About (2024 version)

I often remember my very first gift. It was a book, given to me by my (maternal) grandpa. I was too young to read or even know what books were, but I felt fascinated nevertheless, and what’s interesting to me still, is that I remember this event so vividly.

I was so little that I didn’t know my name, how old I was, or even what I was. Like all children, I was instinctively behaving without knowing why (children develop reasoning skills after age six). All I knew was that it ‘felt good’ to have a colorful book in my hand. I would leaf through the book and savor each moment with the eagerness of a maximally curious child.

My grandpa was my best friend, my parent figure, my role model, and extremely kind to me. He was a well-read, polyglot polymath, a man of words and war both, an authentic human being. He once told my mother: ’this boy of yours is no common boy; I’ve seen children but not like this one. He is too intelligent.’

My mother would often tell me this, taking pride in my grandpa’s assessment of me. This was the reason, I think (probably due to Pegasus effect), that I breezed through school, acing my way to graduation. Or perhaps grandpa was right. Perhaps I was special. It’s hard to be objective about ourselves…

I am a neuro-divergent person, a left-handed empath, an “ADHD”, and a friend of animals. Consequently, if anyone is cruel to animals, it’s over between us–that person will never be my friend, nor will I consider them with anything but the deepest disdain.

This means, based on the definitions suggested by the Gestalt school, I am an authentic person. I have my likes, my dislikes, and I am very certain about my choices (they have not been chosen for me.).

And this site is a sort of documentation to some ideas incubating in my mind. There are ideas here spanning programming, philosophy, Islam, mathematics, art, literature, cooking, animals, poetry, films, essays and more.

About (2023 version)

This is my digital cave. I will update this section when the right thoughts present themselves.

About (2022 version)

Beyond childhood, youth, and the associated tribulations, I divide my life so far into three periods. The golden period, the dreamy period, and the period of reality.

In the golden period, which lasted nearly 15 years, I was a professor of mathematics, social and natural sciences at several universities in East Asia.

In the dreamy period, I stopped teaching and entered the land of programming. The teacher and the programmer are still a part of me, even though I have entered the stage of reality. In this stage, I strive to have the color of colorlessness.

I write so I can think better.