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Omar Bhai says:
hello fatima popo
º Fatima º says:
hi Sehyroo Patairu!
Omar Bhai says:
hello any one there
º Fatima º says:
yes
one Popo for one Sehyroo
Omar Bhai says:
fatima popo ilove you 123345
º Fatima º says:
My goodness! It grows with each time
Omar Bhai says:
fatima popo could you please whate
º Fatima º says:
of course I can
Sehyr may I please keep you with me forever and ever?
Pretty please?
Omar Bhai says:
i donot know fatima popo
{have to ask mama or abu
º Fatima º says:
I will get Dada or Dado to ask them
We will keep them as well.
How is that?
Omar Bhai says:
ok
Omar Bhai winks:
Play "Heart"
º Fatima º says:
My goodness, you are such a cutie patootie!
Omar Bhai says:
{so you got a new picture fatima popo}
º Fatima º says:
Yes I did. This is my niece Sehyr.
Have you met her? She is lots of fun.
She has very cold feet and she likes to keep them warm by hugging me.
Omar Bhai says:
i know its me sehyr
º Fatima º says:
I know silly! I was just saying that
Omar Bhai says:
hahahahahahahahahahahhahhahahahaha
º Fatima º says:
AND she laughs a lot.
Omar Bhai says:
you are silly popo and she likes warm hugs
º Fatima º says:
she likes warm hugs best from her best friend
AND she will visit really soon insha Allah.
Static
You know when the television is on to a channel with only static for a long time and you're busy doing something else while it hums, and when you're finished you settle down on the couch facing the television, staring at it thinking about what you were busy with. Well, the entire time, the television has been humming its static in the background but you have been oblivious to it because of your distractions. Until the sudden jolt where you realize what you've been staring at for the past fifteen minutes.
What I mean to explain is that although you're busy doing your own work, the static on television may sound the same but its consistency speaks of its everlasting existence. It doesn't matter how early or late you wake up to it, it's been there the entire time whether you gave it importance or not. It's only when you snap to attention do you actually wonder how long the television has been on.
I experienced a similar jolt while reading today's edition of The New York Times in my inbox.
The news read,
"Helicopter Crash Claims 13 on Deadly Day for U.S. in Iraq
By DAMIEN CAVE
Published: January 21, 2007
BAGHDAD, Jan. 20 — On one of the deadliest days for United States forces since the Iraq war began, an American helicopter crashed in a Sunni area north of Baghdad on Saturday, killing all 13 people onboard, the United States military said. "
A bit further down,
"Iraqi state television reported that a raid in south Baghdad on Saturday, with around 100 Iraqi police commandos backed by six United States helicopters, killed 15 suspected Sunni Arab insurgents"
So the wake-up call makes me ask, "Who's the Iraq WAR against?" Now that Saddam has died, who are they fighting or trying to control?
Aren't these insurgents actually residents of Iraq?
Such questions are at the top of my head with a lumbering tower of more questions beneath.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche
"Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche" - I can write the saddest verses tonight. A personal favorite poem. Insha Allah, truly insha Allah once I learn Arabic I will learn Spanish and read Pablo Neruda's poetry in his native language.
Only then will be able to wonder at his simple-minded rhetorics in the language which made him think in the first place.
"Sufre más aquél que espera siempre que aquél que nunca esperó a nadie?" - Does he who waits forever suffer more than he who never waited for anybody?
"Algún día en cualquier parte, en cualquier lugar indefectiblemente te encontrarás a ti mismo, y ésa, sólo ésa, puede ser la más feliz o la más amarga de tus horas." - Someday, somewhere — anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
After that, on to Persian for Amir Khusrau, but that's for another time, another post.
Limbo
"Til I Hear It From You" - Gin Blossoms
I didn't ask
They shouldn't have told me
At first I'd laugh, but now
It's sinking in fast
Whatever they've sold me
Well baby I don't want to take advice from fools
I'll just figure everything is cool
Until I hear it from you
It gets hard
The memory's faded
Who gets what they say?
It's likely they're just jealous and jaded
Well maybe I don't want to take advice from fools
I'll just figure everything is cool
Until I hear it from you
Until I hear it from you
I can't let it get me off
Or break up my train of thought
As far as I know, nothing's wrong
Until I hear it from you
Still thinking about not living without it
Outside looking in
Til we're talking about it, not stepping around it
Maybe I don't want to take advice from fools
I'll just figure everything is cool
Until I hear it from you...
South Sound
Yes, there is such a thing.
Crunchy peanut butter that's simply too crunchy.
So I scoop a teaspoon out from a brand new jar of crunchy peanut butter that Ami bought, and all I can taste after that is peanuts, little bits of peanuts and also larger chunks of peanuts.
Where did the peanut butter go? There is a world of a difference between having peanuts in my peanut butter and having peanut butter in my peanuts.
I am now left with a jar of peanut butter to finish before I can even think of getting another brand. It's a painfully slow process since I cannot manage more than half a teaspoon at a time. In the end I'm simply waiting for it to miraculously dissolve in my mouth since I don't want to chew on it for fear of tasting it and swallowing just large chunks of peanuts is impossible.
Squeaky Clean
There's always a newsfeed that appears on top in my gmail inbox and I usually click on bits I'd like to know more about. Recently there was a piece on some urinal thief in some part of the world. I obviously did not click on the link to learn the details.
Just that the way the final chapter to the urinal thief story was worded made me laugh at its suggested silliness. The newsfeed reads, "Urinal thief comes out clean."
It makes me picture a urinal thief that keeps a bottle of hand sanitizer handy on him in case things get messy. What an immaculate sense of cleanliness. What utter cornball.
These Sounds Keep Running Through My Mind
"Perfect" - Alanis M.
Sometimes is never quite enough
If you're flawless, then you'll win my love
Don't forget to win first place
Don't forget to keep that smile on your face
Be a good boy
Try a little harder
You've got to measure up
And make me prouder
How long before you screw it up?
How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up?
With everything I do for you
The least you can do is keep quiet
Be a good girl
You've gotta try a little harder
That simply wasn't good enough
To make us proud
I'll live through you
I'll make you what I never was
If you're the best, then maybe so am I
Compared to him compared to her
I'm doing this for your own good
You'll make up for what I blew
What's the problem...why are you crying?
Be a good boy
Push a little farther now
That wasn't fast enough
To make us happy
We'll love you just the way you are
If you're perfect.
Neatness' Sake
I really like how Peanuts echo my sentiments about traditions in such a delightful manner. I couldn't have put this in a better way myself if I tried.
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