Archive for March, 2004

Go go

Saturday, March 20th, 2004

Patience itself must surely be a patient entity.
For time, it’s cousin, is met with smiles everytime.
A sunnah observed, a sunnah performed.

This will not be eloquent. This will be brief:

I’m moving again. This time, not cities, nor states. I’m flying out of DC to Lahore. Insha-allah, there I will be met by my mother, sister and monkey neice who surely misses her Waleed mamu when she remembers.

I’m not sure where I’m headed. I’m never sure when I move.
I just know that I have to walk confidently. Confident of my Rabb.

I have to run now.

Remembering Rachel Corrie

Tuesday, March 16th, 2004

“She had no stones to throw, no weapons to wield, only a young girl’s pure and idealistic heart for which she paid an exacting and irreplaceable price.”

Re-create, re-design, re-do, re-member

Monday, March 8th, 2004

I sit and stare at the screen, this orange burning site that lays infront of me.
and I don’t like it anymore, I don’t want to see it no more, I wish it no more.
I have changed, I have moved, I am dressing different, I am thinking different, I am being different, I am doing different, I am being I.

And I want to tear this down. I want to rip it apart with my bare hands, with my nails digging into the bricks of this existence. I want to smash it down, I want it to crash down, I want to go down to the very foundations of it and clash smash clatter smatter shatter together the metal, the bricks, the stone and let it all burn.
And start a fire that will reach to the skies itself.
Right through me, to the cries above.
Silent screams, screaming whispers and an uff like no other.

I’m going to change this, I swear by You.

It’s re-time.