My field of vision blurs as life roars ahead. I cannot imagine that my four and half months are up, that this is it, I'm going back. I'm waking up now after my dream, that period between sleep and wakefulness where you want to do both. Fear dominates my horizons; will all the work I've put it in go to waste where I go back to land where the bakers do not speak to me in the language of paradise? Will I forget?

Will I forget what I've learnt? Will I go back to being the same as I was, the little kid who wanted to stay in Canada so that he could play soccer all summer? Will I actually now take what I've learnt and apply it, use it like I've dreamed of?

Insha'allah.

Labayk Allahumma labayk.

~Ameer