In His Name, For U Pain, compounded by “without” and its futile remedy, is an eternal wound. A relentless bleeding of sorrow with no escape but helplessness. In the midst of this heartache, the assault of anthropomorphic creatures—wolves, jackals, and hyenas—appearing familiar in form but monstrous in nature; all striking from behind with cowardice—only deepens the decay. A pit of endless sighs that never ceases, consuming everything. A deep sting of betrayal, bombarded by deceit, falsehood, dishonour, selfishness, savagery, and …

In His Name, For U We, without you, go on as if we are living, but in reality, our bodies lack a true soul. Our silence is a gut-wrenching cry, one that the heavens themselves can barely withstand, let alone the deaf and mute beings with two ears who surround us. Constantly, we find ourselves fleeing, separated from each other, and utterly blind. We took up the pen with blood as ink, and we willingly embraced pain. Our gaze is …

In His Name, For U    Even if we set aside the traditions of lineage and kinship, here and now, an insatiable thirst prevails—an unrelenting desire for a brotherhood that is neither born of a shared mother nor bound by any known father.    In this paradoxical state, where fraternity is unrelated and yet all are connected, they remain strangers to one another. It is a nauseating, clinging lust for a union that mirrors their own flawed existence: a son …

In His Name, For U What they call “human” here and now has neither the essence of connection nor the mark of civilisation. Rather, it is a semblance of human—of the mammalian kind, with ten fingers, walking upright on two legs, possessing an advanced brain once rooted in speech and bound by thought. Now, these dwellers of the present speak only in sound—and no more. Their lungs expel breath under pressure, sometimes producing noise, though not always from the larynx. …

In His Name, For U Setting aside the tight confines of arrival, having traversed the edge of destruction and reached for the blade of the sun to conceal our scorched voices, here we stand—alone with the countless withouts that defy enumeration. Imagine a world devoid of “without”: without indifference, without injustice, without dishonour, without ignorance, without inequity, without cruelty, without suffering, without despair, without poverty, without betrayal, without oppression, without insecurity, without hatred, without grief, without fear, without envy, without …

In His Name, for you.   Amid the searing heat of meaning, not a full gaze, but a fleeting glance of your wonder graces the scorched souls in the city of the forsaken exiles. The reflection of the sun, now a shade over estrangement, and we, the shadows beneath it. We are the wanderers, having moved beyond life.   The chosen ones, in an instant, lean upon the ranks of the departed, leaving us in awe. No! Merely observing is …

In His name, for U: To grieve for grief is to bind fire to fire; profound in proclaiming the mourning of your absence. “Depression” is the “illness of the century” and our affliction. Cleansing the symptom has become a habit in our existence; doctors, psychotherapists, physicians, and all healers are working on removing the disease. There’s no need to eliminate the outcome if they understand, or perhaps know, the cause. The search for the cause of the pain of your …

In His Name, for you Passing through the grief-death of these painful, non-existent days without counting them; “we” in this sense is a mockery and enslaved by time. In the no-man’s-land of human-appearing animals, there is respite and incurable “pain.” A void-laden gaze of non-existence towards existence. Our existence is from your being, and so is our grief. “Habit” is our companion, and sighs its confidant. The command is yours, and the desire, His. We, of this time, however, are …

In His Name, for You The world’s face has been darkened by a non-existence that even the blind acknowledge as blindness. Their acknowledgment, however, is coupled with a painful confession, and combined with their inherent audacity, results in a group of celluloid-environmentalists—who neither understand the environment nor the concept of life. Their suffering in a world devoid of fundamental concepts is reduced to a fraction of a millimeter in front of their noses, with their depth of perception being only …