Eastern Wind (Short Film)
Mu’min, a software engineer, in the year 2072, has to make a decision, while going through an identity/faith crisis, following his Father’s death. Continue reading Eastern Wind (Short Film)
Mu’min, a software engineer, in the year 2072, has to make a decision, while going through an identity/faith crisis, following his Father’s death. Continue reading Eastern Wind (Short Film)
I moved into an apartment in the beginning of spring. The apartment was facing a mountain. And I could swear, when the wind blue, I could hear the mountain calling for my soul. Continue reading Pale Blue Fades to Black (Poem)
The Blue Face Man is my Personal Brand Logo. This Poem explains the meaning of it all. Continue reading The Blue Face Man (Poem)
A passing memory of my days as a Cowboy. Continue reading The Cowboy (Poem)
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This Article was written as a satire of what an athiest Journalist, would write ten years after Jesus/Essa PBUH defeats the Anti-Christ/Dajjal. We already live in a world were religion is being mocked, and ridiculed like this. Most of the world already thinks like this. Most of the world would follow, and believe in the Dajjal, if he were to appear in our time. Finally, this piece of satire did not mean to offend or mock any religious figures, or beliefs. It was only meant to mock the world we live in today, and the truth bending media that tells it what to think. Continue reading News from Future Past: A Eulogy for the Anti-Christ (Satire)
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Not every voice in your head, belongs to you. Not every thought in you mind is your own. That one voice that hates you, is not a part of you. It is an outsider who wants to hurt you. It is not to be trusted. Continue reading Demons and Mis-Learnings (Article)
My mother was a warrior of the light. A demon slayer, and a protector of the truth. She fought demons, and falsities wherever she could find them. She stood up to blasphemy, profanity, and all shapes and forms of immorality; every chance she had. I say every chance she had, by which I mean every single time she encountered the slightest trace, or signs of … Continue reading My Mother the Warrior of Light (Short Story)