Abez sez Assalamualaikum!

Islam, Autism, Mom-ism.

Dear/AssalamuAlaikum Family & Blogistan I’m typing this letter/ blog from the comfort of… (drumroll please) Baji’s house! Mwahahaaa! I dunno if she knows we’re here yet, but it’ll be lotsa fun when she arrives later tonight. Baji’s engagement party is tomorrow, and Chai drove up to G-ma’s house to pick Owlie & I up for…

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Dear Mom & AssalamuAlaikum Dad& Z1 & Fuzzy & Zaymun & Oleo Corpoleo & Blogistan I’ve only got half an hour to type (those are the rules down here at the Barret Memorial Library, Petersburg, IN) so I hope you guys forgive me for combining  four separate letters with this one blog entry.  We’ve been…

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Leaving tomorrow for G-ma’s house. All aboard for hugs, chocolate cookies and swinging on the front porch. toot toot!

Conversation of the day: Me: Hi Hamza!  It’s been a long time, how old are you now, five? Hamza: No, five and a half! Me: Oh? Hamza: Yes.  And still a ninja. Hamza.  The Ninja.

Just when you think that everyone has grown up, your elder brother hits you in the face with a pair of socks.  Ah, memories. 

Adventures in Amreeka

Four years ago, when Owlie and I lived with our uncle in Karachi while the rest of the family till lived in Chicago, I hoped that the phone was ringing for us from the US, and the home I missed was in Chicago. Four years later, I languish in Chicago and hope that it’s Pakistan…

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How we’ve spent much of our vacation so far: Driving between Suburbs!! Aaak!  

Nephew number one. Just got back from a night at Chuckee Cheese’s, and he’s full of pop, pizza, sugar and madness. This picture was taken one second before he zoomed off and started pressing plastic spiders on various party guests. 

Nephew number two. So cute he can get away with anything. This kind of thing should really be illegal… 

Walking past an abortion clinic on the way to buy milk this morning, we were stopped by a wide-eyed lady with an armful of literature who looked us and gasped, “You girls aren’t going in there, are you?!”   We told her obviously not.    “Good,” she said, placing her hand on her heart and sighing…

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AssalamuAlaikum Blogistan and Momma-Abbustan.   I’m sitting in the UIC computer lab right now with Owlie, Sabah & Shamaila, finishing up the camp book enjoying this really comfy swivel chair.  Wheee!  We’re about to break for lunch- kabobs in pita bread we brought from home, yummy, and after that we’ll get back to work.  Here’s…

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Very busy finalizing camp book, I’ll type a real post later. In the mean time, I need help finding a small ‘SalAllahu Alaihi’ graphic to follow the name of the Prophet Muhammad peace and blessings of Allah be upon him(this is where the graphic would be useful). I left my clipart collection at home. 🙁…

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Dear Mom & Abbu & Blogistan Yesterday Owlie, Sabah and I went out and replaced the beat-up sandals that I used to wear around the house- the ones the housekeeper was always making fun of and mom always trying to throw away. I’d give you permission to throw them away mom, but I actually brought…

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A family tradition for international arrivals: Giordano’s stuffed spinach pizza eaten on the very box in which it came. Notice our stylish cardboard plates. 

I feel FOB-ulous. (That’s FOB as in: Fresh Off the Boat) FOBular observations by Abez – Costco is bigger than Islamabad airport. – Judging by a fried breast-piece I met at yesterday’s picnic, I think your chickens could beat up our goats. – The fruit is unnaturally large. RUN, it’s FRANKENFRUIT!!!! – I could ride…

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Dear Mommma, Dad and Bloggers Well, something about this computer’s cookie settings won’t allow me to log in to my email box to sent my parents a letter, so I’m writing my parents a blog instead. The plane trip was pretty good, for the first time in my life I can say that I enjoyed…

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Pre-Flight Packing Highlights:

I found a bag that I thought was empty. Actually, it was our winter storage for crickets. That was exciting. Fatigue makes you do funny things. Stabbing yourself in the lip with a sewing needle is not one of them. We’re flying back on the same plane with Chai & Ismo. I thought that was…

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T minus eight hours and counting till take-off. Daylight and shopping time fading fast. Next time I blog it’ll be from Chicagoville. 🙂 Everybody pray we have a safe journey InshaAllah. Love, Peace & Salan Grease! -Abez

A week or two ago, I made the pukka intention of losing five pounds before I got to the US. You would assume that following that sort of intention I’d do stuff like work out more often, eat less, and sleep less. Well you assume wrong my friend, I have been working out more, but…

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Seeing as how it’s been SUCH a long time since I posted, I wanna type a rockem-sockem kinda blog, but alas, it hasn’t been a rockem-sockem kinda week. It’s been an interesting week, what with my little brotha and his little friend (nineteen year olds are so cute! Awww, coochie coochie…) coming from the States….

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