Yay, Baraka klukked me! (Icelandic for tagged…. think slam books if you had those in highschool, they were all the rage)… Well I’ve never been klukked/tagged before so I feel like I’ve been inducted into an honorary club… how solemn! 🙂
So here are five random things about me! ** click on pics to enlarge**
My first week of teaching I called my second grade teacher, Ms. Nemoynten and thanked her. It’s funny because when she picked up the phone and said “hi this is me aisha … and I was in your second grade class and wanted to thank you”… and we had a pleasant conversation but now that I’ve taught for a few years I wonder if one of them called me randomly 15 years later if I’d know who they were with just a first and last name. I wonder now if she had no clue who was calling.
When I was 13 I wrote a novel and was quite proud of myself. I showed it to people who threw it back at me after reading it saying “you totally knocked off the movie Ghost” The funny thing was I had never seen the movie in my life. After seeing it I felt a sense of loss that I had come up at the age of 13 a multi-million dollar idea, too late! (Same thing happened again with different idea but similarly someone else wrote up what I was going to) Goes to show its not the idea one has but how quickly one acts upon it. With the world as populous
and diverse as it is, odds are someone might have the same idea as you.
I loved reading as a child but I have one not-so-pleasant memory. My little brother Ali wanted to play with me but I was engrossed in a book. He must have been 4 or 5 years old and he was literally begging me to play with him. And I ignored him and kept reading. He walked away so sad. I still remember that. I wish I’d played with him.
On our first anniversary Kashif and I climbed Grouse Mountain a.k.a. The Peak Of Vancouver. “It is an extremely steep and mountainous trail that climbs to 1,100 meters over a distance of 2.9 kilometres”. On an empty stomach. Yes, a mountain. With no food. When we went to Grouse mountain the information desk said it was a 30 minute walk up, so we figured, “why not?” ha. ha. ha.
I didn’t get to say Kabul Kabul Kabul on my wedding. All my life I wanted to say that. I watched movies and dramas where the dramatic moment arrives and the bride is asked “apko kabul hain” (Do you accept). (In pakistani culture when the bride gets married the imam asks the girl three times if she will accept the man to be her husband) Well our Imam did a 180 and said “will you let your dad take care of business” (I’m paraphrasing)… uh… I nodded kind of confused…. and then I vaguely recall him asking my dad if he’ll let me marry Kashif and then I was married! WHAT. oh well, alls well that ends well I guess though I wish “renewing vows” was a trend in desi culture.