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My mind is on overdrive these past few days, in a good way I think. An emotional outburst from Ali has sparked some of my own questions, such as, how to be? And in what do I believe? And what am I willing to give up? Being in a Muslim culture is a godsend for bringing these topics to the surface.
There is a great ocean of distance between the West and Islamic east. I am constantly Trying to Understand, both sides, and within.
I see so much beauty in the tradition here, from family life to daily prayer. I like the symbolism of cleanliness, and the shape of mosques.
I have trouble with the intolerance of other ways.
Is this in itself intolerance?
I will always be an outsider to this gorgeous house,
But I will still creep around the garden
And try to catch a glimpse inside.
And I can't help but wonder,
Will anyone invite me in?