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Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Eid Mubarak...

It's Eid! It's Eid!

Eid Saeed!

I have been jumping up and down and all around...to the sheer amusement of my lil' man...

It's Eid! Its EID!

EID SAEEEDDDD!

He is laughing, a belly full, gurgling laughter, throwing his head back and squealing in delight everytime I do my "special" Eid Song-Dance combo...

ITS EID!

ITS EID!

LETS WAVE ALL AROUND!

EID SAEEDD!

EID MUBARAK!

Enjoy the Sounds!

TAKBEER!

posted by Maliha 1/10/2006 02:58:00 PM
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Saturday, December 31, 2005

Assalamu Alaykum,

Adios 2005...

"We must strive to remember,
what the clouds will never forget"

remembering the tsunami
exploding us
into the shores
of the beginning

a year that passed
all too
soon

senseless suffering

mirrored across
the world
when Katrina
unearthed
America's
poor

paraded for the blind
to see

in between
was more death
at the hands
of man
the cruelest of all

hearts breaking

my baby's first smile

The surge of the most
exquisite love

and knowledge of such
helpless
vulnerability

tasting bravery
and re-learning the word
cancer

my mother's
serenity
as she battled her way
through surgeries
and chemotherapy

un-learning fear

as the earth quaked
and millions more
suffered

my baby learned to
crawl

to say "da da"

and melt my heart
in a million
different
ways

i fell in love
yet again

as bombs shattered more lives

hunger and obesity
fighting for those
left

the american media churning
more irrelevancies

keeping the masses mesmerised

i learned to gaze in wonder

at the
bluest skies

and read eternity
in the most innocent of
eyes

Family trials

against the backdrop of
politics and corruption
more stories unveiled
as evil continues to
stab itself
in the
back

a year of small truths
bubbling
to the smooth surface
of our conscience

a year of little wonders
assuaging
large wounds

little hands
carressing
humanity's cheek

little smiles
exploding
apathetic hearts

a year of little joys
stitched into tapestries
of pain

a year of lost opportunities
that will never
visit again

good byes and sorrows
are buried
with fleeting yesterdays

a new beginning beckons

how can we strive to
re-member

that which will seep sunshine
into this brand
new
day?

posted by Maliha 12/31/2005 01:10:00 PM
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Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Assalamu Alaykum,

Time

"Time is the twine to tie our lives into parcels of years and months. Or a rubber band stretched to suit our fancy. Time can be the pretty ribbon in a little girl's hair. Or the lines in your face, stealing your youthful color and your hair." He sighed and smiled sadly "but in the end, time is a noose around the neck, strangling it slowly".

-A Fine Balance, by Rohinton Mistry

I don't want to turn this blog into a book review, but when I finally put down this book yesterday I just started crying. It was so depressing! The saddest part about it, was how it is really not a piece of fiction but based on real life. You could taste the bitter reality of the stories he weaves, and till the very end the author relentlessly drives the point home.

There is no happy ending.

Everything we crave for, happiness, luxury, comfort, even love is at best transitory at worst illusive.

The book is based in India in 1975, and I am not sure how to summarize it. A diverse array of characters tailors (who defied their caste system), a woman struggling to define her life and independence, a sheltered boy tasting real life, beggars and their beggar master, the government, caste clashes, corruption, and a depressing dose of stark poverty...the ends to which hunger will drive normal people to do.

I am so depressed by the inanity of my own life, the need to do more and the many excuses I have for not...the illusiveness of that which I yearn for...and the stark superficiality of my very longing.

sigh...

posted by Maliha 12/28/2005 10:23:00 AM
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