Of Planes And Prayer

Those who know me well would know I had an intense fear or flying which I developed after a turbulent flight. 

When forced to fly, I would be paralysed in my seat, I couldn’t eat, it took me ages to get from my seat to the toilet as I inched step by step, every bump in the air would skyrocket my heart beat, I couldn’t look out the window. 

It’ll be the same whether it’s a 45 minute local flight or a 13 hour flight to Europe, whether it’s a 747 or an Airbus, whether it’s Malaysian Airlines or British Airways. 

If I had to go through that recent Air Asia flight washing machine malfunction, I would probably seriously collapse from anxiety or worse. 

It’s not about faith or trust or redha. Trust me, I don’t think my thoughts or prayer to The Almighty would  be as crystal clear as it would be in any other situation. 

What I need from the pilot is absolute calmness which is what they ate trained to behave. And from the recordings I have heard, that calmness was not there. 
Maybe some people would find it reassuring to hear the Captain day what was said.
I know I won’t be and that does not make me any less of a believer. 

Ps. I’m less of a basket case now when it comes to flying. It doesn’t mean I am less fearful. I think it means I am more accepting of fate and more reliance on Allah AWJ. 

Those Who Do And Those Who Do Not

There are people who watch and there are those who do. Those who watch will always know what others should do. Those who do it despite the possibility of failure and of defeat. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but surely one day they will succeed.

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.”

Teddy Roosevelt

10 Years Of Blogging By Reza Ali

It finally happened.

Over the last 10 years, I have kept quite a few blogs at WordPress, tumblr, and wix. They had a different focus and represented different parts of my life:

  • Reza Ali Reactivated on Triathlons
  • The Right Eye on Photography
  • Rezaali Tumblr on Islam

I felt that now is a good time for me to consolidate everything into one blog. It took awhile but it’s finally happened. In the last 2 days I imported all blogs into this one and now have over 850 posts stretching as far back as Oct 2007 where I wrote my first Hello World.

I can’t remember writing some of these posts so it’s wonderful to rediscover things. I will now focus all my writing to this blog.

Let me know if you have a blog. I would love to cruise through it one day.

My short lived career as a photographer 

I considered myself as an above average photographer wanting to master the craft and art of photography. People see my pictures and immediately assumed I’m a professional photographer. My career as a professional photographer lasted for about a year when I found myself starting to take photos that I didn’t believe in. When I found myself sacrificing my artistic integrity for money,  I had to quit.


I wanted to do something for the sake of mastery. To understand what it means to be committed to technical excellence. What correction without invalidation means. 

At the end of the day,  the journey of mastery in photography was so fulfilling despite the ‘sell out’ I became for a while.

I miss photography