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Ah, Sheren..

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I had framed a hand written note given to me that says, “start by doing what’s necessary; then do what’s possible; and suddenly you are doing the impossible”.
I met her at fifteen. She was unlike anyone that I had ever come across. Her maturity at a young age was admirable, she was out spoken, and her mouth ran with no filter. She befriended teachers and students, barely attended school, very unreliable with time, and almost had no sense of emotion – it surprised me.

 

Oh boy, it wasn’t all green. She tested my patience and tolerance with what I know is ordinary. I’d look at things white, she would see them black. We argue. She’d lecture me, I’d lecture her and during we exchange lyrical words, no soft tunes by any means.

The constant struggle, more now than before. They say, you grow up and you argue less, not in this case.

That’s right, I had to do what was necessary, which is continuing to preach etiquette and ‘3sool’. The non existing human on Mars is often easier to reach than her. I had to accept what’s possible, she’d never let’s one slip, very stubborn, she can’t be shaken. But at the end we reached the impossible, that is, mutual understanding. She accepts me, I accept her, our motto lives on, “I’m you, and you’re me”.

You probably don’t understand it.

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What’s the secret to making this work? Love.

She’s strong in every sense. Her laugh is contagious, she radiates positivity, never have I known someone so humble, graceful and grateful. She is God damn beautiful. She inspires me, comforts me, strengthens me, teaches me and is rude to me. She has bursted every bubble of dream I’ve had, so she continues to shower me with reality.

I’m four days away from walking down the aisle just before her. Proud is not a close enough word, if you only one knew. She’s family; she’s home and she’s weakness.

How I got here? I’ll give you a preview down memory lane …
  • We were Bonny & Clyde.
  • YOU TWO, Chemistry teacher would say, get out of my class, you don’t take things seriously – so we waited outside.
  • “IF YOU TWO AREN’T THE FIRST IN LINE FOR BIO CLASS YOU WON’T GET IN CLASS” – so we ran to class.
  • “Let’s eat Dolma in out of bounds area on the ramp” – so we did, romantically.
  • Noor opens Sheren’s locker door 3/5 days a week, her bag not there – Ah, bangs door, she didn’t come in today.
  • “Show me you love me, skull the entire sherbet packet in 5 seconds”, I demanded, she executed.
  • Sheren’s phone – 500 missed called & 1000 messages from Noor.
    Noor’s phone – 1 month later, no calls, no messages.
She wrote the note, so for her I’d do the impossible.

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Can one be too honest?

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The perks of being a night owl is that you receive calls in the early AM which take an interesting turn; it makes you question things in loud silence. Where do you draw the line?

 She said: “Noor, I was too honest, it’s a big mistake to be too honest”.

Isn’t it odd that honesty has become such a negative impulse? We are commended for telling a white lie as though it’s a considerate thought and a generous favour to the opposite party.

Pathetically enough, the truth always gets you in trouble, but no action comes without a consequence. Would you not rather lay it out on the table, be honest, suffer the temporary punishment than cover it up and have it cloud over you for days to come.

Dear darling, let me tell you that honesty does set you free because no lie goes unnoticed.

Further research: After a lengthy duet with Kathem this morning, he even agreed that if you don’t like the colour red on flowers, just say it – if you know what I mean.

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Flashing Lights

11185748_10155565933380235_868634321_nEnough is never quite enough, or is it?

Oh but it is. The concept of the idea of ‘enough’ could be argued for centuries. There are individual limitations that exhaust how much one can take, tolerate, and/ or accept.

You can never love enough, you can never be too passionate, too kind, too polite, respectful, and considerate. Those qualities have no line for enough. Run skies and oceans with them. But I warn  you, often you need to tip toe around who you grant the too much to, it’s the question of who deserves it most.

Tell me, how many times does a kid need to be slapped to learn a lesson? A good child wouldn’t need it once, a cheeky one would perhaps require it once or twice but a bad kid deserves the third. By no means this is promoting child abuse, just take it as a metaphor.

As I recall, I know you love to show off
But I never thought you would take it this far
What do I know, flashing lights

 

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