World Affairs And Beyond

The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden hue over the courtyard where Baba Jee sat every evening. His weathered face carried tales of wisdom, and his eyes sparkled with a glint of insight. I often found solace in his stories, seeking guidance from his years of experience. This evening, I approached him, eager for a conversation that weighed heavy on my mind. "Salaam, Baba Jee," I greeted respectfully, settling down on the mat next to him. "Wa alaikum as-salam, Sobia, my dear child. What brings you here today?" he responded, his voice soft but laden with an air of authority. "I wanted to talk to you about friendships and relationships," I began tentatively. "I've been thinking a lot about who real friends are and also about the kind of person one should look for when thinking about marriage." Baba Jee nodded, his eyes seemingly scanning the distant horizon. "Ah, friendships and marriages. Two paths intertwined with the fabric of trust,...

On a warm afternoon, I found myself walking down the bustling streets of our town, heading towards the familiar spot where Baba Jee sat. The small, weathered corner was his chosen place, where he greeted those seeking his wisdom. Today, I had a pressing question on my mind, one that had been bothering me for a while, and I needed answers. Approaching Baba Jee, I greeted him with a respectful nod and a warm smile. He acknowledged my presence with a serene look in his eyes. With curiosity brimming, I decided to broach the topic that had been bothering me. "Baba Jee," I began, "I came to see you again because I couldn't help but wonder why you avoided my question about Palestine the last time we spoke." Baba Jee looked at me, his eyes reflecting a deep sense of contemplation. Then, in his calm and soothing voice, he responded, "Child, I didn't avoid your question. I was waiting for a better answer to come to me. Some questions are not to be answered in has...