The Month of Ramadan

The best guest is coming. It is a time to dust our homes and bring out our best character. It is a time to be conscious of the moment; reflect; ponder on the past, present, and future. It is a time read love seclusion, read Qur'an, and give each letter its due respect. Peace in the margin, peace between each word we must find. With creation we must ourselves align.

A Parents Obligation

When does the obligation of a parent stop? I don't mean the love of a parent. I mean the responsibility a parent has to give a child-young adult-a sound foundation. We encourage them to get an education; however, we also demand they be financially responsible for themselves. Does the parents socio-economic status dictate their ideas to the child? If the parent didn't make the right decisions throughout his/her life does the child suffer; or, the childs education? We want to teach them responsibility by making them pay their own way; however, learning is a responsibility as well. I think we should teach the child to delay gratification and find redemption as a doctor, lawyer, or, even greater, in the academics....

Circle of Concern

My circle of concern is becoming smaller and smaller. I'm finding I have to find solace more and more in my reading and writing. I found myself wanting to share a thought with someone and really didn't have anyone that I thought would appreciate it. It went from feeling alienated to alienating. Maybe that's what it takes to get to where I want to be. I ask Allah to increase my love for seclusion; to be more in love with the dead poets and authors. I don't find any disease in their discourse; I don't feel a personal attack. I see works as an inspiration versus an impetus, resistance.

Hitting Against the Backboard

This is my way of hitting against the backboard when no one else is around. It's becoming hard for me to find constructive dialogue. More and more I have to turn to myself for the negation; or, turn to my books....Time is of the essence! School begins next month and it will demand more this level I'm approaching....

Impetuosity

I'm amazed at the impetuosity in the thinking of people. If they put any thought at all. I think what saddens me is not that there are people who don't know; but, that there are so many that are unaware. That they will try and defend this nonsensical quality. This is what I love about literature, it challenges one's ideas. It brings the negation. I sure I have express'd before the most detrimental thing to man is conventional wisdom. Following the majority.

Efficiency

I patronized a market today and noticed there were no employees working the front end. It was all modernized. You did everything yourself and your change was exact. What could be more efficient? Should I see this as a bad thing? That modernization is or has put people out of work; or, should I examine where I fit into the scheme of this thing. This is where the dis-harmony within people comes from. The not knowing where they fit into this shift. The lack of healthy direction. Constructive thought. Where does knowing the probability of 1 represents certainty exist in the makeup of one's psyche? I think often about how people, atleast within my circle, neglect constructive thought. We work to build a healthy body; a healthy retirement; however, I don't hear the dialogue for a healthy psyche. In fact, I see more of a discouragement of it. That what we use to call peer pressure as children. That doesn't stop as an adult within a sick mind....

Road Trip

I'm looking to give my blog a bit more attention. I'm using it as a type of therapy; too, to just be able to trace the steps in my thought process. Mecca and I are planning a trip to LA this coming week. We hope to see Malibu an anticipate seeing the (in)famous Gladstone's. However, I'm too excited about seeing Pepperdine University and exposing Mecca to it as well. It's tragic that growing up in California I never visit'd a college campus. I believe no place exist with more schools of higher learner than California. It's sad as well that not anyone felt compelled to even suggest that I visit a campus for other reasons than a football game. I can recall not planning on going to college my freshman year of high school; but, at the same time, I can remember always looking up that hill, of Pepperdine, and wanting to know what was up there. It was something of an enigma. I don't want a University-education-to be foreign to my girls. I want them to feel at home with education. Where everything else is a distant second. I had to have that attitude to get as far as I have in school; and, I want to impress a psychology that this education thing is not for a job, but to gian understanding-and I say that with caution-and a forum for expression....