I get every single bit of news about what Trump ate or said, bomb blasts worldwide, celebrity gossip, everything … But somehow I saw no mention in all my very Muslim social media to warn me that the night of the 15th of Sha’ban was coming.
And now it’s gone. Yet another sacred opportunity missed.
This is one more opportunity for me to nostalgically recall how in Pakistan it’d be impossible for me to miss the 15th night of sha’ban, or Shab-e-miraj, or the 12th of Rabiulawwal.
These are the moments when a person wonders about how global forces shape immigration, and how immigration trajectories change our lives, and how I could have been spending my evening and night praying instead of watching L.A. to Vegas.