Musings of a Beggar

Musings of a Beggar

I, by virtue of my street credentials, have come to learn that the lower you are seated, the hotter it becomes. I don’t know, maybe it’s because you are closer to hell than heaven, or perhaps because everyone seems to be breathing down their regrets and diabetes and nostalgia on you. Continue reading

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Muslims and Fear!

Muslims and Fear!

Imagine this. You are walking in a dark alley which you use every other day/night and pretty sure that in spite of the dark it’s quite safe. But maybe, just maybe today you are wrong. You feel your hairs rise, your gut tells you something is amiss. You keep looking back half sure you will see someone, something that means you harm. Continue reading