended on your father
Like they impended on your mother

How can they not see?

You cannot impend upon bravery.
How can you not see?
The Lions will not destroy their bravery.

Mount Vesuvius is no longer dormant

Ashes of withering sorrow knotted in our knuckles
Pompeii hunters seek the informant.
Pointed bullets to the Lion’s den, bullet through his head,

Silence the chuckles.

Lion in a coma, lion in a coma
Freedom is my fine aroma

-Asma Alabed

Tuesday, 24 December 2013

Equivalence was dear to me,

It was a yearning of the soul.

Two equal halves, a balanced mind,

It took its toll.


With the hand's slightest twitch,

The colors start to blend.

Perfection dies before your eyes,

and symmetry is at an end.

-Joshua White
An Airman with an imagination 

Thursday, 19 December 2013

Bruised Perfection

 Whispers of a Tainted Soul


Paper ghosts flicker on the fringes on yesterday, crawling into the space between ink and fingertips.

They breathe, they heave, they sigh, they weep...they speak.



Words spoken shatter delusions. What once was picture perfect becomes a bruised reality.

Contributors: Layan Adham, Dane Bahia, Ariel Chu, Okwuje Israel, Asma Alabed, Sabrina Wu, Emily Aguilar, Joshua White

Featured Artist: Ana Priscilla Rodriguez

(Have trouble viewing the magazine below? Click here to see it on Issuu)

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

Thursday, 28 November 2013

A Jack of all Trades, 
Master of none,
Is often better 
Than a Master of one.
He is a renaissance man,
In every shape and form. 
Though to master a trade,
May take more than he can afford. 
So he dabbles in this,
Scratches the surface of that. 
All to try something,
He may be efficient at. 
No longer he stays,
Than to get a good feel.
No sooner he leaves,
Than when lost is the appeal.
- Hailey Brant

Scene from Orc Strain, a comic by James Stokoe

Saturday, 16 November 2013

This does not happen a lot. When it does, I thank God once more. Growing up in a distressed world, I hope there live people who believe and feel what I do sometimes. A moment to leave all the materialistic interests you have and balm your mind. I think we all yearn for a life like that. One in which we can sit outside our house on the front yard and listen to nature connecting herself with us. One in which we appreciate what we have. Most significantly, one in which we feel fully adequate with what we have and not want more.

That one evening when all that seems important is to watch the sun set up the nearest hill from your house and thank him for a day of persistent, hard work. I believe a part in all of us yearn for such moments. The times where I can blissfully watch the beauty of the world and speak to it. I can apologize to nature for not spending enough time with her and she will always forgive me. A cup of cinnamon tea could always accompany. I think the one reason why I thought this was a necessity was because I sit at the moment beside a pile of books that I am not ready to open and scan.

Right now, I just want to let myself lay out my thoughts on here in order to maybe seek others who are as well desirous of days like these. I will probably regret this later on when I have to give a homework assignment in less than an hour in school. Still, reminiscing to now, my regrets would fade away. That’s what experiencing ‘mind at ease’ feels like I assume.

I hope one day we all can forget about branded bags, luxurious cuisines and expensive dreams. On that day, appetizers would consist of reading a book near the fireplace on a chilly night alongside some delicious, scented candles. Main course would be tranquility with a side dish of colorful, small birds softly singing on an orange-leaved autumn evening. For dessert, it would definitely be lying down on the less than semi-soaked grass and watch the stars be consistent and still just how John Keats likes them. 

I want to be in a life where I can read, write and perform archery for relaxation. And I am almost there with one third of it being ticked off the list. I want to live where I’m satisfied and that may not necessarily be where the people are used to buying expensive coffee every morning before leaving for work. I want my shoulders to descend and forget the stresses and dilemmas of everyday life. Because inside, we can all admit to it. The minor situations come and go, the world is here, waiting to reconnect with the vast race that took control over it. Look out your window and find nature hidden behind the street lights, polluted clouds and ear-popping cars. She will wait for those days when we do. 

We will too.

Burger Aficionado. Crazy but Preppy Muggle.