Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Monday, January 30, 2006
Evil has no easy explanation.....
Evil has no easy explanation.
Everyone is evil and is good.
Sometimes we watch ourselves do something evil
Frozen in a scream that's never heard.
We cannot stop ourselves, so we go on,
Knowing somewhere else the horror plays
And plays and plays until we are forgiven,
Healed by someone's gift of unearned love.
When someone has been tortured as a child,
Evil, like a mad dog, crouches near.
One buries it deep in a vaulted, lead-lined chamber,
But zombie-like it stalks the world within.
It's strange that darkened children need forgiveness
For evil that they suffer, innocent.
But guilt's the trademark of humiliation,
Burned into the flesh of memory.
Love washes over evil like an ocean,
Sweeping over seething, fisted anger,
Drowning it in cold, unquiet depths,
Leaving you weak and weeping on the strand.
You wouldn't be yourself without the pain
That twists inside like penitential dancers,
Making you the stage of some strange beauty,
Like no one else, the host of our redemption.
The above poem is dedicated to a 2 year old child I met yesterday.
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Another one bites the dust!
So, Shabir is finally getting married.We were the only 2 'rebels'out of our huge clan...he's the male version of me in short.And he's finally agreed to an arranged marriage.After all these years....it was great hearing from you again even if it was to tell me, albeit sarcastically, that good things only happen to 'good' people....what are you implying, you ass??Am so happy for you though and i hope you have a wonderful married life.I know you're an excellent hubby material so don't you worry!
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Friday, January 13, 2006
Airports
Have landed at plenty of airports in my lifetime but I have to say that the Bangkok Airport sucks!Even the one in Karachi was better in my opinion....it had McDs open at 4 am!Was layed over for a couple of hours before my connecting flight to Kuala Lumpur and boy did it suck or what!It cost a bomb to even get a bottle of mineral water there!They had some seedy looking 'beauty parlours' and foot massage centres.Even their dayroom looked like some cheap joint!There was just simply nothing to do and the first time ever, I, Faiza Wahab, an airport junkie, was bored with nothing to do but read my John Irving for 5 whole hours before my flight.Will never ever complain about the KLIA.....
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