
💌 Unspoken Love/03
A Micro-Chapbook of Prose Poem

The Moral Compass
Navigating the Ethical Minefield: The Dilemma of Logic vs. Compassion in Medicine

📚 100 Micro Islamic Articles: Modern Problems & Classical Wisdom/07
Faith vs. Science Conflict — Ibn Khaldūn’s Balance of Reason & RevelationModern discourse often portrays faith and science as opposing forces: belief versus reason, revelation versus observation. Yet, centuries before this supposed “conflict” emerged, Muslim scholars were charting a different path. Among them, Ibn Khaldūn (d. 1406), the father of sociology and historiography, offered a nuanced balance between revelation and reason that remains profoundly relevant.1. Knowledge in Two RealmsIbn...
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💌 Unspoken Love/03
A Micro-Chapbook of Prose Poem

The Moral Compass
Navigating the Ethical Minefield: The Dilemma of Logic vs. Compassion in Medicine

📚 100 Micro Islamic Articles: Modern Problems & Classical Wisdom/07
Faith vs. Science Conflict — Ibn Khaldūn’s Balance of Reason & RevelationModern discourse often portrays faith and science as opposing forces: belief versus reason, revelation versus observation. Yet, centuries before this supposed “conflict” emerged, Muslim scholars were charting a different path. Among them, Ibn Khaldūn (d. 1406), the father of sociology and historiography, offered a nuanced balance between revelation and reason that remains profoundly relevant.1. Knowledge in Two RealmsIbn...


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mouth becomes a jagged orchid of noise.
skin fractures into
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Pixel Bloom
face/loading—
one pixel at a time
colour leaks into static petals.
eye blinks into blue squares,
mouth becomes a jagged orchid of noise.
skin fractures into
RGB dust,
floating,
blooming,
escaping frame.
somewhere
the whole of me
is still sharp—
but not here,
not now.
💬 Your Turn:
Ever felt yourself fragment—pieces of you scattering like pixels in a failing image?
Drop a word, emoji, or glitch of your own in the comments.
Let’s build this mosaic of broken beauty together.
🔗 Collect this drop on-chain to keep the bloom alive in your archive.
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