After I carefully mask all of my flaws, I observe myself as someone compliments my appearance. The positive feedback is intoxicating.
Since my first year of teaching high school, I have met many Muslim students and their families. Most very conservative. It’s my belief that there is one God and that different cultures have different ways to connect with God. Muslim is one way. It’s important […]
It was 6:45 a.m. and I took my first sip of the freshly brewed cup of coffee. The minute it splashed my taste buds, my brain switched on. I dipped a square of dark chocolate into the coffee, then delightfully bit off a semi-melted portion. A quiet “ahh” escaped my mouth. My mom, sitting next to me, read aloud. This is our morning ritual, by the way–a Bosnian one to start the day. We drink coffee slowly and chat about life, books, plans for the upcoming day.
The soothing sound of rainfall is in the background as I write this. Dimmed lights and my eyes are half shut because I am dog-tired . . . but come on! How do you pass up this opportunity to write? There is something about rain and gloomy days, or that quiet part of the evening when every soul is fast asleep and it feels like only you and the moon are awake. I’d argue that besides sleeping, it is the most compelling time for writing, but feel free to defend your case against this argument in the comments below.
The world is different and viewing it through a “quirky” lense makes life more fun, and hey, more bearable at times and . . . quirky means UNconventional. Why are so many still looking at the world in only “conventional” terms?