For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin--real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life.-- Alfred D. Souza

Life…never under estimate its power to surprise you and from time to time, show you that you haven’t got it all figured out!

Problem is the time’s not just fleeting, it’s running at a mighty quick pace and I don’t have my running shoes.

I have recognized one pattern in my life though. Every time some guy decided that because of everything that he is, he is essential to MY happiness, I end up crying my eyes out in the middle of the night and looking like a Hag in the morning. (notice the capital H? its for emphasis).

Last night, many of my misunderstandings were cleared. He never intended to be just a friend. And I hate that. I hate the fact that people think that a guy and a girl can never be friends. What kind of a misconstrued philosophy is that? If friendship can surpass borders, language barriers, religion, why can’t it transcend genders?

I called up Noreen last night, with my head spinning at an alarming rate. No matter what Saddy and Nubz say…I am entirely too old for this. Freaks and Jerks I can handle but people sneaking up on me in the guise of friendship are just not what I am used to. And especially those who are not willing to take no for an answer.


I tried sleeping on it last night…but I couldn’t. It’s going to be a year this month since the fiasco of my engagement and Lord knows I have lost count of the nights I couldn’t sleep. Only in the past couple of months, I had regained some peace of mind and I am not at all prepared for another assault on my new found serenity.

So, after much tossing and turning interspersed by my incoherent pleas to Allah ji, I got up for my prayers. Since the weather was cold, I had stopped going on the roof for my Tahajud prayers.

The nights are still cold and I wasn’t very well prepared for it. But I held my ground or my chaddar around me for that matter. After my prayers, I sat and watched the stars and found a rather unusual Satellite moving across the sky as well. And I couldn’t help but think of all the prayers I have offered under this sky.

Where do my prayers go?