It didn't help matters that our school teachers thre the term "regret" at us every chance they got. It was, they warned ominously, what we would suffer with if we didn't work hard. Our future would be ruined, they foresaw, if we didn't step up; if we allowed our socks to remain at ankle level instead of pulling them up.
What scares me the most is coming out of this having learned nothing. Going back to our selfish, self absorbed ways. Running around like headless chickens trying to prove ourselves. The question is to who?
Somehow in the quiet, without what would have been sounds from masaajid all around the neighbourhood, it feels more like Ramadhan than it ever has. For with quiet are we able to hear what would have otherwise remained muted.
if you still have a living grandparent appreciate her or him. Spend as much time as you can with because one day, just like Hababa, they will be gone. And you will be left listening for their footfalls, and leaving their seat open. May Allah bless all our parents and grandparents.
You may be thinking that we can't sum up and navigate through all of life's adventures, challenges and demands by simply following certain rules.
Who says we can't?
Because we also cannot keep a clear logical head capable of meeting issues head on without them
I want the quiet of the sticks, to breathe in; and to use a tired cliche- fresh air. I want to hear the birds sing, to awaken to the crowing of the cocks. Not by the screeching of alarm clocks or matatu touts calling for passengers
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