i was at the local gas station getting my car cleaned since i hate the new driver we have cause he's got such an attitude problem and i want to hit him every time i see him but that's another story for another time folks. so once the dude's done cleaning my car he starts to tell me about how his friend has a sore throat. and i listen doing my best abu ji impression where i look like i'm paying attention but chances are i'm not and you can only catch this if you know us really well. it takes me a second to realize that the guy wanted me to prescribe some medication for his friend. so then i start to listen carefully and ask him a few questions about symptoms he noticed and wait out what he has to say and then explain to him that i'm only a student and not a doctor yet so i can't help him right now but tell him a few precautions. as i'm telling him this he became embarassed all of a sudden. this got me thinking. why did his demeanor change towards me? he only opened up to me so easily or without inhibition because he thought i could help him but became shy and awkward when he had realized he had misjudged me. it wasn't my intention to trick him and it wasn't that big of a mistake on his part but the change in him was visible. how odd

besides tuki aunty's birthday today is also rafay's birthday. my favorite 2 year old. there's gonna be a party for that little fatty tonight which should be good family fun. promise of a piniata. need i say more?

happy birthday tuki khala!

the other night nana ji and i were watching some show about believing in the unseen. and the person on tv was reiterating a story about the prophet s/a/w. the story in summary goes a little like this: there was a lady who's child passed away and she came crying and was very sad and told the prophet s/a/w about her misfortune. the prophet s/a/w told her not to worry because her child was playing in jannah and that if she wanted to see him she could. so she left no longer feeling sad. on her way back someone asked what had happened and she told them. when they asked her why didn't you ask to see your child again? the mother's reply was that she didn't need to see him. if the prophet s/a/w said it then it must be true. nice, na? oh oh and there was another thing about belief he had said. it was about isra and miraj. how when people questioned it the true believers said if an angel comes down to speak to the prophet s/a/w every night then why couldn't he make the trip? i'm not sure how true these are but they are feel good stories nonetheless. if anyone can check for me that would be great cause i would love to tell my younger family members but only if they are true

tiny, the twins, a, 3rd party, smalls and i went out for some grub. those kids are so much fun. nobody got hurt but we managed to make tiny wanna puke. ain't no party like a no physiology lecture today party cause a no physiology lecture today party don't staaap

i've come across this before but recently a friend of mine sent me this:
islam begins as something strange
and it shall return to being something strange
so give glad tidings to the stranger

why hello there stranger

supari is so good. sure it reduces the mack factor. but. really. luff this stuff

my fav x-men was gambit. it's gotta be the accent. although i did much like wolverine's craziness. yours?

had quiet an alhumdulillah moment earlier. the weather was perfect. the birds were chriping. i felt like singing. ok scratch that. the birds weren't chirping. but i did feel like singing. something sunshiney like sunny dayyy sweepin' up clouds awayyy. is that in your head now? how annoying, haina? so yeah. life is good. antiquated, i know

i think abu ji worries more about my hair than i do. which is not necessarily bad. but i feel like i'm always being brought to task for my hair being. um. what's the word? uninhibited. maybe. so i'm happy with it and others have to live with it. how seriously i take my own hair

rumination

peace out. i town

so there are people who don't believe in pulling any punches. now my deal with that is that it's ok to be truthful but do it to a limit. especially if you know you're overly critical. cause that's going to end up hurting someone. and is that what you really want? to hurt someone. to hold on to what you really want to say that's also helping. unless it's something you really can't help. the idea about oh it's really not me if i don't say something that comes to me first that's not always best. because more often than not something mean will come to your mind. it's in us. to me it reflects strength if you can stay quiet where it's obvious you could have said something that was the truth but also mean. still so weak. still in the making. help

most of the time i'm merely enjoying someone else's enthusiasm

forced this kid at school to say "i got the potties!" repeatedly. in front of others

ever felt that sting of indignation and then realized nobody's paying attention to you and you go right back to being normal without playing through to actually feeling what you are

dummy dialup! oh botheration!

so i find other muslims exhibit this effortless devotion. and it makes me rethink me. and my love for Allah swt. what is it that i'm lacking that makes it so tough to wake up for fajr? how come i can't seem to find time to read the Quran daily and then complain about nothing to do? it sounds contrite but it really is a struggle to submit

happy liver transplant day! 6 years and still going strong. alhumdulillah. it's all from Allah swt

for a month nobody's tried to make me drink stinky milk straight from the cow. for a month i haven't been called up on my cell because i've been a whole 2 minutes late from school. for a month i haven't been told stories of the past. for a month i haven't been told to go and rest even though i've just had a 3 hour nap. for a month i haven't busted someone cheating on the daily crossword puzzle by looking up answers in the dictionary and claiming that that isn't cheating. for a month i haven't been told i go out too much. for a month i haven't been told oh i made chicken corn soup especially for you so don't have dinner outside. for a month i haven't been told the evils of the world. for a month i haven't been told i'm cared for and that's why i'm not allowed to have fun. for a month i haven't had a cheek burn hug. stupid month

haggle price without the haggle. went to the sports store [feeling all sporty after sports week] to get some badminton rackets. for 2 rackets and 2 of those little birdie things the price tag said rs. 550. so i'm looking for that extra rs. 50 in my purse [yes. i carry a purse] and he's like acha panch saw day dain [alright just gimme 500] then i ask about the net and he's like the cheapest is rs. 125. and he waits. so i say ok. then he waits longer. so i say kya? [what?] and he's like acha saw day dain [alright gimme a 100]. pretty neat and clean huh?

rob thomas looks like a girl. a scared girl at that. pathetique

oh yeah and i participated only in one event. the 3 legged race. my friend s and i won 2nd place. we got a mug that both of us are trying to force on the other. in desperation we told another friend that we had won it for her. she wasn't buying it. can't anyone appreciate niceness anymore?

smack dab at the end of sports week. the bball tournament was the funnest to watch. final year vs first year. first year was all over that 1/2 court. fun good times had by all

all across the islamabad highway there are little signs that say cheated by tokens in paint cans? and there are other signs that say no tokens just quality. i don't know why but i feel like i'm being cheated. you guys? what do you think?

ok when people here say smart it doesn't mean that you're intelligent. nope. it means you're good looking. as in. say. "that boy looks very smart" [i guess...] or another example is "beta you're looking smart today" [as opposed to other days, when i'm just dumb] my personal favorite is "isn't he smart?" [um. i don't know. is he?]

photographs. lowe 'em. i was discussing with nana ji earlier tonight how amazing some scenes seem to us but it's so difficult to capture them. regardless of how nice your camera is what your eye sees is incomparable. subhanAllah

let the games begin. fumc sports week 2005 officially begins today. attendance is mandatory. we WILL have fun

on the back of taxis here you see 3 stickers. R. A. K. finally found out what those stand for. some dude. rahmatullah khan. was a taxi driver and was a darn good one too. at least that's the gist of the story. i should have paid more attention to 3rd party to get the whole story i guess. i'm too tired to worry about it now though

hate it when you're out in the sun for a long time and you get that white stuff on your lips from is it chapstick residue? yeah. not a fan

concert rescheduled for today. the best part was when people started tearing off parts of the stadium seats and throwing them at the media. yeah. i enjoy stuff like that. so sue me

funny. this kid

for whatever reason i remember sitting around the dinner table at our family friend's, the ch's, place and b started singing seppin in the nonies [sic]. guess actually which song he thought those lyrics belonged to?

met fraternal twins over dinner/dessert. stay tuned for more

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a couple of us [tiny, oic, a, the twins, smalls and i] were planning on seeing rdb. the show was cancelled. no worries. why did i mention this again? oh right. i say so what if they are fraternal twins? even if i was a dizygote i would still dress the same as my twin. i lowe it when hbiddy and i get shalwar kurtas made alike. which she hates, ofcourse. that's just me i guess. anyway i liked that it was non stop playing off of each other's jokes. overall a very good time. super cool kids that i wouldn't mind hanging out with again