A cabinet, a bookshelf, an alter My wooden bookshelf in my bedroom was once a cabinet of sorts in the kitchen; it’s where my mom used to store onions and potatoes. I removed it from the kitchen, cleaned it off, and now it’s in my bedroom where I use it to store books, notebooks, and…
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The future is often unknown. And the journey to one’s final destination is magnificent. I once saw in a documentary about Vincent van Gogh that he, having once been a minister, spoke of life as “a pilgrimage in which man seeks god along a lonely, difficult path.” I thought that was extremely accurate; that’s what…
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In time, as we get older I don’t want to let anybody down. I don’t want to be too conspicuous or too much of a burden. It’s hard to understand that the future is unknown. Do we control our own destinies? I had a classmate in school named Destiny. I had another classmate named Fatima.…
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I have access to a wealth of imprints in my mind I have a sentimental memory that I half-retained; it’s a memory I can’t fully formulate. Happy memories keep me alive! But is it healthy to keep looking back? Should I look around me and in me, instead? Should I be aware of my future…
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Ode to my new academic program I feel I’m right back where I started. Studying psychology is a completion of the picture. The picture was blurry and its corners were faded. Now it’s like a crystal, a sentimental piece of jewelry, or a Polaroid with the image indiscernible, yet romantic and full of feeling and…
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I am strong, God is my strength I’m not sure why negative things happen. I know that words have the power to heal. Words, music, time, and the human hand and touch. Yellow tulips, custard, and all thing yellowy, must never be forgotten or left out. Nor abandoned, hidden. I’m not who I used to…
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I don’t understand why certain things happened, but I suppose it doesn’t matter. Life is suffering. I tend to suspect that certain rumors and fabrications about me have circulated around, and that most listeners or bystanders have believed them. Job is my patron saint, yellow is my favorite color, god is my witness. I don’t…
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elements, essential substances Spending my waking hours on my daily chores and errands gives me a certain clarity and purpose. I spent eight years getting through college. I don’t know why I didn’t just drop out halfway and look for greener pastures, something more hands-on, something more fulfilling for me. I’m often impulsive, but I…
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We’re the last ones left, you and me—the ones who aren’t about drama. I thought I left the drama in high school, in college, in petty circles at my faith group in my neighborhood—my temple, my mosque and faith-based community. But no; drama is everywhere, you can’t avoid it. As long as there are people,…
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You didn’t know it would be so difficult; everything in your life has to be done by you, almost. You’re consumed by fear, anxiety, paranoia, depression. Music, poetry, and mindfulness meditation make it better, it gives you a new perspective. You couldn’t really understand why things happened the way they did. The dots do connect…
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