tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74999942007-11-12T01:56:49.794+02:00Another bead rolled off her head, bouncing off the tip of her hair and flying into a tree where some leaves caught it and put it to rest on a branch. "What is it?" they asked, puzzled at this gem that lay glistening like a dewdrop caught by sunlight. She let out a giggle as she twirled around unable to hide her excitement over what she could do, before she realized others could see her and she stopped. Looking away, she shrugged her shoulders and said in a shy quiet voice, “It’s just a thought.”Felicityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08751843138842829328noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7499994.post-1165452942761136542006-12-07T02:21:00.000+02:002006-12-07T03:16:15.150+02:002006-12-07T03:16:15.150+02:00

In order to add some flair to the Newsletter I make for the Spouse's Association of my husband's organization, I would sometimes have Felicity introduce my editorial notes on the first page and lead readers into what I hoped would be a pleasant reading experience. Below, find those glimpses of Felicity's world that appeared in the respective issues: Spring (April-June) '05 "Sunlight peaked

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For a moment she stood there mesmerized by it's translucent rainbow of colors; the way they danced as she rolled it around in her palm, taking one shape, then slipping into another. The world is so pretty in there, she thought. She would see him through these lucid rainbows, she recalled. He would hold her hand so gently as he led her through the thickness of the forest, being ever so careful

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WHEN DEMOCRACY GOES TOO FAR... Someone managed to forward the controversial cartoons of the Prophet Muhammed (sw) to me and I thought, you know, if this had meant to depict their version of the average Muslim instead of the Prophet (SW) himself, the world would be a more peaceful place and some of those cartoons may actually have been quite funny. There's one where a stream of suicide bombers are

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Wow, it's 2006 already! It's been slightly over a year since my last entry. In my defense, I do have at least three entries waiting in the drafts room awaiting a conclusion. Things got so hectic last year that by the time I would return to complete my thoughts, I felt they weren't relavent any more. By summer I was busy becoming a Mommy to a wonderful baby boy and lately I'm running around

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There is no joy greater than that of knowing that a miracle is taking place ever so quietly within your body, that all the sciences and all the myths and all of God's forces are working together to create a life inside. It is the most amazing thing, when you are lucky enough to have such a facility, to watch that life grow week after week, from nothing to something that looks like a mini-dinasaur

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It lay sparkling on her cheek, still, and yet so fluid. It wasn't like the other beads that so often rolled off her head, hard with thought and conviction. It was different, seemingly weaker and more powerful all at the same time, filled with emotion that, were it to spill, would flood the entire universe. All this weakness, all this power lay in the tiny sparkling transparent pearl drop resting

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When America goes to the polls next week, the single most important issue that could determine who becomes president will very likely be Iraq. Some voters may think about taxes, some about medicare and healthcare reform and the import of prescription drugs from Canada . Some may think about stem-cell research and abortion rights, other's about border control and immigration issues and most may

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The news came as a shock. Although I only knew one "petite" Badar who studied with his even more petite fiance (who later went on to become his wife), I refused to believe it was the same Badar. We had worked together on some group projects and presentations during the early BBA semesters. We remained acquaintances after that, occasionally exchanging a friendly greeting if we happened past each

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I began with the idea of an intriguing introduction to my blog, something that would be the best reflection of what my blog really is in under 300 characters (that's the limit for the intro). Then something happened and my intro suddenly had a fairytale setting, a place my husband says I tend to spend a lot of time in. I would resent that remark, if it weren't so true. So I figured the intro

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This entry is in response to a blog entry at knicq.blogspot.com questioning "Do you accept this Pakistan?" that complains how certain vices and former cultural taboos have become commonplace in our society, perhaps in our attempt to mimic the apparently successful west. The truth is, these concepts that we purport as western vices are actually universal. These vices are as old as time and

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What does our country really think it will gain by forcing Musharraf to give up his uniform? What will it gain by getting him to give up all that he has accomplished in his military career for the sake of being president or give up the presidency for the sake of being COAS? How much will we really gain by having a civillian president? It's the principle of the matter, supposedly. Supremacy of

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Everytime he leaves, I feel my heart shatter into a zillion pieces. There's a lump in my throat I can't get down, a cry waiting to slip out, a tingling in my fingers aching to clutch his arm to keep him from going. I watch him leave, my eyes filled with sad, childlike desperation as I whisper a quiet prayer for something to change and keep him from leaving. Then I tell myself... Fariha, it's

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My task lately has been to find space in my inlaws' house to stash away all of our stuff that shipped from Houston. This is no easy task, trust me, since all the cupboards are so full that noone has dared to open them for fear that everything will just fall out. Some of those closets haven't been opened since the dark ages. My brother-in-law suggests all of those closets ought to be set on fire

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I used to be able to write so well. I'm writing now in an attempt to salvage whatever skill I have left, but I realize my writing isn't quite as interesting, as elaborate, as thought provoking or as articulate as it used to be. Perhaps because I haven't had much to read lately. Since we moved to Cairo (less one month when we discontinued our subscriptions to various magazines in Houston), I

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"It's really sad," said Humair of the state of affairs in Karachi: of the lifestyles of people living here earning measly salaries and wages, of the roads so broken and littered with filth and the shops so rundown and ill maintained. Last time we were here was hardly 6-7 months ago, back in February when we visited from the States and I don't recall feeling so dismal about life here. But this

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Perhaps it is just my pride that is unwilling to part with the comfort of the old and refusing to embrace the challenges of what's new, which would make it not as much of a helpless situation as I would like to believe. It's a decision I've made somewhere to keep reverting to thoughts of what was, and all I need to do is to decide otherwise. I wish it were that easy. Humair's laundry came back

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For the longest time, my computer's time and date were set to US Central Time, reflecting the time in Houston. Then one day, some eight weeks following our move to Cairo, I finally mustered the courage to face up to reality. "Look", I told myself, "You're home is in Cairo now, not in Houston. You're not going back to Houston any time soon. So let go... let that clock in the corner of your

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I know that the furthest you can see on a flat plain or out at sea from where you are standing is about 6 miles, which would mean if you looked all the way from left to right, you'd be able to see 12 miles across. But when you're flying at an altitude of 40,000 ft., how many miles across the earths surface can you see then? Once on a trip to Canada from Houston we were flying at 35,000 ft. and

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Two months ago, I was told our furniture would be ready in exactly six weeks, "inshallah". That was about two weeks longer than the time any of the other places took to make an order, but I figured, hey, if it takes them that long then fine, as long as it comes out nice. Six weeks go by and I'm told it will take another two weeks, but it would come out perfect, "inshallah". I was a little

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