She calls

I listen

Night falls

Stars glisten

I go

I see

Death calls

And decrees

Come sleep

Be free...

“Are you proud, son?” The old man asked with a smile.

“Are you humbled, father?” He grinned.

“Always.” The wise monk replied.

Aqil had trained years for this moment. The chance to prove himself the better man; to surpass his father in wit and skill.

Yet as the opposing king was taken off the chess board, he realised that he felt no real triumph. For even now, Al Mualim smiled a warm smile and radi...

All that glitters is not gold…

Avarice makes the eye a victim to lies

Do not be fooled by what shines

For all that glitters is not gold…

So seek not what the eye admired

Many a fool aspired and admired

He chased it as one brave and bold

But what he found was far from gold

All that glitters is not gold…

So beware what you perceive and do not behold

Surely all is not as you are told

All that ...