Life as a Machine

“Doing any and everything for the chance just to come near
So those slaves are always working, doing the same routines
Over and over again you would think they were machines
Fuelled by a gasoline that you wish you could see
Cause it’s a long journey to A Sirat al-Mustaqim.”
– Boonaa Mohammed – “How to be a Slave” Continue reading

Try

When I was very young, I was always afraid of the water. At the beach, I’d cling to my father – fearing the waves would wash me away into the endless ocean, never to be found again…even though we’d only stand in shallow waters. Then came my school days, where swimming was a regular activity for our Physical Education (PE) class. I’d be terrified – always getting special concession to hold the side of the pool, using that wall as my crutch to go a little at a time…never confident that I could make it by myself. The safety net was always nearby. Continue reading