Currently Reading

February 12, 2010 § 2 Comments

I’m currently reading Censoring an Iranian Love Story by Shahriar Mandanipour – probably the romantic in me. It was greatly recommended by a friend and is also one of the picks of a bookclub I’m part off.

I’ve just started it today and it’s already gripped me. A story of two people falling in love in political Iran & the difficulties in writing and publishing. Check it out if you can!

A review that I came upon:

From one of Iran’s most accomplished and controversial contemporary writers, his first novel to appear in English—a dazzlingly inventive work of fiction: two powerful narratives, seamlessly entwined, that open a revelatory window into what it’s like to live, to love, and to be an artist in today’s Iran.

The author’s fictional alter ego, who bears his name, has spent years struggling to publish in Iran, reluctantly bending his work to the will of the all-powerful censor at the Ministry of Culture and Islamic Guidance. But now Shahriar faces his greatest challenge yet: to write a bewitching love story, set in the present, in Iran.

He writes about beautiful Sara and fiercely proud Dara, who, forbidden by the state from being alone together, pass encoded messages in the pages of their favorite books, and meet in secret amid the bustling streets, Internet cafés, and private gardens of Tehran. But writing of their encounters, their desires, puts Shahriar in as much danger as his Iranian Romeo and Juliet. Can Sara and Dara’s love survive? Will the Ministry issue Shahriar a publishing permit? The answers are as shocking as they are unexpected.

Laced with humor and irony, at once provocative and deeply moving, Censoring an Iranian Love Story is a triumph of art and spirit.

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‘When will you wake from this slumber?’

February 10, 2010 § 3 Comments

Damsel with a broken foot

February 7, 2010 § 18 Comments

So I broke my foot.

Actually I didn’t, its just a sprain and I felt like saying that. Somehow I managed to twist my foot yesterday. We went to a clinic nearby where they thought it was a fracture and recommended us to go to Rashid Hospital – and they said it wasn’t. So I’m assuming its just a sprain.

I Can barely walk and Ive got it all bandaged – this means I’m stuck at home for a week or so and Im supposed to rest in bed. Which I really can’t do for a whole darned week considering Ive got classes to attend. Nearly ending my course in a month or so and I don’t want to miss out on the last few juzz’ of the Qurán.

On a side note, I’d like to say I absolutely support Women going into the medical field. They make lives for other Women so much easier. Although islamically if it’s a medical reason you can expose the injured bodyparts to a Non-Mehram male for treatment it was utterly embarrasing showing half of my leg to the guy who was bandaging it. He was decent and Muslim – but I was cringing from inside. Sigh.

I guess Ill be more online this week – lets see!

Is there any hope?

February 2, 2010 § 17 Comments

A friend of mine emailed me today saying she was divorced. Yes, divorced. Shes been married for only two years.

Another friend of mine is also filing for divorce because her husband hit her.

Both of the couples above, when you’d see them a couple of months back you wouldn’t think there would be any cause for divorce. It’s amazing how people can change.

Which makes me hesitate in jumping the marriage bandwagon even in the future.

I’m probably paranoid but you can’t blame me when I’ve seen two of my Sisters’ going through the difficult process of divorce when I was growing up. Leaves emotional scars behind. In the end, the thought of getting hitched isn’t appealing. I’ll probably give whoever I do end up getting married to a nightmare.

10 Minutes by Ahmed Imamovic – Best Short Film in Europe

January 26, 2010 § Leave a comment

You have to watch this. 10 minutes can mean different things to different people.

Great short movie. What makes it even more interesting/tragic is that this really happened. While the whole Muslim world was going on about their daily business, Parties, Movies, gatherings, people were suffering in Bosnia, waiting for the Muslim Ummah to wake up, respond and stop this in human act of ethnic cleansing. Took long 6 years. Bosnia is still in shock

“And what is the matter with you that you fight not in the cause of Allah and for the oppressed among men, women, and children who say, “O Lord, take us out of this city of oppressive people and appoint for us from Yourself a protector and appoint for us from Yourself a helper”?”
[Al-Quran: Chapter: 4, Verse: 75]

I hate you WordPress, I do.

January 26, 2010 § 5 Comments

I hate you WordPress, I do. More specifically I hate you wordpress.com and not org. I can’t do anything with you that I want to! I’m never satisfied with your themes. You were supposed to be the answer to my prayers and be my last blog.

I’m disappointed in myself, I haven’t written anything worthwhile in a quite a … while. See? I’m using two same words in one sentence. That is considered bad English. Sure, you might have a gorgeous interface and everything else amazing, but when it comes to the themes department you suck. Terribly.

I miss blogger. A lot. 😦

Gah.

[Would you all kill me for shifting back to blogger? *innocent*]

And it gets weirder…

January 19, 2010 § 6 Comments

I was speaking to a friend of mine at an Islamic Seminar the other day which we were both attending when my friends Mother-In-Law [to-be] walked by and introduced herself.

I didn’t think anything at first obviously, but after a while when she fixated on me and kept on giving me wide smiles I became a little suspicious.

The next day, I met my friend again and lo and behold, I knew I was right. This Auntie has asked for me for her other son. And my best-friend is getting married to her eldest.

How weird[er] and complicated does it get?

*dies*

This is my third proposal in half a  month.

And this is definitely a No too…

If my Mom finds out about all the other i didn’t even bother looking into AND didn’t tell her about, she is so going to kill me. 😦