February | 2004 | Abez sez Assalamualaikum!

I ate a bonbon. It had to happen eventually, what with there being a box of white bonbons in the house. Do I feel guilty for it? Absolutely not, which may be part of the problem. Here I am lifting weights, exercising and trying to get into better shape, and I go and sabotage myself…

Left Brain: It’s 1 am again. Right Brain: Yep. Same time as yesterday. LB: That makes today Friday already. RB: Yep. Happens every week. LB: You know what that means, don’t you? RB: That we know the days of the week? LB: No, it means that we haven’t showered in three days. RB: So what?…

Aaaaaaarrrhhhh…my hands are shaking. Not just my hands, my arms from the shoulder down are trembling in an embarrassingly old-lady kinda way. Why? Cuz I’ve been lifting weights. And do you know what the embarrassing part is? It’s the amount of weight I’ve been lifting. You really wanna know how many pounds/kilos it takes to…

Blogistani time-travel. We are moving backwards through history (woosh!), all the way back to July 17th, 2003. Note the following entry: Oh yeah, yesterday I walked into my room and noticed that there was a shaft of light shining through the packing between the air conditioner and the wall. Did I say packing? I meant…

You think you have problems?

It isn’t often that you watch something on TV that makes you cry, but sometimes it does happen. Like this evening. I was watching a documentary on the Discovery Channel about feral children, which are basically children who, through extreme neglect, have ‘gone wild.’ The most famous case would probably be Genie, who was kept…

Hmm, is it Thursday already? Sheesh, time flies when you’re errr…bored. Yeah. Bored but busy. Since we’ll be moving soon (‘nother house up the road) we’ve started delving into the closets and cabinets that haven’t been opened since the year 2001, when we moved in, shelved the boxes and threw away the keys on the…

Why as a child raised in a multi-faith home, I don’t support multi-faith marriages

Ok, here’s the part II to the post I did a few days ago about being raised in a two-faith household. It’s not so much a continuation of the story as it is a warning, or a fine-print. But here it goes. Abez does not in any way endorse or support inter-faith marriages. Seeing as…

I haven’t forgotten about typing a part II to the post I started a few days back (about growing up in a two-religion household), it’s just that I had to mention that we had two earthquakes today. It was so amazing and scary at the same time, SubhanAllah. I felt the first one while I…

(Hey Sensei, what’s up?) 1. I’m trying to brainwash one of my students, but it’s harder than I thought it would be. Hmmph. (mongrel) 2. I had such a big lunch today that it’s dinner-time and I’m STILL feeling full. *groan* 3. I’m wearing my father’s sweater and I’m sorry to say that it looks…

Growing up: Muslim? Mormon? Confused!

I’ve been asked to write about how, even having been raised in a household with two faiths, I came out to be Muslim. And I have to admit I feel like I’m writing an essay for homework. (That’s irony, said the English teacher.) Well, my mother was (and still is a Christian) and a my…

Alright y’all, that there other comment box was a’running out of space. Here’s our spaghetti western so far. A light breeze blew, stirring up the dust in front of the saloon and carrying it down to the stable where my horse stood. Good old Bullet, my trusty steed had carried me this far in my…

RIP: The Iron

It’s 1:30 am and everyone else is asleep. Whackos. They went to bed early on me. Hmmph! The night is young, I say! So here I am downstairs, on the computer, blogging in the dark. Hooray! I was going to blog about Urdu expressions, specifically, one that I hear most often- Aap kiss matkay may…

Writer’s Block

*Baked 8 dozen peanut butter cookies. *Peeled an orange with a spoon. *Began designing myself a new layout. *Wore mismatched socks. This is a sum total of noteworthy things I have done today. Somebody tell me how I could turn this into a blog.

I Love Islamabad Traffic

While the action and adventure continues in our Blogistani Spaghetti Western (in the comments of the post prior to this one) I’ll get back to blogging. I try not to be redundant and blog about the same topic twice in one week (I said ‘I try,’ not ‘I succeed’) but here’s another blog about traffic….

Hey, on Saturday I actually met Ms. X, the proverbial Darth Vader from my January 13th blog about joining the dark side. I would like to have asked her about that job that was offered (on condition that I not wear a scarf) and whether it had been filled. I would also have liked to…

Since 10 this evening, I have: Washed dishes Made two coffee cakes Baked bread Burnt my thumb Smashed my thumb Dyed my thumb black All I have left to do is: Clean the house Wash my baking pans Press my Eid clothes with a non-functioning iron Ice my thumb Wash my thumb Bandage my thumb…