an afterthought
Today is the last day of 2015. Not that this holds a great deal for me. We Muslims go by the lunar calendar. So it's been a new year for us for some time now, of course, not that this holds a great deal for the rest of the world.
This year, considering both lunar and solar, has been a year of change, and loss and a lot of risk taking. This year, more of the deaths I heard of were people I know. This year, there was a new addition to the family and I had the honor of naming him, and not long after leaving him to come here to Seattle. This year, I have gone through both physical and inner pains unlike ever before. I have stood at airports, sometimes I was the one leaving or arriving, other times I was the one bidding save travels to loved ones. When I left North Somalia, I thought I'd left family to come home, it only became clear, after some time, that I'd left both home and family behind. This year I witnessed the darker side of this world, a side I did not let myself acknowledge before. This year, I have become more aware of my ethnicity and religion, and of the fact that it does not stand well with many.
Now having arrived at the very end of 2015, I look back to it as an afterthought. Now, as I sit on this train of life, I see that the importance a moment holds is most felt in that moment, and then it passes. All of it. The fear, the anger, the losses, the sacrifices - it was felt, yes, but it has past. And tomorrow I will say, this is the first day of 2016.
All praises be paid to the Lord of the Heavens and the Earth.
This year, considering both lunar and solar, has been a year of change, and loss and a lot of risk taking. This year, more of the deaths I heard of were people I know. This year, there was a new addition to the family and I had the honor of naming him, and not long after leaving him to come here to Seattle. This year, I have gone through both physical and inner pains unlike ever before. I have stood at airports, sometimes I was the one leaving or arriving, other times I was the one bidding save travels to loved ones. When I left North Somalia, I thought I'd left family to come home, it only became clear, after some time, that I'd left both home and family behind. This year I witnessed the darker side of this world, a side I did not let myself acknowledge before. This year, I have become more aware of my ethnicity and religion, and of the fact that it does not stand well with many.
Now having arrived at the very end of 2015, I look back to it as an afterthought. Now, as I sit on this train of life, I see that the importance a moment holds is most felt in that moment, and then it passes. All of it. The fear, the anger, the losses, the sacrifices - it was felt, yes, but it has past. And tomorrow I will say, this is the first day of 2016.
All praises be paid to the Lord of the Heavens and the Earth.
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