Hulat (A Translation)

At the height of my depressive episode in July, I found myself alone in a resort trying to figure out the unexplained emotions that encumbered me. I sought solace yet the world seemed to deprive me of it. The sound of the waves nor the coolness of the pool could not satiate that anger and… Continue reading Hulat (A Translation)

Iambic Attack

Lately, I almost succumbed to the thought that half of my life has been taken away from me. You know, acquiescing this responsibility as a teacher, editor, etc., made me realize that subjecting the self to stress can be a “useful” weapon in dealing with life. I’m always impelled to work than to sit in… Continue reading Iambic Attack