Monday, September 17, 2007. With steel steeples and mortar churches. Brass bells are steadfast as. Screamed by grey-beard men while. Wrinkled women wearing sequined caps. Crack jokes, and even youth. Proclaim hate with red-text letters. When did we become the bastard. With media machines and inked-dark headlines. In idea, one glass.

Is my own small tribute to my late son Philip who sadly passed away on the 12th March 2012. Through him, I learnt a lot about life, about myself and more importantly about us, as a family. Philip was always full of life and a wonderful, loving son and a good, caring friend to those who knew him. In his latter years and despite his illness, Philip was keen and determined to overcome all obstacles that life had placed in his. October 6, 2012 at.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007. My Travels through Eng 307. I want to take this time to reflect on my journey through English Travelers in the Middle East. I came into this class with my mind wide open, or so I thought. The first or second day of class I realized how ignorant and naïve I really was. With the help of our travel writers, our wonderful professor, and equally wonderful classmates, I was able to better understand Middle Eastern culture, and release my preconceived notions of the Islamic religion.

It was by faith that Abraham obeyed when God called him to leave home and go to another land. So often I look to my circumstances, feelings, and others opinions to attempt to determine truth. When in reality the only thing that can bring clarity is the truth.