Lost in Dubai

Yes, you read right. Dubai, a place where I have … well I haven’t lived in Dubai, but it is like a second home, after university that is… oh well let me rephrase… Dubai is my third home…anyhow, I got lost, in Dubai… while under adult supervision. You see my mom was driving the car, so it is not my fault.

We were going to my granny’s place, a place where we have been going for the past 5 years. Ok, this makes it sound more pathetic. It is not my fault. I don’t know roads. It is physically impossible for me to be awake in a moving vehicle… if you leave me a block way from my home, I will sit on the side walk and cry because I will not know the way back home. It is the same case with me and my university and my previous school. It was my mom who took the wrong turn, not me, so it is not my fault. Mind you, I am not blaming her…

So, we landed some where near a cement factory, in the middle of the Al Qouz industrial area. Stuck in the rain… it wasn’t pleasant. The scenario is like this, my mom (who is partially deaf) screaming on the phone and waving her hands like mad (inside a locked car with is windows rolled down), explaining our whereabouts to my uncle….me: repeating the name of the cement factory, repeatedly, and my mom getting it wrong every single time…. I gave up after the first half an hour. My mom was getting paranoid with every man that passed by the car… she later rolled up the windows, and I was starring at a fogged up windshield, cursing every rain drop I saw.

Anyhow… I thought those 2 hours wound have been the slowest paced, and traumatizing hours of my life… oh boy was I wrong… on the way back to Sharjah, I was ORDERD to stare at the rear of my uncle’s Nissan x-Trail. He was helping us get home.

Remember, the time where I said that it is physically impossible for me to be awake in a moving car? Can you imagine how hard it was for me to see the same rear (oh the pun!), for one hour?

For those who care… I am alive and well…a bit traumatized… I will live.

NOTE TO SELF #1: Don’t ever learn to drive.
NOTE TO SELF #2: Carry the map of U.A.E
NOTE TO SELF #3: Oh, what the hell, carry a whole atlas!

Squeish!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes Squeish… a new word in the English language. The patent : The HEM… you see The Hem invented this new word after merging the words Shibn and Squash… aaah! She is a genius!

Speaking of Squeish… I shall use it as a new word for the game of Squash… I played Squeish for the first time yesterday!!!! In a skirt!!! Hehehe.. anyhow… the game is pretty cool. I do plan to play it often.. that is if my hectic procrastination schedule allows me to… oh! Life is really busy =)

I wouldn’t have ever gotten a chance to play Squeish or see Keet’s adorable behindee =) if it weren’t for The Hem or Mafaz, who coerced me… by pushing… talking and umm…hehe OFFICIALLY renaming Tiki to Hamster the fourth =O, and Hamster the the third shall not be christened Pinky…I know I was a pain in the butt yesterday.. but … well… tough luck, wub you guys =)

Pink… okie… all those pink Tassys out there… get a life please… DON’T SPREAD THE PINK… SPREAD THE BLUE =)… it is so much better than pink! Right, you may not know what I am talking about.. but…if you go to the blogger home page, and type out the word “Tassy” in the blog search slot… you will understand the words that I have just written.. I am just too distraught to explain the story to you all, I feel violated =S

Why Moms should not be let out of the house.

Yes, yes I know you are all saying… “oh man we know, we know, my mom is like the mother of all moms”…. Oooh are you people mistaken. Allow me to attempt at proving my point.

So, my Mom and I were at the ENT the other day. This couple and their two kids; a boy of about 2 years and a girl about 1 year, come into the waiting room. The little boy dives under the chairs and lies down…playing with coins:

Mom: [pointing at the kid],[in a loud voice] “You were like this when you were small, all naughty”

Mind you, the couple is still there.

Me: [thoroughly embarrassed],[whispering] “Shhh Ma! Keep quiet…”

The little girl, waddles around doing her thing… oblivious to everything around her

Mom: [pointing at the kid],[in a loud voice] “Look he has a very big head…Amoo was like that when she was small”

Mind you, the couple is still there.

Me: [thoroughly embarrassed],[whispering] “Ma!”

The little girl continues to move around the room, in circles, around the coffee table ( I am surprised she didn’t throw up)

Mom: [pointing at the kid and bubbling out of her chair],[in a loud voice] “Look she is a girl, she has ear rings, she is not a boy!!!!”

Mind you, the couple is still there.

Me: [thoroughly embarrassed]

The other day, before the other day, I was reminding my sweet Mama, to get some rations for the house, at the grocery store

Me: “Ma, we need to get toma…”

Mom: [in a loud voice] “What? Speak clearly, I can’t hear you!!”

Me: [raising my voice abit] “Ma, we ne…..”

Mom: [in a louder than loud voice] “What?”

Me: [ in a loud voice] “Ma, WE NEED….”

Mom : [screaming] “WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING AT ME! I AM YOUR MOTHER!”

Me: [dumbfounded]

Let me rephrase, Moms can be allowed to get general stuff from the supermarket, but NEVER, personal stuff that you will be wearing or using. I had to learn this the hard way.

For instance, when my sisters and I were small, we used to be dressed up in the same attire. When my sisters grew out of their clothes, I used to get them. So I used to have 3 pieces of the same attire, in my small closet, and I used to be accused to having the most clothes in the house. You see, having three same shirts, in your wardrobe, is alright. The fact that throwing them away (or even giving them away) isn’t an option because “it fits”, if perfectly fine, too. But when I am forced into wear photosynthesizing clothes, and leopard print velvet suits… I just want to kill my self!

40 Days

He works in mysterious ways.

Now than ever, I believe in that. Yesterday, my blog entry was dedicated to my Grand Mama, today; it is in the honor of her beloved, for over 65 years. A lot can happen in just 40 days. After the demise of my Grand Mama, I got to spend some quality time with this fine man, my Grand Dad. I made him teach me cricket, but I forgot what ever he taught me… typical me huh? I watched him suck on them mini sneakers’ bars and try aiming the peanuts from his mouth to the dust bin, and end up getting them no where close to the bulls eye (NOTE: He used to stand at the top of the dust bin, while performing this utterly adorable conduct). I stood by him when he used to talk to me in Swahili (instead of English). I would try answer him back, in my mother tongue (literally my mother tongue), only to give up and call my mom and ask her to explain the matter to him. He never laughed at me =). I used to watch him, take those early morning walks, (for two hours, I might add) where he used to walk at snails pace, but be very delighted at the end of his exercise. Oh how could I forget the dozing off on the chair =). But, most of the time, I watched him, his head on his hand, lost in thought. I watched his silent aching.This is from me to you, Babu:

40 Days

For- Mahrum AbdulHussien
GulamHussien (Babu Gulla) Dawood
RIP: 16/ Jan/ 2006

40 days marked the ending of mourning
Prior; there was shock, there was disbelief
During; there was grieving, a struggle to move on

40 days showed grief:
Grief uninvited
Grief un-relinquishing

40 days showed support:
Support of family
Support of friends

40 days showed strength:
Strength - hidden for support
Strength to move on

40 days showed struggle:
Struggle to cope with loss
Struggle to cope with strength

40 days showed bewilderment:
Bewilderment of reality
Bewilderment toward faith

40 days marked the beginning of mourning
Thence, the shock and disbelief cannot be described
Grief was at a pinnacle Hidden strength seemed robbed

Grief, struggle, bewilderment is inevitable in times of loss
Then, why love someone? For
Inevitable grief awaits to befriend you
Inevitable struggle awaits your support
Inevitable bewilderment awaits to lead your way
Then why experience the most horrific time of your life?
- Tassy Ali
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Life will never be the same.

INA LILAAHI WA INA ILEHI RAJIOON: From He we come, to Him we must return.

Treasure every moment with your loved one, be it your Parents, Brothers, Sisters (I don’t believe I am saying this… I hate my sisters :S), Friends, Lovers. Let them know their importance every day.

For all my Friends reading this, I “wub” you all. Hem, Nosh, Fanny, Keet, Masif, Mafaz, Rana, Warri, Maha, Alia and the rest. You all gave me strength and a shoulder to cry on (Hem, you did… literally...wub u babe).

For my Family. Moommie (My Mom =), Tiddie (My Dad =)), The Retards ( My Sisters :S ), Ms. Banana Havoc (Tammi) , and the rest of the Dawood family. I am proud to be associated with Nature’s little Freaks… I mean this is a very respectable way =) I can laugh at people, other than myself =)

Thank you all =)

Forceful Void

This entry is dedicated to the Best Grand Mom in the Whole Wide World. My 20th Century Grand Ma, who would scold my mommie when ever I complained about “mistreatment”. She would give me money (=)) and… well… make the most delicious food ever. Yeah, I know I seem way to materialistic here… but… words cannot describe my Grand Mama. I attempted to depict my loss, in this poem that I wrote for her.

FORCEFUL VOID
In memory of

Zahra A.G. Dawood.
RIP: 7th December 2005

Isn't it funny how time can tick away?
How one second can make a difference?
Yesterday, I had a guardian angel looking over me.
I knew her whereabouts, I knew her place.
Today, I can't see my angel looking over me
I know not her whereabouts, I know not her place

Yesterday, she was right there.
Her granted presence was just a thirty minute drive away
I knew she would be there, always,
watching over my shoulder, praying for me
Even though, I saw fragility
The fragility that befriended her, forcefully.

Today, as I stand over her small feeble body,
I cannot help but wonder what if time didn't tick away?
what if that next second did not come?
She would still be there, with fragility
Watching over my shoulder, praying for me
I would still know her whereabouts, I would still know her place

Today, as I sit in front of her love,
I cannot help but wonder his thoughts
For I can see through his despair as he sees her picture,
I can see through his despair as he sees her empty chair
I can see his submission to the same fragility

The fragility that befriended her, forcefully

Today, as I walk into her room,
I cannot help but wonder her last thoughts
As I see her bed, as I see the chair
The chair that waits, desperately, for her presence to fill the void,
The void that befriended us, forcefully.

-Tassy Ali

This is also for a special friend’s grand mother. My prayers are with you.

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Beaming with excitement about my new blog, I came early, to university, to write out my post. Me; being an utter confusion bean, I got lost trying to find my way back to my blog. Anyhow…me had problems and The Hem was kind enough to help me…she left me a little note ...

'tis the Hem

Since you insisted that I not hanky panky, that indicates that you were expecting some. Ergo, I must not disappoint you... Buahahaha. Twisted logic, I have. Ooh. I wub you. :) Smile! Back to reactions hw now.

Hemlyn and Tikky (The one and onlies.)

PS: Tikky the Hamster (or Hamster the Fourth) is the Hem’s iPod.

The Babe Plan

YYYYaaaaay.. It is my first post….of my first blog =)…. Am very excited
*jumping up and down*. Right now, the fact that I have two quizzes tomorrow will not stop me from procrastinating, I shall move ahead and illustrate this very important post… The Babe Plan.
So, here it goes:

The Babe Plan.

I am going to reduce, become this major big time babe, then Freddie Prinze Jr. is going to come up to me and ask me to marry him. I will say yes (DUH!!!) and we will get married and live happily ever after… BUT, there was an amendment in the plan…, it is not only open for Freddie Prinze Jr, it is also open for Matthew McConaughey (Good Lord spelling this is killing me!), Matt Le Blank, Heath Ledger, Michael Vartan, Craig David,….. the list goes on…..I am going to reduce, become this major big time babe, then Freddie Prinze Jr. is going to come up to me and ask me to marry him. I will say yes (DUH!!!) and we will get married and live happily ever after… BUT, there was an amendment in the plan…, it is not only open for Freddie Prinze Jr, it is also open for Matthew McConaughey (Good Lord spelling this is killing me!), Matt Le Blank, Heath Ledger, Michael Vartan, Craig David,….. the list goes on…..