Beautiful ladies, and uber cool gentlemen, i have been called upon to eloborate on the gudlines that pertain to the wonderful activity in which we all are about to take part in.  Aye, my fellow chowdhurys and Husseins, alike, aye.  Eid, as we know it, is fast approaching us, and in the spirit of giving, we (Sarah and myself, although i must give Sarah credit for taking such initiative) have concluded in a Chowdhury-hussein kids’ gift exchange.  The rules will be outlined shortly.  Please make note of them ,and failure to adhere to the laws of the game may result in a painful outcome (courtesy of myself, and perhaps my “B-Town Boys”, you know who you be.) Now that i have finished threatening you all, i will proceed to explaining the rules.  please read carefully.

i) Paticipants inlcude and are limited to : Fahi, Dullah Bhai, Sufi, Farah, Sarah, and Fairy
ii) The monetary value of the gift must not exceed $25.  Please aim for a $20 gift.
iii) no crappy gifts.  as amigious as it may seem, please use your discretion.
iv) do not tell anyone who you will be getting a gift for
v) gift must be wrapped.
vi) gift wrapping MUST NOT include the name of the ‘giver’ but, however, MUST include the name of the recipient.
vii) in the comment section of this blog entry, please inform everyone of ONE THING YOU DO NOT WANT as a gift.  this will help.
viii) upon receiving the gift, be grateful.  it IS the thought that counts.
ix) gift exchange will take place one week after eid.  tht is plenty of time to shop
x)  enjoy urselves.  its all in good spirit

that will be all.  any questions or comments may be directed to Sarah or myself.  please feel free to contact either of us.

muchos amour,
Fairy

so this morning, myself and the bobbyness went downstairs to wake up shakir. we went downstairs and found this on the wall. it was one freaky looking thing. naturally bobby and me began to squeal while shakir got out of bed and tried to save us from this thing. he got a book and was about to smash it when, it fell down. we shrieked and shakir turned towards us, did some wired jump thing, while having a look of death on his face and ran on to the bed where me and bobby were sitting. o man. that face was the most funniest face i have ever seen. he had a look of PURE fear on his face, it sorta looked like this. oh mother of cheese it was awesome.

yea. so in the end, mommy came downstair because of the high pitched squealing and stepped on the thing and saved us all.

OILERS SEASON STARTS TODAY!
AAAWWW YEEAAAA

 we started ramadan with half of the mozlems on the 23rd, while the other half started on the 24th
but anyhowss

Ramadan Mubarak y’all

Today is the Season Premier of only the best show (or so i think) in the wooooorld.  Yup, first episode of Ugly Betty, today at 8 on ctv! i think. lol.

Fairy

(Happy Birthday “Jainab” *heart*)

HAPPPY BIRTHDAY JAINAB <3
yuck…you’re WAY two old…

I read this on a random wall today, I thought it was evocatively-cool (if that makes any sense):

Theres A Hole In My Sidewalk

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost…
I am helpless.
It is not my fault.
It takes forever to find my way out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it there.
I still fall in…It’s a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

I walk down another street.

I have come to a hard, but rather interesting, understanding in my life. Readers, I will attempt to explain.

Farah is me beloved sister, with whom I share more than just clothes but also memories, happiness, tears, and laughs. This is why her “moving out” is so difficult for me. But there’s more.

She unofficially (or officially) moved in with her in-laws, the wonderful family that is the Hussein’s. Along with her wonderful self, Fuzzy took half of her wardrobe (and a quarter of mine) and dumped them in the basement of the amazing Dreamcrest mansion. Is has come to my recent understanding that it will be very hard living without my sister. Readers, again, I will explain.

To aid my attempt at making this entry meaningful and some what intelligent, I will use an analogy to further explain myself. Please be advised, the analogy may not be completely appropriate for the situation I am in, but it may help explain something. See, when someone very close to you, like a member of your nuclear family, is terminally ill (i.e. with cancer) and it is a well known fact that they will pass away, the only thing you can do is prepare yourself for their death. In other words, you can only “brace yourself”. But the moment you find out that your beloved has left you, you shatter and break down just the same, as if you had no prior warning. Now, understanding this analogy, I will try to relate it to myself.

See, readers, I knew very well that after the wonderful marriage of Farah and Shakir Bhaya, my sister would move out eventually. She was no longer only part of our family, and I understood that she had other obligations as well (i.e. husband, in-laws etc.). So throughout the labor process that is planning a wedding, I prepared myself, so that when she did leave, I would be so shocked. But we very well know that that was not the case. And what I will attempt to explain is why my preparation was not successful. It has something to do with realization.

See, one may think my previous analogy was inappropriate, as I am indirectly relating death to marriage, but it’s the only way I can explain myself. I must make you reader understand my feelings through the wonderful English tool which is known as the “general analogy” so you may be able to grasp these feelings and understand my emotions. Life is about understanding, yes?

Now, readers, to understand why I will miss my Fuzzy so much, you must first understand our relationship. You must understand how much I depend on her on a day to day basis. See, everyday of my life, I always wait for someone to ask me “So Fairy, how was your day?” and everyday I prepare an answer for it on my way home. Over the years I came to realize that my parents were to busy to listen to the trivial issues of my day to day life, my brother was to preoccupied with “boy” stuff, and so logically I turned to my sister. For many years now, she’s been the one to listen (or half listen). Everyday, I’d look forward to telling her everything. It was the best. See, to explain how I feel, I had another analogy, but I figured it may be taken inappropriately, and you may think that I was depressed or something. And we don’t want that.  Moving along…

The 45 minutes driving distance Farah has moved to seems light years away, but it satisfies my heart to see her happy and with those who love her. As much as I want to bring her home, I have come to a realization and thus an understanding that with time, and Allah’s help of course, I can climb over this obstacle in life.

I understand, now, why I feel the way I do. It’s important that everyone has a chance to reflect on their day and these are the thoughts I’ve gathered up by doing so.

Dear Hussein’s (Sufi, Sarah, and Dullahbhai), please do not take the events of Saturday night as a personal offense. I hope now you have understood the relationship between my sister and me. Insha Allah, it will get easier as time progresses.

Thank you for your understanding, time and patience.
May Allah bless the marriage of my sister, and Dullahbhai.
I love you, Fuzzy.

Farhana Chowdhury

“Whats your favourite subject?”
“What subject? Like a movie like that”
-Sufi Hussein

classic

“School is like a lollipop. It sucks until it is gone.”