I sleep late in the morning. For the first time since coming here I have slept well and awoken refreshed. I hear Saboora's van come and let it go without leaving my tent.
Skylar and Elke are staying another day. We play more rounds of Kuhhandel. Things seem OK but Skylar and I are both a bit cranky today and take snipes at each other in the course of the game.
I want a shower but the water has run out. I call the office and Mr. Muhammad tells me to ask Mahmoud to get the pump running, but I can't find him. I call his name and give one of his bird cries. I hear a reply and chase after it to find it was Elke playing with me. I am not amused, and get further annoyed when Skylar advises me to stop trying and just wait til the water is fixed. "Just some free advice." I bite my tongue, about to quip "glad I didn't pay for it."
Later in the afternoon I cheer up and invite them along with me for a walk in the desert. They'd like to later, they say, and I know better than to wait. I go out barefoot; I never replaced my sandals and shoes are too heavy in the sand.
I walk alone in great openness and overwhelming beauty. The beauty holds a promise; that everything is being created by the most brilliant Artist. All is beautiful, and one's self and life are an inseparable part of it. All pain is redeemed. My heart can touch the jebels distant on either side. The sun pours light into it and the light is reflected in all directions. I almost succumb to the impulse to sing out. What would I cry? Allahu akbar, allahu akbar. Yes, my faith is one born of the desert. Something within, much older than the forty-one years this body has encircled it, recognizes its home.
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