Today in my life. It is a Monday in the brisk, mildly cool season of fall. That time of the year for falling leaves when greenry turn yellow or to fading crimson, and with such abating part of plant life cycle comes remarkable beauties more experienced by roadtrippers and hikers, or by those elderly people who sit in front of their house, on rocking chairs gazing at the changes outside and those within. Photographers do awesome jobs capturing, too.

I dropped Little Caliph at school, chat briefly with the principal, still in my truck, and drove off not to home, but to the bastion of knowledge central to the suburb I call home. There I got into it. 6 straight hours of data analysis and writing. Then I got up and drove to pick up Little Caliph again.

We pause the day and reconnect to the Creator, falling on our faces, bowing, and standing in awe of Allah, the God. Then back to the bastion of knowledge; this time to impart knowledge on a group of Gen Zs. Then back to data analysis and writing. We want excellence. Not mediocrity.

Nothing is easy except what He makes easy. Alhamdulillah.