so hebz and i are being couch potatoes...

we're sitting on the sofa still in our pjs having chai and toast... im coughing like mad and she's just well eating like mad and coughing at the same time... what a sight to see...

my friends comnig over with her two lil boys in a few hours... ive decided to make risotto with baby spinach and some baked chicken.. not too unhealthy me thinks...

i really ought to get up and give hebz a bath and shower myself. but i'l...

I'm running after something that sparkles. It doesn't exist really. Only in my mind.

But to hold something wonderful, to know you have it.

I dont even know what that's like anymore.

One day I'm going to die. And then I'm going to regret everything.

materialistically, GOOD! otherwise, I never claimed to be a good Muslim. I find it impossible to wake up early to go to mosque (unless the Imam distributes free latest laptops after dua, then I would be the first one to reach half an hour earlier or may be I won't even sleep at night to not miss the great sawab. Even if I fell dizzy, my relatives will make sure that I don't lose this honor. My friends would accompany me in this noble cause and join the great crowd coming from all directions towards...

I am missing those wonderful years of college life

it was so much fun back then being with friends in classes, getting stressed over exams, hanging out after :d every class for couple of minutes, matching your schedule with a friend's so you could spend more time doing nothing, working in library :d and chill.

old days.

I MISS ST. JOHNS.

Death is such a bleak reminder of how trivial everything and every relationship is. How temporary an unimportant we are. How Allah is the strong one and we are absolutely insignificant. Every time this realization hits me i am overcome by baffling grief and anguish. Coming to terms with this reality is so tricky since i am inclined to let it slip from my mind at the first distraction.