"Dear Mr Afeem and Mrs Kagn..."
Infant-Pampering Place
I saw this at the Karachi Airport while waiting at the boarding lounge for our plane. This is outside the women's bathroom. Somehow the word usage makes me think that once inside, I'd find chocolate fountains, lots of colorful origami lights hanging from the ceiling, balls of string, and miles of cloth covered with diaper rash cream.
You know, all the elements of an Infant-pampering place.
Venus, Meet Mars
I was in the kitchen when Ryz was watching one of the Matrix movies. I hadn't seen any and so I asked him, "Ryz yeh kaun sa part hai?"
"Yeh sab se acha part hai."
Exhaustion in the South Pole
I helped myself to a bowl of cherries and once the cherries were finished I set the bowl aside to get back to my list of errands to run. Later I glanced at the bowl and noticed that my Webkinz penguin lay on the bed in such a way that its feet were resting on the rim of the now empty bowl. Almost as if the penguin had devoured all the cherries and fallen over from the sheer effort.
The Perfect Market
I'll miss hearing the adhaan, was thinking that today. I'll miss that so much.
M: mm..... there's a reason you're going to the cayman fatima
a reason beyond shaadi too...
there might be a reason ur going to a country where there is no azan
im sure there was no azan in the US some years back
mm..theres a lovely marketing anecdote
i'll share with you...
once a man running a shoe business called in two of his workers and said
go to such and such an island. find out what market there is for shoes
one man returned saying: no one wears shoes on the island. there's no market for ur product.
the other man returned saying:
no one wears shoes on the island. it is the perfect market for your product.
Blade Runner
I've finally understood the meaning of the question, "Do androids dream of electric sheep?"
Well Played.
What Hassan Bhai said to each one of us on leaving once the elections were over. I couldn't have said it any better.
After having tea with the Awan girls from Garh Maharaja and hearing all their complaints of what exactly happened on election day, I am beginning to understand just how well we actually played, alhamdo lillah.
The one thing that is left is those 65,000 people who voted for a change and were overshadowed by illegitimate ballots that warded of any kind of help to this area. Alhamdo lillah for such a number, since it gives Abu the drive to try setting this right with the help and guidance of Allah Subhana Wa Ta'ala.
Coming back to the original statement, alhamdo lillah I'm glad to have played well, and glad to have Abu and all my relatives to have played well too, and alhamdo lillahe Rab il Alameen, for we truly don't know how else to play.
Home Within, and Home Without
Lima didn't have to come. Here's how I found home in gaon.
"An old juhi chawla movie is playing on tv n im remembering u.haha.try escaping tht! bought my first heels frm cnk.ibrahim pooped n peed in his new potty." Texts Umme Ibrahim.
Terms of Endearment
Sometimes when I'm reading one of Ryz's emails, I can tell that he's signed off in a hurry. That's when he writes phrases like, "have fun" towards the end. Reading such words while sitting in my village make me want to find where the party's at, probably an elusive location I may have missed and Ryzvan knows about.
Books That Make Me Dumb
A friend sent me a link to a list of all the books that make me dumb. Well supposedly anyway. There are books within the list that I would like to carry with me everywhere, or maybe I already do carry a bit of those books within myself each day.
Tag to anyone and everyone who reads this post: let me know if you get a rush of nostalgia with the following book titles as well.
Catch 22
Atlas Shrugged
Life of Pi
The Great Gatsby
1984
The Catcher in the Rye
All Quiet on the Westernfront
Alice in Wonderland
To Kill a Mockingbird
Brave New World
A Farewell to Arms
The Bell Jar
The Count of Monte Cristo
Running With Scissors
Lord of the Flies
Animal Farm
Anthem
Great Expectations
A Separate Peace
Hamlet
Night
The Outsiders
The Color Purple
Each title brings back a memory with it, and I grow to appreciate the books I read in Umreekan ISKool all the more, and make me miss the library even more than that.
The Funk Soul Brother
With taglines such as, "Peri peri, sixie sixie" to mark its sixth anniversary, and "Peri-fy your soul" during the month of Ramadan, behold the latest brainchild of the Nando's advertising team: the lid for the aluminum box for take-out orders. What. Absolute. Genius.
Scrambled Eggs
The fever has got to my brain and my thoughts are all scrambled. Now I know how Humpty Dumpty must have felt after falling off that silly wall.
Commit to Memory
Anyone who knows me even vaguely must know that I will never be able to relate to Ryzvan as my 'hubby' - my mind draws a blank each time someone uses that word and I drop everything to correct that person. I can't imagine using that word for him, ever: it's too... commonplace. Just about every woman in love calls her husband her hubby. I beg to differ.
A friend asked me to elaborate and after having looked into the reason why having to hear Ryzvan as my hubby makes me cringe, I came up with this.
I have this thing with nicknames. I am already very selective both about giving nicknames to people and assuming names for myself. Being of that thought myself, for anyone else to assume a nickname for my husband or fiance before my saying so is kind of eerie.
I don't mind anyone else calling her husband her hubby, that's entirely her business. But what I call mine, is my business and he's Ryzvan when people speak of him to me, or Ryz at the most. Any other name I give him, is my name to him - not anyone else's for him to me. Three's a crowd.
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