Welcome!

To whomever is unfortunate enough to come here, my name is Adil Mohyuddin, and I've decided to start a blog to commemorate my 20th birthday. I should've done this a long time ago, but hey, better late than never, no? Naturally, every blog has to have some type of gimmick so as to stick out from the rest of the hundreds of thousands of people out there, and while I won't be able to post suggestive pictures of myself or keep up with the latest in some type of news, people say I do have a lot of interesting stories to tell. So yes, expect lots of random stories about my life.

Here's a snippet from something I started working on not too long ago. It's still in the works, but at least it'll give you an idea of my writing style.

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The Goddamn Batman
By Adil Mohyuddin

Looking back, my favorite part was the cape. The way it flowed behind me, especially when I ran or jumped off of a ledge—that swoosh noise, normally reserved for a basketball game, as the mass of black fabric fluttered in a current of wind. Of course, I admired the rest of the costume, but the cape is what looked at me in the eyes each time when I decided to go on one of my masquerades.

Allow me to explain. I attended Augustana College my freshman year, which, in hindsight, wasn’t the best choice for me. People there didn’t take too kindly to my quirks and I still didn’t grasp the fact that more than half of the kids there were more interested in consuming large amounts of alcoholic beverages (or various forms of drugs) than getting a formal education. I’ll admit I was pretty naïve back then; it took me about three months to realize that “partying” didn’t involve much cake, ice cream or goodie bags…unless those were dimebags. Augustana and I got along about as well as a fly and a rolled up newspaper. I was truly alone on that campus at Rock Island, a lone chocolate chip in a gallon of vanilla ice cream.

Wednesdays were the worst…Wasted Wednesdays, rather. There was something about drinking something to the point where the dining hall pizza would end up in the middle of my dorm hallway in a chunky mess that really turned me off. But what was I to do for fun? Sure, playing video games was one way to pass the time, but since my slate had been wiped clean with high school graduation, I was trying my damndest not to give the image that I was a nerd. So instead, I decided to dress up like Batman.

In retrospect, it truly was the perfect solution to my loneliness. Batman was a lone wolf who had very few friends that knew him. While I wanted to fit in at Augustana, Batman became one with the darkness in order to uphold justice. And may I note that “Adil” is Arabic for “one who is just”? Ultimately, there was something inexplicable about wearing all black whilst the night sky blanketed my appearance that made me feel better about being so alone.

So as I opened my gigantic steel armoire (actually, a surplus storage unit refitted to be used as an armoire), the doors screeching as if a woman was being mauled every time the door moved, I cautiously removed my Batman costume, hidden underneath the tote I’d set up to hold my socks and underwear. It’s showtime.