Violated…

Am miserable.  Had my I-pod nano stolen from my desk at work today.  One of those untrackable crimes I’m afraid, where it’s near impossible to both track the goods or the perpetrator.

It was a birthday gift from my bro and what is more upsetting is that it had pics…  old and new, family and friends and yes, a few that perhaps I kept as a reminder of a few skeletons in the closet, pics that I had no business putting in something that I was carrying around in a place of work or otherwise, anywhere outside my room.  Nonetheless, it’s been done and lost.  And I am getting a tension headache that’s grabbed the back of my skull and traveling all the way to my temples in these measured pulses of numbing agony…

He’s so going to kill me.  I have half a mind not to tell him, who told me repeatedly never to put pics on an i-pod but I in all my superiority then was arrogant and condescending about his faith in my taking care of my things and my privacy…  This is called falling right into shit!!

My mind is now filled with panic inducing, far reaching implications of the pics that rival armageddon.

Allah, please protect me and give my mind peace.  Everything is yours and to you it will return and you know all…  Keep me safe from the evils of Satan, of this world and the people in it, my own intentions and my own deeds… Ameen!