Sea

The world pours around me, blinding me with its lights and motion and sheer brilliant movement. I sat on my balcony this morning, reading Qur'an, and could see the thousands of sand-coloured apartment buildings stretching away into the distance as the sun beat down its rays, sending warning of summer. It seemed I was still in a desert, only a desert full of people and cars and buildings. The only consolation was the occasional kite (not toy-kite, hawk kite) soaring above, flying far above the ordinary and normal.

Before that I was drowning in another kind of sea, a black and white kind. Various ministers, prime ministers, presidents and other species of the jam'a ghair aqil stared up at me with their fake smiles as I slammed my gaze against the articles, hoping somehow to find a way through. I did manage to read one article..."Laughter, the Magic Cure". A little ironic, I would think.

I didn't have class today because someone in my teacher's family died. Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un. Mustafa was overjoyed because I now longer had any excuses left...the bathroom was awaiting in all its beauty. I am also going to try to get some clothespins before all our clothes flutter freely in the wind. insha'allah.

If we could see the end results of things, we would act a lot differently.

We would pull the hair out of the drain every day.

~Ameer

p.s. Okay that was disgusting even I admit it, but the small things are the ones that are by far the most important.