Forever Fatimah

Homes for the Disembodied

2011-10-11T06:14:00.001-04:00

I was able to actually see this in person at the Veil Exhibit at the UK Art Museum. I remember being curious about what it was meant to represent, and then finding the description:

Homes for the Disembodied

This is a tribute to Palestinian women who provide strength in terrible circumstances, but who receive little recognition. A place for the spirits of those forced out of Jerusalem to dwell. The dresses are sewn from one continuous 48 meter length of fabric. Mary Tuma

Mary Tuma’s dresses make notice of the absence of the human form, and by so doing, provide a metaphor for the status of a people who are known more for the shadow they cast on current events than for their own personalities and culture.

After reading the description, I was able to look at the exhibit with new eyes and a heart that swelled with so much love, and then sadness. The strength of Arab women (not to be exclusive, but I find this particular context unique) is incredible, inspiring, and makes me feel hopeful. Vogue also recognized this in their recent article on Libyan Women and their contribution to the revolution.

I took the following photo in the City Center of Nablus where this group of mothers were holding up pictures of their sons who are currently imprisoned. They face something called "ambiguous loss," because their children are physically present (though elsewhere), but emotionally absent. This is very difficult to cope with because there is not a sense of closure.

A friend shared a story recently about how her male student was imprisoned by the Israeli army for three years without a trial or... any just reason at all. Every so often they would tell him he only had 6 months left, but continued to hold him. The student said that although it was the worst time in his life, he was able to appreciate his life afterwards to a greater degree, no matter how difficult, for the mere fact that anything was better than the physical and psychological torture he endured in prison. Subhanallah, that he was able to survive this and come out positively on the other side. I can't imagine how he felt, nor how his family must have felt during this time.

The deep longing for freedom is felt here in every person, every flag, I come across. Sometimes it is a tired longing, a dream that sits on a dusty shelf. Other times it is carried in the chants of the grieving mothers, or even in the quick steps of the Debkah dancer's feet. Life may have to go on, but you never forget.

Thankful for my freedom. Praying for the freedom of all. For more updates from Palestine, please check out my new blog: threecupsofnescafe.blogspot.com

In peace.

When you become that many, you're nothing- Rumi-

2011-10-11T06:11:00.000-04:00

When you are with everyone but me,

you are with no one

When you are with no one but me,

you're with everyone

Instead of being so bound up with everyone,

be everyone

When you become that many, you're nothing

Empty

-Rumi-

"Here's to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes... the ones who see things differently -- they're not fond of rules... You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can't do is ignore them because they change things... they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do."

2011-10-06T05:21:00.004-04:00

RIP Steve Jobs --US computer engineer & industrialist (1955 -2011 )

Here is to staying young and staying foolish!

New Blog!!!

2011-09-30T18:01:00.001-04:00

hello friends and readers!

i am currently on a three month trip to Palestine and Israel and am hoping to be able to regularly blog about my experience.

i'd love for you to follow! the link is: http://threecupsofnescafe.blogspot.com/

xoxo

"life is art"

2011-09-19T11:41:00.006-04:00

“I think everything in life is art. What you do, how you dress, the way you love someone and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea, how you decorate your home, or party. Your grocery list, the food you make, how your writing looks, and the way you feel. Life is art.”

I must have read thousands upon thousands of quotes. But when I came across this particular one yesterday, I instantly recognized it as the most special, soon to become one of my favorites. Art may imitate life, but truly, life is art.

With this in mind, I am able to step back and view everything as a series of moving pictures. The world is our museum and each image is a reflection of you. Just as two people can walk away from the same painting and have gained entirely different meanings, as is our view on life.

Our foundation may remain sturdy, but the rest of us is often built, torn down, and recreated over time with each defining moment, altering a unique life path and lens from which to view the world. This seemingly intricate maze is as simple or as complex as you make it.

This attitude instantaneously beautifies everything while simultaneously moves me in and out of reality. It creates and reinforces the idea of perspective, because what is real to me may not be what is real to you. As such, beauty, happiness, and life are all relative.

If no perspective is thought to be the same, than as a result life is a billion images of art; a collection of infinite moments creating an explosion of colors and sounds that swirl around each person, if you were to just open your eyes to see and feel them.

Real art doesn’t limit itself to “happy” and serene. Real art isn’t afraid to capture the raw moments, the ones that lie in our secret self. In the saying “life is art,” there is no discrimination between good or bad, for you cannot have one without the other. And in that lies freedom. All of it lies there before you, vivid swirling colors (or pale ones, or dark ones) and images that eventually fade in the sunlight. And what a sight it is to see.

The art I find most beautiful is that which is honest. The energy of such a person or nature is authentic, drawing me in by an inner brightness they seem to reflect; recognition of life that belong to those who aren’t bound by its limits.

I would imagine one of the saddest states of existence would be one where you are fortunate to be surrounded by art and beauty, but neglect to see it in everyday life. I challenge you to take the time, if just for a moment or an hour of your day, and appreciate your intimate surroundings; whether it is your innermost thoughts or the trees that change colors in the most nostalgic of ways.

Breathe it in. Be mindful of this single moment before you rush back into life. Breathe out art.

I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear. Martin Luther King, Jr.--remembering 9/11

2011-09-11T12:46:00.005-04:00

A few people have recently been asking me about my reaction to 9/11. Or they'll want to know if I have been treated differently as a Muslim-American, as a hijabi. And while those questions are all in good faith, truly, my religion or head covering does not make me feeling any differently towards 9/11 than how any other American felt (and still feels) that day when they see the images of the tragedy and destruction. I felt devastation. I felt grief as I imagined the heartbreak of the families whose lives would never be the same.

It's not about me. It shouldn't be about my religion. It's about the families and the firefighters. And now, ten years later, it's about the aftermath and the Wars propelled by this horrible event. For all the anger and backlash taken out on Muslims and Islam, it's all a means of displacing hurt and fear towards something tangible. Because when you've experienced loss, you want to make sense of it and you want justice. But the focus and energy would be much better spent breaking down walls and building bridges rather than creating isolation, vindication, and hate (something that may only bring temporary relief). In that sense, in my own community I have seen an increase in interfaith dialogue and discussion. And in general, more openness and destruction of common myths and ignorance. This is inspiring. Suspicion and fear must be combated with conversation and knowledge.

On that day there was no discrimination of religion or race in loss. It affected every community and every American. In honor of those families, we owe it to them and ourselves to put differences aside and recognize that at the heart of the matter, we are all human. And as Americans, we should also not forget that the terror felt that day is something experienced daily on the other side of the world, many times at the expense of our own military.

This evening I attended a call to unity in remembrance of 9/11 at the courthouse plaza held by a interfaith group. As I held hands with my neighbor, a stranger, I felt an energy of compassion and peace radiate through the crowd. A part of me also felt sadness that this wasn't the collective feeling of the nation (or rather, those in power).

My thoughts and prayers today are with those affected by 9/11 as well as the aftermath, including the soldiers, military families, and countless lives lost from the war and destruction created in Iraq and Afghanistan. May they find peace in their hearts, strength, and hope. Ameen.

life is art.

2011-09-09T15:31:00.002-04:00

life mantra.

2011-08-11T23:52:00.002-04:00

all emotions are beautiful.

Ramadan Mubarak!

2011-08-04T00:32:00.003-04:00

"Unlike prayers, charity, and pilgrimage, fasting is an invisible act. Only Allah and the person who is fasting know whether he or she is fasting or not. One may quietly eat or drink something and no one will notice and no one can find out. However, the fasting person has made this commitment for the sake of Allah and he or she wants to guard the purity of his or her fast for the sake of Allah. Fasting thus teaches sincerity, and it helps a person learn to live by the principles of his or her faith regardless whether others know or do not know. This is the very purpose and essence of taqwa (God-consciousness)." -http://islamicthinking.tumblr.com/

I love this little note. While fasting is often something that is community-building, it is truly a personal act. At the end of the day, all that matters is your individual relationship with Allah (swt), regardless of what other people see or think of you. The key point is that sincerity derives from living by your values, regardless of your surroundings. As we are inevitably bound to sway (however subtle) with the movement of others, perhaps faith is ultimately best expressed when you are in solitude.

Because of fasting being an "invisible" act, it is a perfect time for personal reflection and contemplation of your beliefs. In this quiet, answers or questions will rise to the surface. In this regard, you then have the ultimate power to choose how to manifest those beliefs in your everyday life and principles. In this spiritually charged time, Ramadan can serve to awaken the soul, or keep it in the same condition. It is for each person to decide how much they want to search inward. I am constantly reminded that consistency and good intention, however small the acts, can reap great rewards, inshAllah.

A live stream of Makkah that is truly mesmerizing:

“And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted that seasons pass over your fields and you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.” - Kahlil Gibran

2011-07-13T19:56:00.004-04:00

Yesterday the heaven's opened and the sky poured. Not all day, but in shifts. Sometimes it rained lightly, a soft pattering against the window; whispering to you that a rainbow would soon grace us as all. Other times, the rain drenched the earth, and if you stood outside (underneath a shade), raindrops bounced off the breeze, and spritz your way and offer a brief respite from the heat.

As the day gave way into night, the skies cleared and the temperatures cooled to a more pleasant summer night. I began to think about the seasons of weather, how there was predictability in the unpredictable. We know that for every week that it rains every day, there will be a week where the sun will shine through the clouds, with not a raindrop in sight.

We know that, albeit in Kentucky the lines between the seasons shift and blur, that after Summer, the beauty of Fall is around the corner. As joyful, light, and relaxed summers are, I am delighted by the prospect of autumn (bringer of new scarves, pumpkin in everything, stepping on crunchy leaves, and a slight, cool, crisp in the air).

I find the surety and pattern of the weather and seasons comforting. Yesterday, I felt akin to the rain; as many times as it changed its pace, my emotions did the same. As I move through my own seemingly unpredictable pattern of grief, of living life, I realized that my emotions have more in common with the weather than I ever would have thought.

I've always found a beauty in thunderstorms (especially when I am inside by a window), and am in awe as the clouds roll away and reveal that all this time, a clear blue sky was waiting patiently behind it.

As my own emotions fluctuate, I am gaining more understanding that if I let myself experience a "storm," that I will not be stuck there. I will, whether it be a matter of minutes, hours, or days.... return to my blue sky, iA.

‎"Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy" -- Eskimo Proverb

2011-07-02T03:38:00.001-04:00

This post is in honor of my love Kawthar, who was so supportive of my blogging and helped me pick by blog background saying that this one was "so fatty."

i wrote this in a journal last friday, at a time when I didn't yet truly know how much this would become more relevant and true in my life:

"I read the Alchemist the other night. The theme is centered on the importance of the journey, following your dreams, and listening to the Language of the World and the Language of the Soul. It spoke to me powerfully, especially after I've had time to start uncovering layers and really listening to the voice inside that rises and falls (falling so quietly--almost mute at times) throughout the years.

It led me to think deeply and question what I was truly passionate about. What is it exactly that gives me a jolt in the stomach and a burning feeling in my heart that I can't ignore? So many times I have come across this feeling, whether it is masked in compassion for others or rage at injustice.

In those moments, you will find that there is a common thread, and in that lies your dream. A dream that has been sleeping in the unconscious, covered by excuses and distractions, waiting to be woken up by the soul it inhabits. Next to it is the fear of realizing your dream. Because the closer you are to it, an apprehension arises that it may not meet your expectations. Or perhaps-- that it will defy all your expectations and you will grow and grow like the trees whose arms could reach out and touch the sky. And there's the fear of what happens after you realize a dream. How you will change, how others will change.

Then I have to remember that life is continually expanding. When things aren't falling into place, they really are. I have to have courage to follow what I know to be true. At times it can be easy to let fear and defeat slowly chip away at my dream. Because it can be harder to get up and do things and easier to sit and do nothing about it, but be safe and comfortable...."

In light of losing a cousin and dear friend, Kawthar, a week ago last Friday, I am mulling over my words, thoughts, and feelings with a new perspective. Though I had written in sincerity, it's not until that I can sit here now and realize just how fleeting life is, how precious. How when your chest tightens because you love, when you love (whether it be a person or a dream), that you should at the very least listen to it.

There is much sorrow in loss. There is a grief that has no rules or bounds. But there is a peace from believing she is in a better place. As light is bound to fall into darkness, darkness is bound to rise into light, Subhanallah. There are so many things about Kawthar that I love. And one was that she went after her dreams with every fiber of her being. It wasn't always easy, but her resiliency, courage, and confidence led her to continued success, Mashallah.

In a time where fear can enter our hearts from the knowledge that each day is not a guarantee, it can be especially easy to further deny our inner voice and give up. On the other hand, that knowledge can be an inspiration to learn from Kawthar's spirit and honor her by fully living out our dreams (with the intention to please Allah (SWT)). I know she is looking down and cheering for us, always believing the best of us, as she always did.

Love and miss you Kawthar. Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un (إِنَّا لِلّهِ وَإِنَّـا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعونَ)

"It is by acts, not by ideas that people live"

2011-06-21T10:39:00.003-04:00

"Be yourself. Unveil your performance." - tagline for ResportOn

2011-06-14T00:18:00.002-04:00

"Earlier this month, FIFA authorities dealt the Iranian women’s soccer team a terrible blow when they dismissed players from an Olympic pre-qualifier for wearing Islamic headscarves."
Click here to read the complete article.

This recent ruling essentially places these women in the middle of the Islamic Republic of Iran (where they are required to cover and wear hijab) and FIFA (where they are now not allowed to cover). I can't even imagine how devastating it is to be torn between the two and feel like you are hitting a brick wall either way you choose.

FIFA supposedly deems the scarf shown in the following picture a "safety hazard." (Image from ResportOn). How that piece of material is dangerous is baffling to me, and quite frankly, insulting. That they decided to break the news right before an Olympic pre-qualifier is downright degrading and humiliating. These women shouldn't be discarded based on a piece of cloth, they should be known and admired for their talent, athleticism, and drive.

They already live in a place with so many obstacles and they just want to play soccer. Let them play.

"select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul..."

2011-06-12T23:10:00.001-04:00

i thought it would be appropriate to "steal" this :)

"Don't define your world in black and white, because there is so much hiding amongst the greys."

2011-06-07T11:55:00.000-04:00

Sometimes we limit our life's choices to two paths or only two answers; one that may feel "right" and the other may feel "wrong." Reality is that living in the grey gives many more options, ones that you don't even realize you may be sitting in. Because when you're down to black and white and just two choices, that means if you don't take the path you wanted, you automatically fall into the path that feels more disappointing. When I personally think about the "greys" I find an inherent feeling of freedom. Grey is know that where I'm trying to go, the path it takes to get there is the most important.

“Breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each” — Thoreau

2011-05-27T23:56:00.000-04:00

The title of this post has nothing directly to do with the actual post being written... But I've been following a dear blogger friend of mine (and a best friend of a friend) and I've been meaning to share her words and world with you for some time... She often uses quote to title her blog posts as well (such as the one I borrowed) and writes with humor and eloquence:

Photos by Emily

Emily In the Glass

If you're still not convinced that you should follow her blog.. here are her popular tags: (oh, and she writes in English AND in French)

Adventure Apartment Art Bryce Challenges Change Chatillon-sur-Seine Christmas Cooking Cool Characters Culture Dijon Faith Food Fun Goals Gratitude Home Inspiration Just for laughs Kentucky Laugh it off Paradigm Shift Photography Teaching Travel Uncategorized Unconventional Wisdom Waiting

Doesn't all that sound wonderful together? Between food, travel, and wisdom, she makes for a wonderful writer. I am personally taking Thoreau's advice and resigning myself to an influence he didn't directly mention: the story and world of others that make you come alive.

"Think of the world you carry within you."

2011-05-26T16:28:00.003-04:00

I found this quote recently on a notebook and as soon as I laid eyes on it, I knew I had to have it. The great thing about the world within, is that it is unique to everyone.

Personally, I love escaping into the inner world, whether my mind settles into a place of heaviness or lightness. I find it comforting to know that at any moments time, I can slip off and find a place of comfort.

Today for instance, I am savoring a special moment I had this morning and want to carry with me for as long as I can. I want to store this feeling and tuck it into my inner world-- so I can come back to it again and again if needed.

However, a few minutes ago I stumbled across a road block. I read a piece of news concerning atrocities that occurred to Muslims in the 1990's. The moment I was savoring earlier started to feel like it was fading. As I held this news in my hand, I wondered how it is that people cope. How it can be that a person can constantly go from highs to lows and still be okay in the end?

So I came back to my notebook and the quote it displayed: Think of the World you carry within you. And I breathed through it. Much like how the inner world has it's turmoil and peace, so does the outer world. So to balance out the chaos, I must find the calm within. I find myself smiling as I reach this place, as with the use of imagination, it has no limits. I can go where ever I please, whenever I please. I can pull from memory or dream of a place I've never been.

Perhaps that is how people cope. When they can't escape their reality, they make their own. It is not an excuse to give up and hide, but rather a place to find a glimmer of hope and draw inspiration to keep going.

“To be nobody but yourself in a world that's doing its best to make you somebody else, is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight. Never stop fighting.” - e.e. cummings

2011-05-22T03:32:00.006-04:00

Sometimes we don't do things because we're afraid others will judge us. But I wonder how much of that fear comes from self-judgment, and not so much from the other.

Our self-criticism may be what holds us back than anything else. Perhaps we are so caught up in the idea of fitting in and getting things "right" that we teeter between two distant lines, the line of who we really are and the line of who we think others want us to be.

We become weary; not realizing how exhausting it can be to navigate from one side to the other. While I constantly strive to match up who I believe I am with how I actually am, I know that the lines at times can become fuzzy.

I am noticing the times I am less of myself are the times when I am more self-critical. That criticism can come about in different ways; giving myself higher expectations than I do others and/or making assumptions that others are being judgmental. This can lead to changes that may only be subtly portrayed, but inside, I feel a kind of friction that is only created when you act against your true nature.

Yes, society undoubtedly sends out loud messages of how we should think, dress, and act. Yes, it can feel like you are constantly being judged, compared, and rated. Yes, going against the grain can be the more difficult path. But being a person you are not is the most harmful path of them all.

Truth be told, most people are thinking less about what your outfit looks like or that awkward comment you made last week, and are more concerned about their own daily lives.

The person being hardest on yourself is probably you. The person being hardest on myself is probably me.

Rather than walking back and forth between those lines, a peaceful harmony can be achieved the more you give yourself permission to be who you are (instead of waiting on permission from others). If you don't have the answers yet to who that may be, worry not. Though we are constantly changing, our mind and body have a way of letting us know when something is not right.

Trust your instinct, you're probably right (most of the time!)

P.S. About two years ago, I wrote a post using this same e.e. cummings quote. It is interesting to see how the same quote inspired two different tracks of thought and how that evolved through my own personal experiences :)

"Barack Obama throws full US support behind Middle East uprisings"

2011-05-19T17:31:00.003-04:00

Obama makes a speech and among other things, sets out a two-state solution with the Palestinian and Isreali conflict. Read the article here. While I was appreciative of his speech, though late in timing, I feel cautiously optimistic about any promises for democracy across the Middle East, especially regarding the Pali-Israel conflict. The same rhetoric is continually spun, and as usual, I'll believe things when I see it. I wish I could be more excited and hopeful, but only time will tell.

• President Obama pays tribute to the uprisings in theMiddle East and North Africa as "a moment of opportunity" for change in the region, and that "America values the dignity of the street vendor in Tunisia more than the raw power of the dictator"

• Obama bluntly tells Syria's leader Bashar al-Assad to accept democratic reform and transition "or get out of the way"

• "Mass arrests and brute force are at odds with the universal rights of Bahrain's citizens," Obama tells Bahrain's rulers

• Any peace deal between Israel and Palestine should acceptIsrael's 1967 borders and agreed land swaps, and "permanent" borders between Israel, Jordan and Egypt and Palestine

• Obama pledged a four-point economic plan to bring growth to the region

(source: The Guardian)

"that is why you must sing and dance and write poems and suffer and understand..."

2011-05-15T23:05:00.004-04:00

You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance and write poems and suffer and understand, for all of that is life. - J. Krishnamurti

"Nothing is impossible. The word itself says I'm Possible!"- Audrey Hepburn

2011-05-11T10:10:00.001-04:00

I'm officially a Family Studies graduate!

First off, thank you blogger friends/readers for your encouragement and support during this time. Initially, I thought I would never be able to keep up with my blogging. But, it turned out to be an important aspect of self-care and motivation for me that kept me inspired and connected.

What a journey it has been. I'm excited to see where the summer will take me and how it will inspire my writing, inshallah. With every phase of life, there are a different set of goals, challenges, and meanings. This may be one of the few times where I do not have a packed schedule and constant noise and clutter, from morning to night. While it has been completely fulfilling and I tend to thrive on stress and multitasking...

I think it's time for a much needed break. I'm looking forward to reflection, reading, reconnecting spiritually, writing, and continually evolving. By honing the quiet place in mind and reflecting, I feel I will be able to more fully appreciate the last two years and make them last into the person that I am, rather than jumping on to the next thing that comes along.

XOXO

"We must reaffirm that the United States is not and never will be at war with Islam. I've made it clear... That our war is not against Islam. Bin Laden was not a Muslim leader. He was a mass murderer of Muslims. - Obama

2011-05-02T19:49:00.004-04:00

It is a time to embrace unity, love, and light. Others have fought and fallen in our honor. Celebrations aside, I hope that those mourning their beloved are able to finally find peace. I experienced a somber relief that the man who almost single-handedly destroyed the image of Muslims and Islam through his destruction of peace and human lives is no more.

Martin Luther King, Jr is always graceful in his words: "Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that."

I hope that people are not overcome with hate and resentment and realize how detrimental it is to be so, even for a person that may deserve it. Use that energy to bring light and fill the sky with brightly shining stars.

And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears. And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears. -Mumford & Sons

2011-04-29T14:25:00.001-04:00

This lyric struck a chord with me. There's an interesting dynamic between love, fear, and heartbreak. In order to love, you must let go of, or accept, your fear. To feel heartbreak, you must know love. A breaking heart can renew a sense of fear.

Yet it's love that we keep chasing after, despite knowing where it can take us. Though it can lead to despair, the ultimate prize of loving and being loved outweighs anything else. This leads me to reflect on my experiences of the past two years completing my Family Studies program, and how when I think about leaving, my heart drops to my stomach. Saying goodbye to a part of my life that further shapes who I am all of a sudden seems impossible.

My instinct is to plant my feet to the ground so that they have to drag me out by force. To be experiencing something making me feel this strongly tells me something important. This visceral bittersweet feeling tells me that the more difficult the goodbye, the more it all meant to me.

In this program I have learned something new about love; the importance of loving yourself in order to expand love for others, love, not fear, as the reality of what should motivate us, and that love has many different faces.

This took time to discover. In all honesty, perhaps it is something I have always known, but it was buried deep underneath all the layers that kept me safe and comfortable.

Things felt more manageable from a distance. It's easier to want others to change than to be introspective about what you could do to change. It's easier to value yourself by how much others love you, but to forget to love yourself. It's easier put on a smile rather than share hurt with others.

Slowly, I confronted the process of knowing myself by facing the fear of what would happen if I just avoided it all, or if I found things I didn’t like about myself. But I found that neglecting the scary parts, the darker parts, also means neglecting to find the light.

In doing what felt like could be a lonely journey, I realized how far I was from being alone. Not only did I have wonderful supporters on the way, but I became more comfortable with myself and with my clients. Even better, it gave permission to others to open doors peeking into their own depth, making us closer and less alone.

And so to Mumford, I say: Bring on the tears. Bring the sad ones, the tragic ones, the happy ones. But just give me just enough to grow and lean into the sunlight.

I dedicate this article to my program, and to all those that continue to love despite all odds. Thank you.

"beauty without intelligence is a masterpiece painted on a napkin"

2011-04-29T14:21:00.001-04:00

2011-04-20T00:19:00.004-04:00

{I believe a light that shines on you will shine on you forever.
paul simon}