As we all know, life is always about change.
Recently, I decided to focus on building up my career on writing.
It’s a little scary going into something new and figuring out where to go from here but I’ll take my chances (:
So I’d like to announce that A Cradled Thought has moved.
Here’s to new beginnings and exciting opportunities (:
I haven’t been able to sleep properly these days.
My heart’s filled with grief over the way things have turned out around the world. I don’t know which brings me more sorrow – the fact that the world is in a scary place right now yet there are those who are too self-absorbed to care or that realization of how insignificant I am in this fight for justice and salvation.
I wish time could stand still so that I could hug those who are victims of constant oppression.
I wish I had all the power in the world to eliminate evil and let justice prevail.
I wish I had all the money in the world to rebuild lives and give them a chance at a new beginning.
But for now, all I can do is curl up in bed and hope that they’re all going to be okay tonight.
Let us create awareness for those who are victims of political conflicts and unrest. Let’s pray for those who are victims of unfortunate incidents. Let’s come together and do something collectively to strike a chord and make a difference, however minute it may be.
This is for the Syria.
For Ukraine and Russia.
For Africa.
For Palestine.
For Lebanon.
For Iraq.
For Burma.
For MH 370.
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The thing about long transits is that it permits you to make careful observations of your surroundings and formulate thoughts of your own.
Never mind that the monetary fountain has run dry or that my persistent tummy demands food – this 7-hour wait has definitely given me a little perspective.
I’m surrounded by a sea of travellers from all sorts of ethnicity and religion. It’s got me thinking – isn’t it amazing how people come in all forms?
These two weeks have made come to appreciate other cultures and realise that at times, differences are a lot easier to set aside.
During this time, I’ve met people from various backgrounds/belief/walks of life yet something common seemed to always prevail – we made it a point to understand better one another and the places we call home. It wasn’t always pleasant or easy because surely you would come across certain differences that you’d find hard to swallow but even so, everyone mutually agreed to respect and love one another.
Centuries ago, great minds and characters
Fought to uphold Islam in its true essence
Of knowledge and wisdom, they were masters
Their spirituality and akhlaq were never absent
They struggled and sacrificed
So you and I can coexist in peace
Friends and families killed before their eyes
Their lives were not of ease
They strove for unity, not division
Yet they were faced with rejection and humiliation
Assassination, poisoned, prisoned
Were ways of their deaths without reason
Today from within we see enmity
Blurred by confusion, ignorance and naivety
Victims of hearsay and hypocrisy
Deterring progression from a community
The eyes are the door of contemplation
The tongue can be vile if untamed
The ears are the gates to verification
The mind will wither if left unclaimed
So brother in faith these walls of hostility must fall
For us to realise the real enemy and eradicate tyranny
Let us seek to understand, knowledge is for all
Only then can we actually live in harmony
Found this absolutely brilliant post a few days ago!
Converses of Wisdom
A Poem I wrote on debate and argument using wisdom.
–A Skeptic said “What if you are wrong?”
I said “What if I am right?”
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An Atheist said “How is there a Creator?”
I said “How is there a Creation?”
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A Christian said “Love God and worship Jesus”
I said “Love Jesus and worship God”
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Cradled thoughts 