Browsing: Perspective

I’ve stretched my four-walled canvas out to infinity with memories and feelings — it’s become a museum of my life. When I inevitably have to peel the blu-tack off, I hope I can give all my trinkets —and by extension, myself— new meaning.

Thus, I was ten and emancipating myself from God, deciding that if my ‘test’ for this duniya was to love a man who did not deserve it, to show him mercy and forgiveness, then I would simply not sit the test. It was shortly after that I decided that I no longer loved my father.

So, to answer my own question of why I’m not a man yet here is what I’ve come to. I will never be a man if I continue to label myself as a work in progress person. If I continue at this rate two, then five, then fifteen years on T will begin to feel like a fruitless quest of self fulfilment. And it’s just not.