Internet is great for sharing art/photography and other kinds of work, but people need to respect owners a little more. Just saying.
An Artist In Every Sense Of The Word
Posted 6 months ago
Posted 7 months ago
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The first two pictures are of the house I lived in for the first 4 years of my life back in Jeddah. Picture was taken years later when I visited Jeddah again in 2006 I believe. I was young but I can still recall a lot of memories, good and bad.
The third picture is one of the houses I lived in when I moved to Riyadh (lived in 2 and then my Dad moved around a bunch of times after we moved to Canada both in Jeddah and Riyadh which I also temporarily lived in when I visited). I believe this was the 2nd house in Riyadh. Lived there for a good 5 years, and looking at this picture that my Dad just sent me yesterday as he was driving by because of my request, it looks COMPLETELY different. They changed it so much, but that old tree is still there. That tree used to keep our car SOMEWHAT cool and allowed us to be free from the burning of the bottom due to the sun heating up the leather seats.
The last picture is what used to be a completely empty plot directly opposite to my house, and now looks like some baller villa, pretty dope. I always love visiting all the old areas whenever I go back; whether it be my old neighborhoods or my old schools - I’m nostalgic as hell, probably why I still drive/take the bus back to my old neighborhood in Canada as well when I wanna chill.
Posted 7 months ago

Understanding the value of time is the first step towards peace and tranquility.
Posted 8 months ago
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Posted 8 months ago

Best summer ever. Ending with a historic camp with so many ulema’s present, couldn’t have asked for more. Alhamdulillah.
Posted 9 months ago
One of my best childhood memories is the bedtime stories and conversations with my Dad (and Mom as well but mostly Dad). History, jinn stories, religious identity, Qur’an, geography, academics etc. - we touched almost every topic.
Stories of the Prophets and religious traditions were certainly one of my favorites though. One example of the tales I always looked forward to were those of Bahlūl Dana (Wāhab ibn Amr).
