but that was almost a year ago, that emad said that, and now these are days of hours spent streaming from lecture hall to seminar, surrounded by that many more dark thoughts and shadow-ridden eyes. hours later, home to a land where the gathering cold sheds gently yellowing autumn leaves, and "the things which i have seen i now can see no more".
today was the first jum'ah on campus i'd been to in about a year and a half. and tomorrow apparently is a leadershiptrainingworkshop deal as well as the makepovertyhistory march, neither of which i'll be seeing around. "eh, ma shi' haal."
there is probably a law against taking someone else's pictures, cutting out whitespace and the back of various female heads, and posting them on one's own vebsite. credits. but there is zacharia up-front, deliwering the khutbah.--
this the damascus sky. the cemetary in baab as-saghir, where many companions of the Prophet^s are buried. december04. dust to dust, ashes to ashes, blood to rust... but that these were people whose lives were filled with Light, to live forever in the glory of God.
