I Am Buraot

I’m sick. And I am tired of being sick.

For about six months now, I am sick. I have been in and out of the hospital and couldn’t quite keep up with my medical bills. I had become a regular with my doctor’s office I can now literally distinguish her breath from the nurses.

Along with other doctors, we have tried to eliminate every possible disease, infection, or whatever thing that is causing my body to feel this way. Continue Reading…

It’s Good Friday today. And again I won’t be posting the remaining parts of my multi-parts article on the issue of the disputed Spratlys.

This weekend will be our collective time to meditate. I’ll see you guys on Easter.

For now, you drop addicts can still quick-drop your entrecards HERE. Continue Reading…

I was out for a few days. Been down with that “flu” again.

It was the last day of winter, can’t wait to get it over with and move forward to spring and say goodbye to that snow, that fog, that cold, those pestering mechanisms that seem to trigger my preternatural undefined and up-to-now weakness that I would aptly call thou that shalt not be named.

My anticipation to spring forward was cut short by that last frost bite so eager to make me not to forget that my first winter on the Pacific Northwest was literally and figuratively a chilling one. Continue Reading…

As usual, I was traveling alone, trying to discover the world with my very own eyes.

On one of my journeys, I passed by the combined desert lands of ancient Mesopotamia and Persia, the lands that brought the story of Genesis into life, the cradle of civilization, the land of the Pyramids and the Pharaohs, and the land of my father, Abraham.

I always wanted to go there. One clairvoyant Italian lady told me, years before, that I used to be an Arab prince on my previous life. Thought maybe I could live to be one in at least a couple of days.

But the truth is, I am in search of the mystical Arab trees…. Continue Reading…

I was in a coma, a self-induced medical necessity to keep my body frozen. In my file lies a randomly assigned number that identifies my face. I was somehow trapped here. At least for a while… I hope.

My fingers are crossed…

Help is nowhere in sight. The chance of staying frozen in this cryptic chamber forever is relatively high. Its probability, almost certain.

I dare not call my kindred. For I already banished them, banished myself away from them. Countless times they have asked me to come back to the fold. The ancient one kept begging me to let go of my travesty, say goodbye to my never ending journey. Continue Reading…

February 25…. I was a tank.

With armored skin no bullet can ever pass through, I faced them. Them people I so loved. Them people who so loved me. Them people I so cherished and vowed to protect. Them people who were the reasons for my cold, pathetic and egotistical existence.

Yea, I faced them. But not in the usual way. Instead of facing the battlefield together, with them on my side, I now confront them. One by one.. piece by piece… body by body.. mind by mind… soul by soul… heart by heart.

I can’t dare move myself away from where I lie. Continue Reading…

The sea was calm, the wind was soft. Like a feather gently putting its lips on my weary brows, it slowly eases away the frown that was permanently etched on my face.

My world was quiet enough to let me savor my being alone. Like it knew that I had come from a far-away weary and dreaded place, giving me a chance to recuperate from my recent battle with the unknown.

For some reason, an unknown particle had collided with my war-torn self. And even the best team of doctors couldn’t quite figure out what it is. Leaving me no clue as to what it was, only the certainty of a whole load of bills to pay. Continue Reading…