Tid Bit from My Diary

  Photo Credit: #ReadReflectRejoice I went to the bank yesterday, and the staff was very helpful in guiding me on what to do and how to do it. He made the necessary copies of my ID and passport, took my signature, and directed me to wait for my turn to meet the officer who would complete the process. So, I waited there with the ticket from the calling system in my hand. However, there was a small problem — both the display screen and the announcements were in Arabic, a language I don’t understand. I looked around for any sign of another display that would post the token numbers in English, but there was none. As I stood there unsure of what to do next, a young man noticed my confusion. Without me even asking, he kindly offered to help and asked me to wait near him so he could alert me when it was my turn. True to his word, he did just that. I met the officer, and my task was completed smoothly — all’s well that ends well, as they say. Walking out of the bank, I couldn’t help but fe...

Photo credit: pixabay@pexels Have you ever come across the acronym LIP ? If not, keep reading—I’d love to introduce you to this beautiful concept. As I take a bird’s-eye view of the world, a strange pattern emerges—one that leaves me wondering: When are we humans, as a species and a society, going to grow up? You often see an outpouring of grief when someone passes away—social media flooded with RIP messages, heartfelt tributes, and stories of how they touched lives. These messages may comfort grieving relatives and those left behind, but the person they are meant for is no longer here to read them. Ever wonder where all this warmth was when they were alive? As we moved from close-knit families to isolated satellite units, our community bonds weakened. Once, we knew our neighbours, shared joys and struggles, and looked out for one another. Today, we barely know who lives next door, let alone what they believe or battle in silence. Human connection, once instinctive, now feels like an...