Life is Yummy Good

V(e)ntage of an aspiring woman and wife. The mother in me speaks on Eesa's blog. The activist, feminist and student in me speaks at Unshackled. This is the blog where I put all the different facets of my life together; to realize and appreciate God, Marriage, Relationships, Love and Life.

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Voices..

That newly articulated word, repeated over and over.
The gleeful giggle, that makes my day.
The whimpering coo, made in pain.
The cheerful *MAMA!*, down the grocery aisle.
The wistful sigh at the doctors office.
The agonizing cries, made to demand.
The ecstatic, perky rain of incoherent ramblings
That hearty laughter after a funny sound
That dreamy early morning murmur.

The loud thunderous voice of my life... my lil Eeso0o!
(reposted at:http://eesababy.blogspot.com/2006/05/voices.html )!

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Summer's here!

In go the boots, out come the heels and flipflops!

Sunday, May 28, 2006

She's All Dat!

Err.. my meeting, fortunate or unfortunate, with Asima yesterday has made it almost fardh upon me to clarify my blogger name!

my id is shezalldat... which is a play on my name.. Sheza and also spells out She's all dat!. My dearie friend Asima, the tubelight that she is, thought it stood for something like Shizzle Dutt or some random fobliscious name!

Just thought I'd clarify on behalf of all the rusty starters!
Flickering out,
Sheza

Friday, May 26, 2006

Life..

Mum, dad and helper boy (Naymee), left today. I'm having butterflies in me tummy again. I don't know when ill meet them again. A year seems like an eternity of waiting. Being a mum now, makes me appreciate the effort my parents put into my upbringing even more. All time mum used to say 'wait till you grow up, you'll know', I wish I could say 'Mum, I still don't know, plz stay back'.

Their plane leaves in 45 mins, we left them at the airport an hour ago. I miss them already. Imran took me shopping at heartland to divert my attention. I'm smiling, but he knows I'm hurting.

It's painful. I don't want to endure it. I don't want to be all grown up, living at my own place, running my own life. I wanna lie back, kick out and scream. Lie down in mama's lap again. Cry for no reason at all. I did that. Last night. But now I feel miserable, coz i know she thinks I'm hiding something. I'm not. I'm happy. As happy as can be. Alhamdolillah. But I want perfection. The one that can be attained by their presence alone. The ease. That comfort, that warmth of knowing that there exists two mighty pillars of support that i can easily trust for support. The one I had, while they were here.

Hoping to stand on the greener side of the hill,
*~S~*

Friday, May 19, 2006

My book will be huge: If only I can publish it.

My book will be huge if I can just get it published
The Ottawa Citizen Wed 10 May 2006
Page: A17
Section: News
Byline: Dan Gardner
Column: Dan Gardner
Source: The Ottawa Citizen
Like most journalists mucking about in reality, I'm thinking of breaking free and writing a novel. I've got the whole thing mapped out in my head. It's got everything. Murder. Conspiracy. And a secret so vast it could destroy a religion and change the course of history.

Hollywood will eat it up. I'm thinking Tom Hanks for the lead. It goes like this. ...

Islam teaches that on one miraculous night, the Prophet Muhammad rode a horse from Mecca to Jerusalem, ascended to Heaven, then returned to Mecca with new directives from Allah.

Except he didn't. In reality, Muhammad was in love with a prostitute. The night he disappeared, he was with her.

His closest followers discovered the tryst and were enraged. The woman was seized and sent into exile, and Muhammad's lieutenants threatened him with death if he didn't do as they demanded. They invented the story of the miraculous ride and Allah's new directives. Muhammad died longing for his lost love.

Shocking stuff. But there's more: The exiled prostitute fled to London, where she bore Muhammad's child. The descendants of that child became the early kings of England. William Shakespeare knew the whole, vast, incredible truth and encoded it in his writing.

The novel begins with the hero investigating a brutal murder. He discovers the code -- and becomes the target of a fanatical Islamic sect that will do anything to keep the truth from being revealed.

I call it The Shakespeare Code.

I know. You're blown away. So was I. How did I come up with this? I really don't know. Genius is a mystery even to the genius.

Of course some cynic may say this is a rip-off of The Da Vinci Code. It's not. It's totally different. The Da Vinci Code is about Jesus, for one thing.

Another difference is that the secret organization in The Shakespeare Code is a fictional Muslim group. In The Da Vinci Code, that role is taken by Opus Dei, a Catholic organization that is very real.

Of course, I would have liked to use a real Muslim fundamentalist group, but someone reminded me of what happened to Theo van Gogh and I'd rather not be stabbed to death, no matter how good that would be for pre-release publicity.

Dan Brown had it a lot easier. Sure, Opus Dei and the Vatican have a reputation for putting the smackdown on heresy, but look at how they responded to The Da Vinci Code. No fatwa. No promise of heavenly virgins for separating the author's head and body. Not even a decent riot. No, all Opus Dei and the Vatican did was explain the historical errors in the book and issue press releases asking for respect. I mean, really. Some people say Dan Brown is a hack, but only a great writer could make that lot sound scary.

Anyway, I'm pretty excited about the prospects for my novel, although I have to admit that my first couple of attempts to sell this thing didn't go so well.

The other day I was on the phone with a publisher. My book is about a secret religious sect hiding a terrible secret, I said. She got very excited. "Do you know how many units Dan Brown has sold?" she shouted, a little hysterically.

But when I mentioned Muhammad, she stopped giggling. And when I told her that Muhammad sleeps with a prostitute, she screamed and hung up.

Another time, I had lunch with a New York big shot. I told him I'm writing a thriller about a fanatical religious cult and he loved that. Turns out he hates fundamentalist types. The Pope is a bastard for telling people not to wear condoms, he said.

But the secret society in my story isn't Catholic, I responded. It's Muslim. Its goal is to hide the fact that Muhammad knocked up a hooker and Islam is a fraud.

His face went white and he excused himself to go to the washroom. He didn't come back. I think his salmon mousse was off.

Still, I'm confident this project is going to come together and it will be huge. Just look at The Da Vinci Code. The book is bigger than the Bible, and the movie will be a monster when it opens next week.

Already, the media are going crazy. The papers are filled with tabloid exegesis -- "Mary Magdalene: Wife or Whore?" -- and morning television shows are hyping it as if it were the Second Coming, starring Tom Hanks as Jesus.

I couldn't be more delighted.

A few months ago, I thought this wouldn't happen. It was during the Danish cartoon controversy, when almost every newspaper and television station in North America refused to show the cartoons. We have to respect people's faith, they said. It would be wrong to cause "gratuitous offence."

I remember thinking at the time: poor Dan Brown. At least the cartoons touched on important public issues. The Da Vinci Code is just a crappy novel. Gratuitous offence doesn't come any more gratuitous. When the movie comes out, the media won't have anything to do with it.

Wow, was I wrong. All the media's pious talk went straight down the old memory hole and we're right back to the irreverent, sensational, buck-chasing, free-speech free-for-all that makes Western civilization great. I'm sure those Danish cartoons will be published any day now. Same for my novel.

It'll be big. Huge. If only I can find a publisher who won't run shrieking in terror when I get to the part about Muhammad.

Dan Gardner's column appears Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.E-mail: dgardner@thecitizen.canwest.comEdition: Final Story Type: Column Length: 937 words

da vinci code: demythified.

Sometimes muslims love creating issues just to make everything tough for themselves. Apparently, the more burdensome they make their religion, the more pious they are. Our mosque has been doing that the last two weeks. Firstly on mother's day they proclaimed mother's day is for the kuffar and we shouldnt celebrate it and now the issue with the da vinci code.

Our local imam just delieved a long khutbah on whether or not Eesa(rad) was married and because the quran doesnt mention it, we cant watch movies that say he has a daughter and he was married.

My dad brought up an imp issue saying that its just one of those facts that is irrelevant. like the ashabul kahf, the quran clearly says not to argue whether they were 3, 4, or 7, because it is irrelevant. likewise quran and hadith never mentioned it because it was never relevant whether he married or not. (btw.. for the longest time i thought he was married!!).

I dont agree with the protests because jesus having married isnt defying our religion and is no basis to ban the movie. I jus read an article that questioned what would our reactions be if the movie claimed that Mohammad didnt go on Mairaj but instead went to a prostitute that night. I will definitely be opposed to it, because it goes against my beliefs. This movie will be created just to oppose islamic beliefs and is intended to step on the toes of islam.

But, what if i released a movie that said Eesa is a prophet - not a God. If it's going against the catholic beliefs, doesnt mean its going against ours too. Does it mean it's wrong? Absolutely not.

Infact according to: http://www.rbcdavincicode.org/bta_more.php, many of the things the book teaches is in accordance with islam.

1. "The Da Vinci Code's "alternative view of history" also falsely states that Jesus was not regarded as a God until the fourth century when the Roman emperor Constantine decided it was in his own political interests to unite the empire by giving Jesus "an impenetrable cloak of divinity" (The Da Vinci Code, p.233)."

2. "almost everything our fathers taught us about Christ is false" (The Da Vinci Code, p.235)

Even my dad, who's usually sooo liberal with these thingee's has requested my younger and i not to watch it. Not because of religious issues, but just to avoid getting involved with cults like kabbalah etc etc.

lastly, for those who arent watching the movie because the quran never said he was married and the movie says so... how many other movies that we watch, actually follow the quran?!!!!!!! how come we dont protest those? I can't think of a movie without a lovestory, background music, women improperly dressed etc. It's like those who go about proclaiming indian movies are haraam but sit and watch english movies with their kids.

I'm not saying you should, or shouldn't watch it. i honestly believe... we need to stop making issues out of nothings and start thinking out of the box. We've started making religion soo rigid - entirely based on assumptions.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

A Friend..

I don't know about you, but I love unconventionality. I love things out of the ordinary. I love the feel of finding that 20 dollar bill in a purse that I havent used in a while. Unexpected presents from friends and fam- the ones for no reason at all. Last minute plans. Taking a break from the ordinary routine. Staying at a hotel. Emails from Old friends.

Old friendships. One such friend popped its head in my life last week. I can't control my glee.

Childhood friendships. Time tested. Uninhibited. Formed in innocence, realized in maturity. Meshing together a mosaic of my past, a portrait which I can't help but hang dearly over the fireplace of my existence. Reminiscing memories. Some that I'd laugh out loud on, some I'd feel guilty about. Some I'd rather not mention in embarassment. Times. Relived. Past. Revived. Secrets. The 'hush, dont tell anyone but... ' types. The ' i wish...' types. The 'i think..' types. The 'If only...' types. The ones let out purposely. The ones mentioned under whisper of my breath. A forbidden crush. An innocent bonding. Dreams. The unachievable and achievable. The motivation. The fights. The homework savior. The guilt tripper. The very impatient listener. The one who'd brutally laugh my miseries off. The one who'd feign interest and run at the first possible excuse. The one who'd reprimand my 'slips'.

Two words that serve as an injustice,
Thank you.

I'm glad you're back =)

Monday, May 08, 2006

Weaving my life..

'So Sheza, are you now a housewife or are you doing something worthwhile?', asked Uncle J over lunch in Washington last week.

I sat there dumbstruck. How do we decide whats worthwhile? Almost anytime someone asks me, tongue-in-cheek, 'So what are you doing nowadays?', I feel like saying, I'm staying at home, taking care of my family. It's as though, in our attempts towards liberalising women, we've made 'taking care of the family', a non accomplishing, menial job!

Raising a child is definitely worthwhile (it'd better be, I'm waging my career and education on it!). During the first year of Eesa's life, I was splitting my hair - ready to rush out and do SOMETHING. Don't get me wrong, I LOVED Eesa to bits. But I felt as though my mind was rusting out and there was no sense of accomplishment (definitely a world of instant gratification we live in!). With a baby that slept nano hours, changing diapers and feeding was my world - and thats all physical work... nothing that challenged my mind. Imran would come home and I'd have nothing exciting to talk to him about. Apart from the regular, minimal, physical work etc, i did NOTHING!

I went back to college, part time, when Eesa was 11 mths old. It was once a week, but well worth the break. Somewhere along the last three years, we've become independent, I've started my own business, gone back to school, started volunteering etc etc. I feel like the changes have made an overall positive impact on me and my family. I network with women that bring with them an array of experiences and backgrounds. I'm no longer just -a- highschool "drop out". I have more to talk about with Imran. We challenge ideas and try to re-align our perspectives positively. I'm more refreshed and energized as compared to when im at home throughout the week. Although I have to admit, it's tougher going to school now than it was during when eesa was 11-15 mths. He's so much more responsive now, that it's heartwrenching to leave him behind. i have to call and chk on him regularly coz i miss him so much.

I've gone all over the place in this rambling. I guess this post is for all those women out there making a difference. Be it within your own home or a few hours outside. It's a matter of what colours you pick to weave the overall effect in the fabric - be it your life, your family or career. What matters most is - what works for you! But let's not judge accomplishments based on pay scales or job status!

Because you ..

1. let me throw up in your hands when im having morning sickness.
2. Get me flowers for no reason at all.
3. Listen to me whine and complain for no reason at all
4. really appreciate me for even the tiniest of things.
5. Keep dinner ready, when i come home from school - all tired and cranky- and manage to keep the baby smiling!
6. Take the extra effort to remind me you care.
7. go out of your way to care about those around you
8. still accompany me to ikea.
9. dont get mad when i do things, even i wouldnt agree to.
10. changed diapers when other men would gawk at the thought
11. stand by me when others dont
12. let me alphabetize our spices and cereals..
13. .. let me be mad at you when you mess up the order!
14. tell me i'm the best even when i've just woken up with my afro-hair all over my face!
15. let me put my foot up while i eat.
16. put up with the crazy, bright colors in our aptmt
18. keep me away from purple
19. can predict my next move
20. spin my life into a story whose ending i can't wait to find out
21. love spending on my useless obsessions
22. bear with my tuneless singing and photography obsession
23. love spontaniety. (thnk God you're not one of those planners - cheers to spur of the moment roadtrips to NYC!)
24. dont mind driving slow on the highway just so i can watch that plane land by 401!
25. end up driving down to ottawa just so you can hear me rant and vent
26. are patient enough to put up with my PMS mood swings
27. can turn a gloomy and miserable day into crazy fun
28. blend in with my family as though you're the son and I, the daughter in law
29. and only you, can call me sexy when im feeling miserable inside
30. pretend to loose at scrabble, just so i feel good
31. make breakfast in bed possible
32. cook like a miracle
33. take the time and effort to help those around you
34. don't look for what's in it for you
35. are you!

For the million and one other reasons why I love you, I can't say enough thank you's!

Friday, May 05, 2006

Around the world in...

Ok so we've packed our bags and set out on a roadtrip once again.


We left Tuesday morning and drove 11 hours to New Jersey via Buffalo and New York. Yest we drove further south to the capital of the world, D.C. and chked out all the govt places. We saw Capitol hill (pix above), the treasury of US (where they print all the dollar$), we also saw the white house and other sights. we also visited Virginia.

Eesa's been behaving mircaulously well Alhamdolillah. Those of you who know him, know that he LOVES cars. By now, he HATES them. He HATES the carseat now. While we were in India/Pak, he had lost the habit of sitting in a car seat but once we came back, he loved it. Now having been in the car for so long, he's hating it. He starts crying when he sees one!!

Tonight we're heading back north to New York and will spend the night there before returning back south to newjersey on saturday. On Sunday we will head back 8 hours North to Buffalo, spend sometime with family and friends and then head further North, out to Toronto.

I've been looking forward to all the shopping. So far its been horrendously impossible because of Eesa's untimely tantrums. I can't explain the feeling of being THIS close to getting my bright orange bathroom rugs!!! I LOVE the grocery stores here. I'm waiting to go to victoria's secret and bath and body works... target etc etc.. (all the yummy stores that we dont have in TO)


I'm so in the vacation mood, i just dont want it to stop. i'm ready for another trip somewhere with Imo0o just as soon as i come back! :)

Signing from the Capital of the World,
Sheza