Author Archives: Ziad Aazam

Hate Me Not World: I am Only Human

This World is not Our World. It is theirs. It belongs to those who run it from a few top places around the world, passing policies and regulations to control our rightful freedom as human beings; the freedom God intended

Hate Me Not World: I am Only Human

This World is not Our World. It is theirs. It belongs to those who run it from a few top places around the world, passing policies and regulations to control our rightful freedom as human beings; the freedom God intended

Human Math # 2

Human Math # 2‘Us’ and ‘Them’ make a ‘We’. We is both Us and Them. We is many Us and many Them. Us without Them is not We. Them without Us is not We. If We is only Us, then

Human Math # 2

Human Math # 2‘Us’ and ‘Them’ make a ‘We’. We is both Us and Them. We is many Us and many Them. Us without Them is not We. Them without Us is not We. If We is only Us, then

Human Math

Human Math: ‘I’ and ‘You’ make a ‘We’. We is not You. We is not I. I and We is just I without You. You and We is just You without I. We is both You and I. You is

Human Math

Human Math: ‘I’ and ‘You’ make a ‘We’. We is not You. We is not I. I and We is just I without You. You and We is just You without I. We is both You and I. You is

Aslave

كأني

  كأني أحاورُ بكلّ كياني وأَسهَدَ ليالي في حُلم لئلا يصيحَ صوتٌ فصيحٌ أنتَ غَوغاءٌ، قلبُكَ عَدَم كأني أَهيمُ في وجه مَهام أفكّ قيودا في قيود حُكْم أتوق لحرفٍ، أغوص في بحر أبحث عن مكنونٍ في كَلِم كأني وحيدٌ عن

Aslave

كأني

  كأني أحاورُ بكلّ كياني وأَسهَدَ ليالي في حُلم لئلا يصيحَ صوتٌ فصيحٌ أنتَ غَوغاءٌ، قلبُكَ عَدَم كأني أَهيمُ في وجه مَهام أفكّ قيودا في قيود حُكْم أتوق لحرفٍ، أغوص في بحر أبحث عن مكنونٍ في كَلِم كأني وحيدٌ عن

The Kabah and the Local-Global Walls of Prayer

The Kabah: The Ever Contemporary Ancient House of God

Writing a few words to illuminate an object anchored in space and time for millennia can only be a task of modest description. However, to describe the Kabah, one cannot be satisfied with only describing the visible, but also with

The Kabah and the Local-Global Walls of Prayer

The Kabah: The Ever Contemporary Ancient House of God

Writing a few words to illuminate an object anchored in space and time for millennia can only be a task of modest description. However, to describe the Kabah, one cannot be satisfied with only describing the visible, but also with

I am a Thought Teller

  We are all story tellers, but some of us are also thought tellers. I am a Thought Teller.   The events of this world are either lived or perceived. Everyone without exception has a lived story to tell. Observers

I am a Thought Teller

  We are all story tellers, but some of us are also thought tellers. I am a Thought Teller.   The events of this world are either lived or perceived. Everyone without exception has a lived story to tell. Observers

R EVOL U TION

Our Entire Lives ‘Aslave’

aslave* |əˈsliːv| adjective & adverb in or into a state of being a slave: [ as adj. ] : she had been aslave for over three years | [ as adv. ] : he soon fell aslave. • not free

R EVOL U TION

Our Entire Lives ‘Aslave’

aslave* |əˈsliːv| adjective & adverb in or into a state of being a slave: [ as adj. ] : she had been aslave for over three years | [ as adv. ] : he soon fell aslave. • not free

Against My Mind’s Will I Jumped

Miraculously, in a free will act, and against the will of my mind, I jumped into cold water of a pool. In a sunny cold day, I put the lower third of my body in cold water at a shaded

Against My Mind’s Will I Jumped

Miraculously, in a free will act, and against the will of my mind, I jumped into cold water of a pool. In a sunny cold day, I put the lower third of my body in cold water at a shaded

12 Years a Slave With Thomas Jefferson’s Qur’an: Oh! Not Without Jonathan Livingston Seagull While Reading One-Dimensional Man

Congratulations! 12 Years a Slave won the Oscar for Best Picture. I wonder if the 1841 white man, while raping his female slave (Lupita Nyong’o, who won the Oscar for Best Actress in a Supporting Role) knew about our Prophet’s

12 Years a Slave With Thomas Jefferson’s Qur’an: Oh! Not Without Jonathan Livingston Seagull While Reading One-Dimensional Man

Congratulations! 12 Years a Slave won the Oscar for Best Picture. I wonder if the 1841 white man, while raping his female slave (Lupita Nyong’o, who won the Oscar for Best Actress in a Supporting Role) knew about our Prophet’s

[S]He Leaves a Thought Upon a Pond.

Six Changing Colour Leaves

  Six Changing Colour Leaves   Like Rodin’s Thinker He postured, On a grey bench by a green pond, With She, in love He pondered Thoughts and feelings that bond. In a sense of joy and intuition, She replied, As

[S]He Leaves a Thought Upon a Pond.

Six Changing Colour Leaves

  Six Changing Colour Leaves   Like Rodin’s Thinker He postured, On a grey bench by a green pond, With She, in love He pondered Thoughts and feelings that bond. In a sense of joy and intuition, She replied, As

[S]He Leaves a Thought Upon a Pond.

Flow of Meaning: [S]He Leaves a Thought Upon a Pond

  ‘Relax. Life is ending anyway.’ He says. ‘When it ends, another shall follow. In this life, we move forward and in cycles as we pass through the passage of time and realise our being and becoming in space,’ he

[S]He Leaves a Thought Upon a Pond.

Flow of Meaning: [S]He Leaves a Thought Upon a Pond

  ‘Relax. Life is ending anyway.’ He says. ‘When it ends, another shall follow. In this life, we move forward and in cycles as we pass through the passage of time and realise our being and becoming in space,’ he

As I Lay Living

As I Lay Living

My eyes open, as I lay living. Images are blurred, but I can see the ceiling’s light and hear voices coming from the centre of the operation room. The surgeons approach me with smiles when they have noticed the return

As I Lay Living

As I Lay Living

My eyes open, as I lay living. Images are blurred, but I can see the ceiling’s light and hear voices coming from the centre of the operation room. The surgeons approach me with smiles when they have noticed the return

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Killer Words

The words were writing themselves. They entered from nowhere into the author’s mind by themselves, arranged themselves inside, then forced themselves out in a form of a story. The author was their freedom tool. They used him as a device

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Killer Words

The words were writing themselves. They entered from nowhere into the author’s mind by themselves, arranged themselves inside, then forced themselves out in a form of a story. The author was their freedom tool. They used him as a device

My Name is Crepuscule

My name is Crepuscule. I have lived a long life and experienced it all. But there is one particular unforgettable experience I must tell you about; the experience of my own death. I died in 1984 at the age of

My Name is Crepuscule

My name is Crepuscule. I have lived a long life and experienced it all. But there is one particular unforgettable experience I must tell you about; the experience of my own death. I died in 1984 at the age of

Nowhere Train Station

Nowhere Station: Waiting for the Train of Thought (4)

“I can’t write!” The Writer has just disclosed to his Reader this unacceptable statement. No writer reveals such weakness. This is like a groom announcing to his woman ‘I can’t love!’, as she about to become his wife during their

Nowhere Train Station

Nowhere Station: Waiting for the Train of Thought (4)

“I can’t write!” The Writer has just disclosed to his Reader this unacceptable statement. No writer reveals such weakness. This is like a groom announcing to his woman ‘I can’t love!’, as she about to become his wife during their

Train of Thought: A Writer Inside Her Head (3)

“Hello.” A voice came out of the blue when my vision was fixed on the running fragments outside the train’s window. “I am that Reader inside your head,” said the voice. The voice was real; I could hear it inside

Train of Thought: A Writer Inside Her Head (3)

“Hello.” A voice came out of the blue when my vision was fixed on the running fragments outside the train’s window. “I am that Reader inside your head,” said the voice. The voice was real; I could hear it inside

The Medium is the Human*

No one denies the facilitating power of the new media available today. It is expected that progressive cultural studies expand to new frontiers and knock down boundaries between various media and disciplines in pursuit of a new media ecology. This

The Medium is the Human*

No one denies the facilitating power of the new media available today. It is expected that progressive cultural studies expand to new frontiers and knock down boundaries between various media and disciplines in pursuit of a new media ecology. This

Train of Thought: A Reader Inside My Mind (2)

A cup of cappuccino wakes me up daily. My iPhone’s alarm is more effective in annoying me while asleep than pushing me out of bed. It is the thought of sipping coffee that drags me out of bed while the

Train of Thought: A Reader Inside My Mind (2)

A cup of cappuccino wakes me up daily. My iPhone’s alarm is more effective in annoying me while asleep than pushing me out of bed. It is the thought of sipping coffee that drags me out of bed while the

Train of Thought: A Ripple Effect (1)

A ripple has just hit me. I find myself taken by its motion. “How is it possible that a written event of another space and time intertwines with my thoughts and shapes them?” The question lingers in my mind as I prop

Train of Thought: A Ripple Effect (1)

A ripple has just hit me. I find myself taken by its motion. “How is it possible that a written event of another space and time intertwines with my thoughts and shapes them?” The question lingers in my mind as I prop

We the People of the Third Kind

Because I understood the East and West, I thought I could be a ‘Bridge’. Well, I was wrong. I am not a bridge, I am someone of a ‘Third Kind’. No crossing over anymore; make room for the emerging new

We the People of the Third Kind

Because I understood the East and West, I thought I could be a ‘Bridge’. Well, I was wrong. I am not a bridge, I am someone of a ‘Third Kind’. No crossing over anymore; make room for the emerging new

هو ذاك أنا

ونادى منادي على القوم أن هبُّوا بذكراكم للقائه. فهو من حمل لإنسانيتكم من طفولته ذكرى ولأرواحكم من أنغامه لحناً، ولوجودكم من شفافيته حزناً. ونادوه بما سمّا به نفسه ‘أنا’، ففي كلّ منا ‘أنا’ لا تعرف عن أنا إلاّ أنا ولا

هو ذاك أنا

ونادى منادي على القوم أن هبُّوا بذكراكم للقائه. فهو من حمل لإنسانيتكم من طفولته ذكرى ولأرواحكم من أنغامه لحناً، ولوجودكم من شفافيته حزناً. ونادوه بما سمّا به نفسه ‘أنا’، ففي كلّ منا ‘أنا’ لا تعرف عن أنا إلاّ أنا ولا

وحي الرقم

وحي الرقم لم تكن 9 راغبةً في الحديث حينما أتتني باكيةً، ولم أكن في إستقبالها حريصاً على الإستماع إليها. فليس من عادتي التحدث إلى أرقام رغم إهتمامي بها. على أني في ذاك اليوم وعلى غير عادتي كنت منصتاً وكانت صامتةً.

وحي الرقم

وحي الرقم لم تكن 9 راغبةً في الحديث حينما أتتني باكيةً، ولم أكن في إستقبالها حريصاً على الإستماع إليها. فليس من عادتي التحدث إلى أرقام رغم إهتمامي بها. على أني في ذاك اليوم وعلى غير عادتي كنت منصتاً وكانت صامتةً.

Sound of Silence

Strongly Heard Silence

If we can make silence speak louder than words, if we can have silence as a sign that signifies more than what words can, if we say more by saying less, if we send messages through the unsaid, if we

Sound of Silence

Strongly Heard Silence

If we can make silence speak louder than words, if we can have silence as a sign that signifies more than what words can, if we say more by saying less, if we send messages through the unsaid, if we

خُطَّ على القِرطاسِ ألفاظي

خُطَّ على القِرطاسِ ألفاظي، فأنا طَوَّعتُكَ لتُقيدَ أفكاري. واجعل للمِدادِ قناةً لكلماتي، فأنت وِمدادُك أسرَى يَدِي. غير أني لستُ آمِراً بأن تصنع من فكري ما أنت عنه كاره أو أن تَمُدَّني من مِدَادِك وأنت عن ذلك رافض. بل هي القوةُ

خُطَّ على القِرطاسِ ألفاظي

خُطَّ على القِرطاسِ ألفاظي، فأنا طَوَّعتُكَ لتُقيدَ أفكاري. واجعل للمِدادِ قناةً لكلماتي، فأنت وِمدادُك أسرَى يَدِي. غير أني لستُ آمِراً بأن تصنع من فكري ما أنت عنه كاره أو أن تَمُدَّني من مِدَادِك وأنت عن ذلك رافض. بل هي القوةُ

أنا عربيُّ المعنى في كلماتِها

وها أنا ذا أقف اليوم أمامك يا صديقي وقد جرَّدَنِي الحاضر مما جاد به عليَّ الماضي فغدَوتُ مجرَّدَ تجريدٍ ضاعت معانيه ولم يبق منه إلا هيكَله. فلا أنا أبقيت على حالي الذي كان بأمسي البعيد ولا أنا رجوت من حالي

أنا عربيُّ المعنى في كلماتِها

وها أنا ذا أقف اليوم أمامك يا صديقي وقد جرَّدَنِي الحاضر مما جاد به عليَّ الماضي فغدَوتُ مجرَّدَ تجريدٍ ضاعت معانيه ولم يبق منه إلا هيكَله. فلا أنا أبقيت على حالي الذي كان بأمسي البعيد ولا أنا رجوت من حالي

أنا هي وهي أنا، كلمات

ما كنت أحسب أنني سأحلِّق في عُلوِّ الفكر يوما وقد نال مني ما نال من دُنوِ دنيا وقُبح حياة لم تعهدها طفولتي. حتى دَبَّ اليأس في نفسي، فما ظننت أن يأتي اليوم الذي أتذكر فيه طفولة قد مضت بإنسانها الذي

أنا هي وهي أنا، كلمات

ما كنت أحسب أنني سأحلِّق في عُلوِّ الفكر يوما وقد نال مني ما نال من دُنوِ دنيا وقُبح حياة لم تعهدها طفولتي. حتى دَبَّ اليأس في نفسي، فما ظننت أن يأتي اليوم الذي أتذكر فيه طفولة قد مضت بإنسانها الذي

هل أنت، فيما أنت مخير فيه، ثابت أو متغير؟

لماذا نقول أن التغيير هو سنة الحياة وأن الظاهرة الوحيدة الثابتة التي لا تتغير هي التغيير نفسه رغم أن هناك مالا يتغير؟ الذهب لا يتغير في تركيبته الذرية، الماء لا يتغير في خصائصه التكوينيه، دورة سقوط الأمطار لا تتغير في

هل أنت، فيما أنت مخير فيه، ثابت أو متغير؟

لماذا نقول أن التغيير هو سنة الحياة وأن الظاهرة الوحيدة الثابتة التي لا تتغير هي التغيير نفسه رغم أن هناك مالا يتغير؟ الذهب لا يتغير في تركيبته الذرية، الماء لا يتغير في خصائصه التكوينيه، دورة سقوط الأمطار لا تتغير في