“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
Sitti Rahma, my mother My mother was born in Malita, Davao del Sur in 1918 to Sheikh Ismail Yahya, a Mranao Arab and Bai Rosa, a Buayanen / Maguindanaon princess and coconut plantation heiress. And as my mother used to say, she was “born with a silver spoon in her mouth.” By the age of… Continue reading Hadja Sitti Rahma Yahya Abbas
Postprandial Musings, 2.0 