Airport Blues

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink 
Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy’d 
Greatly, have suffer’d greatly, both with those 
That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when 
Thro’ scudding drifts the rainy Hyades 
Vext the dim sea: I am become a name; 

- "Ulysses", Lord Alfred Tennyson


As I departed through security after an ever familiar "random check", I couldn't help remembering those lines of poetry that my older brother, Ameer, once performed at the Kiwanis music festival. Even though I am leaving, I feel that I travel with my crew: my family and my friends. More importantly, I travel with their prayers.


Prayer is what we need right now. In Islamabad, I will be working with an NGO called Relief International (http://ri.org/). ln some ways, it feels kind of weird. I never expected to ever be working an organization affiliated with the UN (inasmuch as my dislike for aforesaid mulitlateral organization is somewhat clinical). 


I really hope it goes well; thus, your prayers are needed.


Hopefully, I will be updating this  blog on a regular basis with my writing, photos, and maybe videos (depending on upload speed).


"Indeed, God commands to justice and Ihsan"- my translation of a verse from the Qur'an