Thoughlets and experiences

The moments we share with our first friends are awesome. First friends, yes i mean it, those who studied and played together in our childhood days. Holy Angels, the real "ground" that molded us as what we are. Though we couldn't connect with all after school, the social media innovations made all possible. And we casually tried to gather in between these 25 years multiple times, 2024 GT was an amazing one. School itself changed a lot, the town Adoor totally changed, and ofcourse we too. But the bonds are something different. The evening was amazing, we talked, shared, then had the fun time, and a tea time together.

 The trip was spontaneous, beginning with three friends from Bahrain and later, a surprise addition—an old friend from Khobar, known for his mischievous nature. What started as a simple plan to visit Tarut Island, just after Dammam, turned into an unexpectedly memorable journey. Despite the hot and humid weather, the desert landscape surprised us with patches of greenery, mangroves, and a picturesque seashore park. The journey was punctuated by delightful moments, with delicious food and tea adding rich flavors to our experience. One of the highlights was the visit to a heritage village, which evoked a deep sense of nostalgia. Surrounded by memories of chalkboards, old stereos, vintage cameras, Hero pens, and the lifestyle of the 80s and 90s, we were transported back in time. It was a trip that blended history, friendship, and the simple joys of life in a way we hadn’t anticipated.

Staying aligned with the majority is easy, but standing firm for the minority requires immense moral strength. This moral courage is essential for upholding one's dignity. In today's world, politics is fraught with divisions and widespread hatred. Humanity seems lost, and speaking up for the marginalized or voiceless has become increasingly difficult, as those in power often target dissenters. It requires immense moral strength to stand firm in solitude, especially when in the minority. This moral strength sustains a person's dignity. Strength in solitude is the courage to embrace and understand one's own company, to face inner challenges without the distraction of external influences, and to emerge more resilient and self-assured.

 The Arabs should show the guts to produce videos in English demonstrating the real stats and facts to debunk the "islamophobia built on false and fake narratives". To make Israel crimes supported, the zionists, imperialists, colonialists and now fascists coined and propagate the word terrorism too much to polarize and stop thinking justice. The responsibility definitely with the people initially targeted by then islamophobic elements. We have various books, articles, videos etc are available to support the truths. Only thing is to act and make the Muslims free from being attacked or tortured only because of the fake narratives. At this time, the world witness how much hatreds kills innocent humans around the globe. When Palestine is the truth, no one stops Israel which itself is an occupier and oppressor. When secularism and humanity prevails atleast on educational forums, it's high time gather conferences initiated by Arabs, and show the truths visually. Islam and it...

During my vacation, I was excited to spend time with my younger daughter, who is known for her naughtiness. True to her nature, she was very playful but also prone to crying over small things, sometimes for no apparent reason. I suspected she might feel like she wasn't getting enough attention. One day, I had to leave her at her grandpa's house due to an emergency. She continued her usual solitary games, running around the house. Later, she called me, crying and screaming because she accidentally knocked off a flower that her grandma had been carefully nurturing, hoping it would bear dragon fruit. The weather had been a bit rainy and windy, so I advised her not to say anything about the incident and to behave normally. Initially, she didn't agree, but I insisted to stop her crying. A week passed without any issues, and I returned home. On the last day, she called me again, this time laughing. Curious, I asked her what was so funny. She smiled, and her elder sibling explaine...

 In a small village, there lived a couple whose journey was marked by both love and turmoil. He loved her deeply, and they cared for each other genuinely. However, life was not without its challenges. They faced expulsion from his house early in their marriage, which forced them to rely on his job to move to various locations. Eventually, they welcomed a baby girl into their lives, and as time passed, they began to settle into a routine family life.Their aspirations led them to the Gulf, where they worked hard and saved enough to invest in their own land and house. Their dream gradually became a reality, but with time, the initial harmony started to show cracks. Frictions developed, yet another joy arrived with the birth of their second daughter. They continued to make adjustments, striving to maintain a semblance of normal family life.As they worked on building their home and saving for their children's education, the frictions escalated into doubts and suspicions. Close family me...

 Feeling failure 😭