Friday, November 28, 2003

Iqbal Latif: "Throwing a gauntlet like what Bush did makes it harder but it takes a very big man to do it. History has put this burden on a Texan who looked quite ordinary -- and for the left even stupid -- but he has taken this burden better than many a Sagittarius!"

Thursday, November 20, 2003



I just got a beautiful card from my little girl and my husband. It goes like this:

I want to let you know how much Baba and I are happy for having you in our lives. I love you so much even the first time you brushed my teeth. And between you and me, Baba said to me he loves you even when he is washing the dishes.

Sunday, November 16, 2003

At the supermarket

My 20 months old baby girl: Mamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Mamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Mamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Sheema: You don't have to sing it so loud, love. I am standing right here.
Baby girl singing on top of her lungs: MamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAA MamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAA
Sheema singing the rest from Bohemian Rhapsody: Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry if I'm not back again this time tomorrow.
Baby girl: Carry... carry... Mamaaaaaa (Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.)
Mamaaaaaaa
Sheema: Bayad kharidam bekonim (We have to do some shopping too!)
Baby girl: Mamaaaa
Mamaaaa... oohooooo... Cary... Cary... Mamaaaa...

Friday, November 14, 2003

I go to the porch and extend my fingers
Over the taut skin of night.
The lamps that link are dark, O so dark.
No one will introduce me to the sunlight
Or escort me
To the sparrows' gathering

Forough Farrokhzad


I sit here with my 10000 thoughts & blood starts drifting from one end of the keyboards to another. Suddenly the house is closing on me. Suddenly I can see the walls are chewing my bones. Suddenly all I want is to lose my memory and never know that of loosing my mother.

Wednesday, November 12, 2003

Sunday, November 09, 2003

Maman is still in hospital. We are leaving for Denmark in a few weeks. Hubby will return to the U.S. while the girl & I will stay behind for the spring.

Today on the phone

Sheema: Maman I look forward to seeing you.
Maman: I do too.

Friday, November 07, 2003


Every night before going to bed the little girl listens to Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody. Tonight, while I was reading the news and blogs, one of the bloggers' became the center of my daughter's attention because they has posted a picture of Barney. She started calling for the Barney on his blogpost. The blogger's musical day almost turned into a musical nightmare for me until I finally found a Barney website with plenty of Barney music for her to listen to.

Thursday, November 06, 2003

Maman... today is a foggy day...so foggy... that I can't see my heart's pieces hanging from my fingers. My thoughts are too loud to bear the grief... I want to make a deal with the gods...

Tuesday, November 04, 2003

Maman,

Ever since I opened my eyes into yours
my love for you has evenly spread in my body
like when spirits grow into humans
and become mothers and daughters...