Nooj

Between my shadow and my soul

Jarred Apology

Mixture of camphor, masala and lime
Pristines you for a journey sublime

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Khadija August 16, 2008 at 8:12 AM  

An inspirational experience indeed. Often after we do a ghusl, one of the matriarchs among us, says, a tender smile playing at her lips , there she is, ready for her maker. it suddenly becomes so real, the inevitability of life, in a moment, reconciled.
I'm thinking of tom stoppard's rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead, 'We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the words for it, out we come, bloodied and squalling with the knowledge that for all the compasses in the world there’s only one direction...”