Clouded Verses

I started writing this on Tuesday night after a horrendous day at work. My purpose was to try to come to some realization of everything going on, work it out because mentally for the first time in my life something like this was consuming me and clouding my judgment. For some, writing maybe therapeutic, but I've always avoided it in times of rage and overwhelming emotion. I hate writing emotion, I prefer to write thoughts. This time around I thought...hey what do I have to lose. Maybe it will help. It didn't. I didn't finish the piece either and I don't plan on because I don't know where it's going as I don't know where all these trials are leading me....

Alhumdulillah alaa kulli haal. Fa Sabrun Jameel... And Allah (swt) Knows what we do not. After hardship comes ease.

Under the brown withering bridge
Lived a crone with feathers in her head
The tip of each feather bleeding in black
It couldn't be wisdom, lost knowledge perhaps
Her speech non-stop, her actions in clear haste
Jumping, hopping, from place to place
Unable to enjoy goodness in its sweet taste
The village and its youth clearly despised
The woman's bitter tongue and distasteful speech
The children feared the tips of feathers dripping in ink
No child would dare risk a similar fate
In caution, for a generation, they remained distant
from intellectual similation
Illiterate and ill spoken spread as a pandemic
Black bleeding feathers created a global panic

Happy Days

My recent work. Perhaps I'm getting somewhere? Alhumdulillah.

Cover slide for presentation


sample banner for a temporarily failed project


Fooling around


VHMC event flyer


IR fundraising event flyer


First logo. Risky attempt. VHMC.