half past nomad

Numbing it all.
Dumbing it down.
Fumbling along.
Grumbling not allowed.
Stumbling sometimes
Tumbling others.
Crumbling puny thoughts
Rumbling loud truths
Humbling steps.

In 40 hours, I will be far far away.

I’m going to many places, meeting many many people and doing quite a number of new things. It sounds amazing and it probably is. I just need to remember.

I need to remember who I am and what I stand for and what my values are. Because every place I’m going has a history and I’m not used to walking beaten paths and resetting history.

Life has taken me on a powerful journey, moving me from one place to another and allowing me to create experiences that were never before. Beatles takes me to the slopes of Maryland. DMB transports me to an old apartment. Save Tonight is Math B10 basement and WinAmp in Indiana. That torn bandana in that ancient satchel in my closet? Yeah I remember, I remember and forget it all.

In all of this, I have rarely had the opportunity to go back. My lines in the sand have remained untouched for ages/eons.

I’m going to some places I thought I would never see again and just the thought of them has brought me to my knees – Alhamdulilah. I’m going to some places I have avoided semi-earnestly and now almost there, I have to decide myself and make a few choices.

I’m not sure what’s going to happen to me on certain days and in certain places.

This isn’t cheesy or cliché: I am going to believe in myself and who I am. And the answers will come insha-Allah.

This is Waleed ibn Abdul Jameel, Muslim. I will see you soon insha-Allah.