Salam,

I am indulging in the final days of hedonistic pleasure- just one day away from training mayhem: nine hours/day of CPR-ing dummies excluding the extra hours in the ER and rescue squad- I'm pumped.

As I have mentioned in previous posts (old blog), the highlight of my days is reading away and engaging in quality sibling immaturity. In fact, I promised my buddy Rabia I would post about one particular incident last night, that clearly delineates my childish endeavors.

So my brother, sister, and I fight over a tub of softly-churned ohhh so creamy choco-vanilla icecream. When I say fight, I mean psuedo-karate tournament.

So in various schools of martial arts, one can verbalize commands. Like in tea kwon do, the instructor says "kyung yeh!" which means 'bow' or "kae sok!" which means 'continue'. Or in shotokan karate, which I have taken up, one would command "mokusuh!" and "mokusuh yame!" for respectively 'meditate' and 'stop meditating'. But some ig'nant people like to articulate their high punches or axe kicks with "bonzaaaiiiii" or "karaataayyyy CHOP".

Sigh. If only my sister had uttered something stupid like that before dropkicking my brother for the icecream scoop. Before I can grab the scoop from her and claim my victory over first dibs (I know how old I am, thank you), my sister flings her hands up in the air in ready-stance and screams out "KAARMAAA SUTRAAAA!".

My jaw drops, I recoil in alarm. Khalasssss, take the icecream!, I thought.

Apparently, she had no idea what she was saying; hence the inaccurate pronunciation. Like most 13/14-year old teeny boppers, she was being her naive-self.
I miss that (minus the Spice Girls/Giga-pet craze I went through from ages 10-12, which I deplore, ever so painfully. I mean, my circle of friends claimed a spice girl identity as her own. I remember Aisha being Sporty Spice, and I ended up being Scary Spice because Posh was too posh, baby was a ditz, ginger was a skank, and the halalest/least bimbotastic Spice girl left was Scary, who yes I know, is not so halal, afterall.

On a totally different note, there is much I have to say about a couple books I've been reading lately and other issues that overtook me this past week. Will post soon.

keep it halal,
scary spice