nineteen days

day seventeen

Posted in day seventeen, the fast - 2013 by amysahba on March 18, 2013

“O servant of God! We revealed Ourself to thee once in thy sleep, but thou didst remain unaware. Remember now, that thou mayest perceive and hasten with heart and soul to the placeless Friend.”


Make Thy beauty to be my food, and Thy presence my drink...


kyan - dawnnaim_dawnkyan - dusknaim_dusk

kyan bayani/left (berlin, germany): 

“The Flash” by Italo Calvino

It happened one day, at a crossroads, in the middle of a crowd, people coming and going.

I stopped, blinked: suddently I understood nothing. Nothing, nothing about anything: I did not understand the reasons for things or for people, it was all senseless, absurd. I laughed.

What I found strange at the time was that I had never realized before; that up until then I had accepted everything: traffic lights, cars, posters, uniforms, monuments, things completely detached from any sense of the world, accepted them as if there were some necessity, some chain of cause and effect that bound them together.

Then my laugh died. I blushed, ashamed. I waved to get people’s attention. “Stop a moment!” I shouted, “there is something wrong! Everything is wrong! We are doing the absurdest things. This cannot be the right way. Where can it end?”

People stopped around me, sized me up, curious. I stood there in the middle of them, waving my arms, desparate to explain myself, to have them share the flash of insight that had suddenly enlightened me: and I said nothing. I said nothing because the moment I had raised my arms and opened my mouth, my great revelation had been as it were swallowed up again and the words had come out any old how, on impulse.

“So?” people asked, “what do you mean? Everything is in its place. All is as it should be. Everything is a result of something else. Everything fits in with everything else. We cannot see anything wrong or absurd.”

I stood there, lost, because as I saw it now everything had fallen into place again and everything seemed normal, traffic lights, monuments, uniforms, towerblocks, tramlines, begggards, processions; yet this did not calm me, it tormented me.

“I am sorry,” I said. “Perhaps it was I who was wrong. It seemd that way then. But everything is fine now. I am sorry.” And I made off amid their angry glares.

Yet, even now, every time (and it is often) that I find I do not understand something, then, instincitively, I am filled with the hope that perhaps this will be my moment again, perhaps once again I shall understand nothing, I shall grasp the other knowledge, found and lost in an instant.

na’im samimi-moore /right (beijing, china): i’m an ember. the Fast is a gale.

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  1. leili said, on March 18, 2013 at 10:35 pm

    I just …. love it. Kyan – yours are really glimpses, so symbolic. And Namo – that red, and that blue. So evocative of where you live, but also of you. Thank you!

  2. Lale said, on March 18, 2013 at 11:45 pm

    These are wonderful. I’ve enjoyed your ‘nineteen days’ for a few years now and just noticed you released a book – but it’s SOLD OUT! Will you be doing another run of them or perhaps creating another book?

    • amysahba said, on March 20, 2013 at 8:54 am

      Hi Lale,
      the book was a small run. We’ve always had high hopes of publishing a book every year but it was just too much work to do on our own. Who knows- maybe someday!

  3. :: layli :: said, on March 19, 2013 at 1:33 am

    how do i say….? j’adore~~~~

  4. samimi said, on March 19, 2013 at 1:35 am

    how do you say….? ~~~j’adore~~~

  5. Victor Jason said, on March 19, 2013 at 3:32 am

    awesome! mind blown. both sets are both captivating and compelling.

  6. sjonabro said, on March 19, 2013 at 8:14 am

    I cannot get over how amazing the reflections were today, just as they were, one after the other…. W.O.W.

  7. Veda said, on March 19, 2013 at 11:06 am

    This is great. Thanks to all those who have a hand in this.

  8. amysahba said, on March 20, 2013 at 8:56 am

    A beautiful set – and Kyan – I just love that story. It truly captures in exquisite words how I’ve felt many times.

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