This time, I seek Allah with you.
Dear N, Remember the first time we discussed the shade of blue? We had shed a few layers and tied a ribbon around a few food baskets. It took us six months. Six months of waiting. Waiting aloud. Wa…...
11 Years Ago
Waiting for Spring.
I walk with a pen. Or maybe a twig. Something that can make an impression in the sand. My house is right by the Thames. Quite a lot of sand to write on, you see. Or draw lines. Some, unnecessary. S…...
11 Years Ago
The God at the end of my wall.
It was five months ago that I brought my God to London. Since then, I have talked quite a lot to him. I have taken him out of a box and made him listen. He, in turn, has made me do many other thing…...
11 Years Ago
Don’t move. It’s snowing.
There are days when the wheels don’t turn. When the television network refuses to tune in any channel. When the hot water tap in your kitchen stops living up to its name. When the very fragra…...
11 Years Ago
The glass on the dining table.
London is athletic. It walks. It walks all day. With Tall Starbucks Lattes and powder pink strolleys. It walks so fast that you blink and miss the sun. We admire that. Admiration, you see, where on…...
11 Years Ago
Making eggs.
It was dinner time. A called to remind me. We had promised to meet after a two hour study schedule. “What are we cooking?”, he asks. I make a face. Too vague a question. The fridge whim…...
11 Years Ago
