Protected: The December Story
January 2, 2009
Another Story
October 23, 2008
Just so you know, I took a total of 1700 pictures on my trip, and after a lot of editing and deleting, I am now down to 921 pictures, all of I which I just LOVE. I have a story to tell with more than half of them, so that’s a lot of stories, that for me make sense and are funny/nice/relevant, but for everyone else – well I’m sorry. Too bad.
Like I said, I wore a huge chadar at all times, and even though I wasn’t required to wear it when I was indoors, I didn’t bother changing. So I had the same attire for indoors, outdoors and as my pajamas. The only difference was that when we went outside, I had to cover my face as well. It was annoying at times, especially since I’m not used to a hijaab or any sort of parda, but it was necessary so I didn’t crib too much. Unlike Abu!
I think we had liek one or two days to go, and we were on our way to one of abu’s cousin’s house for lunch.
This is how abu used to cover his head in Afghanistan, and when I looked at him then in the car, I saw that his cap wasn’t on properly. I asked him to fix his cap, and I think I hit a nerve. He just burst -he was like ‘Wtf! (well not those exact words but this is what he meant) Wait till I get back to Dubai I am never wearing a cap again in my life. Im so sick of it aaaaargh. The minute I get back to Dubai, I’m throwing it away and never again in my life will I ever wear it again I don’t care what anyone says!’
I just looked at him.
Brotherly Love?
October 23, 2008
Every time I look at this picture, I just can’t help but laugh out loud. We were on our way to Torkham, and the guy on the left boarded the bus just as we were about to leave and took the seat right next to the driver. I guess he’d had a long day/night, and he kept dozing off. His head kept bobbing left and right for sometime, and he would always wake up with a jolt. I guess when he just couldn’t take it anymore, he decided to rest his head on the driver’s shoulder. The driver pushed him away, but I think the guy had just found the perfect spot to rest his head for the remainder of our journey. Every five minutes, he would rest his head on the driver’s shoulder. The first couple of times, the driver just pushed him away. The third time, he got downright violent and shoved him away while mumbling to himself in Pashto. This time, the guy took a ten minute break before he tried again. The driver got so angry that he took both hands off the steering wheel, almost lost control of the bus (it wasn’t so funny at this point) and pushed him as far away from himself as was possible, while constantly cussing at him in Pashto. This is when the guy stopped.
