I Don't Know What to Call This...So don't Ask!
Caveat Emptor: Surrealism
Yesterday my 'home' was invaded and I'm still trembling and cowered from the 'events'. I knew the 'attack' would happen but I did not know the when, the where, & the how...and as I stand shell-shocked I cannot make out what was nor what is...
It's like a painting left in the rain, that you come to meet after a shower, still dripping a blur of colors...the canvass dully showing the faintest of signs of having hosted something just so recently which cannot be fathomed and what existed beforehand which can never be retrieved.
I write these words first to express my mourning of the member(s) of the household, cut down, disintegrated, wiped away. Still some lie disfigured, either agonizing and reliving the horror in utter pain and unending torture and/or silently slipping away to join the list of the departed.
Someone sent this to me:
"...let's plant trees brother; let's have groves of fruit bearing trees in the places where the dead have fallen... or by the masjid (like those who have gone before us used to do) and in the schools where they can feed the children, and in the streets of the poor people (protected from goats and scavenging animals)."
May Allah bless you FDL!
And then now as I try to respectfully mourn, I am being 'sentenced' by my 'neighbors'. I am the 'kingpin/mastermind' and 'culprit' fingered out in the whole 'saga'. As I stand in the 'dock' my throat upto my lips are parched and my mind perplexed...thus inaudible wisps of exhalations that should have birthed speech only beget silence. I will not bore you futilely and 'take away' from the 'discussions' in an attempt to defend my honor, integrity, & innocence.
I simply implore in exchange for this favour, a swift 'execution' so that I may return to 'tending my cattle' and 'harvesting my millet'. I hope that my 'elimination' will assuredly bring 'succour' to the 'land of the forked rivers'.
And for those who lay claim to 'bread & honey', worry not for I only utilise a handful of dates, a sip of water and a tree's cool shade to lean in for a brief rest before I 'move on'. So please do not delay one moment longer and let us join hands together to 'end' this 'con' - 'trap' - 'sham' if we are indeed of the truthful.
In the end I will say: May the truth always prevail. All say Ameen to that.
Haidar Wali 201201290448hrs
Yesterday my 'home' was invaded and I'm still trembling and cowered from the 'events'. I knew the 'attack' would happen but I did not know the when, the where, & the how...and as I stand shell-shocked I cannot make out what was nor what is...
It's like a painting left in the rain, that you come to meet after a shower, still dripping a blur of colors...the canvass dully showing the faintest of signs of having hosted something just so recently which cannot be fathomed and what existed beforehand which can never be retrieved.
I write these words first to express my mourning of the member(s) of the household, cut down, disintegrated, wiped away. Still some lie disfigured, either agonizing and reliving the horror in utter pain and unending torture and/or silently slipping away to join the list of the departed.
Someone sent this to me:
"...let's plant trees brother; let's have groves of fruit bearing trees in the places where the dead have fallen... or by the masjid (like those who have gone before us used to do) and in the schools where they can feed the children, and in the streets of the poor people (protected from goats and scavenging animals)."
May Allah bless you FDL!
And then now as I try to respectfully mourn, I am being 'sentenced' by my 'neighbors'. I am the 'kingpin/mastermind' and 'culprit' fingered out in the whole 'saga'. As I stand in the 'dock' my throat upto my lips are parched and my mind perplexed...thus inaudible wisps of exhalations that should have birthed speech only beget silence. I will not bore you futilely and 'take away' from the 'discussions' in an attempt to defend my honor, integrity, & innocence.
I simply implore in exchange for this favour, a swift 'execution' so that I may return to 'tending my cattle' and 'harvesting my millet'. I hope that my 'elimination' will assuredly bring 'succour' to the 'land of the forked rivers'.
And for those who lay claim to 'bread & honey', worry not for I only utilise a handful of dates, a sip of water and a tree's cool shade to lean in for a brief rest before I 'move on'. So please do not delay one moment longer and let us join hands together to 'end' this 'con' - 'trap' - 'sham' if we are indeed of the truthful.
In the end I will say: May the truth always prevail. All say Ameen to that.
Haidar Wali 201201290448hrs
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