Busy me!

I am so busy these days. My family is moving and there is so much to do. I spend the day packing and planning how to wind stuff up while in the evening I am visiting people at Iftars (Fast breaking) saying my final goodbyes.

That is how my days are passing by. The fight I blogged about in my previous post between with my brothers, is now solved and things are back to normal. As expected, none of them apologized! I just softened up.

I have been eating so much lately, due to the extensive Iftar parties that I seriously think I am getting kinda chubby. But it's just a matter of two weeks after that we'll be out of Karachi and therefore no more farewell parties. This is the thought that doesn't stop me from gulping down huge amounts of food at the parties. Haha! I really like eating. (I am not fat though!)

I still have to buy gifts for my friends. Loads of them. Right after I post this I am writing the names of people I need to buy gifts for, in my planner. Talking of that I don't remember if I have ever mentioned this on my blog before but I am a real planner/organizer freak! I just have to write every single thing down. Every single thing! I plan weeks and years and days. Sometimes minute by minute. Though most of the times I don't go exactly by the planner it does really help in sorting stuff out.

I don't know what else to write! I seriously have nothing else going on in life except for what I have written above. Well, as I really feel like writing more I'll think of stuff to write...Ummm.... Well, I would certainly like to draw your attention towards the flood in Pakistan once again and would also like to appeal for a donation for the victims. You can read more about the flood here.

And finally I would like to mention once again how grateful I am to all those who comment on my blog! :) It's a real pleasure to read what the readers have to say! :) And my readers, themselves have the most interesting blogs ever. Seriously I love reading them!

Well, this was an ordinary post!

Till next time,

Tata! :)

P.S: One of my brother is like so rapt in figuring out the my dad's Samsonite brief case code. Funny! :P

The way it is!

Last night I cried myself to sleep. I had been crying for more than three hours and I was extremely hurt. They say the ones you love the most hurt you the most and yesterday it was asserted.

I was sitting in the terrace yesterday with my cousins when my youngest brother joined us. He wanted the empty milk can I had in my hand. I refused to give it to him, at the same time my cousins were making harmless fun of him and asking him to go away. And then suddenly my brother got all aggressive and between all the argument for the milk can; slapped me my right in the face. So dumbfounded was I that I seriously didn't know what to do. My right cheek was aching and my cousins were giggling around me. The next thing I knew my eyes were burning and I couldn't stop myself from crying.

I ran downstairs and locked myself up in the bathroom for over an hour with my cousins banging the doors and shouting how immature I was acting and all that stuff. But you know, I wasn't acting immature at all 'cos I was extremely hurt. I had never felt this disrespected. I was hurt 'cos I never hurt my brothers or ever hit them. 'Cos I always sacrifice things I love for them. 'Cos I value them but I guess they can never understand that!

Anyway, my youngest brother never came to properly apologize and we are still not on talking terms and neither the eldest or the youngest even slightly bothered. But I guess, it's fine; rather than being hurt all the time by them, it's better not to talk to them!

Other than that, I would like inform that the month of Ramazan has once again enlightened us with it's presence. I posted about it last year as well. Ramazan is a month in the Muslim calender in which Muslims around the world fast and spend their time engaged in praying to Allah. We fast from dawn to dusk and during our fast not only do we prevent ourselves from eating but also from bad worldly deeds. Staying hungry from dawn to dusk enlightens us with the realization that how difficult it is for people who don't have food and water, to survive. Allah wants us to feel the pain of the needy ones which gives birth to the feeling of responsibility that we should help those in need.

I am already done with my first fast, and today is the second day of Ramazan. So for the next 28 days, every morning I'll be getting up before dawn to eat and then at dust I'll be breaking my fast. I really love Ramazans! :) They make me feel intimate with Allah.

My cousin visiting from Canada will be leaving this Sunday. So finally after two months I'll have my house to myself. with the usual people around. The summers have been so busy I don't believe time elapsed this quickly.

Well, that's all I had to say. Thank you for being such regular visitors every one. Love your comments.

Tata! :)

Done with exams...

So I am pleased to inform you that finally I am over with my exams and now I am as idle as a cloud. I seriously have nothing to do, I just move around aimlessly. I have absolutely nothing to do! Like nothing. I feel lazy. So anyway, I decided to update my blog, it has been so long.

Let's begin from that crap those bloody racists came up with lately: 'The draw prophet day' I mean are their bloody minds out of place. Have they no sense that provoking muslim sensations seems like such a worldly pleasure but any of their efforts can't effect even in the tinest measure the stature Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) holds. Prophet Muhammad brought revolution in this world. He taught humans things they never knew. Every human being on this freakin' planet owes to the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH). And even if you don't believe in the Prophet, every human being has a responsibility to respect other's religion, their virtues, their rituals.

Muslims who don't respect other religions aren't true muslims in fact, it's inhumanity. Being a muslim, I don't mind saying that. Bloody racists, if only you could understand the circle of life. The way things work, you do something to someone and then that something returns to you someday. Just like Paulo Cohelo puts it: everything is connected to other. I pray to God, that he directs all of them to the correct path and humanity.

Now that I have got these words, trapped inside me for so long, out; I believe I can proceed with the usual babble of mine. To beigin with my papers went awesome, MashAllah. I am so happy. I am seriously expecting a very good percentage, InshAllah. The chemistry paper was difficult but it went awesome for me, considering I am good at Chemistry. The only papers I have my prayers concentrated on is Urdu (the national language) gosh the paper was to darn difficult. I didn't even know the meanings of so many words and...worst of all I wrote a very stupid essay. I mean seriously after the paper I was all like: 'What was that!?!' Anyway, I hope I get fairly good marks in it. (Please God!)

Other than that I have so much planned for the vacations. I am thinking of summer job 'cos I seriouly gotta earn some bucks. I desperately need a new computer, like pronto! And I so want a new pair of Chales & Kieth shoes. And my mom won't get me those, cos I already have a closet full of shoes but what can I do. I am a shopaholic in making. I just have to have the best of the best, the trendiest of the trendiest! And I have my eyes on so many other things, my insides are longing for a major shopping trip! UGH!

Other than that I am learning piano these days. Well, just taking online lessons which brings me to this another thing I so gotta have: an accoustic guitar. I am simply craving a guitar. I want it so bad. For that I'll need money, and here you go, another reason I am desperate for a summer job.

Anyway, I have been reading this book about Afghanistan these days: 'The wasted vigil' by Nadeem Aslam and it is so disturbing. You know, it's crazy 'cos at some points I feel so isolated. I mean I just know who is wrong who is right. How did all of us end up in such a mess! Such a mess!

Last night I was talking to my younger brother, and he was complaining about how strict mom and dad can be at sometimes. He is going through that phase in his teenage where parents always seem wrong. I rationalized stuff for him. Things his prim perspectives won't catch right now but he'll get them later. I trust my mom and dad a lot, the way they brought me up. I am proud of it. And I want my brothers to be proud of it too.

Well, that's all. I hope I'll write again soon.
Tata!

It's a Brother-Sister thing

27th July 2009

Yesterday I ended up crying in my pillow after I had a very bad fight with my brothers over the internet! My mom decided to take things in her hand and thus as a punishment I was deprived of the internet access for the night and my brothers, for the rest of their pre-teen lives!

I hated my brothers for that…’cos the truth is that internet is like a drug to me and I can soooo not manage without it!

So to express my anger I decided not to talk to my brother at all, but that proved to be awfully difficult when they started trying to make up for the fight by asking really stupid and random things just to check if I’ll answer them or not!!! It was sooo darn cute and adorable!

My brothers, U: 12 and A10 are the nicest guys I have ever met in my life! They are such gentle(lil)men! They are two really different people who are tied up in the bond of brotherhood! They are not at all spoilt or stuck up and they eat a lot!

It’s like when you put the bowl of pudding in the fridge it’s full, the next time you open the fridge you find an empty bowl resting to be washed!!! This totally pisses me off and then I run to my mom and complain that because of Usman and Abbas I never get anything to eat! She reasons it out that they are growing boys they need a lot to eat…blah blah blah! I make a face, stay angry with them for a while and then the next time something good is in the fridge the same story repeats itself all over again!

My brothers are style freaks, sports geek (especially U, A not so much!) and really nice supporters and admirers for everything I do! They are understanding and caring! They listen to my advices, share their secrets and we laugh like hell at really silly jokes!!

No matter how angry I get with them, by the end of the day I just can’t stop loving them to a dangerous degree!