On a more serious note, that is the question isn’t it: to blog or not to blog? I have to admit handling a Shakespearean construction of a simple query like this is a little nerving wracking for me since words of Shakespeare can sometimes be daunting and difficult to grasp, even for native English speakers like myself. Perhaps if I rephrase the question, the issue will be more approachable. I should ask then, well, why blog? Or even still: why not blog? I think this is a good starting point. A question is, in most cases, the best of starting points.
Since my adolescent years, I’ve had aspirations of being of writer. I’ve always wanted to keep a journal to catalog my inner most thoughts and reflections. I made several attempts at the effort, but given that I’m somewhat of a perfectionist when it comes to writing, they all ended in miserable failure. My journals either became filled with holes like Swiss cheese due to excessive erasing of graphite or they became mere cardboard flaps due to excessive ripping of pages. In addition, like most adolescents, I had confidence and self-esteem issues: I didn’t feel adequate enough even to express my own thoughts with clarity, effectiveness and eloquence. Couple the lack of self-confidence with ardent, adolescent perfectionism and you get a complete disaster. So I gave up and decided to focus my energies elsewhere until such a time came where I would be intelligent enough and wise enough to generate thoughts of at least modest intellectual caliber and where I could be confident enough to express those thoughts with clarity and eloquence.
Al-hamdu’ilah (“Thanks and praise be to God”) that time is now, Allahu’Alim (“God is Knowledgeable,” implying that we, in our limited capacities, are not).
The advent of internet blogging has made it much easier for editing and rewriting, and as such, I’m free to be as meticulous as I want! No more ugly erasure marks and ripped pages! And now that I’m older, now that I have more experience under my belt, and now that I have more profound thoughts percolating in my head (thanks to my conversion to Islam), I figured, “Hey! Why the Hell not?” Or should I say, “Why the Jahannam not?” It could be chance to realize a teenage dream. If anything else, “it could be a source of wisdom itself, as wisdom is the product of knowledge; and knowledge, unfortunately, is generally the product of foolish doings. It could be a source of great poetry.”*
I don’t have a specific range of topics for this blog. I intend to write whatever comes to mind, the plan of having no plan so to speak. There are certain topics which appeal to me. They include Islam, philosophy, theology, sociology, spirituality, poetry, maybe even some politicking and current events here and there. I suspect that most of what I will write will fall under at least one of these categories, but I won’t say anything definitive. I may even post a short story or two, just for kicks. Hell, I may even post some autobiographical stuff. I have learned to take things as they come, to cross bridges only when you come upon them (if it can be helped), to be fluid like water.
Last thing. I’ve chosen to call my blog Perennial Reflection based on the Qur’anic imperative which calls upon humans beings to reflect, to think, and to use their God-giving faculty of reason to asses reality itself. “Verily, in the creation of the heavens and the earth, and in the succession of night and day, there are indeed messages for all who are endowed with insight, (and) who remember God when they stand, and when they sit, and when they lie down to sleep, and (thus) reflect on the creation of the heavens and the earth (saying): “O our Sustainer! Thou hast not created (aught o)f this without meaning and purpose. Limitless art Thou in Thy glory! Keep us safe, then, from suffering through fire [3:190-191]!”
In my humble estimation, if we are to maintain a continuous relationship with God, this reflection upon creation must itself be continuous itself. It must be perennial, which just sounds cooler than “continuous.”
Hence, Perennial Reflection, the medium which will carry my exiguous voice.
Anyway, I hope you’ll enjoy reading my blog as much as I’ll enjoy writing it.
“READ in the name of thy Sustainer, who has created – created man out of a germ-cell! Read – for thy Sustainer is the Most Bountiful One who has taught (man) the use of the pen – taught man what he did not know!” [96:1-5]
Peace Itself and Peace to all.