I’d come to Oman on an unintended sabbatical of sorts. It was December 2001 and soon found myself diving with a friend who had a diving company. I learned how to dive, and spent several hours cut away from the faster pace of the ad world in New Delhi. The sunshine from Oman was a newer kind of light to my eyes, juxtaposed against open water expanses and the endless Rocky Mountains of Oman, Muscat. mostly in a totally secluded diving spot called Damaniat Islands. It could be as if I were in a fortress, or a fort of rest. The canvas of my mind was being reshaped in a way, and what I was relearning from this new friend Abdul was about the religion of Islam.