From The Little Prince

The Little Prince

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