Haroun ibn Sallah al-Rashid

Well, that was entertaining. Who knew welding gloves and a digital camera could produce such wonderful revenge?

I hope you enjoyed your bath, Alison. I know I did. At least I didn't scent the lake before I dropped you in. Sorry about the blouse, though. I'll replace it for you.

Wet silk clings so lovingly, wouldn't you agree?

Love and kisses,
Haroun

Hello all.

Professor Xavier has been kind enough to give me a teaching position here at the Institute. I'll be taking over Mr Dayspring's Arabic class next term, as well as some other duties that he has asked me to perform. I'll be working closely with Mr Dayspring in the meantime to get up to speed on what he has already covered. We'll be formulating next term's lesson plan together.

I know that my last stay here was ... counterproductive. All I can promise is that I will not allow myself to be goaded like that again. Not for any reason.

I've been given my old room back, if anyone has any questions or would like to wander by and say hello.

Salaam,
Haroun

Can't say exactly that I'm surprised.

The boy has no control. He knows it, I know it, everyone knows it. I'd be willing to place good money (not that I'm a gambling man...) on the idea that Jono will be fussed over, sympathized with, coddled, and allowed to continue on his uncontrolled, unchecked ways with zero efforts to correct his problems.

But I'm not a betting man.

What I'm wondering is how long it will take before instead of filling a bed in the Infirmary Jono fills one of the graves out back?

Salaam,

Haroun

is beautiful at night.

Especially when you're cruising at a thousand feet or so.

If anyone heard something like an explosion from the back porch last night - well, that would have been me.

Flying makes me feel clean. I wonder why I don't see too many other flyers in the sky at night?

Lorna, let me know when you're free. I owe you a flight.

Salaam,
Haroun

Apparently a little black-and-white ... figurine ... just ran past my room door.

It was dragging a stuffed animal by its ear behind it.

Is this normal behavior?

Haroun

It was interesting. Still, I think I prefer bowing my head respectfully in submission to God rather than all the pomp and circumstance.

Besides, all the sitting and kneeling and standing was really getting on my nerves. It _hurt_!

But at least the music was ,,, interesting. I'm more used to just singing without music.

And, once again, I was reminded of the Christian obsession with graven images. God lives in our _hearts_, people, not hanging from our necks or all over our walls!

But I do not begrudge them their faith. They worship Allah, even if they do not know Him by that name. I did not really enjoy the readings - too many religious differences, I don't want to get under the skins of my temporary house-mates.

Kurt is ... very devout. I would never defile my own flesh so, but I can sort of understand why he does it. The others were fairly typical - a little French girl, the big Russian (so much for the storied Russian atheism!), the green-haired temptress American, and the African.

Ororo confuses me. Her ancestry is clearly African; I can hear it on her tongue, but she seems so ... American. She flaunts her body openly, and she is completely lacking in respect. But that's what America does to you, so I should not complain too much.

After Church, I did something I should not of - I tried to fly.

And I was punished for my presumption. I got maybe a dozen feet off the ground before the stabilizer went, and I crashed back to earth. I do not think anyone saw me, but my entire right side is a little tender right now. So much so that I had to miss the basketball game.

Still no sign of Professor Xavier. I believe I overheard one of the children mention something about a Cerebro?

Ah well. I believe that the phrase is "In for a penny, in for a pound?"

There's a beer under the sink that is calling to me.

Haroun