Running Around Boston
So here I am at AzamHussain’s, PunjabiWarrior, and DholMan’s house. I’m on the floor, on a mac, in my one-knee ripped cargo pants, my blank long underwear peeking through. DholMan is banging on a Dhol while PunjabiWarrior is on a 5 string electric guitar, and they are jamming away while I bop my head and think of the past days events. They have all sorts of instruments in their apartment: a sitar, tablas, a dhol, guitars, just to name a few
Day before yesterday I stayed up all night. I finished all of my finals except one that I just couldn’t finish (I’m really excited about it though, since it will be my first attempt at writing a grant proposal for social science research). At 5:45 AM, I ended up walking over to the Rocketeer’s place, following the crescent moon that really wasn’t a crescent cause I could still make out the details of the other three quarters of it. Snow was on each side of me as I walked, and the cold, didn’t really bother me, because I…love life. It is just that simple.
Rocketeer and I spent the next few hours together, running errands before our bus trip to Boston. She and I, both not attempting to sleep, spoke of God, and our personal lives in general, before praying morning prayer together.
On the bus we had some much needed nap-time and, despite Rocketeer having an unusually long neck, we finally found comfortable positions to sleep, after utilizing my ugly-but-comfortable flannel.
I woke her up upon our arrival… with a lil scratch on her head … “ya ukhti…,” Oh my sister.
She really is an amazing person. I wonder if I’ll be able to visit her and her sister in Riyadh.
After helping to load her bags in a taxi, I walked up the zigzaggy ramp, whistling and smiling. For some reason, the subway always makes me happy. I love traveling on my own, and pushing the bar down after I deposit a token in the turn-style thing. I hopped on the red-line, and sat down, noticing that a Latino couple was watching me. The older Caucasian woman across from me looked familiar, but not enough for me to say hello. After about half an hour, I arrived at Harvard Square and met StillUnsure, from naseeb.com. Usually I’m the not-nervous one when meeting online people, and this was no exception. Imagine me at my silliest, jumping around, dancing, having had barely an hour of sleep. Overall we had fun, and I’m glad I made some new friends.
This morning, PunjabiWarrior made some paratha, a South Asian style of bread, while I read some of AzamHussain’s books, including “Letters of Advice for the Seeker” by Sheikh Zulfiqar Naqshbandi. I have a feeling Azam is a sufi, though he denies it, citing the fact that he has a book of fiqh (law) as well.
After PunjabiWarrior made a plate explode and make burn marks on his kitchen floor, We at the paratha with some pickled garlic, and discussed how much injustice there was in the world, discussed “freedom,” and American politics….
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