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Skateboarding

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Son had promised IB (grandson) that he will take him to the park for skateboarding. IB’s stay with us is coming to a close. I feel sad already, wondering when we will next see him, and that is probably next year. Feeling, I must grab the moments spent with him, I got ready to go with them.

Meanwhile, IB the couch potato he is, tried his best at dissuading his father not to go out, insisting that the park where his father was taking him wasn’t meant for skateboarding. IB is totally addicted to his iPad, while we wanted him to get a few hours of air, and sun outside.

Popes Island had the children’s park. Alongside was the boat’s arena. Lucky people having their own boats. Children IB’s age were playing, but IB insisted he was too old to play there. Son, and I sat on the seesaw, while two energetic children- the same age as IB (twelve) sat beside us to push the seesaw up, and down. The boy was sweet, as he later came back again to help us in seesawing.

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This park was in Fair haven, MA. On the other side of the bridge constituted New Bedford.

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We went to Livesey Park, trying to ignore IB’s protestations that the park wasn’t meant for skateboarding. There were all sorts there — grown ups who were walking briskly on the side walks, children and grown ups cycling, teenagers playing volleyball.

IB skateboarded on the side walk till he was tired, and wanted to go back home.

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Distant

Coming August will mark the fifth death anniversary of my late husband. With passing on of the years my late husband is becoming a distant memory. I feel more of his presence in both homes in Peshawar, and the village home than here in Houston.

One reason can be that his photos hang in my own homes. They keep his memory alive. The photographs mark happy times in our lives with no shadow of death looming over them. They evoke happy times. The one hanging in the hallway shows him dressed in his military uniform, and looking totally handsome, and beguiling. The other one has both of us, covers a wall in the large kitchen in our Peshawar home.

My Quran teacher said that dead people’s photographs shouldn’t be displayed in our homes. That is one reason there is a small photo of my husband only on the fridge which son has pasted, and I have not hung any others here. Anyway the home I share with son is his, although all the furniture, and things belong to me.

I am not going to remove the photographs in my own homes. It maybe wrong according to my religious teacher, but I can’t deny the comfort they bring to my heart when I look at them. Maybe God won’t disapprove, and look over my misdoing.

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Distant

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Lists and Me

I don’t do lists. I used to write them, and lose them. I could never hold onto them. My list used to magically disappear out of sight. After reaching home I would remember what I needed.

Top of ten foods I like: 

Mutton Rice preferably made with (young goat’s meat, which doesn’t smell), chick peas, raisins, and almonds.

Chinese food: GenTso, Chicken Wings, and Chicken Soup.

  
Chapli Kabab.  

Home made Icecream.

Nuts like Almonds, Pistachios, Walnuts, Pine Nuts.

Fresh Fruit. Top of the list — Lichees.

  
And other fruits.

  
Vegetables: I love to eat vegetables. My son doesn’t like turnips, bitter gourd, and butternut squash. If he spies the above mentioned vegetables, he turns in a second from a genial person to a very disappointed, and annoyed person. Back in the days when he was a student, and living at home, I used to take extra care in making another dish of something he liked, and put the smile back in his face.

All photos: Thanks to Google.

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The Satisfaction of a List

Who doesn’t love a list? So write one! Top five slices of pizza in your town, ten reasons disco will never die, the three secrets to happiness — go silly or go deep, just go list-y.


Not Decided



I wanted to go, and visit my sister in Long Island. It’s still four months short of two years since last I saw her. It’s so cold out there, which puts a damper on my longing to see her.

She is unwell at the moment. She is unlikely to feel glad at my coming. No doubt, if I mention a visit from me, she will brush away my excuses, or any assumptions I have.





Thinking of ice, and snow makes me glad that I am in Houston. I love snow for short duration. I will like it from far away.

At the moment here, it’s either cloudy, or it is constant rain. Last night my son, and I were going for a walk, when he looked out, and found it was raining. I had already put on my shoes. I took them off, and went upstairs to retrieve my umbrella. My son went on a quest to find an umbrella for himself.

This year four new umbrellas were bought. They are all missing. They have disappeared. The only one is mine, which I guard, that’s why it’s still with me. This morning I saved it from disappearing (for forever) when I remembered leaving it in the hallway to dry off, after coming back from the walk. I collided with my son (with my rush to get down) on the stairs, while he was coming up to say “Salam” to me in the morning.

So, I was the only person to venture out in the rain to walk, and my son went back to watching some old sitcoms of his childhood.



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Study Abroad

If you were asked to spend a year living in a different location, where would you choose and why?


A Guide to Peshawar

Local Flavor
Write a piece about a typically “local” experience from where you come from as though it’s an entry in a travel guide.

If you visit Peshawar, don’t forget to sip green tea (at the end of a meal, or if you feel like taking tea). You will never get the same taste any place else in the world. Although I am by birth a Pathan, but I have never been able to emulate that taste in my home brewing session of green tea.

“How bad! How sad!” My favorite expression of lamenting anything gone wrong.

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Then another thing! Get yourself a pair of Peshawari Chappals (footwear). They are simply unique. Order them to be made exactly for your foot size. You can wear them throughout summer. They don’t cost the earth. You will be surprised at the price you can get them. Do try three-four shops to find out the real price before you decide. Don’t forget bargaining.

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Ladies can buy themselves Khussas.

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Another typical fare is Lamb Tikka. Simply delicious!
A must to eat are Chapli Kababs. But you must first ascertain that your stomach is up to digesting them. Just joking!

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Don’t forget to buy Chitrali Topi as a headgear for yourself.

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Hope you enjoyed the local fare.

Sadly the “War on Terror” has brought only terror to Muslim countries, and death, and destruction to Muslim people. A nightmare which is fueled by hatred, religion, and greed. The ones who are killed are Muslims, and the ones who are suffering are Muslims, and Alas! there is no end in sight.

Photos Credit: thanks to Google.
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Hope Shines

Tourist Trap
by Michelle W.
What’s your dream tourist destination — either a place you’ve been and loved, or a place you’d love to visit? What about it speaks to you?

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Aya Sophia from inside — the names Allah, and Muhammad (peace be upon him), and picture of Jesus, and Mary. Photo: thanks to FJ

At the moment my deepest wish is to get back to Peshawar. Only God knows when it’s going to be fulfilled. I hope it’s soon Insha’Allah (if God wills), Ameen.

Knowing myself, I can predict that soon after reaching my dusty, old home town, I will be fed up with load shedding, and other problems.

I have been waiting to visit Turkey, and Malayasia during my husband’s lifetime, but it was not to be. I got raving accolades about Turkey from one acquaintance. From another it was a complete no-no. Both had their own experiences. So I don’t know what to decide.

One thing I know for sure is, I will try to co-ordinate the visit with my daughter. I don’t want to go on my own. For me it will be scary going alone to some place. She has not divulged which place she is likely to visit this year. Last year it was UK. I should remember to ask her on my next phone call.

I did make her promise that I will be included on the Turkey trip. So maybe I make it Insha’Allah.
Wishful thinking, and high hopes indeed!

However dark the surroundings it seems now

Hope shines brightly in my space

It will keep me from dark thoughts, and despair

Finally leading me to eternal peace

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Sultan Ahmet Mosque, and Hagia Sophia
Photos credit: FJ (the photos are from his visit to Turkey, last year)

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