farms

i had a good chat with a nice egyptian man, who does odd-jobs around the mosque. previously we hadn't talked much cos i was not in an understanding mood - plus, if you've ever talked to an egyptian in his language (a warped version of arabic) then you'd know what i was talking about.

well, it was after friday prayer, on a lovely sunny day, and we'd gathered at the little tea-stall that the prayer-caller's brother owns, and drinking something called sahlab - which is milk-based, and really sweet, with cinnamon powder and coconut flakes, and i got to chatting this guy.

we chatted about farming, and the differences invloved in irish and egyptian farming, and i was surprised at my own ability to speak on those topics - it being such a long time since i've done anything remotely resembling farming, but the more i spoke the more it came flooding back. those old roots don't die - merely hibernate, ready to be revived.

the farmer is close to the earth, and far from the city, and thus is in prime position to appreciate God's wonderful creation. he takes what he needs from the earth, and doesn't settle for frozen, or preserved, or plastic-wrapped tasteless luxury.

i was reminded that itwas the same one day in my country, but with the advent of cars and huge supermarkets, and the ingrained notion that you need to be a part of the economic system to survive, that simple life seems dead - but perhaps it can be ressurrected. i now recall the earthy neighbour who moved in close to my home, and respect his decision to live the 'good life'. (remember that british comedy?)

it is one of my latest dreams to do the whole 'sheep-raising' thing anyway, so...

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nuh ibn zbigniew gondek said…
As salaam alaikum.

Just surfing through. Please come by insha'Allah if you have some time to read about Islam.

Ma'as salaama,

nuh ibn
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