Abdur-Rahman, 29. GER | UK | NG
I am young Muslim, interested in the preservation of all things beautiful and profound. A cultural Worker and engineer, experimenting, learning + unlearning my way through life.
“Treading this world lightly, inspiring compassion and justice to every creature within it and appreciating its beauty as a reflection of God. Verily, in the remembrance of God do hearts find rest”
What does it mean to be human? What is a good life and how does one live it? Do you only live once? Questions I ask myself and share some of my thoughts over on my blog.
Or creative work? Is the word creative laden with capitalist ideals, of individualism, of seeking money and fame? Maybe, me I am in love with beauty.
I am a freelance graphic designer, a photo and videograph, and a writer, who might sometimes share a poem or two.
I am a Chemical Engineer who grew a conscious as my best friend once said. I am a Muslim vegan, travelling this world looking for balance. Currently I study a Masters in Environmental Engineering and work at a research institute.
Now that I have talked about the controversial stuff, let’s talk about Politics. Any takers? The personal is political, I believe that. Beyond that I am still finding my way, learning and unlearning, striving for justice. While knowing that God is the Just. Accompany me along that journey!
Videography / Edit
VisualRemembrance is a video journal of moments I want to remember, as well as moments of remembering God.
So it is almost upon us, I’ve taken the liberty to post this a bit later than I would normally, to wish you and your family a good start into the year of 2013, may God bless us and make this a fruitful year. That said, let’s go on to the first post according to…
This night has me thoughtful, thinking about the last few days, weeks and months and their impact on me. As I searched through my mind, heart and soul, asking desperately to tell me what it wants, and turning to call to God. I remembered listening to a talk by Nouman Ali Khan last week or…
It is on a balance that I stand My deeds deciding where I land Even something of the weight of a sandcorn could make that balance tip, causing me to mourn. Do I get to Jannah or do I fall pray to my desires that fires this drive towards consumerism selling me a myth of…
Verily, in the remembrance of Allah do hearts find rest