Abulublog

Ok, I have a confession. Today I bought a rasperry mocha just because an advertisement told me to. It looked so good, and I’ll have you know, it was. Only a few times in my life have I experienced non-false advertising. It’s been such a long time since the picture on the side of a bus, or on a cafe’s bathroom wall (as it were), actually met my expectations.  It was a lovely start to a lovely evening.

I was invited to a program called The Night’s of Sawa out in Virginia.  A bunch of people from the city zip-carred it out there and experienced a genuine evening of raw beauty. Amonst the performers were the likes of the famous, the rising stars and not to be forgotten, a number of children between the ages of eight and eleven.  It reminded me of being back at home with my homeschooling group for talent night. You had the first timers, reading off of a carefully printed and practiced scripts. You had the brave ones reading off of napkins on which they’d just scribbled a few inspired lines. And you had the old timers, rolling rythems like they were born to rhyme.

Though I didn’t share anything myself, I felt inspired by the words and the gumption of each of the performers. Mashallah, there’s a lot of talent out there. It was such a beautiful platform and I can’t wait to find my own words to share in the future Inshallah.  My favorite moment of the evening was when a young child proudly marched to the mic and said, “I’m going to read a poem about the Day of Judgement, then a poem about orange soda.” And he did just that. He warned of the ends of time, the fear, the passing of judgement from the Lord on high, and then went on to discuss how much he loved orange soda…and just like that, he was done. I still can’t stop smiling about that, it made my night.