Nefisa's Archives - OCTOBER 2006

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DEC 21- Did you know that you can make anything art? It can't always be recorded and kept for future generations to enjoy, but in your mind it can be kept alive, just as it can in the stories you hopefully tell.

I have had a vivid image of myself sitting on a beach in Southern California for some time now. I have my big suitcase next to me, and there is no music in my ears, just the sounds of waves giving ideas to me. I also once had a vision of myself in Lands End (the most Westerly point in all of England) sitting overlooking infinity too, although I have thus far not had the opportunity to do that. Hopefully though, my Southern Californian vision will come true. I have been there before. My second novel is set there. I am in love with staring out at that Pacific Ocean. I have read books about it, and my imagination has often pondered upon the natives who would do that very same thing, stare out from the beaches, when Cali was part of Mexico, and even before that. My image also entailed me sitting there at night-time, with a fire blazing. I saw myself there, this me, the present me, sitting at night-time, ready to sleep, alone on a beach with fire, somehow content and happy. I'm sure it's illegal to start fires on beaches, but I've done many times before on Brighton beach in the UK. I am in passionate love with this idea, and carrying it out, living what I have envisioned, would be like a piece of high art to me.

Life for artists is living the imagination. Trying to reanimate the vision of imagination. Moving the painting.

Peace and love,
Y.Misdaq aka Yoshi

DEC 19- Hello there. I'm in North America again. I'll be travelling more in the nex week or so, quite far indeed, if God wills it. In the meantime, I have a review to share with you. It's the poetry book I was reading (which I mentioned in the previous update) and it's called 'I Imagine A Lion'. Check it out in the books sub-section of the CAKES (reviews) section. There will be more soon.

I hope everyone in the Western world is enjoying the lights. I got an e-mail from an old friend in Belgium today, and they have a totally different Christmas celebration there. Something to do with carrots, but I forget most of it. Also, two years ago I was in Venice for this time of year, and I found out about the 'Bafana' who is an evil witch who comes to steal the childrens presents. Which I thought was a funny thing to focus on as opposed to a big nice man in red who GIVES presents. Anyway, I hope you're feeling energized. I am proof-reading my book, and sorting out lots of paperwork for my publication, such as the ISBN number and all that malarkey. Malarkey means 'stuff' in England.

Oh yes, there's a new song updated on the website. It's quite amazing I think. I heard it yesterday, my cousin (diamondscepter) played me the album and I've been digging it quite a lot since then. The rapper is Holocaust, and the song is called God be with you, but the lyrics are anything but predictable, which is partly why this man is so fresh. I have been feenin' for some real fresh, different hip-hop of late, and this came at an unexpected, yet totally right time. Try to listen to the lyrics if you can make them out behind his interesting accent; they are artful, poetic, harsh, evocative and sometimes quite poignant. Lots of words there.

Take care. Y.

DEC 11- Welcome back to my website. I am busy attending to matters of life and travel, as always. Later this week I shall be travelling once again. I hope you enjoy the new front cover, it's a painting by Etienne Dinet, who is someone I'd much like to learn more about. I think after a long aversion to the language, the time has come for me to start learning French. Spanish was always my preference, but it's taken me three years to be very basically fluent in Spanish, so I should get started on learning French fairly soon. Here's a tip for you, if you have ideas, write them down, it makes them more concrete.

Things going on in my life that may be of slight interest to you:

I have been quoted on the back of the latest book by the Californian poet Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore. The book is here, and it's quite a sweet little tale, although I am personally reading 'I Imagine a Lion' which is another of his works, more adult and strictly poems, which I'd certainly reccomend madly. I attended an evening of poetry on Friday, and will do so again tomorrow, Monday night, and will hopefully catch up with this interesting man and exchange some ideas on poetry, self-publishing and spirituality. Wouldn't that be nice? Yes.

On another upwards turning note, I am being filmed for a documentary. A talented film-maker from Japan has deemed me interesting enough to be the subject of her short film, and I have grown accustomed to having a camera following me around. My gig (see previous update below) was also filmed for this film. The gig went excellently by the way. It reminded me how much I love hip-hop. I love hip-hop music very passionately.

Also, my novel is just a month or so away from publication. Whilst I am on away I will be attending to the absolute final details, and perhaps creating a website for it too. Be warned that I shall also have a launch party I think. Which I'll expect members of the British Isles to attend. Yes, you can expect quite a lot of noise about my first book, the title of which I shall reveal in due course. I've been working on it for over three years, and regular visitors to this site will have gotten used to me talking about it (as well as my second novel!)

On a final note, I have been handing out mix-cd's to random people over the last few days. Some people who seem to me to have good hearts. There's nothing better than random gifts, being able to do special things takes no time at all. I am giving a book to someone tomorrow.

Please check back soon, as there will be some new content on the site. As for now, content yourself with musing around and, to end with, I shall type up something which I read whilst at work today. I jotted it down on scrap paper, here it is;

'The noble [person] walks with the monkish heart within him, and his eyes see things which saints in their cells see too, and he is unastounded. His lips are not lips that smile.'

Peace and much love,
Y.Misdaq aka Yoshi.

DEC 04- I will update this website for December soon, but tonight I just wanted to let everyone in the Brighton-area know that I have a live show coming up on Tuesday night. It is not new material that I will be performing, but songs from my previous album.

The reason for this random appearance is that a friend asked me, and because it's for charity ( http://www.concern.net/indexL.php ) so if anyone wants to come, there are far worse ways to spend 3.50 (that's the student price, I think it's 4 pounds for others). The performance will be at the VOLKS TAVERN which is on the sea-front towards Kemp-town, and it kicks off at 8:30. I can't guarantee I won't make quite a few mistakes, because it's been over a year since my last show, but whatever happens I am doing it for the bigger picture, not the small, nerve-wracking one. Peace and love. Y.

NOV 26- Second update of the day, and it is a REAL update for a change. It has been far far too long since I wrote anything for the CAKES (reviews) section. I have told myself that I would write a review for many good books that I have read in the last 6 months, quite a few albums that I've liked too, but after I saw this film, and again made the mental note to write a review for nefisa, I knew I couldn't ignore it. The direct link to the film review is here, or just click on the CAKES section to go to where all the reviews are, check out the new quote, and so on.

I do hope you read the whole thing (because I wrote the whole thing!)
Peace and much love, Y.

NOV 26- Last night I had a long dream. I went to sleep listening to Oliver Stone talking over a directors commentary track of the film Alexander. I like Oliver Stone's directors commentaries, I must have heard the one for Wall Street three times. Anyway, in this dream, which slowly developed, I was walking in an airport like place, into this huge area, and there was a succession of huge revolving doors, similar to the one they have in, I believe, Stanstead airport (like this) but actually it was MUCH BIGGER, and I got in there with a guy I knew from school called Bobby Rawat, who is actually a DJ, and I was telling him (we were talking in exactly the same way we used to talk, as 12 or 13 year olds walking home from school after the bus-ride) I was telling him how I hated these revolving doors because I dreaded the fear of getting my head stuck and being decapitated. In fact we had gone through two doors by now, and on the first door I jumped in the mini-section ahead of my friend, so we were seperated by glass, and I had to suspend our conversation until afterwards. Then we walked inside this building after all this, and even though I got the impression was still huge, I was walking mostly through small coridoors and maybe also a lift. I don't remember this part as well. Then as I was approaching my destination inside the building, I suddenly realised what I was there to do. I was about to perform! And then, there it was, the stage, like a huge theatre, all wooden, but extremely big, I was looking at it from the attic, the balcony. I think I told my friend (who was now someone else, a lady, but also dark-skinned as though she could have been Mauritian, as my friend Bobby is) and if I told her, or if I thought it, I can't remember, but I was nervous. And she wasn't, she was used to it, it felt as though we were just going to another day at work, and I got the impression that I was going to be acting in a play, yes, and then I said to her, laughing slightly, that I used to want to be an actor (which is true). I was nervous. Then I believe, as I got onto the huge stage floor, I woke up. After I woke up I realised that I might be late for work, so I grabbed a phone which had vibrated a few moments before, and looked at the time. There was also a text message for me, it had been sent from Iran, from a great friend of mine, and it said this, it SAYS this, as I read it to you now- "Hey good morning. just woke up now n all i remember from last night dream is U SINGING ON THE STAGE. It was a really nice dream n ur music in my dream was great."

And I got all kinds of feelings of amazement running through my body. I thought how this was almost too strange, and I felt like asking my friend if all the details of this stage were the same as they were in my dream. It is amazing. And in three minutes, I will be late for work. So peace, peace, peace. Y.Misdaq aka Yoshi.

NOV 21- I am going to be away for four days, as we speak I am burning an album called 'ys' by a harp player, I wonder if it will be good, I've never heard anything about her. So let's play a game, each day for the next four days, take a notepad or a piece of paper with you and keep it in your pocket, wallet, whatever. And each day, before you leave your place of work or study, write a sentence or two of what you would consider to be POETRY. It can be absolutely anything, it can even be a single word that is going around in your head, or it can be three sentences, I don't care. I just want to see if you can do it, that's all. I really believe this, that we all need to be in touch with our creative sides just as we need to be in touch with our common sense, our bodies, our spiritual sides and our intellectual sharpness, we have to keep ourselves as sharply tuned as possible, and as well balanced in as many different ways as we can. There's absolutely nothing wrong with stretching yourself. There's no sin in trying something different. You don't even have to tell anyone that you've done it, just do it for yourself.

On a final note (C-major) I would like to add that the humans forum, which is the official forum of this website, has been taken over by SPAM robots. They have various names and are all quite boring really. One feels sorry for them. Anyway, I'm going to leave them to it for a while, I quite like seeing so many people posting on my forum, even if they're not sentient beings with emotions. It's also a bit like an overgrown garden or an unkempt beard. If you want my opinion, all beards should be unkempt, but perhaps not all gardens should be allowed to overgrow. Sometimes it's fun to be in a jungle though. And on that note (still C-Major) I'll say goodnight.

Y.Misdaq aka Yoshi.

ps- remember, one paper, one pen, write something, whilst you're out there in the world.

NOV 18- I have here an article for all British citizens. It's regarding our government and the use of weapons of human destruction. It's by George Monbiot, and I couldn't help wondering as I read this, how nice it would be for someone to put a question to one of the weasels in our government with regards to this article... Anyway, check it, if that doesn't interest you then here's another one I liked, by the same author. Peace, Y.

NOV 17- Here's a film you should watch. I don't know how they got it online, but they did. It's called Baraka, and whilst I don't personally rate it as highly as some of the director's past work, it's still stunning and magnificent. You have to fiddle around with the google player until you can get FULL SCREEN to work, because it's bad enough watching it online with the deteriorated quality, but to not watch it in full screen would be like a crime, or a bad thought at least. I bought this film as a present for a friends birthday a few months ago, it's a good present, but I never saw it until two days ago. Anyway, watch it if you have time to relax. It's inspiring. Peace, Y.Misdaq aka Yoshi.

NOV 16- Here's a good piece from one of the best papers out there, it's an interview with Ramsey Clark about much of the US politics and policies surrounding the Iraq war, and it's very readable. Peace, Y.

NOV 14- Here's good stuff, after you've read the first article (which was the first thing that caught my eye) go and read the Chavez speech below it (if you didn't see it already at the UN)... he makes references to Noam Chomsky, Alfred Hitchcock and most wonderfully, Cuban singer/songwriter Silvio Rodriguez, but what he has to say about the people of the world, American 'democracy' and the UN are what the speech is really about, and it really is worth reading. Get it. Peace, y.

NOV 13- Whenever I put myself into the minds of people from Palestine, this is what I imagine; a kind of resigned pain, defeated and astounded, and wounded. This article flows out of my mind because in a way, I always knew this was how people would react to such horrors. It's also an excellent piece of writing, so I'm suggesting you read it. Peace and love over-arching, Y.Misdaq aka Yoshi.

NOV 12- After a 9-hour shift at work (where I wore a vest today) I came home and painted in silence for a few hours. My mother is visiting from America, she cooked me some wonderful Afghan food that only a mother can cook, whereupon I felt whole again. I don't talk when I'm painting, which is lovely. As I said to my mother last night "It's not creative, it's skilful!" that's how I presently feel about painting, it's the only thing I have in my life that I would classify as a hobby, something I don't do for the people, or my own career, but just for personal enjoyment. God, I miss that. But, God-willing, painting won't be a hobby in the future, because the thought just struck me that my music, my writing, and even my first forays into film-making with my fathers video-camera, all started out as hobbies that a bored housebound kid did to entertain himself. And those three art-forms have all turned into viable creative outlets for me now. Is it such a dream to make a living from your art? It becomes less a dream each day. Because each day I am more and more involved, I am stoking the fire continuously, reading book after book and consuming picture after picture, taking in every mood and scene, pumping fresh sound-perspectives into my ears before sleeping. There was a time when I had this vague notion in the back of my head that I might still end up doing something normal with my life, working a more normal job. This was something I could realistically imagine because I was quite smart, still am hopefully. But it's got to the point that I don't remember the last time I had a day-dream/fantasy about me being a success in some more normal profession, I don't even want to name an example like lawyer or doctor, because they're just so alien to me now that even saying them seems perverse. That's the double truth, ruth. There's only thing I imagine and have imagined for the last three or four years, and that's the social artist.... being a teacher is quite 'normal' isn't it? And that goes hand-in-hand with being skilled in anything, art included. So teacher, maybe a teacher/lecturer is something I can still imagine myself doing! yes. Well, I'm listening to Neil Young now, I was listening to Otis Redding 5 minutes ago.

Anyway, I also wrote a poem just now. I can't be bothered to put it in the poetry section, so here it is, fat and uncensored, like an American watching television.

Curl backwards,
Retreating indoors, coiling up like a snake,
A beaten bear licking it's wounds, more like.
But inside I still rattle.
Inside my witches still howl at the moon with delirium.
Inner-self I smile with knowledge of moon-turn-sun, bad-come-good.

So touch me not, comfort me naught, speak to me zero.
Man bubbles effervescently, self-sufficient and resurgent,
Always surging, resurfacing with a smile, a smile one age older than the last,
Eyes one year older,
Youth less fresh,
Knowledge firmer,
Skin looser.

peace, Y.Misdaq aka Yoshi

ps- if someone wanted advice from me at this moment, I'd tell them to ching and ping their life like a champage glass being flicked by a womans hard, long, red nail. PINGGGGGG. hear the echo.. .

On another note (e minor) the beatles sang a song called 'ps- i love you' that's nice!

NOV 07- Here is a good article from indymedia about the youth riots/uprisings in France last year. Also, I touched a tree and laughed on the way home. Cold air came out of my mouth. Why? Because it's winter-time. I often touch trees in this way, it makes me happy. Peace, Y.

NOV 06- Welcome to nefisa. read all about it.

This month is going to be a difficult one to chronicle. My time spent updating this website is somewhat limited because of the overwhelming commitments of work and the unfortunate human limitations that the work puts on you (sleep, rest etc.)

This months front-page art comes from William Blake, who I have begun looking at with wonderful curiosity in the last month. This I owe to the poet Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore, who passed on his enthusiasm for Blake to me. The story that the painting is based on was of the King Nebuchadnezzar, and his fall from grace, from a King to a madman. The way it was told had such an impact on me- which I found quite suprising since I have grown up with stories and films relating this 'rags to riches' (and vice versa) tale. But for whatever reason, a brief description of that story, and then this amazing painting, had a huge effect on me. Perhaps the sub-human depiction in this painting scares me so much for the same reason that Dan Akroyd's depiction of a drunken Santa Claus in the film 'Trading Places' makes me laugh so much, so hysterically, because when things are done with a real conviction, they work. That's all good art is in many ways- believing very strongly in what you are doing- even if it's mad, it works, you just need to have that conviction, to believe it yourself. The morning after reading the story and seeing this watercolour painting for the first time (this was during Ramadhan, last month) whilst in a strange mood, on a coach, I wrote one of the most visceral, dark poems I had ever written. I chose not to share it, but it was strong. It was done with conviction.

This months song, to contrast that, is quite beautiful. Tim Buckley sings Song to the Siren. It's a lovely moment, go and look up the lyrics if you can't understand them.

In the meantime, I spend my time staring at screens, often for creative reasons, often for work. At work this week, staring at screens, I have further developed ideas for my third novel, which was borne earlier in the Spring of this year whilst in Virginia. As for the publication of my very first novel, the printing and other such things are being discussed, but I still envisage it being a good few months away from completion. So patience is your virtue.

Should you want to find out more about the legend of King Nebuchadnezzar as related in the book of Daniel and subsequently, William Blake, then click here. For a good historial primer on who he really was, check this out.

I have written on my hand three things, I shall share them with you.

Nigel Osbourne, composer, music- kids in middle east.
Somerset.
Monkey sanctuary.

Check back for more links and stinks in the next few days. Peace and love,
Y.Misdaq aka Yoshi.

ps- I made a 5 minute film, once I figure out how to get it on the internet I will do so and you'll see it.

OCT 30- It's still black history month here in the UK, this is an important piece of literature/film, check it out. Peace,Y.

OCT 27- It is the funeral of Alia Ansari in 30 minutes. I wanted to link this obituary up regardless, because it was beautiful and it reminded me of home, and of the Afghan spirit which is so familiar to me. Stuck far away from my own family, things like this serve to remind me of the best side of my people, and it gives me joy. I'd encourage anyone in the Fremont (Calfornia) area to go down to the funeral service. People are dying every second of every day, lives are changing. The Prophet Muhammad would always visit the sick. There are many great benefits in doing so of course, one of which is to remind us all that we're only one step away, and to live good, productive lives before that step reaches us. Peace, Y.Misdaq.

OCT 24-

"I still believe 'All you need is love' but I don't think just saying it is enough."

Eid Mubarak to everyone celebrating it today or yesterday and tomorrow. I will write a retrospective of this month in my Ramadhan Project perhaps on Friday if I have the time and capability to update it from my University. I am so tired of running, but at least I woke up this morning, that means I have to find more energy, and I will. If you're alive, it's incumbent upon your heart to find energy that transforms grey life into colour. You have no choice in this matter, although you think you do, you think it's okay to be groggy and miserable, but it's not, it's not allowed. You are a lucky dog and life is ending soon, whether it be in dog, cat, horse or human years, life is short. Peace, Y.

OCT 20- Here's another superb link, one that maketh me proud of the world, the good people in the world who are willing and eager to help other cultures preserve their beauty. I will also add it to the links section, but here, just check it out. Perhaps unexpectedly, I found the 'jobs' section one of the most inspiring things on the website... I've already quoted that line from the Tarkovsky film 'Nostalghia' where the 'crazy' man says "There are no masters left and that's what's wrong with the world!" And for me, there's nothing more tragic than knowledge dying with a wo/man without first being passed on to another. I'm currently reading Karen Armstrong's biography on Buddha and it's brought up this issue of preserving knowledge, preserving small details, something which I try really hard to do in my own life... You have to wonder how entire cultures can just dissappear, how cities can just be washed over and forgotten, as great as they once were (I was just talking to a sister about how Greece was almost entirely Islamic, and likewise southern Italy, but because of the rage with which the later rulers wiped out their supposedly 'shameful' past, no one ever talks about those civilisations anymore). But despotic rulers apart, if people (artists, historians, community leaders, businessmen, everyone) don't make that extra effort to preserve their culture, then it will fade away. Like everything in life, it requires effort and work (and sacrifice) that's why this tuquoise mountain foundation is so heartwarming, I thank nefi-13, O, for passing along the link to me. Peace for today, Y.Misdaq.

OCT 16- Hello again. I have updated the links page (access it at the bottom of this screen) with a few more good links, one was sent to me just this morning, about fur clothes, another comes from Grace Jones, another is a music website called Neumu, the dropping knowledge website, which is very importante, and finally (I had forgotten to link to this all this time...) Banksy's website, which I think everyone should see. That is all! Peace and forwards, Y.

OCT 10- Welcome to October on nefisa. I am updating this from a place where there is no internet, so this will not appear online until the 11th of October. This is an arts website, it is updated daily or weekly, and every month there's a new song and new artwork on the front cover (the front cover is what you see when you type in www.nefisa.co.uk). This months front cover is from a great artist who not enough people pay attention to nor talk about because spirituality happens to be something which is not that valued here in the west. Henry Ossawa Tanner was a very spiritual dude, and some of his paintings are really quite shocking. I'd love to see one of them in person one day.

The main thing going on in nefisa thesedays is the Ramadhan project (read all about it). It has now passed over the halfway mark (I just did day 17, although you won't see it until day 18 because of the lack of internet right now!) and every day there has been something interesting happening to me and my mind. Thankfully, most of it has all been recorded, and I feel like this is a great blessing. I could only do something like this in a month like this, when one is so in touch with his own physical weakness, meekness, and thus his true source of strength becomes all the more apparent. Come nightfall, if I have not updated the project, I often worry that I will not be able to add anything, and yet each time something happens, some small miracle, a motion-pulse of inspirational electrons rushing from brain to fingers.

For those who are not bothered about my project, which is quite a few of you, I have something else to share. In November 2005 I took a trip in a train across North America. I call it my freedom flight, partially in tribute to Shuggie Otis, and partially because it was a very important time for me in initiating a thought process that was focused on getting free, spiritually. Anyway, as you'd expect I met a few people along the way. One of them was Brianna Olson, whom I sat next to for the first part of my journey (D.C. to Chicago, where she got off) I let her burn a copy of my second album, 'Flowers & Trees' to her mac powerbook, and we took a long walk through, in and around downtown Chicago- since the train was stopping there for five hours. Bri was a film-maker, like me, and thus we had a lot to discuss. She also had the peoples History of the United States by Howard Zinn in her bag, bulging out of it, I noticed that when she was asleep, before we got to talking. Things like that can make you feel good about someone before you even met them, even if you were never to meet them. None of that matters much except to say that I found her an intelligent and cool person. We've kept in touch since then, at least every 6 months or so, and 10 days ago she e-mailed me about a short film she had made, an interesting thing she had done. It's pretty self-explanatory, so I shall let you watch it. Enjoy it, I really, really did.

Also, for any out there who caught my second LP, the penultimate track 'No-one can, will', echoes sentiments which I came across in the form of this article, which I saw the other day. It's a good article, and there's one linked at the bottom about getting out of comfort zones which is also something I totally dig and endorse. Read them both if you like, they're short and effective propaganda pieces for the betterment of mankind. Man is kind when he wants to be.

As for this months song, I've sat on a train next to the man who sung it, Nick Cave, because he now lives, and I believe, records, in Brighton. It's a song which I loved when I was younger, from the Batman Forever soundtrack. Not a great film, but this song really caught me, even though I was relatively narrow in my listening pleasures back then. I bought the album primarily for a Method Man song which appeared on it. Not a great song by Meth either. This one however, Nick Cave's one, really caught me, as I say. What he did with his voice, the way he shook it, and what he was saying, it was good, it was also quite dated in a way, almost corny, and mixed with his delivery, which was nervy and intense, like some hybrid hip-hop flow from another universe, it just made for a very interesting song. When I spit the lyric (on the title track of my LP 'Flowers & Trees') "There's a light that shines" I believe it was the influence of this song, the ghost of this song, playing on me and in me, subconsciously. I wanted to tell him that when I sat next to him on the train, but I was mentally engulfed on that day, so I said nothing and just enjoyed listening to him talking to his sweet children and wife, pointing things out as the train sped along to London. Another memory that just hit me; listening to this song again and again one night in Dijon, France, trying to get my older brother to appreciate just what it was that was such genius. That was the first time I had really noticed it actually. I couldn't do it though, although I think my bro enjoyed seeing my enthusiasm for it. Perhaps I still can't put my finger on where the genius of this song lies, but it's subjective anyway, so I'm just happy to share it, and I hope no one sues me.

Keep checking back in the next few days for more updates. Peace,

Y.Misdaq aka Yoshi.

OCT 03- Apologies to everyone expecting an update. I am about to catch a train and move into a new flat for University, I hope you'll understand that whilst I'll do my best to update more tonight (I am taking this computer with me) I may not get around to it, so please don't beat me up.

As for the project, the ongoing project, I am putting a big link up to it here.

See? I have just done a song, it's afternoon now and I've missed my train because this song came to me. I also forgot to pack my clothes and belongings this morning because this song took up all my time. The recording of it took up my time. Actually I wrote it very quickly, you can read more infomation if you want- just click the project above and go to the bottom of the page, to day 10! Needless to say this song is todays update for the project, as today is my 10th day of fasting during this wonderful month of Ramadhan. I don't have a title for the song, although I toyed with calling it, 'On the 10th day of Ramadhan my true Lord gave to me, this:' But I think for the moment we'll just call it 'Ramadhan 10'. It was done in the second take and it's by no means wonderful, but it's still wonderful, so enjoy it for what it has. Peace and love, Y.Misdaq.

ps- I saw this a few days ago and I fell in love with it: 'THE PAST IS PROLOGUE'