- farooq, frankfurt airport, aug25.04
i did not cry when i left edmonton last year. but a few days ago, leaving damascus.
the day finally came, when i packed six bags into the back of abu 'adnan's suzuki and squeezed in beside tahseen on the way to the airport. in dubai i talked to a contractor who sells useless things to american soldiers on base, and in london i drank coffee and wrote, amusedly watching the englisch-speaking people around me. on the way to calgary the man next to me spends his time in oil fields, and getting through customs was a gloryblessing from God. and then exhausted, to wuddistan, to home.
i prayed last jum'ah in Ummawi, and afterwards sat by shaikh muhammad and had tea with some naqshbandis.
i prayed this jum'ah at the MCE, and afterwards recognized a few people and walked around with zacharia.
when you do not have a family you forget what it is to have a family.
it is so cold in this land, and green. and sunlight shining through leaves of trees, and pancakes, and usman is almost three.
