May 20 2008
A joyful day a laughing day of eyes wit and hearts then upon pictures I gaze and an aura is transcribed, my interpretation might be a lie but here I shall tell and try: a mist of gray twilight of confusion and beauty and a gaping hole. tis the beauty of humans the spirit, the hurt and trust…overwhelmed by it all ran outside under the full moon, sobbed wepted the glory of God and bestowed with an inkling of it’s depth.
Nov 14 2007
ring! ring! ring!
half-conscious i rose up from my nap. glazed at the clock through heavy lids “7:14”. damn.
Alhumduillah.
missed dinner again.
angrily, the phone rang again. i picked up the receiver.
Shouting, yelling, singing. Incomprehendible. “huh?”
“ILLLLAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAA”
“guess what?!?”
“huh?” my mind was in the mud.
“ILANA” more impatiently, “GUESS WHAT?!”
“YYAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
i could tell they had been singing. i imaged my younger brothers on top of the bed dancing with their underwear. acting like native americans doing the ghost dance.
my head was in the clouds. “huh? I have no idea.”
“ILANA you WON.”
“HUH? What?” peered at the receiver for a moment. “Won what?”
“You won the Rosa Parks Scholarship!”
:)
i made sajood. mash’Allah. Allah-u-Akhbar. Alhumduillah.
Thank you Allah.
