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Thursday, March 31, 2005
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
oh god! chacha gee! :D, you rock!
after reading this, in yesterdays paper, i just coudnt help laughing , and it kept me smiling the whole day
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From:
Dancing in the desert
DIARY OF A VAGABOND (Magazine,DAWN,Sunday,March, 27, 2005)
by:
Mustansar Hussain Tarar
"Saeen Tarar, there is a limit to indecency, may Allah forgive fer, look at her closely. She is hardly wearing anything and the way she is shaking her body, Toba Toba!" , the pious Pakistani gentleman squatting next to me touched his ear lobes.
"Sir it is great sin to look at half-naked females, so do not look," I suggested.
"Saeen, I have paid a lot of dirhams to look at her so I have to look."
In the desert night, in front of our tent a belly dancer's slim body convylsed as she was going to have a fit of uncontrolable delight. This was the climax of the famous desert safari, ...Dubai. ___
___ After sometime he asked me, "Tarar Saeen tell me, is this dancer a Muslim?"
" Your guess is as good as mine, what if she is?"
"Toba Toba! saeen, a muslim girl dancing half-naked is shameful, she should be properly clad."
"I totally agree," I was rather enjoying the company of this intresting gentleman.
"Why dont you go up to the lady and cover her with your ajrak?"
"Do you think I should do it?" he became thoughtful.
"It is your duty as a good Muslim," I encouraged him though he did not need any encouragement being so high spirited. "You will be blessed on the day of judgement for this noble act."
He took off his ajrak and held it in front of him like a matador advancing towards a bull. "I would cover hernakedness so help me God," he went towards the belly dancer with resolute determination and when he was face to face with her and everyone was waiting that he will cover her with his ajrak, a totally unexpected thing happened; instead of performing his noble duty, he threw away the ajrak with a shout of "Ya Allah", and started dancing with her in pure ecstacy!
The next day I was leaving Dubai for Lahore and there in the desert night, a righteous Pakistani was dancing with the belly dancer forgetting that he had gone theer to clad her properly.
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From:
Dancing in the desert
DIARY OF A VAGABOND (Magazine,DAWN,Sunday,March, 27, 2005)
by:
Mustansar Hussain Tarar
"Saeen Tarar, there is a limit to indecency, may Allah forgive fer, look at her closely. She is hardly wearing anything and the way she is shaking her body, Toba Toba!" , the pious Pakistani gentleman squatting next to me touched his ear lobes.
"Sir it is great sin to look at half-naked females, so do not look," I suggested.
"Saeen, I have paid a lot of dirhams to look at her so I have to look."
In the desert night, in front of our tent a belly dancer's slim body convylsed as she was going to have a fit of uncontrolable delight. This was the climax of the famous desert safari, ...Dubai. ___
___ After sometime he asked me, "Tarar Saeen tell me, is this dancer a Muslim?"
" Your guess is as good as mine, what if she is?"
"Toba Toba! saeen, a muslim girl dancing half-naked is shameful, she should be properly clad."
"I totally agree," I was rather enjoying the company of this intresting gentleman.
"Why dont you go up to the lady and cover her with your ajrak?"
"Do you think I should do it?" he became thoughtful.
"It is your duty as a good Muslim," I encouraged him though he did not need any encouragement being so high spirited. "You will be blessed on the day of judgement for this noble act."
He took off his ajrak and held it in front of him like a matador advancing towards a bull. "I would cover hernakedness so help me God," he went towards the belly dancer with resolute determination and when he was face to face with her and everyone was waiting that he will cover her with his ajrak, a totally unexpected thing happened; instead of performing his noble duty, he threw away the ajrak with a shout of "Ya Allah", and started dancing with her in pure ecstacy!
The next day I was leaving Dubai for Lahore and there in the desert night, a righteous Pakistani was dancing with the belly dancer forgetting that he had gone theer to clad her properly.
advice
(better keep a note of it for myself too, as i keep forgetting it all the time.
":). we are in the same boat. i know, its been too long, my patience is running out too. i worry, then i hope, i worry n hope again, its the way its gonna be, till it ends, as they all say, its a phase n its gonna end. inshaallah, n a happy ending it would be "
..... i was saying it to some one else.
":). we are in the same boat. i know, its been too long, my patience is running out too. i worry, then i hope, i worry n hope again, its the way its gonna be, till it ends, as they all say, its a phase n its gonna end. inshaallah, n a happy ending it would be "
..... i was saying it to some one else.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
...
hm, I was just thinking, how would I pass through this night... when it started to pour, poured for a while, n stopped. ..... now I hear a few clouds roaring somewhere up there. .....silence, there is, now again.....n my heart skips a beat, again.
Whats going on up there?..... I cant hear anything, not even a word, whispers are all I hear. Is there some conspiracy going on about me?
...It is so quiet. what do i do? should I cry, n let this pain off me ? or should I wait?... n see...
Im tired of this uncertainity. Its like waiting for a life sentence. Its like hanging up in space. Oh God! please o'God! set me free!
Birth n death, no one knows the time, when its gonna come, still when its about time, we just know. Same is the case with marriage
... n its about time. Its about time I start a new life... new beginnings, new meanings.
Im thinking. But what do i know? What can i know? Its still a gamble. The more I know, the more I get trapped. Retracing my steps, would be like breaking some hearts. But still if I really know "almost" everything ... still it is a gamble.
what can I do in a gamble?
Whats going on up there?..... I cant hear anything, not even a word, whispers are all I hear. Is there some conspiracy going on about me?
...It is so quiet. what do i do? should I cry, n let this pain off me ? or should I wait?... n see...
Im tired of this uncertainity. Its like waiting for a life sentence. Its like hanging up in space. Oh God! please o'God! set me free!
Birth n death, no one knows the time, when its gonna come, still when its about time, we just know. Same is the case with marriage
... n its about time. Its about time I start a new life... new beginnings, new meanings.
Im thinking. But what do i know? What can i know? Its still a gamble. The more I know, the more I get trapped. Retracing my steps, would be like breaking some hearts. But still if I really know "almost" everything ... still it is a gamble.
what can I do in a gamble?
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