Two good weekends in a row

So last weekend Friday – Many years ago, I read somewhere that if you memorised the 99 names of Allah t, you would be guaranteed a spot in heaven*. I’m a sucker for things like this, or maybe it was just my guilty conscience, but I started reading the names every day, and I had them by heart in a few weeks. I forget easily, so what I’ve done is I’ve downloaded the names and I listen to them whenever I’m driving. We were driving to the market Friday, and I was reading along to the track (is it ok to call it that?). A couple of seconds later, I noticed that both Hamzo and Rani were reciting the names with me. They did get a few wrong and had to replace a few of the names with aaaaaa to keep up with the track, but they had actually learnt all the names only by listening to it with me in the car. IMMD :)

Saturday – My grandmother used to say that you should always ask Allah t for everything you need and want – everything He feels suitable, He’ll give you, and the rest of your duas never go to waste – you are rewarded for them at the end, simply for using your right to ask Allah t. I’m crap with this though, because I can never think of anything I want or need. Anyway, so I went Thursday to look at a new iPod, but they didn’t have the colour I liked, so I came back empty handed. I was clearing my bag and I saw my old iPod. I thought I should store it away, but then it occurred to me that I had never prayed that it start working (I had tried to resuscitate it several times a few days ago) . So I said a few ‘please please’s to Allah and connected it again – and guess what? Yeha!

This weekend I went to see the match Friday. One word – Wow. Oh and 4 more words – I love Shoaib Malik. I cheered him like no one could have cheered him before. And guess where they made him field? Right in front of our seats! I saw him take all those catches! Seriously, we’re meant to be. I was planning on makign a poster that said ‘Shoaib Malik, Please marry me’, but then I thought what if he saw it. Too embarassing. And funniest quote of the day:

Aisha: Maliiiiiiiiiiiiikkkkkk

Humaira: Aisha!

Aisha: Sorry. Shoaiiiiiiiiiibbbbbbb

Humaira: Aisha!

Aisha: Sorry. Shoaib Bhaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiii

And yesterday, I bought myself a portable dvd player, so I’m going to be able to watch a lot more films now. Its too dark outside for me to be able to read on my way home now on the bus, so I’m going to watch films instead. This will also probably mean I’m not going to write as much on my blog, but seeing as no one even gets my jokes, I don’t see that being a problem. Oh and I also got The Cake Bible. Fascinating, is the right word I think. Maybe I should make cakes for a living. I see retirement fast approaching, yay.

* I’m sure there is a ‘Terms & Conditions apply’ to that – like never lying or not talking about ghair-mehrams all the time. Aw man.

I’m so happy, I want to cry

I think I’ll survive now, even if we lose. 14 off 16 balls. Only. How I wish we had one extra wicket now. 

http://www.cricinfo.com/pakvnz2009/engine/current/match/426722.html

Aaaaanyway,

I want to marry this photo

 

I repeat,

I added this last year, and I saw it again now and it was kind of funny, so here you go:

14th August was the Pakistani Independence day, and 19th August was the Afghan Independence day. If you’re thinking independence from who, then haha very funny. We got independence from England on 19/08/1919, which btw is eons before any of you guys got it hmph. This day was even more eventless than 14th August. My 10 yr old sister Rani got cussed at by Abu the same day and when she saw my updated facebook status, this is what she said

Boom Boom Afridi

I took this picture in Pakistan, and was waiting for the right time to post it*. Now (or two weeks ago) seems like the perfect time.

*I’m lying, its because I’m lazy.

P.s. Do you think its ok if I post a few more pictures of Afridi, Malik, Younis, etc?

P.p.s. Do you think its ok to have a P.s. after a *?

P.p.p.s. Ok bye.

Will the real Pakistanis please stand up?

I couldn’t watch the final match, because after the Super8 match against Sri Lanka, I deduced that whichever match me and Aisha watch, we lose. The ultimate sacrifice. We did however watch the last two overs. Shahid Afridi, with his legs apart, hands pointing in the air with his helmet in one hand, his bat in the other, and the most amazing smile on his face has been photographed into my memory forever. That and the sajdah the team performed after the match (albeit all in different directions – we did the same at home). Our apartment is on the tenth floor, and my baby sister said she could hear us screaming on the ground floor. And the best part is that for once, even my Pakistani mother was excited about the match AND she was supporting Pakistan. My elder sister is a different story.

me: Listen  

Sobia if u don’t pray for tonight,

I wnt speak to you again

Seriously

5:52 PM 

Sobia: humaira

grow up

seriosult

me: Don’t say u don’t care

Seriously

I’m serious sobia

Its ur country too

Pls care a little

5:53 PM 

Sobia: ok

i love pakistan

and ajab gul too

hes handsome

me: Lol

Umar gul sobia 

Not ajab gul

Sobia: lol i noe

iwas sjut kidding

Sobia: how was work

me: Where is aisha

My real sister

Sobia: 2 out

me: Are you praying constantly? 

Sobia: its the only thing on my mind

me: Good

Let’s keep it that way

Sobia: rest assured

me: We have to win sobia

Sobia: blah blah

me: blah blah

me: Ok

Forget it

Later

Just pray

Pay attn to that

Sobia: u keep interrupting

so if soemthign happens

its ur fault

me: Don’t say that :(

What if something does happen?

Don’t jinx it

Pls pray

Sobia: ok ok

loser

me: This is v important

Outttttt

One more

Sobia: another one out

me: I knowwwwwwwwwww

Sobiaaaaaaaaaa

me: 6th wicket!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sobiaaaaaaaaaaa

Sobia: yes humaira

sorry

jsut busy praying

me: Allah t is watching you sobia 

Sobia: yes He is

and thanks to him u are not

me: Lollllll

Sobia: im leavign  

but

i willcontinue praying

me: Ok

Good

I’ve taught you well

Sobia: ok leavign

bbye loser

After we won the match, she said she hadn’t prayed once nor did she care! I’ve decided I’m going to now work on ignoring her until our so called friendship dies.

I’ve read some of the most amazing articles and posts the last couple of days –  that have made me gush with pride and joy for my country. I don’t have a humongous synopsis of the match, neither am I smart enough to be able to rip apart the team’s strategies and moves. All I know is that win or lose, I have always supported Pakistan, and excluding blasphemy, nothing they do or say can make me dislike them. ‘Unconditional support’ takes on five new dimensions with me. I love Pakistan, and I am extremely proud of being a Pakistani.

And you’re not a Pakistani if you think Sachin Tendulkar is a good player. No arguments. Okthanksbye.

Afridi the Pakistani Hero

Every time I will think Twenty20 World Cup 2009, I will think Afridi, and this is the first image that will come to my mind. Legendary :)

We are the Champions

Its fine

All that matters to me is that we had a good chance yesterday – everyone knows we almost won. I dont understand people who go up in arms every time we lose – its a game dude. Its not like we lost because we didnt try. There isn’t the remotest possibility in the world that someone other than the team was more hurt than them after the match tomorrow.  

So we lost one match. Big deal. Everyone knows Pakistan plays best under pressure, and thats what we’re going to do today. We’re so going to win today.