and then our exile

The car keys are found! (My dear mother's pair have been missing for some time.) Except, they were found in the pocket of my winter jacket. ^_^
Ergo, I currently dissociate myself from all having anything remotely to do with that jacket or any subsidiaries thereof.

This morning spent half an hour trying to recapture dreams in two parts before finally going to make wudhu. Today was host to some delicious and warming apple_cinnamon tea in a bigbig mug, at a time (i'd decided to ski in Sherwood Park. People smiled at me because of it, but it was -17 and for some reason i was wearing a lightweight jacket on top of the thinnest tshirt i have.) when i was much cold. In fact, i arrived in briar-bramblewood beginning to ask myself if Reyno's is contagious. A lucrative visit, Naomi Klein and a book-cd, except as i forgot the Camus_song. Enjoyed the park behind Farooq's, losing track of time, and at his house late though it was okay: he was asleep, having worked till Fajr. ^_^ (I haven't worked since mid-November.) Woke him up, to be greeted with complaints of late partying. At any rate.. spent most of the morning laughing at Azhar Usman (scroll down to August 6th.) and taking in both ends of the Muslim social spectrum. Made salad, ate lunch, played with Usmanwonderfullybeautifullygreat, miscellany, Qur'an and Arabic classes, and now am about to go walking under the moon, write, and sleep.
Tomorrow morning, I begin schoolwork. inshaAllah. Wish me well. Bismillah.

(i've also been asked to write an article on the moon for the Muslim Minute. ^_^)
writing=clothes.
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And as for those who have attained to faith in God and hold fast unto Him--He will enfold them within His grace and bounty, and guide them unto Himself by a straight way. (an-Nisaa:174)