Wednesday, 1-11-12
Bismillah. My very best moment of the day — praying Salat ul Ishraq sitting under my window that I’ve watched so many sunrises and moonsets from, closing my eyes from the lethargy of 7AM, repeating glorifications of my Lord until my mouth was dry, mind drifting back to the Masjid Al Haram, sitting on the cool marble floor next to my angel of a mother, so incredibly alive in the moment, and so accepting of the human condition, then hearing my beloved furball purr, bringing me back into present day, flipping through my Hisn’ul Muslim dua’a book, pages crumpled and dried from the sweat of my palms during Tawaf …
