A Story I Just Remembered And Yet Can't Remember

Does it happen to you too that you hear a really nice, inspiring, sensible story that could be so useful to you in times of trouble or loss of faith and then when you try to recall it you only remember parts of it and not the whole . On the other hand you hear a completely silly one that makes no sense at all and has no message good or bad to it and yet you can almost "visualize" it . I am suffering at the moment from a case of the former . I believe "some" of you atleast must have heard it too and could improve on it . This is how it goes ...

Once Allah asked the Angel of Death (Ezrael I think) if he had ever felt remorse at taking someone's life/soul . The Angel answered indeed he had but only twice ... one was when he was ordered to take the life of a mother who was travelling on a raft (or a wooden plank?!) with her infant son and once when {this guy had tried to create a heaven on earth and claimed it to be what Allah has promised the believers in the life hereafter} and just as he was about to enter it the Angel had to capture his soul . Allah said to the Angel do you know what happenned to that child you left crying and alone on the raft . The Angel replied in the negative and Allah said it was that same child who had later on on becoming king (of some place) had tried to defy Him and made the false heaven .

Moral Of The Story :
Help me here again guys ... I have an idea in my mind but can't quite put it in writing ... always happens to me ... can't explain myself . Please gimme a precise, clear moral to the story .

Making "Sense" Out Of Nothing At All

There is so much repair work to do at home, plus we are getting the house repainted, the wood polished, the flooring changed . It's a lot of hassle but I love seeing order come out of chaos . But at the moment the smell of the termite spray is killing me . I got a splitting headache and my nose is blocked . I have been stuck upstairs all day 'cause of the masons and labourers and all ... yeah we have to observe "purdah" around them . My mother decided to sleep in my room as the smell of pesticides is worse there . Now my mother is the type who can't sleep even if you breathe too "loud" and as I said in an earlier post my sleep is anything but quiet . I talk, sing, fight, howl (etc) in my sleep not to forget kick as well . I remember slapping my mother twice in one night and she beating me up in the middle of the night ... AHAHAHAHA ... now that's suddenly gotten me in a good mood ... that was funny . Anyway, I had to creep out of the room which took me like a good 15 minutes to achieve without waking her up and now I am dreading going back again . Yikes ... if there is one person I am ever so slightlyyyy afraid of it's my mommie dearest ... not because she is SO bad but 'cause she can say really ummm harsh things when she is mad and that makes me answer back and I HATE hurting her . So I am scared of her 'cause I love her ... makes sense ?!?! Never mind !

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Your Hidden Talent

You are a great communicator. You have a real way with words.You're never at a loss to explain what you mean or how you feel.People find it easy to empathize with you, no matter what your situation.When you're up, you make everyone happy. But when you're down, everyone suffers.

What's" Your Hidden Talent?

How I Spent The Morning

Things are looking nice and bright this morning . Woke up luxuriously late with my Mom coming to the rescue at the ungodly hour of 7 am and took out my son . It's nice to have the bed all to myself sometimes though don't get me wrong ... I LOVE having my son sleeping next to me with his arms wrapped around my hand :) It's a wonderful feeling . But as I said sometimes it's nice to stretch and roll all over the bed without kicking someone and getting kicked back . Yeah I am one of those people who can't sleep on their own side . I sleep in all types of awkward positions with my head hanging down the side of the bed, my feet on top of the head-rest and so on .

Anyway, had a nice breakfast madfe-up of corn flakes and then some tea and biscuits . I love dunkin' in biscuits in my tea though people around me find it quite embarrassing . What the heck yara, a person should be allowed atleast so much freedom ... what prissy(s) . Went out with Mom after that for shopping . Thank God she didn't take me to that filthy cloth market, any woman's dream place . YUCK ! Bought a pair of trousers for son ... he is only 2 but I had to buy a 3-4 years size for him ... it was so embarrassing ... it won't go around his waist ... khe khe khe . Got him shoes form another place . Thankfully my mother paid for both . I hate spending money on him ... :D How sweet !

Best part was going to this superstore where all the "kewel"sters come ... needless to say didn't even see a single cute guy ... infact saw no guys at all . It always happens to me . I remember going out with my friends in Lahore on fine night and going to alllllll the hip places and the only guy we saw was one in a dirty, stinking old Mickey Mouse costume . He even started waving at us from outisde the restaurant window . I could have died of mortification . Neways ... bought meself plnty of junk food to keep me busy for a while the best being the Haagen Daazs ice cream . My mother would die before she would buy me any so had to spend out of my own money which is sad but it was worth it . And I ahve a good mind to take the money back from my father ... fathers are soooo useful ... :D

Enough ! Gotta go and catch up on some more beauty sleep ... I LOVE sleeping . Best thing God created ... after moi ofcourse . And hey pal, thanks for bearing up with me last night ... you are the best (again, after moi ;) )

Something's Happening

I am scared ... yep I get scared too . I am having strange dreams . Bad dreams ... scary dreams . They leave me disturbed . I can't talk to anyone about them because noone takes them or me seriously . I try telling my mother but she just laughs them off . It's irritating but that's how it is . My father asked me some question regarding the etymology of some word . For some reason I felt like giving him the right answer ... he got a surprised look on his face and says to me, "You do know some stuff but you never show it" . I sighed and told him what I don't understand how people can't just conclude themselves, "Baba, I don't have to prove anything to anyone ... the only person I ought to prove myself to is me and I have done that plenty of times." Needless to say he still didn't get me . Like the other night he called me "lewanay", meaning "crazy" . Ever since my episode at the psychiaric cum mental hospital I have become a bit touchy to the word . Before I could stop myself I told him "In a mad world it's only the mad that are sane; so thank you very much I am happy being considered not-sane by you." Now that was definitely rude but as I said I lost control for a while .

What was I planning to write about ? Oh yeah about the terrible dreams I am having . I dreamed my mother was told by someone there was a really good doctor at some hospital in another town and the whole family including my maternal uncle and his wife and ... well many other people from my mom's side ... we decide to give it a try . When we reach the place it's a large big area ... kinda like a colony ... of old, yellowish , dilipidated houses with no boundary walls that are so common here for houses to have . It's a spooky place and I can't understand what we are doing there . Then we see the hospital ... it's the same kinda building as the rest only it's two-storeyed . It reminds me of the song "Hotel California" ... once we enter it we can't get out . Then many strange, paranormal things seem to happen around us and we can all "feel" it . To cut it short, towards the end some strangers come to help me out ... I have money but I need more ... I see that my husband has already left but in a hurry as his wallet and some documents are left behind . I take out money from his wallet and leave the other stuff behind . I find myself out of the hospital and on a dusty, dirty road . I spot a small stall ... there is a middle-aged man with a black beard sitting there . He tells me to give him money and he would read the Qura'an for me . That's it . It doesn't sound so bad but the whole feel was what was chilling . Sort of felt like Miss Havisham's mansion and the aura surrounding the house . I don't know what to make of it . I am told by a friend I am quite good at dream interpretations but funny how I can never make anyhting out of my own dreams . Does anyone have a clue what this might have been about ?

I was reading an article about depressive disorders and in it was written that people with schizophrenia often think they can feel the paranormal, that they can tell something's about to happen or that they can see the future through dreams etc . Does this mean I am in for another episode at the shrink's ? I hate to think of it . Difficult and confusing as it is in writing, it is twice as impossible for me to explain my feelings to a stranger who gives me knowing and sympathetic looks thinking oh what a tragedy for this young girl to be so mad . Aaarrgghhh ... I wish I would get back to my "normal" self . I don't like this new me ... this person I have become since my illness . I am so irritable and always at war with the world . Last night I had a "fight" with God even . I am angry at Him for He won't listen to any of my prayers . My mother was shocked and even hit me so I would shut up but I couldn't . Somehow seeing her shock made me feel powerful ... like I had control over her mood , I could scare her by what she thought was blasphemy . It wasn't ... that's what people don't understand . My relationship with God is my own ... He is my friend, my love , of course I have a right to get angry at Him ... I know He doesn't mind . I know He loves me still just like my best friends do despite all the disagreements and quarrells we may have . And He is even closer than any best friend . If I can love Him so much then obviously anything , any small, little thing that He does that hurts me also makes me twice as angry with Him as it would with any other "person". I feel God is a person . Why do people say He can't feel happiness or sorrow ? That's so unjust to Him . I am sure He would get lonely too without us ... without the people that love Him . He must feel like everyone is taking advantage of Him ... just asking Him for stuff and never giving anything in return . I can't give Him much in terms of prayers and chanting in a language that I don't understand but I do give Him a lot of attention as in speaking to Him of things ... ordnary things like clothes, movies, friends . And anyway I don't believe prayers are only about the set arabic lines we are made to learn since we are small . I believe prayers can be of many different kinds . Being happy is a prayer ... don't know how to explain but as Anne of Green Gables would have said ... all you kindred souls know what I mean ... ;)

Okey now I have been rambling about for I don't know for how long about everything and nothing though this was supposed to be a post about my "dream" ... well well ... but then how wuld I qualify to be a FREAK if I stuck to any plans ... :D

It Hit Me Today

I am really distressed today . I realized a truth about myself that I had never even thought about before . It has been a disturbing day ... I woke up not feeling too well with my depressive disorder in active mode ... my 2 year old son is proving to be every bit as like me as possible meaning he not only "looks" like me he is also finding out his true "mommy" genes by being "the" most obnoxious kid in the family (and believe me we have quite a collection of those) ... I am wearing my mother's old dress that even she never wears courtesy of my son for he very conveniently puked over my nice new dress, and now I am stinking of sweat and am looking my dowdy-est worst ... my hubbie hasn't shown up after texting me he would come to pick me and son up from my parents (why I am here is another lonnnnggg , sadddd story) ... and so on .

The bit though that I am most perplexed about is the realization that what hubbie said once to me might be true after all ... I am just not a nice person and I will always find something to cry or whine about even when I am at my happiest . There have been times when I have been actually happy and yet I have cried because I have reminded myself of something sad . Why does that happen ? And I think this is what makes people (well okey hubbie) think I am not basically a nice person . I wish it wasn't true because for all my faults I didn't think "not being nice" was one of them . Come to think of it, I remember something I did way back in college which makes me feel very guilty and ashamed of myself now . There was this new girl in college and she was ...errrr ... not quite the usual kinda girl we were used to ... the guys were all ga-ga over her and she loved the attention she was getting . Now since I and my friends had grown up studying in this institute studying with these same boys for ages we found it so disgusting that she should be ... ummm ... kinda flirting with them . But when all is said and done that was her only fault ... that she was new to a co-ed institute and she was basking in the attention of the oppositte sex ... other than that she was a very normal girl and a nice one for that matter . In the beginning I even hit it off very well with her but slowly I pulled back . I feel sooooo bad today just thinking about it all ... it was so petty and so small of me ... how could I judge a person like that and slot her as a not-very-nice person and someone not worth being friends with . I hope she is happy wherever she is and that if I hurt her I am sooo sorry ... if I could turn back time I know I would do things differently ... :(

Men of My Dreams ...

Here is a list of "some" guys I have been in and out of love with in the past 26 years ... watch and drool ... ;)


Brad Pitt :





I have yet to watch a movie starring him (not counting Interview With A Vampire) but I remember seeing his poster in my friend's room and there has been no looking back . I specially loved him in an episode of "Friends" in which he made a great guest appearance . I like him with the short cropped style, not with long hair ... yech .

Aamir Khan :

Okey not a very good pic but I love his moustache and long hair . The first time I have ever liked any of the two things on a man .

Luke Wilson:

Most of you will find this entry surprising but I fell head over heals for him in Legally Blonde though he had a very blink and you will miss role in the movie . I somehow like the dark, brooding kinds .

Johnny Depp :

Aaahhhh ... how can I forget watching "Finding Neverland" and expecting it to be a long, boring drama which turned out to be a complete smasher what with Kate Winslet (my fav) at her best along with this gorgeous guy .

Bryan Adams :

Okey, I like this guy more for his husky vocals then his looks but whatever it is I DO adore him .

Jon Bon Jovi :

I loved his vocals on "Always" . Like a few other songs by him but not too many yet he has got killer looks .

Tom Cruise :

What can I say for this guy ... which girl in her right mind can help getting mesmerized by that smile ... he is definitely one heck of a "good-looking" guy .

Al Pacino :

Okey, now this one is old enough to be my grandfather, nevermind father, but he is a timeless actor and has got the most soulfull eyes ever .

Antonio Banderas :

How can I forget watching "The Mask of Zorro" and wondering who the guy was . I fell immediately in love with him and couldn't talk about anything but him for ages in college . Wonder how he can stand being married to that, that woman ... :S

Andy Garcia :

He looks like a young Al Pacino, don't you think so ?

The Broken Heart By John Donne

He is stark mad, whoever says,

That he hath been in love an hour,

Yet not that love so soon decays,

But that it can ten in less space devour ;

Who will believe me, if I swear

That I have had the plague a year?

Who would not laugh at me, if I should say

I saw a flash of powder burn a day?

Ah, what a trifle is a heart,

If once into love's hands it come !

All other griefs allow a part

To other griefs, and ask themselves but some ;

They come to us, but us love draws ;

He swallows us and never chaws ;

By him, as by chain'd shot, whole ranks do die ;

He is the tyrant pike, our hearts the fry.

If 'twere not so, what did become

Of my heart when I first saw thee?

I brought a heart into the room,

But from the room I carried none with me.

If it had gone to thee, I know

Mine would have taught thine heart to show

More pity unto me ; but Love, alas !

At one first blow did shiver it as glass.

Yet nothing can to nothing fall,

Nor any place be empty quite ;

Therefore I think my breast hath all

Those pieces still, though they be not unite ;

And now, as broken glasses show

A hundred lesser faces, so

My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,

But after one such love, can love no more.

Types Of Shit !

This is the very first email I sent to my elder sister-in-law after my engagement and NO, we weren't school chums . I had met her only once ... on my engagement ... LOL ... and then there are those of you who ask me why I call this place Freaks Corner ... ;)


1. Ghost shit--the kind where you feel the shit come out but there is no shit in the toilet.

2. Clean shit--the kind where you shit it out, see it in the toilet, but there is nothing on the toiletpaper.

3. Wet shit--the kind where you wipe your butt 50 times and it feels unwiped so you have to putsome toilet paper between your butt and your underwear so you don't ruin your pants with a stain.

4. Second Wave--It happens when you're done shitting and you've pulled your pants up to yourknees and you realize you have to shit some more.

5. Pop-a-vein-in-your-forehead shit--the kind where you strain so much you practically have astroke.

6. Richard Simmons shit--you shit so much you lose 30 pounds.

7. Lincoln Log shit--the kind that is so huge you're afraid to flush without breaking it into littlepieces with the toilet brush.

8. Gassy shit--It's noisy and everyone within earshot is giggling.

9. Corn shit--self explanatory.

10. Gee-I-wish-I-could-shit shit--the kind where you want to shit, but all you can do is sit on the toilet, cramp and fart a few times.

11. Spinal tap shit--that's when it hurts so bad coming out, you'd swear it was leaving yousideways.

12. Wet cheek shit--(the power dump!)the kind that comes out of your butt so fast your cheeks get splashed with water.

13. Liquid shit--the kind where yellowish brown liquid shoots out and splatters all over the toiletbowl.

14. Mexican food shit--it smells so bad the room must be condemned.

15. Upper class shit--the kind that thinks their shit doesn't smell.

16. Fisherman's bobber shit--the kind where you are in a public restroom, there are two people waiting on your stall, you shit and flush two times, but several golf ball size pieces are still floating at the water line.

17. Ambush shit--the kind that never happens at home, but usually at a party or while playing golf.It is the result of trying to fart--just a little, but you end up with trouser chili and you walk bow-legged for the rest of the day.

18. Drunken shit--the kind you have the morning after a long night of drinking. Its most noticeabletrait is the skid marks on the bottom of the toilet.

19. Champagne Shit--you're so constipated that by the time the cork blows, a bubbly liquidstreams from your ass.

20. Kling-On Shit--The kind where, when you go to wipe it, it's there waiting on the edge.

21. Blow Out Shit--The shit that's proceeded by a fart so vicious, you have to check the bowl afterwards to make sure there are no cracks.

22. Exorcist Shit--The kind where yellowish-brownish liquid shoots out of your ass and burns yourass while it splatters all over the toilet. (See Liquid Shit)

23. Peek-A-Boo Shit--It comes halfway out, then it goes back in, comes back out, goes back in,etc.

24. Pregnancy Shit--The kind where you're really backed up and it makes you grunt and wheeze for a long while until it finally splits your crack in a child bearing fashion.(See Pop-a-Vein Shit, SpinalTap Shit)

25. Rabbit Shit--It comes in cute, round portions, but there loads of it about. Actually, you're never really finished, but stop at some point from boredom.

26. Alphabet Shit--It comes leisurely, with one or a few breakaways, and when you look at it you think: "Doesn't that just look like the letter ...?"

27. Feminist Shit--No matter what it looks like or how it comes out, it's a man's fault.

28. Blowtorch Shit--Shit that burns your ass so much, you'd swear that it's flammable. (usually occurs morning after eating WAY too much spicy food)

29. Dual Density Shit--The kind where some shit floats and some shit sinks to the bottom of thebowl.

30. Ribbon Shit--A semiliquid fecal matter that is too thin to be a Lincoln Log Shit but not runnyenough to be a Liquid Shit. Rather, it looks like a 1 inch wide piece of brownish fettuccine, withsome specks of color.

31. The Public Shit--Shit that reminds your senses of the warm, moist stench that embraces youwhen you enter a less than sanitary public restroom.

32. Little Boy Shit--Shit powerful enough to level a small city.

33. Flood Shit--You shit so much that it acts like a huge sandbag and ends up flooding your bowland running out all over the place, leaving you to clean up a brown, pasty mess. (Add a bonus point ifJohn Mellencamp does a relief concert to help cleanup efforts)

34. Dream Shit--When you haven't been to the toilet in 14 days, this is the shit that you'll bedreaming about.

35. Concrete Shit--This is what you'll drop after you haven't been to the toilet in 14 days.

36. Surgery Shit--After the Concrete shit, you'll have to go into surgery because your ass is torn apart so badly.

Weird Men

Last Sunday while reading the entertainment section of the newspaper, my 29 years old brother's face lit up and he got a huge grin on his face stretching from ear to ear . My brother is quite a difficult person to catch "smiling" let alone grining so of course I was surprised . Before I could ask any questions he looked at me and said, "Both Jennnifer Anniston and Karisma Kapoor have gotten divorced . What a wonderful belated birthday present." Soooooooo SICK !

P.S. My brother's birthday falls on 2nd September .
P.P.S. The above mentioned actresses are his idea of perfect beauty .

Facts And Myths About Islam

I am planning to make this a regular feature of my blog ... i.e. busting some myths and stating some facts about Islam . I am greatly indebted to islamonline.net for their kind support in gathering the required information . Here are a few myths and facts I am posting here taken straight from the site withslight modifications . Hope it turns out to be as useful as it has for me .



Myth or Fact No. 1 : Women are prohibited from cutting their hair :

This one is a myth . According to islam there is nothing wrong in women having their hair shortened as long as it is done for the sake of beautifying themselves and nothing more. This is quite different from shaving head, which is completely forbidden for women except in such cases where it is inevitable, e.g. for medical reasons such as undergoing an operation . If a woman has her hair cropped with the intention of looking masculine or non-Muslims, then it is forbidden, because the Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, is reported to have said: "May Allah's Curse be inflicted upon women who imitate men and vice versa." (Reported by Al-Bukhari and Muslim)



Myth or Fact No. 2 : Women may not shave their hair :
Islam generally encourages Muslims to appear neat, tidy and well groomed; this applies equally to males and females.
Greater emphasis in this matter, however, has been placed on married couples more than others; the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) set the perfect role model for all married couples when he said, "I prepare myself for my spouse, and she prepares herself for me!"
Islamic sources lay great stress specially in recommending wives to appear attractive before their spouses. The only limitation applicable here is resorting to practices that may amount to direct altering and tampering with Allah’s creation, for such practices are considered as clearly forbidden in Islam. Such forbidden practices include face-lift, breast enlargement, changing the natural color of the hair, bleaching, (plucking the eyebrows), etc.
All other forms of beautification, however, are considered permissible for females, especially married women. Such is the case with shaving their arms and legs, facial hair, and underarms, et cetera. Since there is nothing in the sources to prohibit such practices, they are considered permissible. In fact, shaving the armpits and pubic hair is considered highly recommended, while shaving other parts is permissible. When asked about such beautification by a married woman, `A’ishah, the Mother of the Faithful, replied, "Do whatever you can to appear attractive to your spouse!"



Myth or Fact No. 3 : Wearing nail polish is haram :
Nail polish as a product, it is not haram (prohibited). However, there are two issues one should know about nail polish.
1. A woman can pray with nail polish; but when she takes her ablution, she should have it off, otherwise, both her ablution and her Prayers will not be valid. Then, if she removes the nail polish, takes her ablution, and then puts the nail polish back, then she can pray with it.
2. Nail polish is an ornament. Therefore, like all other ornaments, it cannot be worn in public in the presence of the opposite sex (men). A woman can only have it in front of her husband, children, and all other women or men who are her mahrams (those she can never marry, like her father, uncle, etc.). If a woman really wants to put nail polish and go out, then she should cover her hands with gloves."



Myth or Fact No. 4 : Without hijab prayers and fasts are not accepted :
Hijab is an obligation and every Muslimah is required to wear it. All Muslim jurists agree on this and Allah has made it clear in Surat An-Nur: "And tell the believing women to lower their gaze and be modest, and to display of their adornment only that which is apparent, and to draw their veils over their bosoms." (An-Nur: 31) As far as the issue of not wearing hijab while observing fasting and prayer is concerned, Sheikh `Atiyyah Saqr, former head of Al-Azhar Fatwa Committee, states: "If an act of worship is done, it is hoped that Allah will accept it as long as it is done for His sake. However, we should not be sure regarding its acceptance, as this matter is referred to Allah Almighty, Who says in His Glorious Qur’an: "… Allah accepteth only from those who ward off (evil)." (Al-Ma’idah: 27) As for the believers who do some kinds of sins, Allah will not deprive them of the reward of their good deeds. He (Glorified and Exalted be He) says: "And whoso doeth good an atom's weight will see it then. And whoso doeth ill an atom's weight will see it then." (Az-Zalzalah: 7-8) As far as the woman who does not wear hijab and offers prayer and fasting in Ramdan is concerned, her acts of worship are hoped to be accepted. However, she will be punished for not wearing hijab, as it is a sin.

The eminent Muslim scholar Sheikh Yusuf Al-Qaradawi states: "If a Muslim woman does perform prayer and observe fasting, but still does not wear the hijab, this does not mean that one tells her to stop praying or fasting till she wears her hijab. Instead one should encourage her to adhere to her religious practices and advice her not to delay wearing hijab, in shaa’ Allah. Therefore, one can conclude that her Salah (prayer) is valid as long as she wears the hijab in the Salah and performs it in the proper manner. Also, her fasting is valid as long as she stops eating, drinking and sexual intercourse from dawn till sunset." At this point, Sheikh Yusuf al-Qaradawi relates an indicative story. He said that once he was delivering a speech before thousands of female students in Constantinah, Algeria. The majority of the attendants were without hijab. A female student asked him: What do you think of female students who attend Islamic lectures without wearing the hijab? The answer was expected to be harsh. However, Sheikh Yusuf replied that we should not only welcome her but also encourage her to attend. Any woman’s motive to attend such lectures is a clear sign of inward faith that needs to be stimulated in order to come to the surface.

How The Days' Gonne Be For Moi ... :D

Here are a few predictions about how the day is gonna turn out for me . AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ... it was fun looking these up . :D





Aries, The Ram


There are many opportunities to make personal improvements in your life. An opportunity to travel to help someone will enable you to meet others with the drive and Good Samaritan attitude you share.
Astrology.com


Work seems to be your topic now - it's often on your mind somehow. Your self-esteem may now depend on working to the bitter end. You might now act a little rash to gain (or lose) some easy cash. To whine about some "sacrifice" is just a "guilt and blame" device. Soon you could have a "crisis of faith" which somehow transforms your philosophy of life. You might attract someone who thinks "two's company, three's a crowd". At this time, the one you date could turn into a future mate.
Astrologyzine.com


Instead of splurging on yourself, use your fun money to brighten someone else's day.Try putting someone else's point of view ahead of your own and see what wisdom you can glean. The insight you gain from your efforts will be worth any little ripples it might throw into your schedule, and save you tons of hassle in the long run.
Astrology.yahoo.com


Whatever you do, avoid making any important decisions today. You will have your head far too high in the clouds to be able to think clearly enough to cope with any complex thought processes. While you remain in this vague and dreamy state, love and happiness will be the most important things to you and you will feel the need to ensure all around you are both well and content. Try not to put a lover on too high a pedestal, you both will be happier in the long run if you can try to remain a little realistic.
Aahoroscopes.com

I have had a lousy beginning to what I thought might be just another ordinary day ... wishful thinking . I have been on the stupid machine (PC) for the past hour and a half trying to figure out what my Username was . AAarrrrgghhhh ... and for those of you grinning ... NO I AM NOT DUMB ... quite on the contrary ... I am famously clever . :p I started up on this blog afresh, as you would have known if you had read my previous posts, ... 8o ... and conveniently forgot my username . It's such a headache having so many different "names" that blogspot asks for .

Okey, enough whining ... I have mustard oil in my hair and believe me it stinks . Yep, that's exactly why I am here at this ungodly hour typing a post that I know noone besides myself will ever get to read ... hehehe ... but I am my own best fan and pal and critic ... errr ... on second thought not a very good critic of myself ... :$ Uh ... forgot to mention what mustard oil has to do with me being awake ... the smell is so bad I can't go to sleep ... ummm but I did mention that didn't I ? Whatever ... !

Bye for now darling ... will catch ya later ... better go check on my son ... I HATE missing out on seeing him grin in his sleep ... ahhh guys don't know how much they miss out on this motherhood thing ... :D

Why Have We Become So Passive ?

Why Have We Become So Passive ?
Yet another Independance Day goes by and I watch the tube with hope that something positive would be done and shown for the younger generation . I am really frustrated with the way our media has turned such a blind-eye to the deterioration in the moral values of the youth . They are rather focussed on getting more viwership by competing with the Western and Indian channels by showing a culture that just does not exist in Pakistan . True there are such circles in which the behaviour they show on music channels, fashion magazines etc does seem to exist but teh number of such people is so very limited . The youth are getting the wrong impression that it is the accepted code of behaviour to party till late with those of the oppositte sex, to booze, to wear clothes that bypass any code of decency according to our culture and religion . We see society magazines, fashion glossies full of pictures of social events in Karachi, Lahore and Islamabad showing men and women holding and hugging each other . The message most teens are getting is that this is the way to behave, this is the way to be a part of the in crowd and be considered cool. I am not a burqa wearing man-slave . I am an educated, modern woman who knows exactly what she wants from life and what she aspires to be but within a certain moral limit . Why do we have to take everything to the extremes; if we are conservative we imprison our women in the house and beat them up regularly to take every spark of life out of them; if we are enlightened and modern we accept our sisters and daughters to go out wearing clothes that reveal more than they hide and mingle with the oppositte sex in a way totally contradictory to the teachings of our religion .I look at the T.V. and wonder why a certain brand of pan masala is coming up with remixes of mujra songs ? What culture are we trying to depict here ? Take examples of some other music videos as well, for example, Noori's "Manwa Re" and Ali Azmat's "Na Re Na". Though great songs, yet the videos for them again show that fascination for the age-old Nawab and his Mujra culture. Music channels are running programmes on the making of the latter and the fact, that it was shot in Heera Mandi, keeps getting higlighted . Why are we so fascinated with the Heera Mandi ? Personally I feel it's something to be ashamed of . We call ourseles Muslims and then we have a flesh market right next to one of our grandest and most historic mosques . The mujra culture is not something to be romanticized but to be deplored . Any tourist visiting Lahore is interested in mainly visiting two places ; Gawal Mandi and Heera Mandi . I see eunuchs standing at the wee hours of the night outside famous restaurants and hotels waiting for customers . They act as panders and target mostly young boys or middle aged men . Everyone knows about it but they choose to turn a blind eye . What one gets to see in the evenings in Model Town Park is another thing that would disgust any God-fearing person; boys and girls openly flirting with one another, lying in each other's laps ... but that's a story to be touched another time . I am not targeting only Lahore . Just that I have lived in Lahore and know more about what goes on there then any other place and it's lamentable how our media instead of trying to correct this menace further publicizes it as if it was a most prized possession that Lahore could boast of .On the night of 12th August I came across a talk show for the youth on one of the Dubai based music channels . The youngsters, both male and female, were divided into two groups and the topic under discussion was Dance Parties vs. Mehndis . Some of the arguments the kids gave were totally shocking and disgusting . The group supporting Mehndis, for example, argued that more rapes happenned after Dance Parties because the girls and boys got physically intimate with one another . The Dance Party Group answered by citing the example of Mukhtaran Mai and how she was raped in a place where there were only mehndis and no dance parties . They went on to call each other rapists based on their looks . I was astonished and left dumbfound . Don't these young people know what a grave crime rape is and that it must not be spoken of in jest ? I really for the first time in my life felt a nostalgia for the Zia regime in a corny way . Better have Islam imposed on us then have our youth so confused and immoralized due to the invasion of western media and culture . I grew up in the same country, went to the best schools, lived in the most up-beat places but never did I ever hear any teenagers taking about such things or even dreaming about such stuff . Is this the moderate Islam that our leaders keep harping about ? I believe we were better off with leaders who made covering of the head a must for women on T.V. , however irritating that might have been, then have leaders who are of the opinion that these young yet untrained and inexperienced minds should be exposed to such temptations as dance parties and boozing .I privately contacted a few honours of different ISPs and found out that most internet users, who are between the age of 12-25 use the net for watching pornography . I am not a techy person so I can only say that they showed me a big screen on which the IP addresses of the users were shown along with the content they were viewing and it came as no big surprise that most of it was pornographic material . The internet should be used as a medium of information and healthy entertainment . I even believe, chatting can be useful and informative and there is nothing wrong with it, unlike most people . But I don't understand why anyone would spend hours looking up sick stuff when they literally have the world just a click away from them . I don't deny not being curious and visiting some such sites when the net was first introduced to me but it never culminated into a passionate and compulsive pass time . There was so much more that I discovered on the WWW . I made great friends , I found facts about the so many myths surrounding Islamic rulings on things like purdha , working women , the depression surrounding muslim youth specially thiose living in the West and so much more .Then there were the sites about modern day heroes that have gone on to make a mark of their own in the world without losing their individuality as Muslims .I am only citing examples of how the internet opened up my mind about so many misconceptions regarding my religion yet isn't this the root of all evils surrounding us today ; our limited knowledge of our religion thanks to the twisted facts the ignorant mullah has sown in our minds . Again coming back to the main topic , it's a responsibility, and the greatest one for that matter, of the media both electronic and otherwise to lay the fears of our youth at rest regarding the principles of Islam and not to mislead them by exposing them to ideas and values that are just not a part of our social or religious system .(hey Zaksie, see I found a place that would take my articles no matter what ... hehehe)

Make Way For I Am Back :D

Okey guys I am back . I deleted my last blog :( for some strange reason I have yet to fully understand but now I am back again and there is no stopping me . Okey I will share with you one of the reasons I am back ... my head is full of thoughts that I am dying to spill out and noone around to sit and listen to me . There are plenty of chances hardly anyone's gonna stumble upon this but "who cares" . Atleast I am unburdening my heart . Ciao for now ... will be posting some smashers soon ... keep your fingers crossed .