(We interrupt our regular programming to bring you this small but significant status update in the life of a dutiful little mommy and a beautiful little man called Little Mister Jibran.) Little Mister Jibran is two years old today. 2010. Barely a few weeks old and registering the world. By sleeping. 2011. Oh the eyes … Continue reading »
Tagged with Lahore …
Pop goes the weasel.
Because I couldn’t find a decent philosophically relevant quote that could be the title of this post. Life, as it goes on and on, has so many questions and answers to it – but more often than not it is just a series of yins and yangs. At least, that’s how I see it. In … Continue reading »
Love is (up) in the air.
So The Husband might be gone for another one of his work trips. And Afia just posted this. It’s funny how these two moments just collided. A couple of days ago, we were discussing how it’s obvious how spouses feel about each other from the way they talk about their significant other. One of B’s … Continue reading »
Will my son believe in a God?
It was easier to break away from tradition when you’re tied to it. But what happens if you’re never given the chance? What happens if you are completely free from the pressure of conforming? Do you still make the choice you would have had you been exposed to the aforementioned tradition/conformation pressure/whathaveyou ? There are … Continue reading »
Day 7. Hopes and dreams and facepalm.
I know how pissed you are about Imran Khan’s successful jalsa. I know you’re pissed because if this country is prepared to elect a man who thinks Islamic Shariah isn’t sexist at all then what hope do we have, eh? I remember being religious. I remember arguing with you, “Islam isn’t sexist!” I’d said confidently. … Continue reading »
Day 8. Out of poetic stuff.
B. You do not get to complain about how stuff is in Pak. The relatives, the traffic, the parking spots. No. Because I not only get the annoying-relative deal I also get the be-alone-and-be-a-mom deal. Conversation with a Verdict. Or maybe I should just rename this into “Stuff People Say that Bugs the Fucking Crap … Continue reading »
Day 17. A different kind of desolation.
Hey, B. Glad you’ve reached safely. Did you know google shows 1,120,000,000 results if you type the word ‘distance’? And 699,000,000 results if you type ‘missing you’? It shows all kinds of images and weird quotes and song lyrics and whatnot if you type ‘love’. Over 7080 000 000 results. I bet you’re laughing at … Continue reading »
Nod if you agree. Nod harder if you don’t.
I love Pakistan. I really do. There is this whole other part in my soul reserved for love for the country. But honestly, I’m surrounded by people who want me to make a Horcrux out of that part of my soul. Literally, kill and stomp all over it and shove it into some cave where … Continue reading »
Data Ki Nagree.
I realize, thankfully, that I bitch a lot about anything that comes my way. And while my caustic sense of humor thrives on the misadventures of daily life, the one thing it cannot do is make me a happy, shiny, little bubble of chocolate and sprinkles. This post, however, will try to swerve into the … Continue reading »
