“The words are not good for the secret meaning, everything always becomes a bit different, as soon as it is put into words, gets distorted a bit, a bit silly—yes, and this is also very good, and I like it a lot, I also very much agree with this, that this what is one man’s treasure and wisdom always sounds like foolishness to another person.” ― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
It's the birth anniversary of my eldest brother Macapanton Rashid Yahya Abbas, Jnr. In our family, he was also called Limahong because of his Chinese features. We younger siblings would not dare call him such, except when he was not around. Our parents loved giving their children nicknames, mostly silly ones. When I was in… Continue reading Remembering Big Brother Jun Abbas
Remember, rememberRamadhan 14382017 May to NovemberSuch Islamophobic hatewith False Flag Terrorof Treachery and PlotWe know of no reason forMarawi's rape to ever be forgot! Because of the Gaza Genocide, most of the world now understand what Islamophobia means, if they still haven't understood it despite decades of the West's "War on Terror" (read War on… Continue reading Islamophobia, Marawi and the Bangsa Moro
What happened on Sept 21, 1972? Nothing of much importance. Just like any other day in the Philippines. I was in high school then. On that day, I went to school, as usual. What happened on Sept 22, 1972? Nothing of much importance. Just like any other day in the Philippines. I went… Continue reading Sept 23, 1972: Martial Law, my brother and Me
Postprandial Musings, 2.0 