and then our exile

Just finished The Autobiography of Malcolm X. I'd meant to read it for a while, and the planted seed was nourished by a conversation with Ibrahim Daniels of CAIR-Can and Malcolm Az*nia/Minister_Fa*st, on the day of the press conference at the MCE. Read last night till 12.30 and began again right after Fajr. All I can say, really, is that he not only is a personal "hero" but also gives me hope in a world that is very much messed.

I am also ready to argue with anyone not subscribing to his activist approach to life. He's eclipsed MLK, whatever Muntaka says. All must read the book. As in, seriously.
also: http://www.malcolm-x.org/
and: http://www.cmgww.com/historic/malcolm

On another note, silhouettes enrapture me. Of trees, I mean. Against red night sky. Last night was ... "amazing".
This morning, too: cloud-bursts of shifting, tenuous light framed by branches. The sky is Sky: kiss the sky.