My name is not Reema, and my last name is nothing Alfabeta.
I am not a guy, and I don't have a Masters degree in Arts nor a Ph.D. in psychology.
I don't like bothering people with blabber they would barely comprehend and usually hate, which is not the reason I started this blog. It did help me arrange the ideas right though.
I do believe that what goes around comes right back at you, which can be the reason I am trying to populate the ideas I find too precious to let go in the digital wilderness.
I don't believe in profiling. It's humanely demeaning. I try to present that in my blog, using my not-very-authentic identity and detaching from the support of those I know will support me because of their biases.
And because it is ethically, scientifically and spiritually discouraged, I refrain from lengthy arguments, unless it would lead somewhere enlightening, calmly. Without ego fights.
I am truly willing to go on with this blog until all I have realized is out in the wild and ready for someone better to realize.
Whatever you read here, it is not final.
What I am writing is an ongoing process of learning, I don't claim that its entirely true, but at the time it was written, it was how I honestly and objectively saw it. I tried to record the feeling, the thought from my simple mind to a string of words that are not of my mother tongue.
In case you were wondering, Idraque (pronounced: idraak) is the Arabic word for realization. It comes from the root daraka meaning: steps, reaching down, or catching-up.
The blog's background profile picture was taken in a beach not in Abu Dhabi nor in Dubai. The foreground is not for killing innocent fish but for a game I hardly enjoy. It was taken in the morning, I love mornings but who sleeps on time?
Tell me, if you have anything on your mind, I enjoy a good read.
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