

The Funeral of Potential
The bloody alarm clock. That vile invention that rings not to wake one up, but to sadistically mock you. Everyday at 4am it screams, “Get...
3 days ago3 min read


The Art of being Men without Nonsense
Hello and a great Sunday to you. This might well be reflective notes to myself. But, I'd like to share the two or three long dhirams with...
6 days ago3 min read


Outsourcing your Brain.
So, I was having lunch with my niece - bright as a solar flare, on the brink of high school graduation, and dead set on becoming a Marine...
6 days ago2 min read


"Uncle"
The other day, a Talabat delivery chap- bless his youthful exuberance - had the audacity to call me Uncle. Uncle...? Now, this...
6 days ago1 min read