Later that night I just wanted to get home. I was almost out the door to discover that someone had taken my shoes. I was so ready to leave and I looked all over for ten minutes looking for them. Then I remembered dad a few years ago in London took his shoes off at a masjid entrance at a miqaat with Moula. He just took them off and left them. He didn’t care. He had stuff to do at masjid. I remembered his attitude. They’ll be here or they won’t. He couldn’t care less. So baller.
Taher, they’re just shoes.
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