Thoughts Lead To Appreciation
From Umm Sulaim, Allah’s slave-woman to my brother. Peace be on whoever follows Guidance.
By dawn, my arm was painful and swollen. The nurse removed the needle; the rest of the medication was administered orally.
For the time being, I lay in bed perspiring. The bedding was already drenched from the night. Then the doctor announced I had typhoid and malaria! What a combination!
For the first time in years, I ate with my left hand. Ate? Add ‘in broad daylight’ to that! It was Yaum al-‘Arbi`ā the fifth day of Ramadhan.
Still not fasting …
My brother, always hope for the best and make preparations for it, though when and how you taste of it depends on your Creator. And, please, pardon the lateness of this letter: financial problems. Even if I am unable to contact you, I act in your interest to the best of my ability.
May Allah your Rabb and my Cherisher grant you the best. Aamiin!!
The recipient was accorded a code name by the British government.
As there were a number of such detainees to whom I addressed my letters, I am unable to identify this particular prisoner.
Sent: 17:26 hours, Monday 24th, Ramadhan, 1427
[October 16, 2006]