I’m getting too old for this shit.

There was a time when I’d have a list. I’d have a list of people I was close to. A list of people – who were the ‘chosen ones’, the people who were game-changers. Their inputs mattered. If I didn’t get to speak to them through the day, it would feel like there was something … Continue reading »

Happy Birthday, Baby.

(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 »

Yeah. I’m politically incorrect.

Apparently it’s deeply important for everyone to be a bleeding heart liberal to be famous nowadays. Not that I blame them. When you watch shows that star witty people like Jon Stewart against demonizing crazy people like Wolf Blitzer and you’ve got genuine looking people protesting on Wall Street against ‘greed’ whereas swagger-filled scumbag billionaires … Continue reading »

Randomly housed.

In all fairness, hindsight is what makes Yemen perfect. That’s what happens with most situations. You look back on the ugliest of days and somehow the ugliness tends to seem fainter and you end up wishing for the ‘good old days’ to return because of the fact that they are gone for good. Especially when … Continue reading »

Day 3. Far from the madding family hooplas.

Lot of people around me, people that I personally know, people that I’m friends with, tell me such heartwarming stories about their families. How they miss their parents, how close they are to their siblings and how a daughter is supposed to be a spitting image of her mother. Drumroll please. Cue Conversations with a … Continue reading »

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I used to think that that smiley face posted above only was worthy of posts that had a “Yemen” tag. Not anymore. I actually miss Yemen right now more than anything. I miss the regularity of life, of things, the consistency. The times. I knew what time Shumaila Hari opened, what time was good for … Continue reading »

3.

It’s amazing how timelines coincide. Right now Jibran’s not only teething, he’s learning to stand, crawl backwards (go figure) and he actually slurped up a piece of kinnow yesterday. Right now as I continue on my countdown to leaving this place, there are people coming into Sana’a to start new jobs and new houses. There … Continue reading »

Protected: 4.

5.

The number of days after which I’ll be boarding an Emirates flight to leave for Karachi. With Jibran. B will be coming later. The number of days after which another countdown will begin. A countdown when I wait for B. While I was unpacking the drawers and packing the cartons with Jibran’s old clothes and … Continue reading »

Spin, spin, spin to the loo.

I love how the news media can turn a day around. You can wake up happy and refreshed but Dawn will tell you they’ve killed people in a mosque. You are about to go to sleep tired and disgruntled and Geo will air something about a donkey falling in a gutter or Meera being fabbullooss. … Continue reading »