Pulse

Recently, a friend of mine shared an article titled 'Are Arabs turning their backs on religion?'. After going through it, I couldn't help but draw a few general parallels that are telling of the entire Muslim geography as a whole. In a world that registers change more rapidly than it ever did, nothing, not even faith can sustain without playing constant catch up. In the case of the Muslim community, if there is even one coherent enough to be labeled so, the catch up really hasn't happened. It's still struggling to find its feet let alone be stable enough to respond to emerging trends, crisis or opportunities. For me, that has played a critical part in the dissatisfaction of the youth from religion in general. Capitalism is another reason I feel faith has taken the backseat. With a steady perpetuation of consumerism and people's lives revolving around material and in pursuit of maintaining or improving one's lifestyle, there's very little time to dedic

I think the speed of everything in life has increased tenfold since the advent of modern day technology. Before you know what you're experiencing, it expires and all you're left with is the hollow corpse of your unmitigated emotions. Living as it is takes a toll and this new form even more so. Its noisier, dustier and too damn quick. Somewhere, however, the fault is equally mine. I should know better than to expect the world to fit my pace. That is not how it works. We have to make sure we're better enough to fit the pace of the world and as far as possible, to do so on our terms.  This process of individualizing one's living is tough yet necessary.  I just hope I don't get muted in the crowd.  Thats all.

Revisiting one's root and origin is quintessential especially when the world around you is moving a little too quickly. Time's being stubborn as it always is and refusing to pace the way you wish it to and slipping as sand does from hands. The company of friends and enemies is blurring between the two and the juggling act of not giving up your personal safety and peace for the profession is becoming hard. You're hoping, wishing, nay almost praying that your sanity does not wash away as quickly as the firmness of your skin is. You create divergence at first. They wear off as quickly as your patience does these days. You realize you need solutions. Long or short not being the focus. Just solutions at this point. So you contemplate. Contemplate. Contemplate. You fight between complaining, experiencing the pains of your past, regrets, and denial. Fighting to find rhyme and reason. You're lucky because you struggled to know better. So between you and utter disappoin