White-board Some1

786,

Fooling around on a white-board :)

Possible cause no.1 for Some1's disappearance

786,

Skies

786,

So return [your] vision [to the sky]; do you see any breaks?

Then return [your] vision twice again. [Your] vision will return to you humbled while it is fatigued.

                    The Sovereignty

67:4-5

Somewhere in between

786,

I've disappeared for a while. Hopefully, it won't happen a lot, God willing.
I was at the beach a few days ago, woke up at 3 am and went to shoot the stars.
Couldn't help but photograph the sea as well.
There's something about landscapes. So still so calm.
People are constantly moving and yet, everything around us enjoys that serenity that we humans seldom find.
Strange.

A little bit of Shakespeare...

786,

from Hamlet Act 2 scene 2, as it appears in the 1623 First Folio. In modern form:

Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love.

Simply beautiful...

Imam al-Ghazali's last poem

786,

Imam Ghazali woke up one early morning and as usual offered his prayers and then enquired what day it was, his younger brother, Ahmad Ghazali replied,"Monday." He asked him to bring his white shroud, kissed it, stretched himself full length and saying "Lord, I obey willingly," breathed his last. And underneath his head rest they found the following verses; composed by him, probably, during the night.

"Say to my friends, when they look upon me, dead
        Weeping for me and mourning me in sorrow
        Do not believe that this corpse you see is myself
        In the name of God, I tell you, it is not I,
        I am a spirit, and this is naught but flesh
        It was my abode and my garment for a time.
        I am a treasure, by a talisman kept hid,
        Fashioned of dust, which served me as a shrine,
        I am a pearl, which has left it's shell deserted,
        I am a bird, and this body was my cage
        Whence I have now floron forth and it is left as a token
        Praise to God, who hath now set me free
        And prepared for me my place in the highest of the heaven,
        Until today I was dead, though alive in your midst.
        Now I live in truth, with the grave - clothes discarded.
        Today I hold converse with the saints above,
        With no veil between, I see God face to face.
        I look upon "Loh-i-Mahfuz" and there in I read
        Whatever was and is and all that is to be.
        Let my house fall in ruins, lay my cage in the ground,
        Cast away the talisman, it is a token, no more
        Lay aside my cloak, it was but my outer garment.
        Place them all in the grave, let them be forgotten,
        I have passed on my way and you are left behind
        Your place of abode was no deweling place for me.
        Think not that death is death, nay, it is life,
        A life that surpasses all we could dream of here,
        While in this world, here we are granted sleep,
        Death is but sleep, sleep that shall be prolonged
        Be not frightened when death draweth night,
        It is but the departure for this blessed home
        Think of the mercy and love of your Lord,
        Give thanks for His Grace and come without fear.
        What I am now, even so shall you be
        For I know that you are even as I am
        The souls of all men come forth from God
        The bodies of all are compounded alike
        Good and evil, alike it was ours
        I give you now a message of good cheer
        May God's peace and joy for evermore be yours."

Drawings published in Zine Arcade #4!

786,

A few months ago, I got in touch with a fanzine artist by the name of Andrew Owen Johnston from the UK. He was gathering some drawings for his next zine issue. I was a day late, hoping that he would consider taking some of my work. Luckily, he told me to send him some stuff and voila!
He wrote:

Wow! Thanks so much for sending your images. I really love them!

I especially like the observational sketches you do - they look so free and relaxed whilst containing just enough detail. I was also really impressed by your Guernica Remix.

I will make sure to find some room in the publication for your work and once it's all put together and been printed, I'll post you a copy.

Can't wait for it, God willing. In the meantime here's a sneak peek at it from Andrew's website:
http://www.zinearcade.com/zinearcade4.html

Image from Andrew's upcoming online sketchbook