Too Young to Kill?

Connecting with children through nature has become somewhat of a myth. In fact, the entire definition of ‘connecting’ has changed in the modern era. In the face of technological abundance, why hand your child a flower when you can hand over an iPad with Google images bringing forth far more than you ever could? It’s phenomenal – a simple search may produce images that you may never witness first hand. Rather, images which you never feel the need to witness first hand. The scent of these flowers, one can only hypothesise. No wonder it is theorised that the coming generation will, for the first time in history, die younger than their predecessors. Experience the world, but don’t move a muscle. Our children know everything about the planet, everything about the ecosystem and its integral role amongst our forests – yet so few are venturing out there. Die, adventure, die.

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The Battle with Ramadan

If one could personify Ramadan, it would be an individual from whom you simply could not remove your gaze – hypnotized by its magnanimity. This individual would command the presence of a legendary hero, a champion, that single-handedly imprisoned the devils of this world, and has now arrived to free us from the pits of hell. Ramadan, the only guest that visits millions around the world yearly, yet never overstays its welcome. That one guest for which innumerable slaves pine, cry and surrender for. And at last, 11 months later, it has arrived at our door-step Alhamdulillah (All praise is for Allah). Rather, it has spent two-thirds of its destined time with us already, and is well under-way delivering its end-game: The Night of Power. That same night during the last ten on which our worship is worth 1000 months.

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Hunting Happiness: Why Am I Always Sad?

I had pondered for a good while. What is the most apt adjective for the title of this article? Chasing? Pursuing? Wanting? No, we’re hungrier. We’re actually starving. Our very souls are craving happiness; that true form of joy that is ever so elusive. Satan has utilised this hunger and we’ve become predators, preying on every chance of satisfying the beasts within.

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Why Can’t I Get Married?

Boy, did I ask this question a lot. A LOT. It took me nearly 7 years of searching before I finally had success. In fact, I’m confident that my sole purpose for attending university was to get married. There should be a national university league for ‘Marriage Opportunities’. My university would be last – because it was appallingly inept at hooking me up. I also lived in a very closed circle with fairly limited options. They were so limited that I was being suggested girls for a third or fourth time by the so-called ‘Rishta Aunties’. Bless them, constantly looking at young ones like fresh meat, psycho-analysing personality traits and linking them up just like that.

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