“ولو أن إبليس يوما رآك، لقبل عينيك ثم اهتدى”

“And if the Devil was to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent.”

-Farouq Jwaydeh فاروق جويدة 

I’m not as active on this blog as I’d like to be anymore, but man. Seeing the magic that writers new and old have been able to work with words is at the same time humbling and inspiring. A must-share.


I have to be surrounded by progress.

Does that sound weird?

What I mean by that statement is simple. I can’t be stuck in the same situation for too long. I can’t be around people with the same mindsets and same goalless mentalities year in and year out. I can’t be around ennui.

There is something poisonous about being stuck in the same position in life for too long, I think. Well, unless you’re happy and rich beyond measure. Then you’re okay, I think.

For the last year and change, I have had the unfortunate chance of being in one such situation. Not for a lack of trying to escape, either.

Because that’s the whole issue, isn’t it? Once your stuck in a state of no progression, it is extremely hard to get out. No matter how hard you work and try, it seems like all the forces in the world conspire to keep you settled where you are, which is interesting because if the world stopped moving, we’d all die violent deaths.

But we continue on. We fight. We work. We push through. Because humans are nomadic in nature; we have to keep moving. We crave progress.

We need it.


Yes, I’m back.

Lol. Been on a hiatus for the past couple of weeks; too many things going on within and without that have really taken a toll on my writing ability and my writing time.

At last though, I have returned to drink the words that are water again. This blog has really helped to keep my creative spirit alive, and sometimes even exorcise the demons that have crowded me at times.

With that being said, an incessant argument that has been going on for, well, ALL TIME, but has recently become more prevalent has really left me dumbfounded and, in fact, at a loss at the audacity certain people have to make bogus claims and believe in them (<—– that is one ugly sentence).

I'm sure many of you have noticed it before, but if not, this is the argument in its purest form:

"Ancient Egyptians were/were not dark-skinned".

Crazy, right?

I mean, crazy that this is even an issue.

I'm reminded of a quote by the great Neil DeGrasse Tyson, where he said "The good thing about science is that its true whether you believe it or not."

Science, the very same science that is the truth of the world, tells us that the ancient civilizations that evolved from our very distant ancestors in Africa and Ancient Sumeria were dark-skinned. How? Well, they evolved with extra melanin in their skin, a pigment that allowed them to absorb the sunlight coming down on them while dissipating most, if not all, of the dangerous UV radiation. This mutation occured because humans are adaptable, and in that case we had to adapt to our environment and atmosphere. Ancient Africa = very hot and bright sun. I mean, its still hot over there.

I know I am putting this in very simple, Wikipedia-like terms, but the reason for this is because it baffles me that people are really arguing about this. I’ve heard things like “well, why are all the Egyptians in the movies light-skinned?” to “there were white people in Africa back then!” as defenses for those who are arguing for the…THE WRONG SIDE.

Let’s lay all our cards on the table here. This is not about what is true or what is not. This is not about this being a scientific theory or scientific fact.

This is about racism.

This about how certain individuals can’t handle, nay, can’t even fathom the idea that one of the most civilized, progressive, inventive, and intelligent peoples of all time were not white. So much so that they are willing to turn a blind eye to scientific, proven fact.

Its as simple as that. And its ridiculous.

Simple Post Saturday XI

“The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place. It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me or nobody is going to hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard you’re hit, it is about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward, how much can you take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done!”-from Rocky Balboa


Its amazing how things can take an ugly turn when taken out of context. Or, rather, placed into ill-fitting context.

I received some news today from my mother that upset me greatly. Won’t get into details here, but the short-and-sweet of it is basically that the news wouldn’t have upset me as much if she hadn’t placed it into another context.

What do I mean by this? She took some already life-changing news and shifted it into a context that turned the news into a malicious monster I would have never expected.

I understand that stories change when passed from mouth to mouth; that is how literature came to be. But why change something so sensitive, something that should be delivered in its pure raw form?

I know all of this is very confusing. When I’m upset I confuse myself sometimes. Thanks for letting me vent.


I was perusing Tumblr this evening and came across some horrifying news. Christy Mack (a well known porn star) was beaten nearly to death by her ex-boyfriend, a professional MMA fighter (nicknamed “War Machine” no less). According to her account, he arrived at her home while she was with a male friend, proceeded to beat said friend, and then went on to humiliating and violating her in more ways than I care to go into detail right now. According to him, he arrived to surprise her with a marriage proposal, but was then attacked by both her and her friend and had to “fight for his life.”

I’m sure the pictures of Mack in the hospital are available everywhere online. You decide who is telling the truth.

Regardless of that, I am sickened by the amount of women who have to suffer in abusive relationships, and the amount of men who seem to feel they are entitled to this behavior with their significsnt others. Physicially, mentally, emotionally, these woman feel they are forced to endure such treatment for a smorgasbord of reasons: “I love him”, “I can change him”, “he wasn’t like this”, “if not him then who”, etc. And the sad part is, in my experience, they seem to not be willing to accept their situation, nor help from outside.

Do not misunderstand me; I am not trying to generalize this horrible truth nor am I implying I know about everyone’s situation. It just hurts me to see women of all ages putting up with these poor excuses of men.

Too many woman being beaten within an inch of their lives.

Too many women with self-esteems shattered at the hands of losers who don’t know how to rise in life so don’t want their significant other rising either.

Too many women not knowing their self-worth.

Too many women too afraid to leave.

Too many women in pain.

Too many women accepting unhappiness.