Chemo

June 2, 2015

My earliest memory of baba is him helping me up a wooden ladder at the age of 3 on 14th August, I wanted to put the Pakistani flag on the roof myself. Ammi was horrified by this brilliant idea but baba backed me, he climbed behind me with one hand on my back for support and to make sure I didn’t fall down. It was an exhilarating experience, I distinctly remember the rush I felt once on top. He helped me wave the flag, as it was too big for me to hold. Both of us tied the flag to a piece of pipe protruding upwards, he showed me how to tie the proper knot that wouldn’t unravel. When it came time to climb down though, I started crying and refused to do it on my own, baba carried me down on his shoulders.

Now that I think about it, the dynamics of our relationship has followed a similar pattern throughout our lives. Me shooting for the stars, baba backing me fully, me messing things up, baba picking up the pieces. He has been and continues to be the best father anyone can ever have or hope for, I have eternally been a lousy son. He deserves better.

Baba starts chemo  tomorrow, I ask Allah to please let me have my baba.

The void…

September 17, 2011

It starts off being Yea big — about the size of your thumb — it grows though and keeps on gnawing your insides. A day comes when it encomapases your whole being, the void that was inside you yesterday IS you today…

For better or for worse, for good or just for today— I’m back!

Ramblings…..

November 17, 2009

So I’ve decided to do a series of video posts about how life is like living in Peshawar.

The twist is tht I do them around midnight, while driving.

The pilot is here….

It Baffles me….

October 30, 2009

That……

  • People can drive for decades without acquiring an iota of road sense!
  • I start panicking way before exam time while all the actual study gets done a day or two before exams.
  • I have classes from 8.30 A.m to 4.30 P.m every single day of the week, Its inhumane!
  • Galz can get away with murder just by smiling at a guy, I should know better.
  • I can’t even fly a stupid kite.
  • I have gone numb to all the madness around me, bomb Blast in Saddar? how many dead? A 100? Inna lillah e wa inna ilaihi rajioon, wts for lunch by the way???
  • My parents still treat me as if I was a kid Forever the youngest in the family.
  • Ice cream makes you fat!
  • Scum bags of our world have it better than honest, well meaning folks
  • Electricity always “vanishes” when i decide to study lolz ok, ok this one’s on me! 😀
  • We let a handful of fundos impose their interpretation of the sharia on us.
  • AND  the list can go on but the last one is “It baffles me immensely that We keep electing  the same old lecherous politicians to power every five years, when there previous track record is pretty clear for all to see!!!!! “

So tell me people, what is it that touches you in that special way?  😛

    Friends,you gotta love em!

    October 29, 2009

    Time: 04:35 p.m

    …… “Hello Ali are u awake”

    “I’m now I guess”

    “Have you done the networks assignment”

    “Our country is burning and all you can care about is a friggin assignment thts not even due till 6 p.m today????? Go f**k yourself and mail me that assignment when you get it from some bitch ass theeta

    “K laanti soja””

    *Me Snoring*


    And Today……..

    July 11, 2009

    ….she smiled,

    and I forgot what I was doing there.

    I sooooo want to be a pheonix right now! 😦

    When sitting in an easy chair situated in your lawn at 3 in the morning, Weird and out of place thoughts are bound to come in your mind. Not perhaps as out of place as our beloved Mr. Zardari in the president house but still they are pretty mundane. For example , you start to marvel at your neighbor uncle’s extremely flexible sleep routine,during the night the dude gets up after every hour to turn on the generator and goes back to sleep without missing a beat. And it goes on and on all night. During my exams which finished recently, I had a whole revision schedule based on the comings and goings of TV waale uncle (He is some hot shot executive at PTV) , it went something like this.

    *Me Pacing frantically while holding a book barely inches away from my nose*

    The recursive call than back tracks and connects the left most node to the child of the right most node and……. “

    *noise : Grrrrrr……grrrrrrrr*

    wtf??!! Uncle TV is up. is it 3 a.m already??? and I’ve still got to cover five more chapters before the paper at 8, shit shit SHIT!!!! “

    ………..

    This will be a series of short,random and pointless posts about my weird sleeping habits. You guys are welcome to post any stories of your own in the comments! 🙂