Mondays It takes about 10 minutes to walk from Victoria Station to work. Its almost always the same routine, get out of the station, light up a cigarette, and walk down. Now working in a place where I’m allowed to waltz in anytime before 9:30 I’m never sure what time I’m going to get in. So halfway down the walk, I look at my watch to guess how long it will take for me to get in. Monday mornings have never held any real charm for anyone but mine have changed that little bit more now. Recently, things have slightly changed. It’s the same station I walk from, same route I take, and as before look at the watch halfway down. Only difference now is, before I even look at the watch, I have already gone back to the morning of Monday, 14 November. All I can see is myself standing in the Cardio Unit of the hospital with my mom, watching as nurses and doctors rush around. The same people, the same voices, the same phrases being uttered. I stand and watch as another life slowly slips away. I reme
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Inna Lillahi Wa Inna Ilayhi Rajioon First off I would like to say JAzaka'Allah to all the wonderful duas and kind words by everyone in emails and on my blog. Even people who's blogs I never visit had the most uplifting duas for me and I truly appreciate it. Thank you all once again and may Allah shower his mercy upon you all. Its been almost a week now since dad passed away. Allah truly is the best of planners. Just last night I was talking to a good friend of mine on the phone who was trying to help me get my head straight. The night before he passed away, dad was feeling so much better, we were sort of comfortable leaving him on his own and the nurses said the same thing. My friend's mother had been in the hospital for the last couple of days and yesterday was the first night my friend didnt stay over. About an hour or so ago, I received a text from her saying her mom has passed away. It absolutely breaks my heart to think what she must be going through as I know the feel
Not enough Uncharacteristically, first thing Saturday morning, before I even washed up, I turned on the television in the living room. What I saw I could not believe. I cant bear the thought that I have a Sehri every morning and an Iftar every evening while there are people fasting and sifting through rubble at the same time. People who have not got anything left to their name are still helping others selflessly. Eloquence was never my thing and ofcourse there are people out there who can express their feelings much better than I can. All I can say is, please please please donate. Donate whatever you can... no wait.. donate a bit more than that. We still wont be going hungry, we still wont be homeless, cold or without the basics which we take for granted. If we dont spend a bit on ourselves this time it wont ruin us. All the major organisations are taking donations. Do your bit, clothes, money.. whichever way you can, just do it. And pray our efforts go a little bit towards easing the
One step forward and two steps back I have to admit July has been quite an interesting month. Notice, I use present tense even though July is obviously yesterday's news now (well not literally yesterday but you know what I'm getting at). It seems like July hasnt finished yet and August hasnt rolled around just yet. Ok I know that sounds stupid but in my head it makes sense and this being my blog, I can do what I want. Its a free blog and I'm allowed to say what I want. July has had its fair share of incidents ofcourse. It all kicked off with good ol' Bobby Geldof putting together (quote) the greatest music extravaganza of our generation (unquote) or so I read somewhere. It was ofcourse for Africa and all in conjunction with the G8 summit in Scotland. It was ofcourse to get the G8 leaders to sit up and listen to the general public. No offense bobby, but before the Iraq war, MILLIONS turned out the world over on a single day to march against the proposed attacks. And what
I'm still around.. just well.. everytime I think of something to blog about, by the time I get to the computer I've forgotten what it was and then I'm a blank again. I walk around with a frown on my face a lot these days... and in reply to everyone's "it takes 7 muscles to smile and 42 to frown" lecture, i've come up with.. "if it takes 42 to frown and 7 to smile, I might as well frown as I burn more calories that way". Usually works.. oh well... Still around.. still confused... I duno...
Someday Hmmmm.. Poppie baji mentioned shawarmas in the comments on the last post.. yes baj I havent had one in ages either... insha'Allah soon... and you know what baj.. when you mentioned 'em.. my mind went back to that fateful day.. (btw people, shawarma and frappucinos so MIX). And yes Alhamdulillah I am in a new job and its going well.. Duas always appreciated tankuu bewy much... Right... I read this a coupla days ago.. (it was an email forward I think) and couldnt stop laffing and ofcourse being the regular blog updater I am, decided I should share with all in blogistan. By the way, I'm not sure about the statistics provided in the paragraph below, just read the funny bits ok! "Quantas Problem Solving" After every flight, Qantas' pilots fill out a form, called a "gripe sheet" which tells mechanics about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics correct the problems, document their repairs on the form, & then pilots review the gripe sheets be
Brimful of Asha Ladies and Gentlemen, It's me. Who, you say? I say me and if you can figure it out, Binje gives you a cookie. I certainly am not sharing my chocolate chip, macademia nut cookie. That would be quite unheard of. And why am I here? Why, where else would I be? Not studying that's for sure. I am supposed to tell you that Binje is.. well, Da Binge, or Bman, or whatever you want to call him but I figure all of you know that already so we shall not go over that again. (Binje is outside fighting the crocodiles, and oh look, he beat one, that's how strong he is! *puts on glasses* whoops, that wasn't Binje beating the crocodile that was..let's get out of the parentheses, shall we?) So, what shall we talk about? Smoothies? Aren't they great? And if you haven't tasted a smoothie, you have my utter sympathies and I'll send you some fruits so you can make yourself one. Smoothie, that is. There's something so decadent about them, they.. what's th
Walking On Imported Air The title of this post (as with all of my posts) has absolutely nothing to do with the content. Oh well... I've just gotten an absolute earful from a friend of mine over a topic which is becoming eeerily far too common these days. Its the only thing anyone can seem to talk about when they see me. Now this friend of mine, we'll call her A (a la Beanay's naming system on her blog), has been one of my best friends for longer than I care to remember and we have been through a truckload and a half in our time. Lets start a new paragraph just to keep things moving... So yeah, A recently started this conversation about me getting married... (i think its a more a seasonal thing with her.. she has to do it every other month or so). And as always I had the same stance i've had for the last god knows how many years... (interesting side note, we had a bet going that by the age of 25 i'd have changed my point of view and be happily married.. which I'
Universal I'm sorry... just cannot help it. I've tried time and time again to post something which makes sense or is even remotely funny/uplifting/happy kinda thing. Doesnt seem like i'm getting anywhere to be honest. Where are my manners.. Thank you so much and Jazaka'Allah to all the lovely people who wished me a Happy biffday/barfday/barafay and my personal favourite..binje day... Thanks y'all My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me 'Til then I walk alone
Took all the trees, put 'em in a tree museum
It's probably the one thing everyone has in their life and hate, but sometimes, just sometimes, maybe a bit of drama is all you need in life to give it back that sparkle.
Now yes that seems hella weird (thank u yazzo, baji and princessprettypants.. (dude get a shorter nick please!!) for explainnin the intricacies of the word hella) (and yes those were brackets in between bracets and this is another bracket to explain the brackets in between brackets), but if you think about it, a life without drama is really not worth the 2 bit paper the script is printed on (I dunno, that sorta made more sense in my head).
I've written this third paragraph three times now, and everytime the words just seem to come out wrong wrong wrong. I cant convey the message i've been trying to.. I've been juggling the words in my head, typing them out and then just erasing them again. I cant get it right.. I quit.. in the simplest words, I