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Confronted with such beauty, I am not sure how the presence of God can be denied. Such a vast expanse of mountains skillfully created with a dark brown river running gracefully through it, quenching the thirst of this land's population. The peaks denoted with one side dark, shielded from the sun, and the other, light reflecting its grandness among the few scattered houses across the terrain. For a moment my mind wanders to consider the lives of those who occupy the secluded homes and valleys of this land. How peaceful and separated from the bustle of NYC... How connected with nature and its sublime beauty... Soaring above this landscape, the

I have no more words to tell you. No more letters to splice together to tell you that my heart is lying on the railroad tracks waiting for its Superman to rescue me from the wreckage that is about to transpire. No more phrases to convey that my love for you is as deep as the Mariana Trench – spurting explosive magma into the ocean abyss; impossible to see its brilliance with the naked eye, yet as extravagant and perilous as a Macy’s fireworks display for the fourth of July. No more colorful expressions to illustrate the red blazing passion that radiates in my soul every time I hear your name mentioned or see a text from you illumi

I am overwhelmed with how beautiful the Qur’an sounds as I listen to this stunning recording of the entire Surat Al-Baqarah.  I am compelled to drop to my knees and worship with my hands lifted in prayer, palms facing upwards to receive the blessings that would otherwise come down from the exquisite domes of the mosque.  If only I knew the direction of Mecca… Placing my forehead to my wooden floor, my apartment is nothing like the grandiose of the Sheik Zayed Grand Mosque in Abu Dhabi.  None of the grandeur, opulence, or impeccable reverence that I am sure is demonstrated there day after day.   The melodic Arabic is captivating.

Sometimes… you make me sick. You make me so sick that I wonder if a shoddy old Advil or crusty sleeping pill will do just the trick to make me fall asleep and forget this illness. I call it an illness because even though my body is not diseased, I consistently feel unhealthy, indisposed, and weak. I’m stuck thinking of flashbacks of a time when things were easy. When we had the world to see and time felt endless. When parents were a phone call away but a two hour car ride in the far far distance. I’m stuck remembering fragments in space of a small one bedroom apartment full of grainy memories of arguments, passion, and blis

I want to make up words.   Make up a praiseworthy word that has the robust decree of “HALLELUJAH!!” at a Baptist service, Invent a word that has the uncomplicated innocence of a precious newborn’s first delectable coo. A novel term that can abundantly express the untouched purity of the season’s first white snowfall that so regally resembles the distant and secluded Arctic tundra. A word that can adequately illustrate the power and strength of the trusses and columns that support the wonder of the Brooklyn Bridge – boldly standing after more than a century of wear. Create a new masterpiece with a word that will e

The synchronized rhythms of the drums, guitars, and piano fill the room. With a well-tuned ear, they synthesize into a harmonious beat. A DJ's work is never done synchronizing, sequencing, amplifying, and mixing. Playback, rewind, copy, and paste.  Repeat. As one frequency crossfades into the next, the mastermind is already tuned into his next stroke, next move, and next effect. The amalgamation of calculated measures and patterns entices the crowd and keeps them electrified for what might come next. But what of the man behind the headphones so diligently scratching his turntable? As I watch his movements and study his performance, the

You say you understand me. My mouth beams, my eyes shine, and my heart bubbles. It feels beautiful to be "seen" in the Na'vi language. Today though, sadness overcomes my soul, And the melancholy of loneliness swells in my pores. As a social young adult, a day spent alone crushes my spirits and forces me to reflect on the road not yet travelled. I call upon you for support, guidance, and love. Your gentle voice has the power to caress me back to wellness, But today I am greeted with obstinateness and indifference. I am dismayed as I am instructed not to call you back in my current mood. I apologize; I was under the erroneous percept

Used flight tags, dirty dishes, and soiled washcloths are the vestiges from your stay. Yet amongst the unclean and impure bedding, there lies a lingering fantasy and perfect stillness in the way the sheets pose sincerely on the shared mattress. The towels hang in the bathroom with a flawless purity about them; grimy and damp, but not a sense of deception in the manner. To the naked eye, the apartment requires freshening up.   To my private eye, it is wonderful.   It embodies the kind of perfect you covet in romantic comedies; holding all of the joy, laughter, and imagination of a two hour script. Suspended in the space is the innocence