April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Anyway I've been checking the weather compulsively and my heart is swollen, or maybe it is collapsing on itself. I can't really tell because I have to spend all day (and night!) in the library.
i have been extremely studious the past few days. this has been mildly gratifying but mostly depressing because i see out the window, i know that it is beautiful outside and that i could be making myself a very nice sun tan but instead must sit in the rosecrans reading room and write about the hadith. this should cheer me up a bit:
at least the umma will be pale.
in other news. this is my favorite hadith:
Volume 1, Book 6, Number 319:
Narrated Zainab bint Abi Salama:
Um-Salama said, "I got my menses while I was lying with the Prophet under a woolen sheet. So I slipped away, took the clothes for menses and put them on. Allah's Apostle said, 'Have you got your menses?' I replied, 'Yes.' Then he called me and took me with him under the woolen sheet." Um Salama further said, "The Prophet used to kiss me while he was fasting. The Prophet and I used to take the bath of Janaba from a single pot."
I think I may get myself a menses sweater. I googled menses sweater and it looks like this:
I googled menstrual sweater and it looked like this:
