Moe Ali

It was 8:48 pm on July 30th, a hot and humid night in the borough of Queens. I was sitting outside my house on the steps, looking at the time on my cell phone. I wasn't out for no reason, I was waiting for my father's arrival from work. I was actually sitting there waiting to help him once he got home.

Then I heard a woman crying and saying "Kevin, I'm your woman, why didn't you say something?" She was talking very loud. I looked to my right and I saw a man and a woman across the street walking on the side walk, and I noticed that's the woman whose cry is so loud and she seemed very nervous.

Kevin didn't care much. He was just walking and he was very quiet. It all took probably 30 - 45 seconds from the first second I heard her talking and crying out loud until the second they disappeared in the dark.

At the last second before I completely couldn't hear them anymore, she ran in front of him grabbing his hands, and seriously screaming in the street, "I'm talkin' to you Kevin, I'm talkin' to you. Why don't you say somethin'?" He then just looked away and started walking as she followed him. He continued to walk and she followed him. He still didn't say a word, and she continued to argue.

I don't know what had happened. I have no idea what had Kevin done or in fact not done. I don't even know whether she was right or Kevin. I don't want to judge at all. I think the point is that when a woman is angry let her talk, don't interrupt and just listen. She'll calm down soon. Also women in general will be attracted to those men who pay the least attention to them. Had Kevin said a word, the story would've possibly been different.

Should she have realized that Kevin is not the right man for her? At least if her expectations are different from who Kevin in reality is, then he is certainly not the right man for her. But if there is love involved which I think she does love him, it will most likely take a long time for her to completely understand the reality that Kevin will never be the man she wished to have.

To doubt everything or to believe everything are two equally convenient solutions; both dispense with the need for thought.

I was reading some of Rumi's (Molana Jalaleddin Mohammad Balkhi) poems, when I came across a love poem called "Love is Reckless.":

Love is reckless; not reason.

Reason seeks a profit.

Love comes on strong,

consuming herself, unabashed.



Yet, in the midst of suffering,

Love proceeds like a millstone,

hard surfaced and straightforward.



Having died of self-interest,

she risks everything and asks for nothing.

Love gambles away every gift God bestows.



Without cause God gave us Being;

without cause, give it back again.

I'm completely speechless.

Either you have a teacher or you don't.

I don't know if I really have to explain what the picture above is or not. I'm assuming everyone knows what Persian Kabob Koubideh is, and how wondrously and amazingly it tastes.
But if you are the one who doesn't know much about it, leave your comment and I'll definitely write a post regarding this amazing Persian cuisine.
I took this picture with my cell phone camera in my backyard. My dad had just finished cooking them. They were ready to be consumed. We totally enjoyed it.
I don't need to explain further more. I think it is ture that a picture says a thousand words. So if you didn't get to eat this Kabob Koubideh, at least enjoy looking at its picture.

There are times when I just don't find a quiet corner in life, and can't really find peace anywhere. Humans are too noisy, too controversial and too busy. Of course living in a big city like New York makes it even harder to be at the moment where you can just hear the summer breeze blowing through the trees without the interruption of fire trucks, cars with loud rap/hip-hop music and other noise pollutants.

I decided to take a step back (again), and completely delete everything I had written before, and start everything from scratch, hoping this time it'd be different from other times.

Among my friends here and there, in the States, outside, and in Iran, I'm one of the few people who feel an urge to keep a blog and write periodically.

It could be because I use writing as a substitute for not being outgoing enough to express all of my thoughts with friends, and instead I turn them into words on a blog in cyberspace. Also it could be because I prefer writing over speaking since what you write gets recorded and you can always refer to it.

But whatever it may be, I know that I enjoy keeping a blog. In a sense expressing myself not just to one, or a few but to the world is an exciting matter. The only thing one might need to do in order to know so much about me is to type six letters (moeali) followed by .com.

This post serves more as an introduction to this blog and my intentions of starting it, rather than an actual, fictual, and or a meaningful post.

Thanks for visiting my blog and I hope you find my writings interesting.