Uh oh, guess which techno-twit has been messing with the gorgeous template that someone else made them…(raises hand.) Shame on me. All I can say in my defense is: As a rule Man is fool When it’s hot He wants it cool When it’s cool He wants is hot Always wanting What is not. So…

All praise is due to Allah, the Most Merciful, the Most Gracious. I now have TWO, count em, TWO nephews, MWAHAAAAA! Lookit what I got in my mail box! Alhamdulillah! To All, It is with the blessings from God Almighty that I am able to make this wonderful announcement. On 9/28/03 about 7:00am weighing in…

La la la! It’s Saturday and I’m excited about what possibilities the weekend may hold. First of all, there’s a can of blueberry pie-filling in the fridge, which is beauteous in and of itself. Second, the car is clean and has a full tank of gas. Third, I’m wearing a pink shalwar qameez. This is…

Happy Friday everybody. 🙂 Happy indeed. Today is the day when men congregate around masjids with their sleeves and pant legs rolled up and their faces dripping. Makes me happy. So happy that instead of blogging I’m going to go run off and bake something. Here, have a few laughs. They’re on the house. Frivolous…

The fridge is a dangerous place and I blame my Grey Crayon for it, sending me home with party leftovers, chocolate-peanut butter pie, breadsticks, yummy rice, and bon-bons. Bon-bons for corn’s sakes! Sheesh! I think I left the party with more food than I brought. But hey, I sneaked some of the food she was…

Not Teenage Ramblings.

Our Umrah plans have been cancelled. The uncle that we were supposed to go with has become seriously ill and he’s in no state to travel. I’d appreciate it if you guys put my uncle on the Blogistani Dua exchange. He’s a genuinely good man who I love like a father. It’s interesting what a…

Well, I’m getting slovenly again. I’ve just had breakfast at noon after watching an hour of morning cartoons. It’s all part of the ceremony of enjoying Sunday properly. But now even my brain is on hiatus and now I don’t know what to type. Errrr…maybe some Turkish coffee will help. Turkish delight would be better…

I’m trying to type a new blog. I’ve sat down at the computer table, but I keep getting distracted. See, I finally clean off the computer table, and without the usual piles of junk, I feel disoriented. Is this really my computer? (Where am I?) But here we go, FREE SHEEP FOR EVERYONE! YAY! Unhealthy…

I finally did it. I finally fulfilled a life-long dream and caught one of the lizards that runs around the ceiling. Please, sit down, no need for applause. Ok, maybe a little applause, and you may lavish me with your credit card numbers as well. 😉 Future Lizard-Wranglers of tomorrow may wonder how I managed…

Sensei Presents: The Freeware Review! A short, inconclusive and highly subjective list of freeware games that you should download if you’re bored. Or cheap like me. (he he) Now, before we being, you might ask, “Why on Earth are you playing freeware?” Well the answer is two-fold. First fold: Freeware is FREE! Second fold: Sensei…

Multilingual Madness. You never know when you’re going to need pre-fab phrases in other languages, things you memorize phonetically and keep in your mental list of important things to know. Like, “I need a doctor,” “Please call the police,” and “Please call my embassy.” I can say all of these phrases in English and Urdu…

Well, today was the anniversary of September the 11th. I vowed not to turn on the TV because I knew all I would find would be all WTC, all the time. Yes, it’s a tragedy and an inexcusable crime what happened at the World Trade Center, but ten times more Iraqis and Afghanis have died…

I’ve decided that communication is important. Exceedingly so. Proper communication prevents problems and reduces the possibility of unnecessary weirdness. For example, this morning, if my father had communicated with me, if he just had said, “Beta, before you go to work, please take the bag of beef out of the trunk,” then we wouldn’t be…

Click THIS LINK to read a really amazing and powerful piece of writing that a sister (not me, Thank God!) posted on the Muslim Writers Society. You must go. Sensei sez so. *** Mortally Wound Yourself in a Musical Way –or- Killing me softly, with pineapple. I didn’t know if I should bother telling people…

Mortein vs. Rocket Bug

Phone line? We don’t need no stinkin phone line! Oh wait, yes we do. And we would like to have one, but as my Turkish students would say, “It isn’t in the Kismet.” Adventures in Abezistan: Struth, I have vanquished the mighty foe! Lots of my adventures begin with me standing on a prayer rug.…