There are different kinds of people in this world. I won’t even try to list all the categories. I will however name myself in the cheerleaders’ squad. No! not the pretty, perky & flamboyant sort of cheerleader at all. Just somebody who would do the lil bit of nudging and pushing forward to whoever requires it.

I hated the observation Adeel made about me once…that given the kind of person I was, I was likely to be the ‘woman behind the successful man’. He was entitled to his opinion and rightly so because I was the one who pushed him to study further in Germany. But I told him that his observation somehow made me sound like a cold person and that I would rather be the woman behind the happy man.

These past days, blogger has stopped working so in all likelihood, whatever I am writing will not be read by anyone which is just as well…I write crap.

Anyhoo, recently my orkut profile has been an area of much activity thanks to a few testimonials all written in a span of 24 hours. When I read all of them in one go…I figured they all had one element in common…I give great advice!

Ali’s in town. He was here last week and he went back on Sunday. He was back this past Monday cuz somehow he contracted measles. Measles!!! I mean who in their right age has measles at 24? But anyhoo he is and last night he called me and kept sayin’..i’m done for. Today, I finally got him to start talking. Turns out his folks want him to settle down and he thinks he’s too young. Granted he’s only 24 but my brother got married around his 25th birthday and he’s happier for it, so I seconded his parent’s directive. And finally he agreed to at least get engaged and singled out a girl he said can consider. Then I guess he felt some sort of gratitude and he said that he unburdens himself to me quite often. I said it was no big deal and he said that even if he gets married…I’d still hear about all his woes. Am I that good a friend?

The winds are blowing…the same winds I have asked to carry my prayers to my Lord. These same winds have seen me pleading to Allah ji for people I poured my heart and soul into prayers for. Adeel, Adeel’s Shrin, Shirin, Shirin’s Ali, Sidra, Usman & Saba and most importantly for Umar. All of these people I know are MashaAllah happy and none of them cares now that I was there for them when they needed me. And I am tired of being ‘the friend’. I am very very very tired!

I wish I had a heart of stone…better still, I wish I had no heart at all!!!