Love from A to Z
MARVEL: TWO SATURDAYS IN MARCH
ON THE MORNING OF SATURDAY, March 14, fourteen-year-old Adam Chen went to the Museum of Islamic Art in Doha.
A thirteenth-century drawing of a tree caught his gaze. It wasn’t particularly striking or artistic. He didn’t know why this tree caused him to stride forward as if magnetized. (When he thinks about it now, his guess is thus: Trees were kind of missing in the landscape he found himself in at the time, and so he was hungry for them.)
Once he got close, he was rewarded with the name of the manuscript that housed this simple tree sketch: The Marvels of Creation and the Oddities of Existence.
He stood there thinking about this grand title for a long moment.
Then something clicked in his mind: Maybe that’s what living is—recognizing the marvels and oddities around you.
From that day, he vowed to record the marvels he knew to be true and the oddities he wished weren’t.
Adam, being Adam, found himself marveling more than ruminating on the weird bits of existing.
We pick up his Marvels and Oddities journal on March 7, four years after that Saturday at the Museum of Islamic Art.
Eighteen now, Adam is a freshman in college, but it’s important to know that he has stopped going to classes two months ago.
He has decided to live.
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On the very late evening of Saturday, March 11, sixteen-year-old Zayneb Malik clicked on a link in her desperation to finish a project. She’d promised a Muslim Clothing Through the Ages poster for the Islamic History Fair at the mosque, and it was due in nine hours, give or take a few hours of sleep.
Perhaps it was because of the late hour, but the link was oddly intriguing to a girl looking for thirteenth-century hijab styles: Al-Qazwini’s Catalogue of Life as It Existed in the Islamic World, 1275 AD.
The link opened to an ancient book.
The Marvels of Creation and the Oddities of Existence.
A description of the book followed, but Zayneb could not read on.
“Marvels” and “oddities” perfectly described the reality of her life right then.
The next day, after returning from the history fair (and taking a nap), she began a journal and kept it going for the next two years, recording the wonders and thorns in the garden of her life.
Zayneb, being Zayneb, focused on the latter. She dedicated her journal entries to pruning the prickly overgrowth that stifled her young life.
By the time we meet her at eighteen, she’s become an expert gardener, ready to shear the world.
She’s also just been suspended from school.