A picture of somewhere you’ve been:
This is me in Africa. I honestly don’t remember whether this picture was taken in Morocco or around Goree Island. Judging from the somber draw to my face I’d guess Goree.
My Africa trip was the medicine I didn’t know I needed. I was a typical teen, a tad self centered, jaded and completely convinced I had all the answers. The Africa trip quieted my internal noise pollution and shifted something in my soul…
Here’s a poem I wrote about my trip:
Prelude to shahada
there is a night worthy of climbing into, with whispered prayers ebbing… Laillah-ha-illalah
and flowing …Subhanallah…
there are horizon’s worth breathlessly chasing,
and the breezes? enlivening, more honest.
the night’s lights assured a young girl she was on the cusp of something great… over there,
sweet smoke and wisps of the wash woman’s soap float on enchanted air.
there are trees with perfect silhouettes, boughs that beckon east and west,
o’ how capable those arms and how welcoming, i was home over there.