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		<title>Written on our hands</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I was in high school, I had a horrible habit of writing notes to myself on my hands&#8211; so much so that sometimes the entire back of my hand would be covered, up onto my fingers and curving down onto my palm.  (I had not yet discovered planners, and I didn&#8217;t have the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was in high school, I had a horrible habit of writing notes to myself on my hands&#8211; so much so that sometimes the entire back of my hand would be covered, up onto my fingers and curving down onto my palm.  (I had not yet discovered planners, and I didn&#8217;t have the ubiquitous internet that allows me to organize my life these days.)  I&#8217;ve been picking it up again lately simply because I haven&#8217;t been online much, and haven&#8217;t been carrying a paper planner; right now there&#8217;s a small, neat note to myself reminding me I have make-up classes with my writing course tomorrow afternoon.</p>
<p>After class today, a student came up to me and, in an apparent nonsequitur, asked if he could show me something.  He said, &#8220;You know our god is Allah.  Look.&#8221;  He interlaced his fingers, and turned so that I could see the inside of his palms.  His friend traced letters on his hands:</p>
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<p>Allah, written in the lines on the palms of our hands.  I couldn&#8217;t think of anything to say (save &#8220;thank you&#8221;) in response to so lovely a sharing of knowledge.</p>
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