The Sound of The Rain

I really love the sound of the rain. There is something immensely soothing about it. I wonder if it’s something to do with water being life. Everything was created from water. Hearing the pitter patter of the origin of life is special because life is special. There is something nostalgic about it too. To me it invokes memories of childhood; the time i stood under the plum tree in the garden watching the raindrops fall from the leaves, or the time when I was in year 7 and it became dark with clouds outside and the rain beat the windows. The rain has quietened down a bit now, i suppose all things eventually quieten down until they are no more. My post ended here but as soon as I clicked publish the rain got louder again. I suppose things quietening down doesn’t mean the end after all, a bit like this blog.

Ukraine 0 – 4 England

Is it any surprise that England were victorious today against a nation who is named after rainy Britain? UK .. raine (sic)

I love you!

Aqeeqah

Assalaamualaikum

I booked time off work today to attend an Aqeeqah. Cool huh?

OK here goes

Back to writing

As I traverse through stages in life I have realised that things which were cherished back in the day are most worthy at times of being resurrected, to enable one to connect with a part of his foundation

So here I am back to blogging, something which I cherished, and once throughly enjoyed

Itll e interesting to see how my writing style has changed, if indeed it has. 

i feel like writing

but dont

And Breeeaaath

What a long breath that was. Right, I’m back. Enough of this procrastination and let’s get down to verbal business. So verbal it’s insane, so commercial it hits FTSE 100 charts.

Lol

I am too funny. Oh yes I am. Time to straighten my ring, la7dhah shwayya..

Done. After losing 3.73 stones in 7 months my ring has become too loose. So loose it’s sometimes 110 degrees off. And so I moved it to my middle finger for better stability, but the other day Sh Assim ul Hakeem was staring at it (hardly surprising being THE ring it is) and advised me that it’s haraam to wear it on the middle. So I moved it back to the original finger – the one next to the pinky (right hand).

Oh my it just hit. Perhaps that why I’m back to blogging? The energy created by the ring connecting to the original finger emitting galactic synaptic responses pushing that Sussist button within my brain (under the chap hat) to bring a Sussist back to blogging

Wow..

Really

Really, I should get back to blogging

Let me take a deeeeep breath

Roar

Oh my Beasts

The Cave

Hi

Im back again. Back to a cave within my mind. A cave with mirrors. Mirrors so powerful, they generate light. Light so unique that it touches darkness and leaves it intact.

Light so uncertain, so baffling, so hypocritical at times. So difficult to read, so difficult to see. But it’s light it shouldn’t be difficult to see. “Light”. Unreal, false, far, unnatural. Deceiving.

So I find these mirrors uncomfortable for they emit an uncertain light, I wish to leave the cave but I am prevented. Prevented by ego.

Ego so cruel, ego so stealth, ego so destroying, ego so treacherous.

So I punch ego in the face and the light turns off.

It becomes cold, dark, wet and scary. There’s no energy flow, there’s no ambition, there’s no drive, there’s no sound, there’s no life.

Except for the sound of a hissing snake.

So I find a hole in the ground and fall through it. I come to an Oasis surrounded by curtains. Curtains so red, as red as a rose. I want to touch. I touch and it ignites. The curtains burn and the Oasis dries up. I stand in the dried up Oasis and look towards the red sky. I see stars.

Stars so bright, so far, so magnificent. I aspire.

My feet become wet as the Oasis begins to fill up with water. I run to the banks before I drown. But I’m too late, I drown.

So uncertain.