We're made from clay but also from a spirit that is not of this world. Negotiations between the two are always in session. Meanwhile, you may find here some reviews, commentary, translations, links to various articles, excerpted quotes, exegesis, and anything else that has a chance to edify, inspire, remind, or kindle. Thanks for dropping by.
—— Ibrahim N. Abusharif, Ph.D. Twitter @i_abusharif
posted by fromclay at 8/23/2007 06:24:00 PM
Born and raised in Chicago and its environs, Ibrahim Abusharif, PhD, is a professor in the journalism and strategic communication program at Northwestern University in Qatar. His research interests include the intersection of media and culture; digital media and religious authority; literary journalism; media in the Arab world; and religion and media. He is also a journalist and a writer of non-fiction and fiction. His articles have appeared in numerous newspapers and magazines, both print and online. He has also worked closely on translation projects of the Quran. He has a masters in journalism and doctorate in religious and Islamic studies. And he finds it very interesting to write about himself in the third person like this. It's possible he'll revise this introduction and be more personable. But "not now!" he says. (Email: i.abusharif@gmail.com)
6 Comments:
Great photos. My daughter called from Evanston on the way home, saying that there was a tornado. A tornado in Evanston. Trees were down all the way through Wilmette. Wow. They had a tornado in Brooklyn the other day also.
And we have been freezing for days on end in New York. All this can be sung to the tune of:
It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fiiiiiinnnneeeee
Ya Haqq!
we get summer storms like that all the time in virginia (hooray for climatic transition zones). aren't they magnificent (and scary)?
Ibrahim,
Salaams
many thanks for the haunting but beautiful pictures.
M.Husayn
Ya Latif
Subhan Allah. Reminds me of Surah Dukhan. Makes me feel like being under the ground. Also makes me wonder what it would be like to hover in the midst of those clouds (without the aid of a helicoptor or something). No mediation.
I guess physics is no friend to me here.
I'm glad the photo represented a glimpse of the moment. I was wondering if that would be possible with a photo or two. It was just before the rains fell (walls of water crashing down) and thunder moving closer and lightning bolts coming straight downward perpendicular, right over head. Well, it’s official: this has been the stormiest August on record. What a word “record”! Statistics bother me sometimes because they rob one of the wondrous nature of things and our receptivity of the signs and ultimate power behind them. Thank you all for your comments.
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