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Ramadan - Week III

The roller coaster of Ramadan, as I started use to say, booked a trip very different this year so far, much more empirical than usual.

A Week II was decisive Bounding temper for the rest of this holy month. For my surprise, that is not the following week was the most challenging of the last 10 years?!

The lack of attention, a characteristic burst directly in the service, plus the irritation with desert climate perpetrated by 30 days without any rain, humidity around 20% done with my usual insight and increase greatly.

Still gauging what was happening in the previous week and behold, on Tuesday appears to me that way.

A "quiet" Day for a Tuesday, the output of work by the eye of the sun and the other on the clock. Red sky heralding the end of another islamic day. Dry mouth, headache (dehydration) peace of mind.

Sultry weather makes me want a nice, juicy bowl of ice cream.Hence the path to the location of breaking the fast. I see a trio coming in the opposite direction, two boys, one girl. Both them with a "Rasta" hair, the young lady "normal" smoking a cigarette. By age teens, quick steps toward perhaps toward a nearby bus stop. On eyes view their beauties difference. I do not know if maybe the girl's white skin contrasting with the dark hair.

Walking hurriedly left her white skin white light pink.

A cigarette on her mouth, and face the strain alone, passed me by. one last puff and their gone ...

But I sensed something strange after they have passed for me.

The smell of smoke turned me ...Marijuana

the very strong smell touched me. With no joke. At Ramadan´s "saum" is certain that one is more susceptible to external events.

But the smoke of a cigarette with the grass of the devil, pounding on me, it´s hard to believe.

but it happened. do not know how, I know it was so.

They had gone, smoke on mynose and I lost mind.

My legs turned Weighed, My head´s became high ... than

the pitbull caramel at white gate house looked me like a poodle.

the cars were sparkling with color, wheels disproportionate square caps.

bird flew back as if to swim in an invisible water

children had thick voice, and it was they who sought the parents of the cars to school and not opposite.

I found myself crying

I found myself laughing

I found myself walking, as the same time, I was floating.

At trap intersection where all cars must insist that time, and usually pedestrians struggle to survive in the midst of that battle, this time the cars stopped and given tickets.

These same metallic monsters, and a sublime act of reverence not only courted me, a flesh and blood, but to all other pedestrians.

Scared do I, of much pomp, but I continued on my way.

Others dogs brought a humans as pets and it discussed the elections, I could hear a middle-aged Comment Pug with black chihuahuas that "bitch" Dilma're ahead.

The shops, on this trip, came to life and every door I heard voices, each offering services, other products. Sensual voices, hoarse voices, joyful, serious, melancholy.

One caught my attention. I could not see where it came from, but the question was sincere 'Quo vadis? "

I gave her no answer.

At the way, the sidewalk saw passes are open, under the cliffs spent with the kind help of trees which extended its branches like arms. The wind went by them so I could understand what they were talking.

I talked to a tree that dreamed of being a baritone at La Scala in Milan

The road was paved, valleys, mountains and ridges. The golden path I knew I had to be followed.

The water from the gutter proved strong as a mighty river, with little conversation. Rio Bravo, seriously, with an engagement: get to your destination.

Then as it began,

everything,

all things have lost "life".

Everything was gray. of the trees stopped singing. Most dogs do not talk about politics. The other river has returned to the gutter.

I reached my destination that day.

Heavy heart, bitter ...

Voices heard do I, but they were not the ones I wanted to hear.

Faces I saw, but not what I wanted to see.

And behold I heard a sweet voice, low, skinny. One of the voices that I wanted to hear.

And it told me so,

do not be sad, she knows you.

from this day forward, dismounted I am.

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Comment by nur-inn on November 1, 2010 at 9:43pm: mashaAllah...brother! .thank you for sharing your writings...do share more..
you have a unique style ..a combination of figurative words and casual flow...that blends very well!!
Allah is great...He grant different people with different abilities..!!Alhamdulillah...