Islam, Autism, Mom-ism.
I am well aware that the blog I’m about to type may land me in hot water with Chai, Baji, and other Godiva devotees worldwide, but I have something to say. Godiva is passé. The best thing since sliced bread is Bateel Chocolatiers. And I…
It never ceases to amaze me that somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, I have cousins with blonde hair and blue eyes and the initials J.C in honor of Jesus Christ. They were raised strictly Mormon, we were raised Muslim. They lived in small towns. We…
It’s 2:31 am and I can’t sleep. Chalk it up to mental turbidity. I tried to find something fun to do online but after fruitlessly searching I came to the epiphany that the internet isn’t as exciting a place as they’d like you to believe.…
Gobsmacked. Pow.
www.reliefonline.org www.islamic-relief.com Those who (in charity) spend of their goods by night and by day, in secret and in public, have their reward with their Lord: on them shall be no fear, nor shall they grieve.” (Al-Quran, 2:274) Inna lillahi wa inna ileihi rajioon.
It’s only 2 am, not three, but I’m entertaining crazy thoughts anyway. I’m just an hour ahead of schedule, that’s all. I wanted to blog about Christmas in my house (as celebrated by my Christian Momma) and all the things that go with it, all…
We did the obligatory shopping and browsing. (We bought a hat) Shortly after we arrived a fog rolled in that was so thick you could’ve cut it with an over-priced, made for tourists only sword. And check it out, Murree’s getting a KFC. Oh happy…
I have the pictures for the next riveting installment of ‘Murree in Pictures,’ but I’m not posting them today because Hemmie is coming tomorrow and I feel as though I should blog in her honor. And plus Hello, the program I use to post pics…
In the murky waters of a troubled human mind A certain image swirling up turbidity and fear Clouds the thoughts and darkens them with worry and regret How it pains my heart when I think of you my dear. -abez
It’s weird how the human mind works. You can forget things, even people sometimes, so completely that you forget they exist. You can’t remember that they were a part of your life, that is, unless you type in the letter ‘Z’ and see their email…
It was a little difficult fitting seven people into one Corolla, but in the end we managed alright. The person on the left is Homeee 1 of 3, I’m on the right with the granite head. The roads were wet, slippery, and foggy. Higher up…
A moment of (relative) stillness So right now Owlie and the 3 Homeez (like the 3 Wisemen, only more fun) are off running last minute errands while I’m at home with a cup of contraband coffee. Black with sugar and vanilla, delicious. I stayed back…
– Went to Murree and got cold, wet, and freezing. Piled seven people into one Corolla for the trip and had an AWESOME time. I don’t often type awesome in caps lock. Consider this particular use of the adjective to be especially powerful. – My…
Yesterday: Friends over from the states. Today: Sugar cookies for breakfast at 1pm. WheeeEEEeeeeE! (I’m too dog tired and run-ragged from having fun to explain anything else. Tomorrow we leave for Murree at 8 am. It’s ten and I’m going to bed. G’nite! )
So it’s 3:25 am and I’m awake and feeling kind of…ill. At three am (25 minutes ago) Owlie and I both sat up in our respective beds when we heard the sound of what seemed like a woman shrieking. We ran upstairs, (I stubbed my…
Don’t cry over spilt milk. Unless it’s very cold. And you’ve poured a whole glass of it into your lap. Having done so, weep. bawhawwwhooohooooooo!
Sometimes my life is like a soap opera that no one would watch. Ok, maybe not a soap opera, but at least a bad sitcom. (That was my intro, now here’s the transition…) Someone has posted my email address, with a matrimonial ad, in a…
United Socks of Abezistan Addendum: Once upon a time, when I was a first-worlder with first-world fashion sense, I politely giggled at socks in sandals. Four years later, in a land where even mountain-climbing pathans on the snowy slopes of K-2 wear sandals all year-round,…
I have a dog. Rather, we have a guard-dog who happens to have made herself an outdoor member of the family. Once she ‘rescued’ my father from a lit firecracker that someone threw at his feet. She picked it up in her mouth and dropped…
The discussion on the heart (bad heart, no muddy paws on the sofa!) will continue after I’ve woken up. It’s 5pm and the sum total of what I’ve eaten all day is: Two gingerbread men One Banana Two cups of tea I woke up at…
So what’s up with the heart anyway? A pure one is hard to find, and though there are plenty of decent ones, they tend to develop spots after a while. People try to use the heart as a metaphor for your true self or sincere…
I give up on my digicam. This is a webcam shot of the fuzzy, fleece robe with duckies on it that Chai gave me, and it is also the reason why I have decided to love her forever. Mwuahz!
I don’t like my new layout, but at least it’s new, and it’s a layout, yay! I’ll probably get tired of looking at it in a few days and stay up all night making something else, and at the very least, it’ll give me something…