So it’s Eid-ul-Fitr tomorrow (or today depending on when you celebrated it) or actually since it’s three days, technically everyone has Eid together (on one of the days at least right?)..

I read that the Prophet (p.b.u.h) stayed awake all night the night before Eid and was therefore renamed as ‘The Night of Reward’ or Lailat-ul-Jaiza.

My room is a mess.

Well it’s not as bad as some rooms but it is still pretty messy. On my left there is my desk, which is made of metal ( – well the frame is) and safety glass (the shelvey parts – I wanted to specifically mention that since when I got it I always wondered if it meant safety glass as in the kind that would protect me from bullets – if so, genius! pretty cool huh?)

A man was walking through the marketplace one afternoon when, just as the muezzin began the call to prayer, his eye fell on a woman's back. She was strangely attractive, though dressed in fulsome black, a veil over head and face, and she now turned to him as if somehow conscious of his over-lingering regard, and gave him a slight but meaningful nod before she rounded the corner into the lane of silk sellers. As if struck by a bolt from heaven, the man was at once drawn, his heart a prisoner of that look, forever. In vain he struggled with his heart, offering it one sound reason after another to go his way, wasn't it time to pray? but it was finished: there was nothing but to follow.

This is going to be a little short for a handful of reasons.

1) My sister (I seem to always mention at least one of them don’t I? Hmm), anyway uhkti is waiting downstairs for me to sit with her while we um basically surround ourselves with each others company. We feed off each other's presence - ooh sounds Carnivorous.

2) I feel like I need to do something important and need time to think about what it is.

3) I want to pray Isha early-ish.

4) I’m a little ZzZed out from work.

Anywayyy!

When I was younger, my sister called me into the kitchen and held a small purple tin in her hands. I think I could read, or maybe it was just that I recognised the sign. Cadbury’s. No that just sounded good. I could definitely read. I've always been a reader.

She smiled at me lovingly and asked if I wanted to smell something. I was pretty indifferent to be honest and probably shrugged or something, she took that as a yes and lifted off the lid.

As she did, I caught a quick whiff but she prompts me to smell the fine dark brown power inside, properly. Cocoa Powder. The smell rushed to my nose, it seeped through the air instantly and alerted my senses.

Im pretty sure thats a shoe he's holding, and have you seen the planes?

Aaah..finally, the stickman converted.