8.9.2012

I don’t want Ramadan to end. It makes me believe, if only for a blink of an eye, that I’ve finally felt the peace I’ve been yearning for.

8.7.2012

I wish I pursued the things I love earlier.

8.6.2012

Good company and good food is all anybody really needs.

8.5.2012

afghan rice is probably the best thing in the history of food.

8.4.2012

There isn’t enough walls I could punch that will make this go away.

8.1.2012

I found a masjid near the UN and I have fallen in love with it. I have to drag myself out of there after praying (and I hardly leave after prayer, more like 4 hours later). The women’s floor is clean and it smells good. And the carpet is so comfortable and there is working air conditioners. To top it all, its usually almost always empty and I have never felt more peaceful in a place than I have felt in that Masjid. Now, I look forward to going to the UN just because of my little safe haven in between events.

7.31.2012

Ramadan so far has been a huge lesson. Of things I love, of things I need, of things I want. And the difference between the three.

7.30.2012

One thing I love about taraweeh prayer in the masjid is that you end up seeing people you haven’t seen in ages. It brings everyone back together.

7.29.2012

I am blessed.

7.20.2012

One moment of doubt has the ability to ruin the things that matter most. Just one small moment of doubt.