...bismillah... that's how ibrahim begins his greetings... ran into him at the iftar on monday... was anticipating him... knew he would be there... speaking... offering insight on the condition of our earth and its connection our deen... in the name of ALLAH...
...the anticipation was well received... more than well... although i am reminded to fight and Work and hope but to not expect... to leave the outcome to ALLAH, as ALLAH Knows best... ALL praise is due...
...saw him on the open ground... standing in front of a table surrounded by a cohort of young folks... glowing... magnanimous... ibrahim and i embraced... heart to heart... it's been a while... he insisted i sit with him and his students, pulling up a chair for me... i sat... and we immediately fell into our stories... people around us began to eat... the time had come... did anyone call adhan? ibrahim asked... no one did... he considered doing it... as he had been reciting it for his three sons and wife this ramadhan... but someone walked over and did it... we walked over to the prayer mat... it was beautiful to pray outside... alongside others on this path... bowing down in this choreograph of movement to Connect... all praise is due the voice of the lead went straight to my heart... carried me into the next two rakats after most had dispersed.... i was surprised to find myself one of the last to leave the prayer mat when in the past i'd be one of the first...
...when i joined the table i fell into a conversation with one of the students... we Connected over forest park... foraging... of mushrooms and mycologists... ALLAH Knows best...
...it was a beautiful night... someone asked me what i was doing in astoria... i told her i wanted to be Closer to those also in a space of fast and Surrender for now...
...ibrahim and i let together... we shared love of the prophet... he told me looking at the prophets face was like looking at the moon... all praise is due...
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