I came across this blog post that reminded me about the difference between western ways of organizing a day as compared to other places around the world (in this case, Morocco). In my travels through Kenya, Rwanda, and Egypt, I was introduced to the concept of “Africa Time.” I think this post sums it up nicely.
That little Arabic phrase contains the kind of frankness about mortality and fragility and misfortune that we Americans eschew. It recognizes the open-ended window that is tomorrow, the absurdity of today, the debts we owe for yesterday. It acknowledges how very small we are. As far as I’m concerned, insha’allah is the bravest phrase in any language.
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