I'm a sucker for shoulder rubs.
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.
Rung
Am going to play cards with the cousins again. Last night six of us tried playing Rung by taking out the 2s and ending up with 48 cards to deal evenly. After having explained the game, I dealed the cards to Haris so he could pick which suit (rung) and he said, "Red." This was after I had explained the game and had all of us had a practice round. On hearing Haris choose his 'rung', Ibrahim who was sitting down to be his partner, stopped midway in his seat and mildly commented, "Hum bahut burri tarah haarnay walay hain." To make up for his occassional fumbling, Haris cheats shamelessly by claiming he's out of a suit to play a trump and ends up with three cards of the same suit in the end, getting beaten up by the rest of us in the process. Playing cards can be an extreme sport in the Quraishi household.
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Sixty-four
The number of days I had spent without being behind the steering wheel. Driving was never as much fun as tonight, alhamdo lillah.
When All Else Fails, Run
It's been a while since I've ran. Wanting to gradually build my cardiovascular strength to par, I had no intention of running today as well. Just that today, walking on the treadmill didn't seem enough. So I ran, and when I started to get tired, I ran even faster. I ran until my chest started to ache and I felt that my heart wouldn't be able to take more stress. I ran for about a minute after that as well for good measure before slowing down to a walk once again. Alhamdo lillah running felt so good. I was out of aching and out of breath and I loved it.
Thinking that insha Allah the next time I were to try the same routine, my heart would be stronger and more prepared for the pressure. I don't think I've ever made a cognitive decision such as this when upset, not a damaging one anyway. Certainly not one that I know I will come out of feeling stronger and strangely relieved, alhamdo lillah.
I doubt I speak for myself alone when I say that I am capable of worse things to release stress, pressure or heartache. Of all the detrimental things to do, I guarantee this to be the most exhilirating. This hardly counts as being masochistic, because willingly allowing oneself to be hurt more than once by the same aspect, or not shying the fire after being burnt once is far worse. Each one of us puts ourself in such a position so many days of our lives. This one actually did my heart some good.
Pfft
So I chose to 'audit' everyone on Facebook with SuperPoke today. That's got nothing to do with anything. Really.
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