and then our exile

waakhasratan lil-fata sa'atan
ya'ishuha ba'da awidda'ihi

'umruhu law kana fi kaffihi
rama bihi ba'da ahibba'ihi

not entirely appropriate for an 'umrah trip, hm. but recently found where i'd been copying out pieces of poetry i'd memorized in sham, there it was.

z: i'm taking my laptop. you should bring yours. [though you don't have one.]
b: laptop of the heart!

wrapping up things. iA leaving in a half a day, ish. "can one man fit in a nomad life" and oh, i need to pack.

b: i'm going to miss my hair after 'umrah.
f: ha. right, so [talks of something else]
b: farooq. i just said, i'm going to miss my hair.
(to s: you have an inconsiderate husband.)
s: it's ok. i feel your pain.

am making a list of things to write about when i have time/get back/etc.

shaykh muhammad's in madinah. !! and i have an excuse to approach him, instead of being a random person ("remember me?").

have a full day in NYC (well, jfk) on the way back - any ideas on touristy things to do?