the way forward
Oft times when one encounters a brick wall, an overwhelming urge for capitulum to kiss clay with vigorous repetition presents itself.
In such an instance you would do well to be mindful of a caveat or two; a stubborn wall rarely commits to anything while living tissue tends to book the caterers.
Granny’s been over for a few days while Naeem observes Itikaaf. She would say, “Haha karakarwanu, ek kaan ma ti karilakwanu.*”
That’s a good bunch of sage to carry around as a taaweez**.
*Just say yes yes and take it out of one ear**amulet/piece of scripture worn for ‘protection’
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This has been inside of me for too many years now.
–
Schismatics, asthmatics.
can’t breathe
When they’re telling me,
How I seethe
When they’re telling me,
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What to display.
Yes, yes,
I am oppressed.
Compressed
by your ignorance.
Don’t you see you’re all the same?
To cover me,
To uncover me,
for fuck sakes
let me be.
Forgive me
of profanity.
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—
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If God does not mind where I pray,
Who on Earth are you to say?
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258.
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…you usewordslikecognitive,
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September 24, 2009 - 6:30 am
But you’ll miss her when she’s no longer around and wish for someone to sa ‘haha’ to
September 24, 2009 - 10:21 am
Certainly will. I grew up with her. Her short stay got me thinking in gujerati:)
I’ve been on a bit of chippy rantage lately, coming up against so many brick walls, her words helped:)
September 17, 2009 - 7:33 pm
September 17, 2009 - 3:53 pm
Hmm interesting read
September 17, 2009 - 3:52 pm
Gran’s are very wise…you still lucky you have her – look after her, take her advise and cherish her!
I lost my Gran and when I hear “Haha karakarwanu, ek kaan ma ti karilakwanu.” it reminds me of her so much
September 17, 2009 - 1:51 pm
I think you Gran is very wise. A river won’t try to flow through a rock, but will gently flow over it!