Thursday, January 21, 2010


  • Mansaf for the fourth day. If it wasn't so good, I'd probably mind, but seriously it's so good. For your future occasions, hopefully happy ones, order from Deeretna. Not Jabri, Jabri sucks. Deeretna is heavenly. Guaranteed post-mansaf coma every single time.
  • Yesterday was the last day at the 3aza. I must have passively smoked the equivalent of 9 cigarette packs. Combined with the Mansaf and the no fastwalking for the past week, this can't be healthy.
  • Today I had one of my makeup exams, seeing as I missed two. It was, umm, interesting? Out of maybe 20 multiple choice questions, I figured out what, 3? I tried to study but I couldn't, I even woke up at 5 to study but somehow ended up watching "how i met your mother". Anyway, I have another exam on Saturday and the last one on Sunday. Then I'll hibernate.
  • I never thought of myself as a family person, but I really loved the unity I witnessed during the last couple of days, not just from family members, but everyone. I think I'm actually appreciating our traditions after all, aside from the fact that the whole thing, as in dying, costs a freaking fortune. But really, the all people coming together part I like.
  • If I don't tweet, I facebook. If I don't facebook, I blog. Some urge within me compels me to send my thoughts into the virtual world, one way or another.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Rest in Peace Teta

If ever two people were in love, it would have to be my grandparents. My grampa says their parents decided they were meant for each other since they were kids, I mean their names really were Farhan and Farha. I have never seen a man more in love with his wife. Every morning, he wakes up at 5, brews his special turkish coffee, cuts fresh flowers from our garden, puts them in a small vase and brings them with the coffee to my grandma.

We all live in the same building, and I remember when I was young my mom would leave me downstairs when she went to work. I remember she would teach me these old songs she learned from her childhood, and then I would stand next to her in the kitchen as she cooked and after lunch I would sleep next to her as she took her sacred nap.

Saturday night she suffered a brain hemorrhage and passed away. She had suffered strokes in the past, but for the last 2 months she got so much better, she really was back to her old self.

My grandfather is in disbelief.

"After 59 years of marriage, I can't not see her. How could you go and leave me ya Far7a?" he says with tears in his eyes. He tells us how she kissed him 5 times after he shaved on Saturday. He requested they reserve a grave for him next to her.

Rest in peace ya Teta.