Author: Ajmal

contemplation in bloom

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Gazing upon this delicate flower, one beholds a wondrous testament to the divine. In its intricate petals and vibrant hues, there lies a profound message, as if each curve and color whispers a secret of the Creator’s artistry. The delicate veins in its petals, akin to the finest brushstrokes of a master artist, speak of a meticulous design, not born of chance but of an intentional, loving hand.

The flower, in its humble existence, is a silent teacher. It speaks of patience, emerging slowly from the soil, blooming in its own time, unburdened by the haste of the world. In its growth, it mirrors our own spiritual journey, reminding us to blossom at our pace, nurtured by faith and the sustenance of divine grace.

Its beauty, ephemeral yet impactful, teaches us about the transient nature of worldly life. Just as the flower wilts, reminding us that every earthly joy and sorrow is fleeting, our hearts are directed upwards, beyond the temporal, towards the eternal.

The flower’s intricate design is a reflection of divine wisdom. Each component, from the smallest pollen grain to the pattern of its petals, is a sign, a symbol of the divine intelligence and care that pervades all creation. It stands as a testament to the unity and harmony in the universe, a unity that binds all creation in a symphony of divine expression.

In contemplating the flower, one is drawn into a meditation on the Creator’s presence in the smallest details of life. It is a manifestation of divine beauty, a beauty that permeates the world and invites us to look beyond the surface, to discover the spiritual truths that lie hidden in the heart of nature. Thus, in the heart of a flower, one finds not just biological mechanisms, but a divine message, an invitation to ponder, reflect, and connect with the Creator.

Ninety years deep.

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In the quiet twilight of the hospital room, the silhouette of a 90-year-old rests against the window, their hands etched with the stories of a lifetime. As the sun sets gently outside, casting a warm, nostalgic glow, each wrinkle becomes a testament to the profound journey of life, whispered in the language of time and memory. | Crafted by The Border of a Mind visual Studios.

Through the window of a 90-year old’s mind….


In this moment, lying on a hospital deathbed, everything feels intensely real yet distant. The rhythmic beeps and hushed voices around me are like echoes from another world. I’m enveloped in a profound sense of finality, a chapter coming to its inevitable close. My life unfolds in my mind’s eye – a mosaic of joy and sorrow, love given and received, moments seized and opportunities missed. Each memory is a precious thread in the intricate weave of my existence. I long to express more, to embrace once more, to impart one last piece of wisdom. Amidst this emotional whirlpool, there’s an unexpected tranquility, a gentle yielding to the inexorable tide of life. Faces of loved ones flicker in my thoughts, their importance to me more luminous than ever. Fear mingles with curiosity at the threshold of the unknown, yet there’s a deep, resonating acceptance, an embrace of life’s impermanence. In these quiet, reflective moments, I am profoundly connected with the essence of life, feeling every heartbeat as a poignant testament to the journey I have traveled. This experience is a poignant reminder of our shared humanity, a deeply personal yet universal passage into the unknown.

Fear and curiosity intertwine as I approach the unknown, but there’s also a deep-seated faith, a trust in the Almighty’s plan. In these quiet moments of reflection, I feel a profound connection with the essence of life, each heartbeat a testament to the journey I’ve traveled. It’s a deeply personal yet universally shared passage, a transition guided by faith, enveloped in the love and memories of a lifetime.

There’s a deep longing in my heart – to express more, to embrace my loved ones once more, to share one last piece of wisdom or laughter. Amidst these swirling emotions, there’s a surprising sense of peace, a quiet acceptance of life’s natural progression. Thoughts of my family and friends bring both joy and sadness; their importance in my life shines brighter than ever in these final moments.

In this profound introspection, there’s also a palpable sense of the Almighty. I find myself contemplating the divine, the spiritual journey of my life, and the mysteries of existence. The presence of God, as I understand it, brings comfort and a sense of awe. There’s a feeling of being part of something much greater than myself.

enthusiasts of life

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Amidst the vast pages, a young explorer sets sail on seas of boundless imagination. Every word he encounters, a stepping stone to realms of wonder, echoing the exuberance of life’s simplest joys.

Imagine this – a soft blanket of words wrapping around you, inviting you into a space of warmth, comfort, and reflection. Step in, take a deep breath, and let us embark on a journey together, a journey that dives deep into the gentle art of finding excitement in the everyday.

Life is a a waltz of fleeting moments, transient emotions, and gentle memories. Just as the delicate steps of a ballet dancer bring a story to life, every tiny fragment of our existence has the potential to fill our hearts with joy. And in this rhythm of life, there lies a simple yet profound truth: a significant part of our happiness stems from the excitement of relishing the small wonders.

Do you remember the palpable thrill of waking up as a child, eager to face the day? The sweet aroma of morning coffee was not just another daily routine, but a promise of a new beginning. The soft glow of the television on a lazy Sunday wasn’t just another screen, but a portal to a world of adventure and nostalgia as you watched your favorite childhood movie. That new shirt hanging in your closet? Not just a piece of fabric, but a symbol of self-expression, awaiting its debut.

Life was a melody of simple joys.

But as the hands of time moved forward, this unbridled enthusiasm waned. Responsibilities clouded our vision, and life’s monotony muffled the music. The challenge now? To tap into that innate childlike wonder and be genuinely excited again.

Being excited is an art, a skill to be cultivated. It’s the act of cherishing the journey back home after a long day, just to revel in the harmonious strains of that new song on the radio. It’s the act of finding joy in the mundane, in the cup of coffee, in the mid-week attire, in the random acts that punctuate our daily lives.

In this rediscovery, we find that being excited isn’t about grand gestures or monumental events. It’s about cultivating an attitude, a mindset, and a heart that is receptive to the myriad blessings sprinkled throughout our days.

So, as we draw the curtains on this narrative, let’s make a pact. Let’s vow to be the enthusiasts of life, to be seekers of joy in the little things. Let’s reclaim our right to be excited, to live each day with an infectious zest.

And now, as you step out of this cocoon of words, I hope you carry with you a renewed spirit, a gentle nudge to look at the world with eager eyes once more. With a fond farewell, may you find beauty, wonder, and most importantly, excitement, in every nook and cranny of your world. Until next time, stay excited and stay joyful.

mind’s sanctuary.

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Illustration of Ehan drawing. The young artist at work, his hands now shaped by visions, spreading color upon the bare canvas of imagination. With each mark and stroke, a new world emerging – ideas given form, creativity set free to paint what lights his soul and lift the corners of tomorrow’s dawn.

As the river of time flows on, winding through the valleys and canyons of life, I’ve come to understand my conscience as a lighthouse, piercing through the thick fog of perceptions that fill my mind. The harshest critic lies not in the eyes that view me, but in how I believe they see me—a hall of mirrors reflecting my self-doubts like glaring spotlights.

All labors of passion hold equal worth; the baker kneading the pliant dough, infusing it with care; the painter splashing the waiting canvas, colors dancing into shapes; the gardener nurturing the fertile soil, seeds blossoming with patience; the teacher shaping young minds, igniting their potential. Riches jingling in pockets often masquerade as success, their metallic sheen veiling a soul’s true wealth within. Real prosperity resides in one’s essence, beyond material things that rust and fade. It takes a man of wisdom, kindness and wit to be admired yet unfettered by fortune’s gilded trappings, fame’s seductive allure. The drive to unveil such inner gold becomes his golden key to achieve whatever great heights he desires.

So, I ask you, as a valuable reader, what secret dreams stir within the depths of your heart? What passions blaze in your soul, yearning to shine forth, to prove your worth? That treasure lies inside you, waiting to be unearthed. Delve the caverns of your mind, unearth your hidden gold, and let your inner light glow, as bright as the sun. For your true wealth lies within, untouched by outside eyes, resplendent and free.

shine your light

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Embrace being the person who genuinely cares. Step up, be the one who’s always ready to put in the hard yards, the one who isn’t afraid to love passionately and unreservedly. Allow yourself to be the person who wears their heart on their sleeve, who never runs from the depth of their emotions or the fervor of their hopes.

Stand as the person who has faith in the world’s tender side, in the gentle whispers of humanity that sometimes get drowned out in the noise. Be the beacon, the one who lights the way, who perseveres even when the going gets tough.

Be that person who makes others feel visible, the person who’s always present when needed. Take it from me, embody the persona of the one who truly cares. Because our world is starved of genuine concern, it’s tired of disinterest and indifference; and believe me, there’s nothing more formidable than someone who remains compassionate and soft-hearted in a world that hasn’t always reciprocated kindness.

In a world that often seems callous, be the exception. Be the person who cares and watch how you light up the world around you.

mortal mettle

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Like a shipwrecked vessel adrift at sea, our earthly lives are but a fleeting voyage. As transient travelers treading the sands of time, we journey together under endless skies, our footprints traced temporarily along the shores of eternity. Though our mortal shells erode, our spirits sail on. (Photographed and styled by The Border of a Mind Studios from a beach in Sharjah, United Arab Emirates)

We all try to avoid thinking about it, but death comes for us all eventually. Though it makes us uncomfortable, reflecting on our mortality can inspire us to live more purposefully. When the clock of life stops ticking, fret not about the lifeless body you leave behind. Your loved ones will take good care of it—they’ll dress you up nicely in a white shroud before sending you off on your final journey.

Many will come to see you off – some taking time off work, others rearranging plans. They’ll stand around chatting like at a high school reunion before you set off on your last journey.

Your possessions – that Ukulele lying around you never learned to play, the fancy plates at home you never used, the clothes that hung unworn in your closet – they’ll all be passed on, sold off, or tossed out quicker than last night’s leftovers. The details of your material life will go on without you.

At the office, they’ll have your replacement before your obituary hits the papers. Your workload will be passed on seamlessly like a baton in a relay race.

Your finances and assets will go to your next of kin. Don’t be surprised if you continue to be analyzed and criticized even in death – people always have opinions, after all.

True friends will mourn you for a time, shedding tears over memories you made together. But the river of life keeps flowing, and they’ll soon be back to their routines. As for fairweather friends, they’ll forget you faster than a fleeting TikTok trend.

Your pets might tilt their heads confused, wondering where you went, but they’ll bond with their new owners soon enough. Loyalty has its limits.

Your smiling face in those photos on the mantle will gather dust, gradually relegated to boxes in the attic to fade from memory.

Your home will echo with emptiness for a while, but will soon be filled with the noise of someone else living your life.

In time, the pain will subside, the calls will taper off, and you’ll become just another name etched into stone, a distant memory.

For you, though, the real adventure is just beginning. A new phase of existence where worldly possessions and status symbols are meaningless. Where you take only what you gave – your compassion, wisdom, and light.

While you glance at these writings, let us remind each other to live and love fully now. Build spiritual wealth by touching lives. That’s the only currency that lasts. Make your mark on this world, because your chance is finite. But your soul is infinite.

wild drift, lush fronds

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Two regal betta princes survey their aquatic kingdom, tails flowing like royal robes as they patrol the dense emerald foliage of their jungle realm. Like adventurers in an ancient tale, the intrepid fish weave through the tangled wood, the vast and wild frontier their underwater Camelot. Their sapphire scales shimmer like armor in the dappled light, noble knights of this verdant and vibrant wonderland.

For those of you who have been journeying with me through the tangle of tales and art of words and ideas on this blog, you’ll remember my old posts on aquascaping. As a gardener of water, I’ve nurtured my underwater realm, shaping it from a simple basin to a bustling, verdant underwater jungle somehow. It’s been a labor of love, a test of patience, and today I share with you the fruits of my labor of several months.

Imagine, if you will, a jungle. Dense with life, brimming with an untamed symphony, where every inch tells a tale of growth. Now, imagine that same wild expanse, but beneath the surface of the water. That’s the essence of my Jungle style aquascape. It’s a chaotic waltz of the wild set free within the glass confines of my humble aquarium.

Unlike the meticulous rigor of other aquascaping styles, the Jungle style finds beauty in the bedlam. It embraces the seeming disorder of nature, the spontaneous burst of foliage, the unanticipated twist of driftwood. The heart of this aquascape is the verdant array of aquatic plants, a dense range of varied species, each contributing its unique essence to the tableau. Towering fronds of small and long-leafed plants stretch towards the light, their surfaces a playground for dancing shadows and shimmering reflections.

Driftwood, the skeletal remains of ancient trees, punctuates the lush greenery, not to impose order but to echo the intricate disarray of nature. They’re like brushstrokes in an impressionist painting, adding depth and texture to a scene that revels in its beautiful chaos. Creating a Jungle style aquascape is an exercise in controlled chaos. It’s a delicate balancing act of allowing nature to unfurl in all its wild beauty yet curating it enough to ensure it thrives within the confines of a tank. It’s an art form that challenges you to harness your inner wild, channel your creativity, and test the boundaries of your ability.

The allure of the Jungle style lies in this freedom of expression, the liberty to let your aquascape be as untamed as your imagination. But within this wild abandon lies a silent covenant – to nurture and sustain this vibrant ecosystem, to be the silent sentinel safeguarding the harmonious discord of this underwater jungle. In cultivating this aquascape, I’ve not just created a humble art for the eyes, but a subtle art of balance in my taste. It’s a living, breathing metaphor of life itself – wild, beautiful, and forever changing.

human glow

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Grains of wonder, speckled remnants of discoveries made along the shoreline. Tiny treasures cling to Ehan’s small toes, each step a keepsake of joyful play by the sea.

You know those little unfiltered moments that feel so human and real? I’m obsessed. The messy morning hair, the big yawns when you first wake up, the way your shirt rides up when you stretch. How the wind playfully tussles your locks when you’re outside. The kind of full-bellied laugh that makes your eyes water. Sleepy, dreamy eyes that say you stayed up too late talking. The butterflies in your stomach when you have a crush. An innocent smile that keeps growing into laughter until you’re crying happy tears. Bumping shoulders with someone as you walk side-by-side unable to contain your excitement. Blushing and stumbling over your words when you get all giddy. Those rare times when we can just be our true, unguarded selves, without pretense or self-consciousness. Just pure, raw, natural human moments. We don’t appreciate these fleeting instants enough. It’s the unfiltered realness of people that makes me fall in love with humanity.

voyage’s vision

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Somewhere in Zanzibar

None of us hit the open road purely for kicks. We grab those suitcases and gas up the car because we’re driven by something deeper—a fundamental human need to explore new horizons. With each new mile unfurling under our wheels, we can feel the routine and familiarity of home fading behind us. And as we immerse ourselves in places where people speak different languages, eat different foods, live different lives, something inside us begins to shift and expand.

It’s like our minds are tired old sponges, thirsty for new sights, sounds, and experiences to soak up. And little by little, each small discovery accumulation leads to a subtle but profound change in our perspective.

When we finally return home again, initially it seems like nothing has changed on the surface. Our houses, our streets, our neighborhoods—they appear just as we left them. But deep down, we know something is different. Because we have been transformed from within. The way we see the world and our place in it has been altered in some subtle but significant way.

So, while we may not set out just for thrills, the truth is that travel satiates our soul’s deepest appetite. And by enriching our inner lives, it changes everything.