Wednesday, March 22, 2006
'quill took his life @ 1:41 pm
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Tuesday, March 21, 2006
complication...is just a bundle of simples
clueless, again
give me Ice, and y'll make me happy for the rest of my life
'quill took his life @ 9:51 pm
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Friday, March 17, 2006
a brief note.
So said the mountains bleak
'O Muslims, remember. For yonder
death cometh; from Hud's depth.
Bliss good, fey to others. '
They crumble like the sands of time.
'quill took his life @ 11:16 pm
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Thursday, March 16, 2006
The Really Really Short Journey
Gonna write a few accounts on my journey in Tarim and nearby...
1) Lost in Translation
2) Welcome to Mahat Badr
3) When I first entered Dar ul-Mustafa
4) Habib 'Umar
5) Meeting with the Muslim Westerners
6) The gathering of the Indonesians, in conversation with Habib Jindan
7) Visit to the grave of Prophet Hud, al-Habib Kadzim
8) if only I'd brought a cam along...
9) Fetchin' my sis
10) Huraidah, days before Eid ul-Adha
11) Eid ul-Adha after the Day of Arafat
12) A whole Friday...to Wadi Amn
13) The Students
14) The Grave
15) Tareem, a sentient city
16) About Singapore, from their views
17) Those Muslims, reborn. Of Danial abdulqadir and Mouss'ab
18) Of the cute little Birds and the cuddly Bees.
19) Ana, I, Aku, Je, Ich...International Diplomacy
20) A few prosaic poems, 'in the valley...Tarim'
21) They're His diplomats.
22) This is not goodbye.
23) The long way home. Really long.
24) Thus, it begins...
so far, these are the titles of my accounts throughout my whole journey. Each experience as unique as the other.
note: they're not chronologically arranged. Sumwhat, roughly. More installments may be included. and, unfortunately, I did not bring a camera. Manx...
'quill took his life @ 8:30 pm
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Jihad to ya...
What does that single word mean...? To ya.
'quill took his life @ 8:26 pm
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Monday, March 06, 2006
last breath.
remember, my dear ones...
he took his last breath. The angel of death greeted him. His soul ripped off the end of his fingernails...the good will see their blessed souls lifted from their foreheads, the cool sensation. While the evil does will suffer, death is lyk 70-knives...
then there's the questionings...in the grave.
Who is your Lord...?
And ya will answer...Allah is my Lord.
fail to say this...and suffer otherworldly pain, the venom of countless snakes. The heat of a-thousand volcanoes.
Manage and rest well,
Be assured, we have time...To us, my dear friends.
'quill took his life @ 3:26 pm
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