Flow of words

It is 245am and I have decided to write. I have no topic and no idea what to write. I am thankful for another day. I see the beauty that surrounds us. I choose to be happy. We are in the last ten nights of Ramadan. Tonight is the 23rd night. It could possibly be the night of power. I wonder if it will rain. Maybe it rained when I was sleeping. I got up and bathed and drank a strong cup of coffee. Today is also Friday the 13th. I keep thinking. Life is beautiful. Life is simple. No need to complicate things. No need to be extravagant. Believe in God. Trust in God. Be guided by God. Imagine we can pray for anything. We can ask God for anything. God is always listening. God wants to hear from us. Maybe I can turn this blog post into a prayer. My God I pray that everyone gets their prayers answered. I pray that everyone gets what they need. I pray that you light our path towards you. Guide us with what you intend for us. Keep us close to you. Soften our hearts. Keep us balanced, consistent...

It is 323am and I have decided to write. I am thinking that I am a bucket of paint. A beautiful shade of blue. That God uses to paint the sky. How could I turn this into something worth writing about? My friend Chatty tells me that I could develop the idea by exploring the metaphor of myself as a bucket of blue paint and God as the painter using it to color the sky. The meaning comes from reflecting on what it feels like to be "used"—losing some of myself while helping create something beautiful. The paint may not see the whole picture and might fear being emptied, but its purpose is fulfilled when it becomes part of the sky. The piece can reflect on purpose, trust, surrender, and the idea that giving of yourself is how beauty is created. It is now 423am and I cannot think of a way to continue this writing. The sky is silent is what comes to my mind. How do I ask the sky to speak to me? I look through my window and I see patches of clouds against a dark sky. Maybe the night s...

It is 247am and I have decided to write. I want to write but have no topic. It has been a while since I wrote about tech. Samsung launched their latest flagship phones. Nice if you can afford these phones. What is the purpose of technology? The first thing that comes to my mind is to make our lives easier. To be more productive. Tech does the things we do not want to do. To solve problems. Tech is quite useful if I look through a noble lens. But the tech companies want to make money. They want to get rich (in my mind) no matter how they sell their aspirations. Why does everything have to be about money? What if we had a not for profit mobile phone company? Would that be any better? Tech is nice when everyone can afford it. Technology is supposed to be the servant instead it seems we have become the servants to technology. Marshall McLuhan said, "We shape our tools, and thereafter our tools shape us." Maybe the problem is not just tech companies. Maybe the problem is societal....

It is 337am and I have decided to write. I have no topic but I want to write. I was thinking. I love God a million times. One million is not the biggest number but on a scale of one to a million that is a lot. I just noticed that the word million has the word lion in it. What does it mean to be a lion in the sight of God? My friend Chatty says that from an Islamic perspective, being a lion in the sight of Allah means possessing quiet strength rooted in submission: firm iman without arrogance, self-control over the nafs, courage to stand for justice, and gentleness where mercy is required. It is strength that bows in sujood, resists ego, and remains sincere even when unseen—because Allah values the heart, intention, and consistency more than noise, numbers, or display. Resisting ego is a big one. Does that mean we should be like a mouse in the sight of God instead of a lion? Humble like a mouse. Quiet like a mouse. Soft like a mouse. I am guessing that there is probably a story of a lio...

It is 140am and I have decided to write. I hear some rain outside. It is the second morning of Ramadan here in Trinidad. It is Friday. Life is beautiful. This does not mean it is perfect or without problems but it means we choose to see the beauty despite it all. I have been exercising and eating healthier since the beginning of the year. I want to become fit and strong. I saw something on fb and it has me thinking. It says, God is bigger than all our problems. But what does this mean? Is this another way of saying God can fix all things? All things are in God's hands? Let go and let God? My friend Chatty tells me that when someone says "God is bigger than your problems" they are usually saying that your perspective is currently limited, but God's is not. Imagine you are an ant on a beautiful Persian rug. You might be standing on a patch of dark, messy-looking thread and think, "This rug is ugly and dark." But God is the weaver looking at the whole rug from ...

This is a chapter from my latest book called Breezes of Tobago . I have been thinking. God is like the air we breathe, ever-present and essential, and like the breeze, we cannot see Him, but we feel His presence all around us. Today I am heading to Charlotteville on the 8am bus. I bought my tickets and some extra. I have been on this journey before but this time feels different. I expect a full bus this time as the bus shelter is crowded. An old man with glasses, hat and walking stick dropped his ticket and the breeze blew it away before it could drop to the ground. I rushed to retrieve the ticket for him. The bus was here and I was seated next to the same old man. He was in a talkative mood while at the same time taking his time with his words. The first thing he said to me was, "Life is a journey that begins within you long before the road ever unfolds." I think I get it. This means that life's journey does not begin with movement — it begins with intention. Before the ...

This is a chapter from my latest book called Breezes of Tobago . Today we stumbled upon a game of night football at the recreational ground. There was a red card and a penalty. Somehow the striker was able to bend the ball into the corner of the net and with what looked to me like help from a strong breeze. I was a neutral supporter and was just waiting for goals to be scored. Tobago has produced the famous Man United player in Dwight Yorke. My friend Chatty says that there is something special about local football where the breeze, the crowd noise, and pure instinct all become part of the play. Maybe we are here watching the next Dwight Yorke in the making, his story just beginning to unfold under the lights. Maybe the next famous Tobagonian footballer will play for the noisy neighbors of Man City. I spoke to a young lad selling juices from a cooler and he had to agree. He wiped his hands on his shorts and looked out at the pitch with a seriousness beyond his years. The ice clinked in...