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Al Maha - into the desert

It is always nice to run away for a few days into the desert in UAE.

Near Dubai, some 45 minutes drive through Dubai / Al Ain road, in the middle of the Natural Conservation area lies a 90 miles square luxurious heaven of desert tranquility.

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Narrated Abu Huraira (radhiAllaahu ‘anhu):

Allah’s Apostle (ﷺ) said, “The best women among the camel riders, are the women of Quraish.” (Another narrator said) The Prophet (ﷺ) said, “The righteous among the women of Quraish are those who are kind to their young ones and who look after their husband’s property.”

—  [Sahih Bukhari Vol. 7, no. 278. Translated by Dr. Muhammad Muhsin Khan]

Recovering from last night with coffee and the rose my boyfriend got me while we were at the Renaissance Festival. :) Nobody’s ever got me any kind of flower before…nobody’s ever treated me so well before as a matter of fact, so I just felt like photographing it. :) :) :)

It’s been a while since I’ve crammed so much savage adventure into one night. Detroit, camel riders, honey mead, flooded highways, Satanic blues-metal in Hamtramck, art, beer, etc…We eventually wound up at the Black Death/Shitfucker/Demon Bitch/Harbinger show on a bit of a whim later in the evening and didn’t get back to our home town until right around sunrise. Got a mild case of the shakes and a nagging hangover today, but I’d do that all again in a second. 

Next Year (a poem)

Next Year


Have a lover
have children

have the house with the square
of lawn and tree circled
with impatiens

all that’s lacking is one
thing one thing
everyone needs

that something in life
they’ll never finish

mine will be the books
on Egypt I’ve collected
over the past 8 years

a thick pile of hardcover
books set on the carpet
beside the coffee table
at the end of the sofa
where I do my reading

they are bricks in my own
personal pyramid of neglect
and promises for next year

next year

I’ll crack them open one by one
next year
and become an expert before
Christmastime

I do work to keep them dusted
and occasionally open one to
sift through the charts and photos
of sands and camel-mounted riders
and tombs I’ll never visit

and it’s bad enough I won’t
see them in person
but imagine I won’t even
finish the book about them

Somewhere someplace
a tristacious angel is saying
It’s good to want
It’s good to want

to want next year.