Wahid's Words

She was magnificent. Tall, curvy, dark hair but light enough to glimmer in the sun. Expressive with her face. Everything about her was, some might say, perfect. And he felt it too. Watching her from his favorite street side tea vendor, he observed her; the perfect woman, shopping for clothes, without a care in the world - that in her world, she was the definition of an outcast. When did this happen? When did he turn into the kid that was ogling older women, dissecting their every move? He swore this wasn't the way his mother raised him. Ah, there it was. His mother. His sweet, delicate, doting mother who was a formidable woman in her own right. She'd done everything a mother, a wife, a woman in their society, was supposed to do. And she excelled at it all. So what had changed? When had this woman that he'd known all his life turned into a mystery? ~~~~~ He'd just come back from his evening tutoring session for A Level Chemistry, found his parents' door c...

I've been meaning to write for a while but every time I sit down to write one of two things happen; A. it's a political issue I want to comment about (better suited to social media) or B. it's too personal of an account on the inner workings of my 20-year-old-that-thinks-he's-full-of-wisdom mind. Point being, I haven't blogged in a really long time. So I picked a fairly easy topic: politeness. I've learned that the concept of society is a strictly political one. When we learned to build and organize and realized we had too many mouths to feed to just roam around from land to land, we settled down, figured out how to coexist with other humans trying to fend for themselves, and began to mate within, and then finally, outside of our settled communities.  So then, collections of people didn't really interact with other collections of people, until quite recently. This concept of "be kind to your neighbors" is also a fairly new concept (one that,...