Ibraahiym Kadessh
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Just me. I'll do this bio later (story of my life).
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The Odd Duckling
Mother-dear is dying and I want to tell somebody about it. I have a gnawing in my guts because she is so feeble. It is hard to believe that no family and none of her many friends are around to hear my complaint as she fades from life. My muddled thinking, plus feelings of guilt tend to color my mood darkly. I think family and friends would be here but-for my personal standoffishness. I think it's all my fault because I am a notorious stickler about minding my own beeswax. I am in my 70’s. I’ve learned that the last thing I want to do is manage your life and mine too.
By Ibraahiym Kadessh4 years ago in Confessions
FATHERS AND SINS
It is official. My dad turned 100 years old. He is a centenarian, and I am rightly pissed about his big accomplishment. OMG! All the years of his harping about living a good clean life have, at last, put me into my place. Should I despise the old dude? I guess there is a fair amount of anger riding my back where dad is concerned. I must admit to it for the sake of my mental health. I am jealous and positively green with envy. “Father Knows Best”, for gosh sakes!
By Ibraahiym Kadessh4 years ago in Families
I THINK
I am a philosopher and I love it. That's my job. I think clearly and express my thoughts in my writing. Some writers are therapists, counselors of various sorts and even political advocates. I philosophize and write about sound ideas. If I were to say, 'I love my J.O.B.', you would wonder why I said it. Whether you loved or hated your own work, you would wonder why I loved mine. Human nature seeks the reasons that sentient beings do what they do. We want to know how others get things done. We share fruitful information and knowledge. Philosophers, it seems to me, are the behind the scenes moderators of this sharing.
By Ibraahiym Kadessh4 years ago in Education
This Now Reality
Narsid lay upon a rumpled morning bed with arms beside his body as if in a casket. His eyes rolled up and back in his head. He was thinking. The apex of time and high point of memories. The huge pear tree. An amorphous wispy green visage that charmed and beckoned. He had lived so many lifetimes chasing a green ghost. He sensed that time was drawing to a close now. He and the ghost needed to be together.
By Ibraahiym Kadessh4 years ago in Horror
