Monday, October 18, 2010
Today my (non-Muslim) coworker told me she had something for me. I went to her office and she handed me three beautiful, soft "hijaabs" she had stumbled across at the Walgreens. I was dumbfounded. They were so beautiful, soft, and just the colors I would wear. "I saw reds, but I knew that would be too flashy for you."
She even handed me a receipt if I'd want to change colors...
What a beautiful heart, masha'Allah. It makes me a little sad, you know.
Posted by a at 10:34 PM
Sunday, October 17, 2010
I had failed to get reservations to a late-night event in Philadelphia. We had 5 hours to kill before the next viewing. And so we walked, down the street, and around the bend and discovered the Philadelphia Museum of Art. I had been there before during night and day. But this time the experience was quite magical. The museum was deserted. We raced to the top of the steps and after we caught our breath we turned around and marveled at the view of the City. It looked so perfect: calm, serene and beautiful. The night was cool and the moon and the wind greeted us. SubhanAllah.
|View of Philadelphia from atop of the Steps|
|Philadelphia Museum of Art|
Posted by a at 8:56 PM
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Sometimes you see things and over look them, and then sometimes you see the same exact things but somehow by the grace of Allah you are touched...
I was surprised to learn this particular patient's appetite has decreased. It is very common for people on dialysis to have poor intake due to the nature of the illness and the strain on the body. But not Mr. S., he ate everything in sight. His wife was feeding him as I interviewed them both. Her husband appeared to more confused than usual. And I thought...what is this man's usual? He is blind, he has dementia, he's a diabetic, he's on dialysis, he is bed ridden, he is only in his 60s. And I felt immense pain and love for his wife... And for the wives I've witnessed taking care of their husbands so loyally and lovingly day after day. How they spend their entire day by their side feeding them, toileting them, talking to them, discussing their progress or lack of progess with the healthcare team, and most of all praying for them... How it must pain them to see their spouse in such a fragile state. How they must leave and go home to an empty house and an empty bed. There are three particular wives that I hope I never forget as I move in life. And Mrs. S. is one of them.
Perhaps this is true love.
|Flowers from a patient's room. Pic taken with permission.|
Perhaps this is true love.
Posted by a at 10:40 PM