Photographed by Rinko Kawauchi
Imam cried while leading the prayer after Fatiha. Subhanallah, some in the congregation were moved to tears themselves.
This city smells of dust, sweat, and reverence.
Allah, make this umrah easy and fruitful for me. Ameen.
Jhené Aiko reminds me of you.
One thing I’ve noticed about a friend of mine is that he’s too malleable. He is too easily influenced by an ‘intellectual’ crowd that changes from day to day. He is still finding himself and has yet to establish a firm identity. I think he knows it himself. His uncertainty bleeds into the things he does, though not all. He has a passion and he’s pursuing it. He’s focused and is ambitious. I am happy about the fact that he has the ability to feel. To feel deeply and wholly and sincerely. He’s come to recognize and admit his flaws, and he wishes to change for the better. He wishes to embrace the emotions he once cast aside or rationalized. I admire him for his willingness and success in changing himself for the better and for maturing, albeit steadily. I do a strange thing where I break off with people, but I do wish him all the best in his future endeavors.