I Am The Stupid One

A few days ago, Moawiz had his Junior Variety Show in which he was a participant in three of the choirs. He came home and said, Apa, I am going to wear this Silver sparkly shirt with a Bow tie and it looks so cute on me. And I was smitten. My thoughts were like, dude, you know more about clothes than I do.

Which is hilarious considering I am a girl and you are 7.

Anyway, so there we were on the day, proudly sitting in the audience, looking at the program, trying to figure out which choir out of five were his, listed on the paper. Anyway, they came on stage. While everyone is figuring out their positions on the stage, my dear brother is more interested in where my mom is in the audience. His eyes dart here and there, left and right, a bewildered expression on his face, which showed where his interest really was.

My mom being the amazing impulsive person she is, gets up from her seat, starts waving crazily at him, shouting, Moawiz, I am right here. I duck down, thinking I do not know this woman, people.

Moawiz on the other hand has an opposite reaction. He breaks into a huge smile, gives a thumbs up to my mom and says something to his friend.

When the second poem of their's starts and they come on stage wearing silver sparkly shirts looking like escorts at a beauty pageant and I have had enough of the terrible fox dance by a bunch of 4th graders who were doing "thumkas" because that is OBVIOUSLY what a fox does. How stupid of me.

They start singing and I am looking at my youngest brother with an exasperated expression on my face who is making all the wrong hand gestures. The lines they are singing are " its a small world something something", and while everyone else has their arms wide open making a huge circle, Moawiz has his hands folded making a small circle with his hands. I was furious, to say the least.

The minute he comes off the stage, I start grilling him for detail, asking him what went wrong, and what the hell was he doing up there. He looks at me, long and hard, smirks, and says in a very annoyed voice which made me sound like the stupid one, Apa, the line was "its a SMALL world" So we were suppose to make smaller circles. Everyone else was making the wrong gestures instead of me.

I stood their dumbfounded. This is what the world has come to. I admit. I am stupid.

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What are you ? -Poem

Photograph by Saleha Jamil

What are you ?
A bitter truth
Or a sweet lie

What are you ?
The blues in the sky
Or the dark circles under my eyes

What are you ?
A good nights sleep
Or a bad mornings awake

What are you ?
A lipstick stain on my shirt
Or a sign that says I will be hurt

What are you ?
My inner demons
Or the angel I appear to be

What are you ?
My deepest desires
Or happiness that I require

...SAP...

I dream - Poem

I dream

Of flying high

Of running fast

Of who I am

I dream

Of doing it

Of getting it

Of achieving it

I dream

Of soaring like an eagle

Of singing like a nightingale

Of fluttering like a butterfly

I dream

Of roaming the streets of London

Of climbing the Eiffel Tower

Of boating in the Venice

I dream

Of having riches of a king

Of having contentment of a beggar

Of having patience of a saint

I dream

Of being kind

Of being generous

Of being honest

I dream

Of beauty

Of integrity

Of hope

...SAP...

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

-William Butler Yeats

...SAP...