Nomads are a source of wonder, and threat.
With no settled home, no single identity, no adherence to man made boundaries, they exist through periodic movements. No space is theirs but they claim it (temporarily) as home. The ‘other’; whose transient presence is impossible to contain, is a threat to ‘order’ and regime. To be a nomad is to find comfort in the spaces in between, to understand that ‘home’ is not a tangible place and that places are produced by mobilities.
My nomadic footprints guide me through the world, as I learn, teach, move and stay (temporarily). The lens through which I see the world is informed by faith, bloodline and education.
“Be in this world as if you were a stranger or a passing traveller.” (Al-Bukhāri)
In Islam this world is referred to in Arabic as al-dunya, which comes from a root meaning closeness…
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