I'm beginning to care too much again, and for the wrong people. Mairy. Dammit. Dammit. It's just my enormous sleep debt making me do weird things. I re-added him to Facebook ( do NOT ask me why and do NOT tell me why either ;-) Man, his brother Mustafa is so handsome and good looking. I love the name Mustafa, btw. Yes, Fati, am sorry, but nuh. A name is a name. I still like the name Mohsin, even though it's the name of my mum's second husband of 7 months who totally screwed her over and left her to the dogs. My hypothetical first kid I'd name Mustafa. I'd never name my hypothetical kid Mohsin though. That poor kid... lol! Unless, well, then the name would no longer hold power over the people in my family. Except - none in my family is thinking along the lines i am. I think i need to make a second family for myself consisting of friends and colleagues and fellow thinkers.... I'm so spiritually and intellectually isolated.
I actually wanted to marry a Mustafa, he is a distant relative living in London. But he got married off last year to a good, decent Khoja girl. And his sister was my friend till I was 12 and then she totally screwed me over, so I wouldn't exactly want her to be my sister-in-law. En fait, I've been meaning to type up the last letter i received from her. It caused a lot of pain and derison when I first got it a year after after my mum got ill (2002). I've kept it because I like the painting on the card a lot. But whenever i read the card, i start hating her all over again. that can't be good, but then i haven't really nirvana'ed yet, have I? I'm thinking, at the most i have 25 odd years left (unless I accidentally-on-purpose kill myself first, bien sûr) maybe I'll manage it somehow, gaining an Allah-approved nirvana, that is.
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I actually wanted to marry a Mustafa, he is a distant relative living in London. But he got married off last year to a good, decent Khoja girl. And his sister was my friend till I was 12 and then she totally screwed me over, so I wouldn't exactly want her to be my sister-in-law. En fait, I've been meaning to type up the last letter i received from her. It caused a lot of pain and derison when I first got it a year after after my mum got ill (2002). I've kept it because I like the painting on the card a lot. But whenever i read the card, i start hating her all over again. that can't be good, but then i haven't really nirvana'ed yet, have I? I'm thinking, at the most i have 25 odd years left (unless I accidentally-on-purpose kill myself first, bien sûr) maybe I'll manage it somehow, gaining an Allah-approved nirvana, that is.
[can't find card will post later]
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