June 30, 2009
“ I know what I will be thinking of. The misery will be real. It cannot be anything but real. The lips will quiver, the eyes will brim, the voice will choke and the agony will show. It isn’t hard if the pain’s real. ..and that is precisely the secret of how those actresses manage it all. One must be true to the art they are passionate about. If not, it’s time to pack their bags.
Step Into My Shoes by tunneling thru’
May 8, 2008
“ I slipped the picture back where I had found it. Then I realized something: That last thought had brought no sting with it. Closing Sohrab’s door, I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.
The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
May 2, 2008
“ Beloved… Should you receive the news, And friends come to you with foreboding eyes, Be gentle and smile, For with my death I have brought them life. I have slain my spring into autumn, to immortalise the spring, Onto it the dreams of my people I have lain, Unto it I shall live and I shall pray, Possessed by an artist’s ecstasy, singing in my limbs, Teaching me love, striving, pervading my soul and my being. Thus the splendour of my dream shall remain, Thus immortal in my people’s hearts I shall be remembered.
Kamal Nasir The Conscience and the Poet

Signs that a Muslim Guy Should Get Married

May 1, 2008
“ A part of me wants to grow up to be like her, and with good reason. But underneath this is a choking terror of that happening. I do not want to learn the clarity of purpose she assumed for this picture at twenty-seven. At twenty-seven cameras will still render me stricken, afraid. Fear of the world will show on my face and unlike my mother, I won’t have learned to mask that fundamental insecurity with determination. At twenty-seven, I will wear my failures where everyone can see them as a way of maintaining a certain level of honesty. The kind of performance my mother has honed almost to perfection in the years since she took that picture requires more fortitude than I have. Nor do I have any more the kinds of goals she’s always had that make that kind of resolve sustainable.
M for miscellany

This is an attempt to get organized

Well, considering the fact that I adore finding interesting and quirky things on the web, a tumblr account of my own should prove to be rather useful. Due to my hopelessly indolent self, I stalled signing up for this service for weeks, but I have finally succumbed to my inner desires to store my findings in a safe place.