tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282309.post-1133134199412282172005-11-27T23:28:00.000Z2005-11-27T23:29:59.430Z<p class="MsoNormal">The night before Eid, as I laid out my hands to get my henna done, I noticed that at the very tips of my fingernails there was a slight hint of orange coloring at the tips. I soon recalled that I had put that henna on my nails for the first night that we went into the rawdah!<span style=""> </span>As I sat getting the elaborate and intricate designs on my palms, I couldn’t help but think how that simple plain circle I had put on right before going to the rawdah was the grandest piece of art ever on my palms. As I sat patiently, I began to think of all I had done with those hands with henna. I bought a <i style="">tasbeeh </i>with beads so small that I had to put in an effort to move the beads around. I prayed with those hands at the mosque of the prophet. I hugged a number of sisters from different places in the world with those hands. I did <i style="">wudu</i> with <i style="">zam-zam</i> water with those hands. I did sajda with those hands in the rawdah.<br /> My henna-ed hands. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">- <i style="">Anonymous </i><o:p></o:p></p>Fareena Alamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16196127335664587906noreply@blogger.com