and then our exile

Short minutes before we left Wuddistan our good brother Muntaka Sh*h implored me to visitate at le globblog whilst unhome. Surprising by any account, further as we rarely know one another any more, problems in accommodating his heart’s desire are only exacerbated by a variable hiatus. Nonetheless, "i aim to please", and so approach this arduous task with determination. Typing at oulde laptop with Tafelmusik at Oma’s desk, red geraniums Noor and Usman frolic outside the window. And some people planting things. i wouldn’t mind a job like that.

Since last liaison--1) incoherent one-dimensional emails without further discussion make one feel "shut up already, Basit". 2) ALWAYS DO YOUR WORK LONG BEFORE A DEADLINE. CAFFEINE IS NOT THE HOLY REDEEMER. 3) hyper-craziness of all-nighter days on end makes for some truly strange physical sensations, including dizziness metallic skin-sheens and raccoons. 4) sleep is a nae’mah we misregard. We are selfish ingrates (cf. refrain of al-Rahman): we must weep. Seriously. 5) my capacity for deen-suicide is disgusting. Time rushes fright'ningly on. 6) why was J*mes Taylor on the radio? Not the piece what makes me cough, but hmm. 7) it’s the battle of the banks! take that, RBC! kaboom! B-M-O! B-M-O!

On Thursday no one was home and I’d been working all night, so to keep own-self awake had turned up sound and was yelling in time with everything from Jarre to Workman. Voice was all scratchy and wae off-key and it was very funny. Oh, and Someone, being uncatholic, tells me I can’t blame her but must instead aim at “That Jack Guy” on Hallelujah leading to partial insanity. So. Friday was once more at the masjid where I had so many beautiful times in my young-days (this whole city is kind of like that) and at my Uncle Harry’s farm many-laughs and watermelon. Just yesterday Phillip and I were digging the moat around his fort, regaling one another with tales of our future. (i live too much in the past--perhaps because my internal vista is so grae, separate dichotomies tearing me apart? Anyways, du’a inshaAllah and brightness shall ensue.) Yesterday was the massive family-people gathering. Dynamics and o happy bocciness (=no auntyeyeover).

Nothing of real import in news-times, just that I am a few hundred kilometers from home. i have gotten into the habit of making faces and wiggling fingers at people when they are on the phone. Noor bribes me to do things with chocolate. i think we come to Saskatoon to eat a lot. i will come back huge. Today is for riverwalk and a movie; tomorrow is a lot more driving, and another week of horror.

i resume my goodbye: anticipate a week and a half, and we shall have goodtimes-lovage once more. Good morning Heisenberg.