Autumn Naps.

glasses gang! some other older works i still like <3

watercolor doodle from memory

i was on campus yesterday with my friend. we studied and had existential crisis over our graduation and what the meaning of live is overall. ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა

𝘈𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘚. 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯

April 20, 2023 - Thursday | Ramadan Challenge 🌙 29/30

Today was a day of farewells. Goodbye to the holy month, goodbye to the sheikhs I heard from daily, goodbye to someone I knew of who departed this earth, and some other goodbyes as well. Please take care of yourselves and reach out when you need help or someone to vent to. Always show your love and appreciation to everyone, you never know who needs it- it won’t always be easy, but it will always be worth it. The smallest words can make the biggest difference🌱🌸

Day 29: Ramadan is our honorable yearly guest who is now preparing to leave 💔 What are 3 gifts Ramadan is leaving for you as a parting gift until we meet it again (inshallah) next year.

Subhanallah this year Ramadan went by so fast. My 3 gifts are ease with performing salah, filling extra time with dhikr, daily qur’an recitation 📚✨ I pray I can keep them for the rest of the year too inshAllah, until Ramadan comes by again💞

i really can’t stress enough how much i recommend regularly engaging with older art– movies, books, whatever. like, “Those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat it” and all that, but also, there’s just something really fascinating and kind of beautiful about reading something written by someone who lived so long ago and really connecting with it, recognizing the humanity of people who once seemed like abstract concepts to you

I started reading The Tale of Genji during the pandemic, figuring I might as well improve my mind during lockdown. It’s considered the oldest novel on record, possibly the first one ever written. Early in the book, there’s an incident where the main character has a crush on a girl, so he tries to sneak into her family’s property to get close to her, and along the way he runs into this ancient old grandma who can’t half see and who mistakes him for one of her grandkids. So she’s standing there going on and on about her digestive difficulties and whatever, and he can’t speak up because if she hears his voice she’ll know he’s not who she thinks he is, so he’s just having to stand there and nod and hope she’ll go away soon. And I’m reading all this and thinking that with a couple of adjustments this could be a modern day sitcom, and it made me happy to think that a thousand years ago someone was laughing at the same sort of stuff we laugh at today.

i read dickens’ great expectations in little fifteen minute installments on my breaks at work, sitting there dirty and tired and sweaty in a hot factory, and it made me think about how a hundred and sixty years ago there were probably tired guys in hot factories reading the story the exact same way, bit by bit, at their stupid jobs they couldn’t afford to quit and were damn lucky even to have, and they too were glad to read the next chapter of mr dicken’s latest weird little story about weird little people

in reading War and Peace I’ve discovered that “doing math homework at the dining room table with your angry dad” has been a common terror since the 1800s

i remember reading tom sawyer, specially the part where he gets chastized erroneusly for dropping the sugar and he just spends minutes sitting in silence sulking and fantasizing about how sad everyone would be if he died and reveling in the self pity of how lonely and misunderstood he is and as a teenager who did exactly that with my 14 years of age i was shocked that an adult in the 1800’s had managed to capture that so well

Remember all those memes about “what if we just pretend 2016/2020/etc never happened and never mention it again”? In 2004 BC, a refugee from Ur looked back on the past year and wrote: "May this year not be placed in the reckoning of years! May its number be taken down from its peg in Enlil’s temple, and may its name be unspoken, to far off days, to other days, and to the end of time.“

There’s another heartbreaking one from the same period in which a woman mourning her son’s murder specifically grieves for “my son who will never bring wedding gifts to his father-in-law’s house, my son who will never bounce a child on his knees.”

And some time between 2200 and 1900 BCE, a refugee from the destroyed city of Isin (now in South-Central Iraq) wrote this:

“This is my house, where good food is not eaten (not anymore).
This is my house, where good drink is not drunk (not anymore).
My house, where good seats are not sat in (not anymore)
My house, where good beds are not laid in (not anymore)…
My house, where no happy husband dwells with me,
My house, where no sweet child dwells with me.
My house, through whose doors, I, though jts mistress, never grandly pass-
Never grandly pass, the doors of this house,
In which I dwell no more.
I- let me go into my old house, let me go in,
Let me lie down, let me lie down!
Let me go into my storehouse, oh let me in
Let me lie down, let me lie down there,
I- Let me lie down to sleep in my own house,
It was sweet sleep I had there.
Let me lie down in my house, let me lie down there in my bed,
It was a good bed.
I- Let me sit down on my own chair-
It was a good chair.”

Shoutout to book 10 of the iliad, where Agamemnon and Menelaus discuss waking up the troops to do a little meeting. And before they part ways to wake the others up, they pause and go Hey should we like. Meet back up again wherever or should I just wait for you to find me or?? Just such a fun little detail in an otherwise grandiose story

Or Achilles just swaddling himself in a blanket burrito to sulk. Nice to know blanket burritos span centuries

Honorable mention is all the times Odysseus in the Odyssey looks at the consequences of his and/or other people’s actions and thinks “I want to die”

i wanna start posting my doodles so here :)

ignore my awful handwriting omg

March 30, 2023 - Thursday | Ramadan Challenge 🌙 8/30

Feeling kinda sick today 😔 alhamdulillah tho I was fine enough to teach all my classes which is what matters most, but I had to take a sick day from my internship and sleep. Pics are from yesterday- the first spring flowers have started blooming ✨ so too shall we🤲🏼

Essential suhoor: rice + evaporated milk was my beloved suhoor since I was a kid. Honestly that was part of the magic of Ramadan: putting milk on the stove after taraweeh and going to sleep excited for it to get sweet. That and maybe a banana with it 🥺. Never had the appetite to eat anything else for Suhoor. Only 2 years ago I was able to start eating other things and I was so proud lmao I was like damn I must be an adult now 🥲

March 16, 2023 -  Thursday | 86/89 of Winter

Small joys of life: a friend calling me urgently because she needs help fighting a Genshin boss, having long and engaging discussions thru chat with a friend about silly things, and one of my mom’s friends who made some pit-ha (dessert) and brought it to my mom because my mom once mentioned to her that I really enjoyed them.

Tʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴏғ Pᴇᴛᴇʀ Rᴀʙʙɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs (1992)