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Monday, March 27, 2006 I have reached.................my 100th post

::21 things about me::

I am an Indian Muslim married to a pakistani. It’s not all rosy with the cultural differences but we are both very happy.
I don a hijab and if you think you got a problem with it, I don’t.
I’ve got a nice family, nice hubby, beautiful daughter and nice in-laws.
I am unique. Is that a problem? My twin got a problem with that. She doesn’t agree with me :)
I am always grateful to God, even in my happy or sad moments.
I am not a morning person but I hope to get up early to make breakfast for my children when they are schooling.
I live with a regret of my past. What was I thinking then?
My wish: To be a better muslimah in this world.
My dream: My Darling Zoha’s future
I am learning urdu right now. I don’t want to feel like an alien whenever I visit Karachi.
Karachi is my 2nd home but if you want to look for me. Singapore is where I will be.
A bad dream: To grow sideways no matter how much I go on a diet and exercise
Arabic is another language I love to learn.
Friends are very important to me. I spend half of my life with them.
I hate to be so uncertain. Why should I be? I don’t think I need to be. I hate myself when I can’t be who I am at times.
I am going to get my driving license this time by hook or crook...even if it takes me to bribe the officer.(That happens only in my dream)
Simply hate going for interviews when they look at my hijab and question my capabilities. I hate them all.
I hate when I am stared at for the wrong reasons. If you don’t like what you see, then don’t see.
Sometimes I think that my dreams become reality over time. It scares me when the surroundings become familiar. Illusions may be? Btw I am very sure it will not work to get that driving license.
Things which I did only once in my life: Went Ice-skating, wore a swimming costume, entered a beauty contest (or was it a sari contest)???, went for a test an hour late, summoned by the principle, fainted in school, got into fight with a girl inside the girls toilet, laughed at a guy who slipped and fell in front of me, well I couldn’t help it then hahaha.., what else? *M thinking*
I am trying to accept the fact that I am turning thirty this year…I don’t even want to write that down in numbers :)

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