and then our exile

Saturday, November 23, 2002 at 10:57 a.m.

a glorious grey day.. the kind of day wherein one needs to go to one's desk & write...
...my room is in chaos, desk covered with everything from bank statements to german hw to passport photos...and i have loads of work to do. i am now officially sick and tired of being on the computer. which explains why i'm here. :/ i need to finish a critique on auto-da-fe [of canetti], write an article for the "muslim minute"--, finish a social module and do math...all that before tomorrow afternoon. if i finish beforehand i must pack for i'tikaaf, memorize ~20 ayahs of al-Insaan, clean my room, update my booklog, work on the CIS website, do half the unit on chemistry, [etc].. the list just goes on. argh.

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on a different note... i'm in love w/ Creation. :) i mean... subhanALLAHu ta'ala... came back from 20min/half an hour in the bush. just wonderful. hoarfrost everywhere.... i jogged out to the lake in the middle of the nature reserve.. wasn't sure how thick the ice was, but spread my weight [ie, lay down] & pushed [paddled? swam? skidded?] myself over to the centre... just wonderful. i lay there looking at the sky for a while. then started to get cold so came back.. walking through the spruce forest. may ALLAH swt forgive me for running through there as i did... i mean, i was quite careful not to break down too much, but wherever the destructive hand of man goes, disaster follows... iA it will be okay. :)
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ah! just looked at the time... 11:00 already!!!!! :| :| :| :-/
i need to get to work. make du'a that i can use my time constructively & efficiantly!!!
basit