"like wind through outstretched fingers you will pass." The Conference of The Birds, written by the 12th Century Sufi poet, Farid Ud-Din Attar, tells the mystical story of the birds in search of a king. As the world's birds congregate, a hoopoe,... Continue Reading →
Can we confidently discount the existence of a sentient creator when we, ourselves are that very thing?
I landed at Ataturk Airport as dusk settled over the horizon of minarets. Making my way out of the gate I was greeted by my cousin whom I had not seen in some years. We made our way to the... Continue Reading →