Milestones and Stumbling Blocks

“One who has one hundred craves two hundred. When he acquires the two hundred, he craves four hundred. Therefore, no one dies with [more than] half of his wishes in his hand” (Ecclesiastes Rabbah 1:13)

Us humans, are by nature satisfaction-craving beasts. We cannot survive without purpose, and living by that purpose is what gives us satisfaction. The purpose depends on what every person feels to be his calling. Continue reading “Milestones and Stumbling Blocks”

The New World

Year 2016 is apparently an ugly stain on the fabric of USA history and its people. It was a year of divisive politics, anger, controversial statements, and to some ‘missed opportunities.’ For me, however, 2016 taught me more about closeness than distance. Continue reading “The New World”

Why Obama is wrong

First of all, I know I have many Muslim friends and followers who will wholeheartedly disagree with what I’ll write. However, I think we live in an age (2017 already!) where we can share opinions without engaging in unnecessary personal strife.

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Song of Songs

Ever since I can recall, there was a dream in my heart.

The day will come and I will climb the hill and reach the Land of Promise, the promise of quiet and peace. It is an atmosphere where the sun shines but does not burn, the wolves cry but do not scare. I will assemble the sheep in the meadow by the shrill of my whistle, walk them to the brook and comfort them with the song of my flute. I can visualize the birds chirping in the blue sky, a breeze stroking the tree’s branches like a harp adding harmony and magnificence to my tune. This melody exists only in my dreams for its scales are too delicate and sound too tender to be recorded and played outside of that Land. Continue reading “Song of Songs”

My Dilemma

The morning sun breaks through the density of the dark forest night, signaling to me that another day dawned. A day like the many that preceded, one of ceaseless search and hopeless attempts of finding my out of this lonely nightmarish forest, to the Promised Land. The map I acquired was insufficient for it was written in old letters and the diagrams seemed outdated. So I decided to find the path on my own, Continue reading “My Dilemma”

Self-Control: Step One

Introduction

It all started many years ago, shortly after we reached adolescence. We were innocent, pure, and clean; our feet walked the path in the direction of heaven. Not long after we embarked on our journey, we curiously studied the surroundings of our path, and that is when the trouble began. Side roads breaking off our path appeared every few meters; they overwhelmed us with their excitement and pleasure, their glamour and beauty. As hard as we tried to stay true to our path and its destiny, the side roads enticed us to change our ways. At one point or another, we succumbed to their seduction and abandoned our path. Months, years and decades passed with lightning speed but we were too drunk to feel the passage of time. One day, we awoke like a drunkard from his wine; we looked around and wondered where we are, how did we get there, and then worried of the final destination to where these roads lead us. Continue reading “Self-Control: Step One”

Tribute to Elie Wiesel

“Man comes closer to God through the questions he asks Him, he liked to say. Therein lies true dialogue. Man asks and God replies. But we don’t understand His replies. We cannot understand them. Because they dwell in the depths of our souls and remain there until we die. The real answers, Eliezer, you will find only within yourself.” (Moishe the Beatle, Night ch. 1)

The book of Job is not an easy one to read. It is a story of a righteous man tested by God to almost unbearable limits; he then rebelled against God by cursing the day he was born. Following is forty chapters of heated debate between Job and his three friends about justice and fairness in God’s judgement. Job relentlessly questions the ways of God and rebuts all the defenses offered by his friends. Continue reading “Tribute to Elie Wiesel”

Rejection

It was projected
when I was born
to be rejected
my spirit be torn

Piercing my hearts
with no guilt or shame
A target for darts
yet me they blame

To rely and trust
maybe was wrong
Bleed if I must
not look to the strong

Now I am lost
forever to wander
Was it worth the cost
I forever wonder Continue reading “Rejection”

My Invincible Pen

I sit here and begin to write, though I know absolutely nothing about what the content will end up being. What I feel, is a compulsive need to inscribe random thoughts on an empty sheet. Much likes a painter or sculptor; in the beginning whether canvas or marble, all is blank. But potentially they can unravel beautiful artifacts worth marvel and praise. Or possibly make us nostalgic to the canvas’ untainted blankness. Continue reading “My Invincible Pen”