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16:41 - “To those who leave their homes in the cause of Allah, after suffering oppression, We will assuredly give a goodly home in this world: but truly the reward of the Hereafter will be greater. If they only knew!”

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Honey Stars / 9:51 PM

Before I ate the marshmallow, I read the ingredients. I found out that all the marshmallows look the same. But why does these marshmallows taste so differently from the other kinds? I reach into the bag and out pops a honey star.

Okay I have no idea what is going on in my head now. I can't even fathom what my heart is telling me. It's a whole mother load of jargon, just like Legal Systems and Contracts. One look at those photos and things started to go blur. I don't know what marshmallows are thinking or feeling nowadays. I wonder if marshmallows even know I like eating them although they are starting to taste a little bitter. Then I really look at those photos and then all these little bulbs of lost light start to appear. I have stars in my presence. I'm happy to see the marshmallows in that pure white state, undisturbed and happy. Sometimes I wonder if I just want to see others happy or I just don't want myself to be because sadness gives me an excuse to eat more marshmallows. I see so many stars now but I pick out the stray honey star from the bag of marshmallows and pop it in my mouth. A little confusion wouldn't hurt.

Although this makes as much sense as the tooth fairy paying kids for baby teeth (seriously, who would want a house full of old baby teeth) I know there's a meaning in there somewhere because I know my heart never lies.