Pantoum of the Antihero Gets no love the one who doesn't love. It's not Karma, but simple logic. Even if he does, it's a sort of odds, Making the canon candid. It's not Karma, but simple logic; Who doesn't like people, will be alone, Who doesn't like water, will suffocate in, Who doesn't like life,… Continue reading Poem: Pantoum of the Antihero
Selfie as a borrowed word Just as the "internet", "emoji", or "cola"; the "selfie" word is a gift from the western global language that is English. Every-time, there's a crazy hype to follow like "HARLEM SHAKE", "YOLO", "SWAG" and the list is never ending. The new style is the "Selfie" that makes you take a… Continue reading Selfie as a borrowed word
Meeting W.T. *Shame on the poet!* A catharsis made her voice heardForm a lonely book.I needed nothing more as a hook:"Who? Who dare? Let's find out!" My voice was more scared than fear'd,But surely it was heard:Hideous whisperes came outFrom a lonely lonely book. My steps flutter'd over row to row,"Let's have a look!""Let's have… Continue reading Poem: Meeting W.T.
Stoïc I felt unfelt;My world's unheard.Ignorance!That embraced, beset me. Stoical flow the life is;A shoreless sea.Water is water;Be wavery or plane. Why plaint,On the surrounding sea?Why plaint again,If only desert is seen? Time is a river.Dip, sip, hit the water;Immortal.You are fooled. Life is a diabolic vortex;Amazing mazes.Tunes are to seduce you,A superfluous being. If… Continue reading Poem: Stoïc
Why Berbers resist Islam in Algeria? Before I would start to examine this spicy question of "why Berbers resist Islam in Algeria", let me clear the situation which is almost idyll nowadays. In fact, the major population of Algeria find no difference between being Arab or Berber or Muslim; these three traits equally mean the… Continue reading Why Berbers resist Islam in Algeria?
At sunset The sun has been fallen;The light was irregardless,The park has been sullen;I sat on a bench regardless. If I had faced a human being,I'd be able to tell the truth;Whether I'd been seen or seeing,W'ther I own or pwn the ruth. Maybe, if I had chosen a buddy;Sharing the self-created pain,I would… Continue reading Poem: At Sunset
I always used to say "religious views are far away from me"; however, the facts are telling the opposite: throughout my life I was born Muslim, became pious Christian, then atheist until I reconverted to Islam 4 years ago. This fuzzy story is the cause of my parents' divorce, having a Hungarian Christian mother and… Continue reading 21 years in Christianity vs 4 years in Islam
I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley,Frankenstein … Continue reading Dr Frankenstein
This week I'm facing the finals of the last year of Basic English Linguistics and Didactics studies. Two birds with one stone, I'm going to write about the exams as a resume for preparing to the modules, as a personal comment on the level and as a whole impression of the year or three years...… Continue reading Finals #4: Statistics and Feelings
Black and white are the colors of photography. To me they symbolize the alternatives of hope and despair to which mankind is forever subjected. - Robert Frank I start this post a little bit methaphorically. To help you in understanding, I tell you that I focus on my black mood these days. I observe the… Continue reading Puli: The Hungarian Jing-Jang