Protagonist Syndrome: On Narcissism

Yesterday I was on the train home and saw a lone sock on the tube floor. I suggested to my friend, an aspiring play write, that he write a story about a series of very ordinary happenings that led to the sock’s current position; maybe somebody was running late, and hurriedly put their baby’s sock…

Celestial touch: On the Sky and the Fitrah

Nobody can deny the beauty of the sky. When gazing at mellow, rounded and forgiving clouds, emboldened by the deep blue sky, and shaded by the sun, one cannot help but feel awe. This feeling only magnifies in the night, when the sun yields, and towering constellations come forth. Perhaps this feeling of awe, that…