picture from the movie Bab Aziz


perhaps this magnetic pull to other continents,
this incessant desire to travel abroad,
is our ancestral calling,
their bones finally sprouting in trees,
winds blowing past their branches,
carrying with them a voice,
to whisper into our ear,
and echo into our soul,

“come, come near,
we are waiting for you,
do not fear.”

And the pot boils,
the stories it has eavesdropped on,
atop the frail branches,
collected from a days toil.

The pot boils,
water for nightly elixir,
cinnamon, and bartered sugar blocks,
lemongrass from wild growth.

The pot boils like my belly,
aching for a morsel,
not of mutton, nor bread,
but taste my forefathers forehead,
on the lips of my longing,
reconcile my belongings.

Alchemist of souls,
the desert calls,
I know you’ll find me,
with the hosting of nobility,
perhaps, a metaphor,
my belly aching for emptying,
so my soul can soar.

The desert my rib cavity,
the fire sticks my bones,
and all along,
this longing for travel,
is a turning inward,
find my ancestors waiting,
and arrive home.


Please watch this video, which inspired this poem.
Whilst tempting to find scientific approximations on who I am and my background, they will always be approximations. The reality is that in spite of my actual backgrounds, the urges I have, the calling to other countries, to other land, to other people comes from a deep attachment within and conviction beyond what labs can offer me.
When I so choose to join the reins of the brave nomads of the world and leave this abode of confine we are so programmed to nestle in, I will  wander about wherever my soul leads me to.
I’ve mastered most of my internal flight, the simulator has been overworked, it’s time soon to cut the ties and set flight.

A cure for anxiety – Extract from Remembering God by Charles Le Gai Eaton



I have revisited this quote countless times this week and I feel I will visit it countless more. A reminder of the nature of affairs.

Fatalism, as an attitude to life in general, is retrospective. Only when something has happened can we say that it had to happen. The notion that it makes people inactive is disproved by experience. The courage of the Prophet’s Companions, going into battle against overwhelming odds, must certainly have owed something to the conviction that the outcome of the battle was in God’s hands, not theirs, and that they would die not a moment before or after “a time appointed”. If their time had not yet come, the enemy’s weaponry would prove to be no more dangerous than a child’s toys; if they were fated to meet their end that day, nothing they did could prevent this. In our time, countless men and women suffer extreme stress in their work and this is often due to the belief that “everything depends on me”. For the Muslim, everything depends on God; nothing “depends on me”. Paradoxical as it may seem, the conviction that all is pre-ordained is liberating, whereas belief in total freedom of choice creates, for those who hold it, a prison of anxiety and uncertainty. It is for us to act. The outcome of our actions is God’s business, not ours. It is for us to do what is right under all circumstances. Subsequent failures does not mean that right action was, after all, wrong.

From Charles Le Gai Eaton’s book Remembering God

A supplication taught to Muslims by the Prophet Muhammad. On reflection, it is easy to adapt this into your life no matter what your religious inclination.

Why didn’t you

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Why didn’t You create me deaf so I would not hear Your calling?

Why didn’t You create me blind so that I would not see Your blessings?

Why didn’t You create me without a nose so my olfactory would not be set alight with memory?

Why didn’t You create me without hands so I could not help others?

Why didn’t You create me without feet so I could not traverse Your land?

Why didn’t You create me without senses so I couldn’t feel through all of them –

say the ignorant, say the ingrates, say the deniers.

Had You not created me with anything other than one sense or limb alone,

The sole purpose would be so that I may use it to find You.

-Wesam El dahabi

Death is a wedding night

‘Death is the wedding night of the marriage with eternity’: Bab ‘Aziz the movie

I have not watched a more eloquent, poetic, spiritual and inspiring movie.
The writer of this movie is one special mind and rich soul. Do yourself a favour, watch it and tell me what you think about it.
It’s freely available on Youtube with subtitles.