Islam, Autism, Mom-ism.
I was going to write about our awesome Lahore trip, but instead I’m overwhelmed with other things. I feel confused, I feel elated. I feel tired, I can’t sleep. I want to lay down and wake up with perfect mental clarity. Crayon, Hemmie, Chai, remind…
Dear Hemmie, Demi-Hemmie, Hemmie-Momma, and Z-Bhaya Oh, and Blogistan too. Hello. I’m back. I’m paying the price for my lavish vacation and 1/4th of a cake (I’ll explain later) with a definitely inflamed stomach, and me with no zantac. Hmmm. I also fell asleep shortly…
dear momma. and aniraz. and blogistan. umm. im not abez. but i’ve always wanted to be. sort of. i mean. she plays some mean DDR. which is a waste of chocolate energy if you were to ask me. but then, not too many ppl ever…
In yet another futile attempt to get diurnal, I went to bed at 11:30 this evening. Imagine my dismay when I began waking up around 2:30. I tried to fight it and pretend like I was happily sleeping, but it didn’t work. No matter how…
If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. Possibly try again tomorrow. I tried to get on schedule yesterday, but it didn’t work. Tonight I made the resolution to get to bed before midnight, but when I realized I was still awake at 2:30,…
Look Ma, I’m awake! Those of you who are familiar with my schedule (the best blogs are posted at 3 am) will share my mother’s amazement when she reads my update later. It’s 8:12 am and I am vertical; as in upright. AKA, not in…
Audio blogging is convenient. Too convenient. I can’t let myself fall into that habit. Besides, I would like to think (or futilely hope?) that I sound better in print. :p I’m a written-word man m’self. To me, no movie based on a book has ever,…
There’s a lot going on these past few days and I’m going to hit you guys up for some dua’s. We need to get an exchange going. Dua Number One: Please pray for Sapargali Aubakirov, the Kazakh diplomat who I seldom saw but always enjoyed…
Alhamdulillah, SubhanAllah, I feel much, much better today. Alhamdulillah. Being sick is such an effective reminder of how nice health is, how much of a luxury it is to be able to stand up straight after you had been bent over in pain- what a…
So I woke up at 5pm. Amazing, isn’t it- sleep is a tool your body uses to repair itself. Considering that I’ve been asleep, on and off, since 2 am yesterday, I may have just established a new world record. For Abezistan anyway. 15 hours.…
You know something’s amiss when I’m blogging at a reasonable hour. The time is 7:52 am and I am doing Taubah (repentance) from mayonnaise. I am also officially boycotting the French Patisserie too, not only because their name is the false advertising of just another…
How to mortally wound yourself around the kitchen – or – the secret ingredient is blood! by Psuedo Abez 1. Prepare a batch of cookie dough. Be sure to sample the ingredients before adding them to the mix: finger-swipe of melted butter, spoonful of brown…
This is Owl pretending to be Abez. It was her idea. I wash my hands of all responsibility from this point on. For her take on me, stop by my blog at www.degrouchyowl.blogspot.com. Left Brain – Right Brain LB: Pst! Is she gone? RB: Are…
Having surfed through millions of blogs in my zillions of years online (hyperbole anyone?) I’ve often come across people’s wish lists. They’re usually filled with books and cool little gadgets that they probably won’t ever buy for themselves but hey it never hurts to hope…
I’m here to type a blog but I’d rather be hanging out in the Cave of Wonders. Yes, I finally got me a cave. It was hidden under boxes of storage and layers of dust, but it was successfully excavated and suddenly we had an…
I miss Ramadan. It’s the one time of year that I reach that MashaAllah, SubhanAllah feeling and keep it. For the rest of the year, it ebbs and flows, coming in and out like a tide. Sometimes high, mostly low. I was struck by how…
a portrait of me by Choti, aged 7 3/4 Hooray for the pictures they draw you. Hooray for the silly games. Hooray for the honest smiles. Hooray for sloppy, unexpected kisses from a three year old.
Well, this is going to be a hit and run blog because Knicq Bhai, Crayon, and Chai are going to be here for tea & munchy-crunchies in about an hour and a half. I’m just waiting for Daddy Dearest to come back with flour so…
*crawls dramatically through debris* *pulls self up to keyboard* Must…. Blog!…. *foomphs comfily into chair. foomph!* Dear Blogistan, This blog is really and totally going to be off the top of my head. And that really and totally is going to be the only excuse…
So today I went to the Tabib and instead of seeing just one doctor, I got to see nine of them. Sort of. One Tabib was my neurologist and the other eight were baby-Tabibs, med students in little white lab coats without name tags. They…
Chij recently mentioned that she wanted her nose pierced and wondered aloud (on her blog) about whether it hurt much. I wouldn’t know, my mother wouldn’t let me get my nose pierced. “But mom!” I remember moaning teenagerishly, “All Pakistani women get their nose pierced!…
How to: 1. In a hurry, approach the top landing of a staircase. 2. Also in a hurry, notice that there is an empty garbage can waiting to be taken back downstairs. 3. Swoop down with your right hand to pick up the garbage can,…