I find it tremendously hard to focus these days. As I sit here, in the Nordic Bakery in Soho, London, I remember my thoughts about writing in coffee shops – how invigorating people I knew used to find the smell of freshly ground coffee in the morning as they hid themselves in the deep recesses of dark coffee shops while the sun shone outside. I was always more of a sunshine person, the warmth on my skin, like a blanket enveloping me as I faced the world outside. Come to think of it, I was always an “outside” person, I would stand under an umbrella in the rain, outside. I would watch snow fall in a ski jacket, outside. I was never built for the coffee shop.
But somehow, today, I find myself in a coffee shop. There’s a very large latte to my right, adjacent to the laptop on which I write, to my left is a picture – I’ll tell you about it one day. With any luck, I will explain it the way I wish I can. I write a lot, in recent days, I’ve written even more, always for myself. I smell the coffee next to me and it gives me what I have been craving, so desperately, for the last few weeks – focus. I sip the coffee, to my great surprise, it truly is invigorating.
So, in this temporary reprieve of mental stability, let me introduce you to this blog. Have you ever watched the movie, Chef? If not, I suggest you do. If you have, I suggest you watch it again. This is my food truck. I will have my own food truck one day, when a career, a non-restrictive visa situation, when all the operational difficulties of life aren’t a factor anymore. Until then, I hope I can serve you my words.
The name of this blog is Iman. Iman means faith. To me faith is belief. Not just belief in the power of the universe, it’s ability to resonate back to you. It is also my belief in myself, in the power that I possess to cause change. Whether it is to end conflict in the world, to achieve my goals, or, perhaps, to win back a heart. Faith is a sweet, sweet poison, it permeates every inch of you, it binds with your soul. As much as I wish I could take credit for this, I remember someone telling me about a quote by Victor Hugo,
“Where the telescope ends, the microscope begins. Which of the two has the grander view?”
Victor, you beautiful bastard.
Iman is about the telescope – my long term vision, and the microscope – my self, my best self. And the faith to achieve both.