@ This Motherfucker On Twitter Who Put Into Words What I Couldn’t

a good day consisted of books, coffee, and a stairwell full of plants.

Arabic dark academia consists of drinking black Arabic coffee while listening to um Kalthoum and learning about constellations.

Light Arabic academia is wearing white loose conservative clothing, sipping sweet mint tea, and humming 'ahwak' to oneself in a sunny garden.

Do you ever think about how many of the items now considered priceless artifacts were once commonplace items? The coins we now marvel at from behind the glass at a museum were once tossed around, stepped on, and traded around. The pottery painstakingly pieced back together was somebody’s favorite wine jug. The decorative pin now rusted and bent once held together the shoulder of someone’s chiton. History is simply a trail of ordinary people going about their day, and I think there’s an odd sort of beauty in that.

Day 6/100 days of productivity [01.13.18] I didn’t complete any academic work today but I did take my dogs to the park, gave them a bath, and did my laundry. Some days, it’s about the small accomplishments.

Fyodor Dostoevsky's manuscript draft of The Brothers Karamazov. via twitter

october 22nd 2020 - civil law and some friends in the background

oh to be a scholar during the islamic golden age using mathmatics to create incredible art

dark/light academia moodboard

[ moodboard for an oc in the novel i'm working on. she is interested in vintage bollywood and mughal history. ]