Haiku Ambulance

A piece of green pepper
fell
off the wooden salad bowl:
so what?

- Richard Brautigan

Missing you dearly

And here

"In the same way that we would not sit in front of a lake and comment on...how much sewage is being dumped in that lake...due to the abundance of water, we should not comment on the faults of a another Muslim due to the abundance of iman."
- Shaykh Husain Abdul Sattar -- "Pearls of Purity"

Colorado (part 1)

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

After the rigorous but rewarding studies at school, we had a break from school for two weeks at the beginning of this month. I considered where to stay during the break. My parents have said that if I go back to stay with them, they'll charge me rent. I coonsidered some friends' houses but I'd be too much of a burden. Thus, I thought the most logical way to take advantage of this time off would be to wander in the wilderness of the mountains of Colorado.

Several months before, I began acquring the necessary supplies to make my trip successful including:

a tent





a 20 degree sleeping bag






and a pocketrocket stove.





I departed on June 6th after Darul Hikmah Academy and was dropped off by some guy at the local airport.

Once I arrived in Denver via an aeroplane, -->
I was picked up by a very patient local whom I met on (and incidentally runs) a website called ColoradoMuslims.com. Then, after eating delicious tacos and discussing some of the finer points of fiqh in general and usool ul-fiqh specifically, I slept one mile above the level of the sea. In the morning after a wonderful breakfast, we drove to the mountains for me to being my hike.



Continued whenever I get around to it...

P.S .

one week

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul alike. - John Muir

Low-Anchored Cloud [Mist]

Low-anchored cloud,
Newfoundland air,
Fountain-head and source of rivers,
Dew-cloth, dream-drapery,
And napkin spread by fays;
Drifting meadow of the air,
Where bloom the daisied banks and violets,
And in whose fenny labyrinth
The bittern booms and heron wades;
Spirit of lakes and seas and rivers,
Bear only perfumes and the scent
Of healing herbs to just men's fields!

-Thoreau

Silence

Silence
by Nazia Naqvi USA
The silence between the gunshot and the drop... one more Palestinian child shot. The silence between his last call to salvation and the rock fallin from his hand... The silence of a boy who will never be a man. The 10 seconds of silence we take when we hear his story. The very silence that embodies his moment of glory. The silence of it all on American T.V. The silence we hold inside, thinkin, "I'm glad it wasn't me." That silence we claim to detest, but in it we find a place of rest. Your heart, your mind and soul left unshaken with steady breath of your chest. The silence of us saying nothin but never failing to blame the rest. We scream out our words, but hide our actions... mostly cuz we're jus too proud. We preach for revolution to the same old crowd... but aint no one gonna hear us... when the silence is so loud. IslamicPoetry.org