Salam!
Ok, so it's been a while since I've updated, I guess sometimes the world just passes you by, and you don't notice till you come take a look at your blog. Anyway, I'm back from Morocco.
Gosh, you know what, that line is still hard to say. I miss it a lot, but more then anything I miss my family. While I was there I always found myself wanting to update but then never getting around to it.
So many wonderful things happened, yet I can't explain them because no one...no one, would understand where I'm coming from. It's almost a mixture of "you had to be there" as well as personal exploration. Everyone observes and takes things in differenlty. Now that I'm back I feel like I have no stories to tell any of my friends because they seriously wouldn't know what the heck I'm talking about.
Like tonight, I was talking to my friend and she was telling me all that's been going on since I've gone, and I had nothing...nada. I told her one or two amusing things, but besides that I really had no stories to indulge her with.
To be honest most of the time I just thought, quietly to myself. I thought of my current state, of Allah (s.w.t) and his gifts, I thought of the world. Of who I use to be, and what I have become. And then I thought of what might be, I expanded my mind and let everything in. I didn't want to miss a beat, I wanted to have everything absorbed for safe keeping.
No one can really know what happened, because for the most part it was an internal thing. It is something that can not be placed in to words.
I felt like a two year old, absorbing and discovering the world around her. I didn't write a lot, and I regret that.
I still remember the smell and feel of the sand and saltwater as I walked barefoot on the damp sand. I was hesitant at first, I didn't want to remove my runners, I simply didn't feel like having to clean all the sand off and so I remained walking arm and arm with my aunt.
As I walked I breathed in the deep sea air, and watched as the water moved in and out in its eternal rhythm, watched as it became lighter when it came in and darker as it left. I watched as the sun went down and the clouds hid the stars. And then the thought that I wouldn't see an ocean for years hit me, and I quickly removed my shoes, just as my cousin did, her spirit running freely on the sand. And as I took off the shoes, and neatly placed my socks inside I began to run chasing the water as it came in.
"One, two, three" my cousin would count and then we would jump just as the tide came in, as we landed the water oddly warm was caressing our ankles. I slightly rolled up the hem of my jeans and we continued to count, jumping each time it came back, and laughing like young children.
The fourth time my cousin splashed me with water and I can remember myself shrieking in stern protest, however she did not cease and so I fled, running without a care in the world. I could feel the end of my scarf flying behind me as the wind lifted it, and then I fell.
It happened so fast, but in a split second I was soaked, I didn't care though, I simply got up and laughed. In all honesty it was one of the most enjoyable things, it was liberating and free. It was innocent and I felt happy, and thankful. My jeans were wet and hung heavy, there was sand all over, but still I laughed. And as my aunt came over her eyes wet with tears of laughter, we went arm in arm and continued to make our way across the beach.
Near the end of our walk it had become night, yet lights from the beach walk and crescent moon shone upon the waves and sea shells. We gathered shell after beautiful shell and stored them safely away in my cousins green sock, souvenirs of our evening at the beach. At a point I simply stood there my aunt and cousin a few feet away still finding shells, yet I stood there letting the water engulf my feet, and I looking out at the horizon thinking. Of what? I was just etching the details of that evening in my mind.
After collecting all the shells we each stood on slippery rocks and rinsed our feat in the warm saltwater, when I was done I carefully pulled my shoes on, and we made our way back up on to the street.
In my heart I felt happy, and to Allah (s.w.t) I felt so thankful and humble. I remember that I kept repeating to my aunt that Allah (s.w.t) has really given us so much beauty and so many gifts, that I feel ashamed to feel ever ungrateful. It felt like a worship, a spiritual retreat of sorts.
As we arrived at her car, I slipped in to the back seat, and as we pulled out I took one last look and said "Subhana'Allah" before we drove off in the other direction, my thoughts racing and my voice forgotten.
It is times like these that I will forever have with me, and I am thankful that I had the chance to see and think.
So, what can I tell you about Morocco. Well, it's a beautiful country, and so on, but really it has nothing to do with being somewhere different, it has to do with the little things we expect least that stay with you. The revelations we make along the way, be it here or in Timbuktu.
That's all for now, I'm tired.
Take care.
~Pink Gerbra~
Ok, so it's been a while since I've updated, I guess sometimes the world just passes you by, and you don't notice till you come take a look at your blog. Anyway, I'm back from Morocco.
Gosh, you know what, that line is still hard to say. I miss it a lot, but more then anything I miss my family. While I was there I always found myself wanting to update but then never getting around to it.
So many wonderful things happened, yet I can't explain them because no one...no one, would understand where I'm coming from. It's almost a mixture of "you had to be there" as well as personal exploration. Everyone observes and takes things in differenlty. Now that I'm back I feel like I have no stories to tell any of my friends because they seriously wouldn't know what the heck I'm talking about.
Like tonight, I was talking to my friend and she was telling me all that's been going on since I've gone, and I had nothing...nada. I told her one or two amusing things, but besides that I really had no stories to indulge her with.
To be honest most of the time I just thought, quietly to myself. I thought of my current state, of Allah (s.w.t) and his gifts, I thought of the world. Of who I use to be, and what I have become. And then I thought of what might be, I expanded my mind and let everything in. I didn't want to miss a beat, I wanted to have everything absorbed for safe keeping.
No one can really know what happened, because for the most part it was an internal thing. It is something that can not be placed in to words.
I felt like a two year old, absorbing and discovering the world around her. I didn't write a lot, and I regret that.
I still remember the smell and feel of the sand and saltwater as I walked barefoot on the damp sand. I was hesitant at first, I didn't want to remove my runners, I simply didn't feel like having to clean all the sand off and so I remained walking arm and arm with my aunt.
As I walked I breathed in the deep sea air, and watched as the water moved in and out in its eternal rhythm, watched as it became lighter when it came in and darker as it left. I watched as the sun went down and the clouds hid the stars. And then the thought that I wouldn't see an ocean for years hit me, and I quickly removed my shoes, just as my cousin did, her spirit running freely on the sand. And as I took off the shoes, and neatly placed my socks inside I began to run chasing the water as it came in.
"One, two, three" my cousin would count and then we would jump just as the tide came in, as we landed the water oddly warm was caressing our ankles. I slightly rolled up the hem of my jeans and we continued to count, jumping each time it came back, and laughing like young children.
The fourth time my cousin splashed me with water and I can remember myself shrieking in stern protest, however she did not cease and so I fled, running without a care in the world. I could feel the end of my scarf flying behind me as the wind lifted it, and then I fell.
It happened so fast, but in a split second I was soaked, I didn't care though, I simply got up and laughed. In all honesty it was one of the most enjoyable things, it was liberating and free. It was innocent and I felt happy, and thankful. My jeans were wet and hung heavy, there was sand all over, but still I laughed. And as my aunt came over her eyes wet with tears of laughter, we went arm in arm and continued to make our way across the beach.
Near the end of our walk it had become night, yet lights from the beach walk and crescent moon shone upon the waves and sea shells. We gathered shell after beautiful shell and stored them safely away in my cousins green sock, souvenirs of our evening at the beach. At a point I simply stood there my aunt and cousin a few feet away still finding shells, yet I stood there letting the water engulf my feet, and I looking out at the horizon thinking. Of what? I was just etching the details of that evening in my mind.
After collecting all the shells we each stood on slippery rocks and rinsed our feat in the warm saltwater, when I was done I carefully pulled my shoes on, and we made our way back up on to the street.
In my heart I felt happy, and to Allah (s.w.t) I felt so thankful and humble. I remember that I kept repeating to my aunt that Allah (s.w.t) has really given us so much beauty and so many gifts, that I feel ashamed to feel ever ungrateful. It felt like a worship, a spiritual retreat of sorts.
As we arrived at her car, I slipped in to the back seat, and as we pulled out I took one last look and said "Subhana'Allah" before we drove off in the other direction, my thoughts racing and my voice forgotten.
It is times like these that I will forever have with me, and I am thankful that I had the chance to see and think.
So, what can I tell you about Morocco. Well, it's a beautiful country, and so on, but really it has nothing to do with being somewhere different, it has to do with the little things we expect least that stay with you. The revelations we make along the way, be it here or in Timbuktu.
That's all for now, I'm tired.
Take care.
~Pink Gerbra~
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