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Once again the biting cold dismantles another piece of my romantic vision of premodernity — those dreams of the self-sufficient homestead farm fed by spring waters and warmed by the wood burning stove that account for many a wasted moment of my youth. Here I sit in the kitchen before such a stove, warming myself [...]

Last night I had a drifting sleep. Not really sleeping, not really awake, shifting in and out of consciousness all through the night. When sleep took me, there were dreams, but I only recall two of them now. In the first I watched as the Americans launched a cruise missile on one of their own [...]

I’m not very good at making du’a, for I never really know what to ask for other than forgiveness and guidance. My wife is always exhorting me to make more supplications, for she sees me arise quickly after my prayers, her own hands still lifted towards the heavens. It may be that I am ashamed [...]