Wednesday, August 24, 2011

my mother looked like rosewater the day i was born.

i am the desert version of her. darker and smaller, my body reflects the sun.

the day my daughter is born, i will look like sand.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

all praise due to the most high.

the sustainer, the maintainer. the giver of life and bringer of death. the steadfast. the witness and the judge.

Monday, August 1, 2011


may the clouds press down on you,
may the earth and sea rise up against you,
and a sandstorm meet you at every side.

and may you look out at all you've created,
and have no place to go.

ramadan kareem

to every last one of you. may our fasts be accepted. 

all praise due to the most high.