half past nomad

I’m racing home at a 140kph and I find that fortunate. There have been times, many many times, when I have had nothing to go home to. Nothing and nobody. Empty rooms in an empty apartment. It’s hard to find meaning and motivation in something that sounds so hollow when you walk in. And so alone.

I’m racing home and I am grateful. There have been times, endless times it seemed, when I would be working late hours, and then a few more. I have worked all-nighters and spent nights walking the street. There was no rush, there was no need, there was no nothing. Made me wish I atleast had Sequel back with me (Sequel was the name of my 2nd cat in college).

I’m racing home and alhamdulilah alhamdulilah I am happy. I have two loving parents who adore me and I love them dearly. I have a wife I am pleased with and who is a comfort to my eyes. I have my musallah in my bedroom that I can always use. Verily, I am in great comfort.

Suddenly, driving that fast doesn’t seem appropriate anymore. A 350z roars by, changing 3 lanes in one move. It almost crashs in the rear. I think of giving it chase, to take its license plate number down and reporting it to the new traffic 800 tel#.

Instead I slow down. I have someplace to be, insha-allah. Somplace better.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, December 7th, 2005 at 8:19 pm and is filed under General Lee.