Dressed to kill?

What is it about classy, sharp dressing that makes people so uncomfortable? Why do people [particularly guys] willingly wallow in the cesspool of pseudo-slobby mediocrity when it comes to self-appearance? And because they can’t find the willpower or motivation to dress nicely when they go out, they resort to showering thinly veiled deprecatory remarks upon those who do make the effort to step up their game?

(Misery loves company? Who knew.)

Filed under: Exhaust, Gentlemen, Leadership, class, GQ, style

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“And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet
and the winds long to play with your hair”

- Khalil Gibran

Filed under: Cradle, Quotable Quotes

OMG I’m so sorry! … I thought you were a man.

You know what annoys me a bit?

When you’re standing outside the main prayer hall at wherever – the masjid, the community center, the mall basement, – wherever. And its like Jum’ah time right. So, the hall is packed (mashallah). Guys cant get in. Plenty of them are standing outside at the doors, listening to the khateeb. Okay, fabulous.

Then you have these Johnny-come-latelys who arrive literally like five seconds before the khateeb begins the final dua before salatul Jum’ah starts and … either their mothers didn’t teach them any manners, or these guys think they’re freaking Super VIPs – they just push, step in front, or insolently elbow their way through the small crowd, just oh so determinnnnnned to get into the prayer hall. Meanwhile, everyone else outside understands that hey, yeah we do have extra linen sheets which will be passed back, and no big deal, we’ll pray outside the hall. Okay, cool.

So I see this one guy just injecting himself into the crowd, and the iqamah is already done, the khateeb is just being considerate and waiting for the all-clear signal from the back.

Filed under: Exhaust, Leadership