When I Pray
When I pray the whole world becomes a pair of huge insect wings behind me, and I am a standing green insect with metallic…
Ah, almost speechless at the sweltering threshold of a long Ramadan fast, yet remembering not only Badr and its combatants while fasting, but the Iraqis, Libyans, Syrians, Egyptians, Yemenis of today, working through earthly gnarliness, may we see its slivery light entering all our doors and windows as a saintly houseguest for a month (and then in essence forever), and leaving in a blast of radiance at month’s end through the rooftops to spread everywhere — nourishing ourselves by day in its hunger, and fasting from the nafs at night by our feasting. All with Allah ta’ala’s blessing, and the Prophet Muhammad’s sweet presence among us, by our fidelity and our love for him, insha’Allah.
Categories: Prayer, Ramadan / 'Eid, Fasting, Misc