Age is like a superstorm, and life is a floodplain. Here on the Jersey shore, the grounded boats, the boardwalks that look like torn stitching invoke nostalgia. We really didn’t have any idea how nice everything was until it was gone.
I was in my village home on the night of Shab-e-Barat. This is a very important night for the Muslims of this sub-continent. I was once told by an Arab friend that there was no such thing as Lailatul Barat observed in any part of the Arab world.