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Aakhir Abba Kis Ke Hain!

Monday, July 13th, 2009

I went out with my cousins and sister to Arena for bowling on Saturday, and for dinner later in the night. If I go out, it’s fine but my sister has to seek my father’s permission to go on such occasions. (Thank God I was spared the misery of being a daughter! :D )

We were told to return by midnight (Dad gets angry if sis stays out later than midnight) but we got late, like really late…we went for dinner at 12 a.m. Told mom that we would be late.

Later, when we were eating, Mom called me to ask where we were. Told her we were eating and would be back in half an hour.

When we came home at two-thirty, Mom was angry as expected.

Reason for anger: Your father woke me up around two to find out where you two were goofing around and wait for you, and calmly went to sleep himself!

In Urdu (On Raapchick’s request): Tumharay Baba bhi ajeeb hain. Mujhay utha diya ke tum log nahin aaye aur khud mazay se jaa ke so gayay!

13.07.2009 Humorous, Me, Women 54 Comments

An Israeli Kid And A Palestinian Kid

Saturday, January 24th, 2009

24.01.2009 Reflections, World 27 Comments

Pyaare Nabi Ki Pyaari Nawasi, Shaam Ko Qaidi Ban Ke Chali Hai!

Saturday, January 10th, 2009

Hazrat Fatimah Kubra (S.A.), eldest daughter of Imam Husain (A.S.), narrates:

I was standing at the opening of the tent, watching my father fight. I saw him fall from his horse and a few moments later I saw his head being raised on a spear. The enemy’s army started shouting “Allahu Akbar” after killing the Prophet’s (S.A.W.W.) grandson and instruments of victory were being played.

Then I saw thousands of men start racing their horses towards our tents, all carrying spears. I turned around to go back into the tent but one rider thrust his spear into my back. I fell down.

When I regained consciousness, I found all the women of the Prophet’s (S.A.W.W.) household sitting huddled under the open sky with bare heads and all the tents were on fire. I turned to my aunt Zainab (S.A.) and asked where my chadar (headcover/veil) was. She replied that the veils of all women had been removed by the riders with their spears.

Together we sat there after four days of hunger and thirst with the children, crying and surrounded by the pieces of our fathers, brothers and sons whose bodies had been torn apart by riding horses over them.

All women and children were tied with ropes the next day. Husain’s eldest son Ali Zain-ul-Abideen (A.S.) was made to wear a heavy stone neckbrace, his hands and legs chained tightly. The Prophet’s family was then marched off to Damascus with the heads of their loved ones on spears in front of them. One head belonged to a six month old, with his mother watching it all.

Imagine being a part of this caravan. Do you cover your head? How would you feel if you were paraded bare-headed in streets and bazaars with crowds gathering to throw sticks, stones and fire at you? What if your brother, son or father was with you? How would he feel?

This was done to the Prophet’s (S.A.W.W.) women. The Prophet who taught Muslims about the sanctity of a woman, got this in return.

10.01.2009 Animals, Captives of Karbala(A.S.), Enemies of the Ahle Bayt (A.S.), Facts, General Knowledge, History, Husain(A.S), Martyrs Of Karbala(A.S.), Muhammad(S.A.W.W.), Reflections, Religious, Women, Zain-ul-Abideen(A.S.) 6 Comments

The Origin of SAWJ

Saturday, December 27th, 2008

This may be the last of cheerful posts for a while as hopefully Muharram starts on Monday and then I’ll be running Zakir Naik’s ass all over the place, as promised to someone. :)

And I’ve quit smoking so be happy guys! :P

And be happy too that the Los Angeles Lakers brought the 19-game winning streak of the Boston Celtics to a halt on Christmas. Yippee-kaiyeay (find rest of the sentence at the end of any Die-Hard movie)! ;)

*****

I’ve always been one of those guys who wanted to be cool. At times, I would try and make cool things out of my name. One of them was summing up my initials to see what they formed, i.e., SAWJ.

But I wasn’t happy with it then. I mean, it does sound cheesy. :D

Khair, I was on a similar mission during my Intermediate years, trying to make something cool out of it. And then I discovered that SAWJ could be distorted to sound “savage”. ;)

So I made an email address as lethallysawj@hotmail.com and asked all my friends to pronounce it lethallysavage@hotmail.com. But friends can be real assholes and they did the exact opposite. They started teasing me by the name SAWJ.

As time passed, I actually started to like it. It was unique and it did give me a sense of closeness to my friends. And now I’ve become used to it. Almost all the dudes call me that now.

Now, I am…SAWJ!

But that don’t mean I don’t like my real and full names. Because they are my identity. My pride. Hell, if I tell you guys the real meaning of my first name, you will all call me a heretic and send a suicide bomber over. :P

SAWJ also acts as a cover for my real name, a box which protects the valuables.

*****

Cheesy post? Sorry! :)

*****

UPDATE: I forgot to write this. :D

My new jacket has been acting as my second skin these days. I wear it all the time, everyone’s praised it and it’s very cool! Cost me 3000 ruppees and my father was well-beyond angry. I saw a leather jacket at the shop too, made of sheep-skin and still smelling of sheep. It was 6000 ruppees! Had I bought that, my father would’ve made a jacket out of SAWJ-skin!

27.12.2008 Facts, General Knowledge, History, Me, Reflections 46 Comments

Ammi Aur Geo

Sunday, December 21st, 2008

I was pondering over my choice of topics to write:

  • The History of “SAWJ”
  • My Mom’s Wish To Become A Geo Anchor

I’ve decided to go along with the latter. This week is the last of my funny posts as next week, Muharram begins.

So it all started when my Mom came to me and asked me to get Geo’s number. Naturally, I asked why.

“I want to become an anchor on Geo.”

“Why?”

“I’ll earn money. I can be an anchor. Your father has given the go-ahead. Get me the number.”

“No way! You’re not going on Geo TV. I’m not going to let my dignity and honor be trampled this way.”

*****

Later, we were sitting with my father at the dining table.

امّی: اس سے کہیں، یہ مجھے جیو کا نمبر نہیں دے رہا۔

میں: جیو جا کے کرنا کیا ہے؟

امّی: بھئی پیسے ملیں گے، لوگوں کی نظروں میں آجائوں گی، مشھور ہو جائوں گی، سیاست میں آجائوں گی اور پھر وزیرِ اعظم بن جائوں گی۔

!بابا: اور پھر خودکش حملہ ہو جائے گا

My father has a killer sense of humor. He rarely jokes but they always hit bulls-eye!


21.12.2008 Humorous, Me, Pakistan, Women 51 Comments

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