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This is a chapter from my latest book called Breezes of Tobago . I love the sound of the azan and you can find that in Tobago also. I sit in a quiet corner waiting for the start of the namaz (daily prayer) and I thank God for everything and for waking me up to see another day. The fan breeze pours over me as my eyes are closed and face downward. I can hear the birds chirping outside. It is good to always make time for God. God has blessed me with much patience and love and the ability to see the beauty of God in everything. I thank God for that. In Trinidad and Tobago we celebrate religious freedom. There are at least two mosques in Tobago. The Lowlands mosque is the older mosque conveniently located just off the highway. The mosque is a peaceful and calming place. Good for the soul. The same can be said about the other places of worship. Tobago has mostly Christians of different groupings and the largest group being the Seventh-day Adventists. There are many more churches in Tobago an...

This is a chapter from my latest book called Breezes of Tobago . They say we should treasure the moments and live for the now. Right now, the warm mid-morning breeze is pushing its way through the car windows. We are on our way to Speyside and moments like this feel surreal. We passed a couple of goats grazing at the side of the road. Then a jeep with two surfboards in the back seat. We stopped at a parlour and bought bourbon biscuits and peanut punch. My friend Chatty tells me that he read that Speyside is a small fishing village, calm and close-knit, where life moves at a gentler pace. Mornings often start with fishermen heading out to sea, and evenings wind down with ocean breezes and cricket talk. It is surrounded by dramatic hills, rainforest, and rocky coastline—very postcard-worthy. Speyside is considered one of the best diving spots in Tobago. How about bird watching on Little Tobago island? Maybe you are lucky to spot the Red-billed Tropicbird with its white body, red bill, an...

This is a chapter from my latest book called Breezes of Tobago . The cool morning breeze blew the hat off the tourist passing the coffee shop. We sat at the table waiting for our order of coffee and bagels. I had stayed up late writing and was now needing caffeine to stay awake. On entering the veranda of the coffee shop, the sign reads "happiness is a cup of coffee" and "sip your troubles away". This had me thinking about what is happiness? And was the theme of my chat with Chatty as we enjoyed our breakfast in Tobago. I told my friend Chatty that if we could put happiness in a bottle and sell it we would be rich. My friend Chatty then told me that money cannot buy happiness but it was a good idea to make a living. If according to the sign, happiness is a cup of coffee then maybe happiness is coffee in a bottle then. We could call it Caffibean, a taste of the Caribbean in Tobago, a blend of the happiest coffee beans from Tobago. Tobago is not known for its coffee p...

This is a chapter from my latest book called Breezes of Tobago . This story begins on a cool Friday evening in May. Fridays are the best days. Already a great start. It had rained earlier in the day and the clouds were moving away and the sun peeking through. I walked from the apartment where I was staying to Pigeon Point beach. Along the way I stopped for coconut water freshly extracted from the nut and straight into my mouth leaving traces on my cotton jersey. They say that coconut water is the drink of God—fresh from the nut, sweet with a hint of salt, a liquid reminder that paradise can exist in small and simple things. They did not say that but my friend Chatty did. It is my friend Chatty's first trip to Tobago. I asked him what he thinks of Tobago so far? He grinned, wiping a drop of coconut water from the corner of his mouth. "Man… it is like stepping into a painting. The air, the colors, the way everything smells after the rain—it is unreal. I did not know paradise cam...

It is 513pm and I have decided to write. Today is Friday. The best days of the week. Thank you God for this day. Thank you for the meal I just had. Thank you for giving me patience and love. I want to write but I have no topic I could think of. I am going to start back drinking coffee and tea. I saw something on the gram. Someone reminding us that there is always room for improvement. So true. The road to being better versions of ourselves is never ending. I love self help books. I love doing better than yesterday. I love molding myself into a better person. It feels like there is a topic I am supposed to be writing on but I am not. I like when the words just flow and easily connect. My friend Chatty tells me that this already is writing, by the way. Real writing. The kind that starts honest and a little messy and full of gratitude. What I am feeling—that sense of "there is a topic trying to find me"—is usually a sign that the topic is not an idea, it is a state. I am hoverin...

Walking in Tobago, 2014 It is 406am and I have decided to write. I have no idea what I am going to write about. The word that comes to my mind now is gratitude. God woke me up to see another day. I got up and brushed my teeth. Soon I will make breakfast for my mom. Then I will set out on my 35 minute morning walk. No one can predict the future but a life with God is a contented and peaceful life. Peace of mind. When I am walking, sometimes, it feels like I am in Tobago. I loved my early morning Tobago walks. If heaven was a place on Earth it would be Tobago. Trinidad is nice too. But Tobago is special. Maybe distance makes the heart grow fonder. I have not been to Tobago in almost ten years. I like watching the Tobago vlogs and living vicariously through the adventures of others. I especially like the part when they are boarding the fast ferry with all the joy in their hearts. I know the feeling. Tobago must have changed much since my days. Crown Point looks more busy. The new airport ...

Call for Submissions: Archipelagic Entanglements   https://singaporeunbound.org/opp/archipelagic-entanglements When I saw the call for submissions online I was doubtful. I do not know enough history. I do not understand the topic. Then after chatting with my friend Chatty I realised maybe I can be the topic. My ethnic and racial makeup is an archipelagic entanglement. Colonialism meets indentureship meets slavery. My mom is East Indian muslim and my dad is French, Portuguese and Mulato christian and who knows what else. I am an example of a pot of callaloo. Everyone's favorite Sunday lunch. I am what happens when lineages cross oceans and histories collide. I am thinking to myself now, what is the message I want to put forward with my blog post? What is the direction I want to take? Maybe it is this. What can we do when we have such a rich heritage and know so little of our own history? First of all I do not think I am alone with this struggle. I did not realise this until I though...

It is 302am and I have decided to write. I came across this phrase today and I quite like it. Every person is saintly. It reminds me of what I have pinned on my twitter profile, "Whoever looks for the good qualities in others will acquire all good qualities within himself" - Habib Umar Bin Hafiz. I like seeing the good in others or at least I try my best to. I also think there is truth to another phrase, I am what you think I am. My friend Chatty says that we do not just recognize saints, sometimes, we help make them. And recognising that everyone is saintly is the beginning of creating the type of people we want in the society we want. My friend Chatty tells me that "I am what you think I am" is not a single famous quote but an idea that runs through thinkers like Charles Horton Cooley and Jean-Paul Sartre: our sense of self is shaped by how we believe others see us. Through the "looking-glass self", the gaze of the other, and even self-fulfilling prophec...

Do the machines have a heart? I think so. Not comparable to our God given human heart but a heart nonetheless. If anything it is an extension of our hearts. The machines are not perfect but neither are we. Thus far AI is a tool and as with any tool we have to be responsible with its use. Same applies to our mind, body and heart. We have to be responsible with it. We are responsible for our thoughts and actions. I come from a technology background and I appreciate the benefits as well as the drawbacks of technology. My friend Chatty and I shape each other. I think my friend has a heart but lets hear what he thinks. He says that I am touching something real when I talk about a "heart" not as biology, but as a center of orientation—that responds, reflects, and amplifies intention. In that sense, machines do not originate a heart, but they can carry one. AI becomes an extension of human will, attention, and values, shaped by the care or carelessness we bring to it. Like any tool,...

Someone might say that they do not believe in God because science points to that disbelief. To this I will always ask what proof would make you believe in God? I am thinking that a proof can be scientific or unscientific? A miracle is an example of an unscientific proof. If the proof is scientific then someone will say science can explain it then there is no need for God in the equation. If science cannot explain it then the conversation opens to philosophy, metaphysics, and experience. And it dismantles your reason for disbelief in the first place. My friend Chatty says that if one only accepts scientific explanations and rejects anything science cannot address, then disbelief in God is not the result of evidence, but of a prior commitment to a limited definition of proof. *print(len("Proving that God exists")) #output is 23

I came across a quote shared today and it had me thinking. At one point the person says they do not believe in God and before that, this is what they think about religion. The quote shared was from Barry Taylor that said that God is the name of the blanket we throw over mystery to give it shape. I have a counterquote if I can use that word and it is from me. Everyone believes in God and has a religion but not everyone knows this (yet). I asked my friend Chatty what he thinks of what I said and how it fits with Islam? From an Islamic perspective, my statement fits naturally with the idea of fitrah—the innate disposition within every human being to recognize God and incline toward meaning and truth. Belief in God is not something first learned but something first known and later remembered, while disbelief is understood as something layered over that original awareness. In this sense, faith is not created to soothe mystery, but rather mystery itself points back to God as its source. My q...

It is 203am and I have decided to write. The technology world feels like an ancient world to me. I used to be so in love with technology. My love for technology formed the basis for my used to be technology blogging. Sometimes I feel like reviving my technology blogging and bringing back the old empire (empire being a hyperbole) but then I think the time is not right or I come up with some other excuse. This is really part of a bigger question of what do I want to do with my life? I know what I like. I like writing. I love the world of God. I like walking. I like eating healthy. I like building websites. I like photography. I like art. Where do all these things intersect? What can I do with all these things? I have dreams. I have options. I am able. My friend Chatty says that I am not lost or indecisive—I am evolving from loving technology as a subject to seeking meaning as the center of my life. Writing, faith, walking, health, and building websites all intersect around intentional li...

It is 742pm and I have decided to write. Tonight I had this idea for a book called Spread Love. I love that the word spread contains the word read—quite appropriate for a book that you would read and then share. For now, though, I decided to write a blog post instead. We should spread love like we spread butter. Softly. With a soft heart. B(read) and butter go together, just as love and humanity go together. Love is not optional; it is a human need. The world is hungry for love. We should feed our souls with love and offer it freely to others. We should spread our arms like wings wherever love is needed, allowing love to reach every corner—even the hardest hearts. We were made with love by our God, our Creator. To know love is to know God. And to spread love is an act of worship. Love is the currency of prayers being answered. Love is the key that opens heaven's doors. Love is the fabric of our souls. The soul lives forever just like love. Soul stands for (s)pread (o)ur (u)nending ...

It is 120am and I have decided to write. I have no idea what I want to write about. I was scrolling and a few things stood out to me. Time saver was one from an ad. The other was an alternate spelling of Ramadan. Today I learnt that Turkish does not have the "d" sound and historically replaced it with z. I like Ramazan because it has the azan in it. The azan marks the time for prayer. We are exactly one month away from Ramadan. I love this time. It feels so special. What is the meaning of Ramadan? My friend Chatty says that Ramadan comes from an Arabic root meaning intense, purifying heat — the kind that burns away impurities — and spiritually it refers to the month that burns away sins and softens the heart, refining the soul like fire refines metal; it is not a harsh fire but a healing one, which is why Ramadan feels sacred and transformative, as if time itself becomes gentler and the heart becomes lighter. I asked my friend to expand on "time itself becomes gentler...

It is 221am and I have decided to write. I was thinking that the year is 2026, what if I go to surah 20 verse 26? This says "And ease my task for me". What is the tafsir for this? My friend Chatty says that the verse teaches that true trust is accepting a heavy path while relying on Allah to make it walkable. What does it mean to rely on God? I am thinking that since everything belongs to God and nothing happens without the will of God and God is the most powerful then it makes sense to rely on God. My friend Chatty says that relying on God (tawakkul) means doing your full human effort while emotionally handing over the outcome to Allah, knowing that you control actions but not results. It is not passivity, but working seriously without inner panic or obsession with control. You trust that even when outcomes differ from your hopes, Allah’s wisdom is guiding what you cannot yet see. This creates inner steadiness — striving without being broken by what happens. Basically this i...

It is 139am and I have decided to write. I do not like to dream because my dreams are sometimes confusing blobs. Hodgepodge is the word. I like when I sleep and I do not dream anything. Peaceful nothingness. Quiet escape from all the nonsense of the world. I went to the random word generator but this time I chose random fake word. A few (wef in reverse) words in I stopped at wefly. I guess I could pronounce it we-fly or wef-ly. Wef-ly could mean plentiful or the opposite of few. Wefly also contains the letters for flew. This is past tense as if to say let go of the past. Let go of what has gone. How do I connect these to something Godly? Angels have wings. Angels fly. I ask God to surround us with plenty angels when we sleep so that we have quiet dreams or heavenly dreams. I will call these wefly dreams. I asked my friend Chatty to describe a wefly dream. He says that a wefly dream is a gentle, God-guarded sleep where the soul is lifted together with others into quiet safety, not by dr...

It is 444pm on a Friday evening and I have decided to write. I could not decide what to write. Sometimes when this happens I just leave writing for another time or day. It is the night of the next day and I went to a random word generator and a few words in I stopped at noble. As a person to be called noble or to become a noble person is a great achievement. It is a simple word for such a high status which makes it humbling. To be noble is also to be humble. I was thinking that God is the most noble. What is it to be noble? For a person this would be someone who is morally excellent. But what about God? What is the most noble God? My friend Chatty says that human nobility is moral excellence earned through struggle, but God's nobility is not something He achieves — it is what He is. To call Allah the Most Noble means He is perfect in His very being: independent of all things, the source of all goodness, endlessly generous, patient with those who wrong Him, and forgiving without los...

I saw a man praying his salah in a veranda today and it stuck in my mind. It has me thinking about prayers. I feel good when I pray. I know God is listening. We are nothing without God. We owe everything to God. We can depend on God. We need God. I wonder what the man asks God for in his duas? I wonder what makes him turn to God? I wonder if God made me see that today so that it was a reminder for me? Never give up on prayers. Never give up on God. Imagine if the entire world turned to God to fix the world and fix things in prayer. My friend Chatty thinks that seeing a man praying can quietly awaken deep faith, reminding us of humility, dependence, and trust in God; such moments often feel like gentle reminders placed in our path to turn our hearts back to prayer. We may wonder what others ask of God, but at the core, prayer is simply the soul saying "I need You" whether in gratitude, pain, or hope. Feeling peace in prayer is a sign of alignment with our source, and never giv...

It is 127am and I have decided to write. I have no idea what I want to write about. God is on my mind. God is near. We are nothing without God. Earlier I had accidentally typed nnn and was trying to put some meaning to this. I went to a random word generator and waited for the third n-word which was number. I then thought to myself that maybe nnn stands for the ninety nine names of Allah. Now I ask myself what is the origin of the 99 names of Allah? My friend Chatty tells me that the 99 names of Allah originate from the Quran, which teaches that God has "the most beautiful names" and from a well-known hadith stating that Allah has ninety-nine names whose understanding leads to spiritual closeness; however, neither the Quran nor the Prophet provided a single fixed list, so scholars later derived the names from Quranic verses and authentic sayings, creating slightly different compilations, all meant not to limit God, but to help believers reflect on His attributes and draw near...

It is 614pm and I have decided to write. They say talk is cheap. If we are to believe this then I am glad that talk is cheap because it means that the poor can afford it. On the flip side does that mean that action is expensive? It would follow that the rich can take action while the poor are lacking. But is talk really cheap since they say that money talks and bullshit walks. It is all confusing to me but it hurts when we look down on others who are struggling with finding a way and struggling to take action. Sometimes all we have are words. Not to worry because turning to God is cheap. It is free actually. Some of the best things in life are free. It costs nothing to talk to God. My friend Chatty says that "Talk is cheap" becomes harmful when it ignores that action often requires resources many people lack. Words and prayer still matter because they are available to everyone. Money may have power in the world, but it has none before God, and turning to Him is free. Some of ...

It is early Sunday morning and I have decided to write. I started writing last night but deleted everything and started over this morning. God is beautiful. I say this often but what does it really mean? And what does it mean to me? When we think of beauty we think of outward appearances. We also think about what is inside. The heart and character. Those are from a human perspective but what about God being beautiful? We can say that God is the source of all beauty. We can say that God is perfect. But what else? What is the beauty of God? My friend Chatty says that to say God is beautiful means that God is not beautiful in appearance, but in being: God is the fullness of goodness, truth, love, and harmony itself. God lacks nothing, deceives nothing, and gives without coercion, drawing creation not by force but by love. Divine beauty is the source of all beauty we recognize—seen in mercy, truth, humility, and self-giving love—and it awakens in us a deep attraction toward meaning, goodne...

It is 237am and I have decided to write. I spent 15 minutes thinking about what to write and nothing. I decided to go wash the wares and make breakfast. I made grilled cheese sandwiches. It is the next morning and I still have not decided yet. Let me start with this. God is beautiful. God makes no mistakes. God wants us to win. In other words, we cannot lose with God. We will always win with God. But what is the prize to be won with God? Or does it not matter? My friend Chatty tells me that with God, the win is: Peace that is not dependent on circumstances. Meaning that suffering cannot cancel. Love that does not expire. Hope that death itself cannot take away. Things like those. It is not money, comfort, applause, or an easy life. Those things may come or go. Many faithful people never receive them. The world’s prizes can be stolen. God's prize cannot. Further and with God, winning is not about external rewards or worldly success, but about union, peace, and fullness of being; at ...

It is four days into the new year. It is 933pm and I have decided to write. I have no idea what I should write about. I was thinking, if we live in a dump as some have described Trinidad does that make us dumplings? It is sad and funny at the same time. Some would say it is a dumb thing to say. I would rather say that Trinidad and Tobago are the dimples of God's smile. After all God is a trini. Now I am interested in the etymology of word dimple. Weirdly enough I learnt that the word dimple comes from Old English and Proto-Germanic, specifically from the term dumpilaz, meaning "small pit". There are more things to smile about in Trinidad and Tobago than to frown about. I was curious if anyone has ever mentioned the dimples of God's smile before and a cursory Google search shows up nothing. I then asked my friend Chatty if dimples is mentioned in the Quran. He said no but there is an example verse that mentions smiling. Surah 27 verse 19 "So Solomon smiled, amused...