My mother told us she wanted she wanted a parrot for her birthday. She didn’t specify what color it should be, or whether or not it should be edible…The devilish looking horns were added on after the party btw, just for effect. 🙂  Sensei Presents: An exciting day and a boring blog Everyone has a…

I’m sorry folks, I found this bumper sticker in a book store the other day and I couldn’t resist. I had to have it for my very own. 😀 Seen anything weird lately?

Today is a hamster day, a day for me to brood malevolently in my cedar chip and wonder who keeps moving it around and why people keep reaching into the cage to poke me. Ok, so maybe ‘malevolently brooding’ means watching the Discovery Channel and eating gingerbread cookies, but I’m not leaving this cedar chip,…

Have a Hamster-Flavored Day A mangy looking guy goes into a restaurant and orders a hamburger. The waiter shakes his head and says, “No way. I don’t think you can pay for it.” The guy says, “You’re right. I don’t have any money, but if I show you something you have never seen before, will…

woohoo!

It’s 10 pm, and having alternately eaten, lounged, chilled and then eaten again (lather, rinse, repeat) since 5, I am so stuffed/lethargic/tired that this is all I can manage for a blog right now. But I wanna say a big huge JazakAllahuKheiran for the dua’s and to ask to keep ’em coming. In the mean…

Short of sounding really dramatic, could you guys dua for me? There are times when a brotha (or sista) could really, really use a dua. This is one of those times.

I’m not half the man my mother is.

My momma is my hero. She is the ideal to which I strive. She is the vanquisher of metronome dogs. This morning the Mother of All Evils and her three loud puppies were serenading the neighbourhood from our back yard again. I buried my head in my pillow and did my best to sleep through…

Abezistan in Real Time

Introducing self to someone at party- “Excuse me, but I think I’m your mother.” making pleasant conversation– “Your grandson just bit me in the head.” How work was today?- “There were mangos and burgers flying all over the place!” How did it go?- “He shot me with a grenade launcher several times.”

It’s 4:45 am and I’ve run out of rocks. I started out with exactly 28 of them, my first batch being 13 decently-sized chunks and the second being 15 lesser rocks and greater dirt crumbs that weren’t so ideal for throwing but they would have to do anyway. The distance was (and still is) 110…

Aniraz & I are planning a trip back to the US for the first time in four years. We also have to get the camp book together. We also have to buy gifts & clothes. We also have to figure out who we’re staying with and for how long. I’m sure I’m forgetting something…. Ah…

Camp Book

Ok bloggers and bloggerettes, here’s the deal. Every year, the super-shiny Muslim summer camp where Aniraz and I were campers (and then counsellors) puts out a camp book. It’s a collection of articles geared towards readers about 14 years and up. The book covers the basics of Islam and also includes crazy quizzes, jokes, poems,…

It got better…  This photo by request and request. I apologize for the cheap photo quality. Or well, actually, I don’t, because if I was really sorry I would’ve taken the trouble to hook my digital cam up instead of being lazy and using the webcam instead. Well, I’ve got a busy few weeks ahead…

bloggerbot test pic. Testing, testing, check Hammie, one two three..  Well, I’m being bad today. And there’s watermelon in my lap. It leapt off my fork. *geronimo!* After a long and boring wait for my mother at the dentist’s office this morning, I sped off to Chai’s house to chill with literaunty and ismo. (oh,…

Arf arf arf

Real-time in Abezistan Me: answers doorbell Man: Is your upper portion for rent? Me: No, not at the moment, but it may be within two-three months. Man: Oh, I heard it was going to be empty soon. Me: It isn’t yet. (turning away from gate) Man: Hey! Me: Wha? Man: (having a Eureka kinda moment)…

TROGDOR!!!

Some blogs are easier to write than others. Take, for example, a mortal wound blog. All I have to do is hurt myself and a great story is born. Last week I mortally wounded myself while washing the car, but because I was over-busy with my momma’s arrival, I didn’t get the chance to write…

There

There There is a nagging gnawing on the inside of my self It’s the feeling of my body giving up before its time. In the quiet twilight hours between one prayer and another Once I prayed for health Now I pray for peace. There is a writhing moaning in the deepness of my heart It’s…

The Tower

You’re standing in front of a tall Tower. You reach out and feel the foundation, it’s real enough. You rap against it with your knuckles and the solidness of it kind of hurts, send shivers into your hand. You pass your palm along the wall and it is smooth, flawless. There is no question at…