I am afraid of dogs, but I am fascinated by their stories. When my friends who have pets tell me stories of all these things their pets do, its so freaking fascinating. So one of my friend has two dogs, they are mother and daughter. But the daughter dog is more attached to my friend than she is to her mother. I did not know dogs form more attachment with human beings than their own mother of their own species?She was also telling me how the dogs are jealous of her baby and how the dogs don’t like her baby. Isn’t that interesting?
I love listening. And when its listening to life narratives or something interesting, it just gives me this warm feeling inside. The other day I was talking with my friend from Libya. She and her husband had been active participant of the revolution from America. It was amazing to know how much you can actually help from America. Its not just monetary support, they helped people of Libya with internet access, with financial and medical support. They got news from Libya aired in American media. My friend also told me all these stories of how her brother was missing for 3 days, and was captured by Gaddafi’s army, she told me a lot of other stories of different families in her neighborhood and the loss they have suffered.
All these insight stories really gives you a fresh perspective. I hate the way media narrates stories. Its so concise and quantitative, like the whole emotional appeal of the story is missing. Media is all about numbers, how many people died, how many bombs were blasted, where it happened, when it happened…But there’s so much to know from there stories..
I want to stay as close to my family as possible, in my ideal world, live in the same home as my mom. I hate being away form her so so much. I often think, if I don’t get into any med schools in North Carolina, I won’t even go to Med school. I cannot imagine spending 5 to 6 more years of my life being away from my parents. May be I will move in my parents and my brothers to my apartment close to whichever med school i get in. This is the thing I hate most about my life in America, living away from home..
I have never been this busy in my life, ya’ll. Its not even like I am busy busy, but I am busy. Like the other day i was wondering, why sleep takes so much time. I barely get 6 hours of sleep, and I was trying to reduce that too. Man, I do not want my days to be like this for the rest of my life. I will quit my career and everything if that happens. Now I guess, its okay since I really want to get into med school and really want to finish this postbac thing so i can go back home to my mom in fall.
But man, life is busy!
The men in my family eat a lot! My mom cooks and I just watch. I am either watching her cook or watching my brothers steal my food. Mom wants food to last long, so after she is done cooking she hides food in her different secret spaces…but my brothers find them out somehow and finish them like in a second. My older brother is the best food thief and he eats the most.
These days the condition is even worser. He finishes the food even before my mom is done cooking them.
Mom: “abrar what are you doing in the kitchen?”
abrar (my bro#1): I am just smelling your food
My sister is fat. I call her Chinese Map- as fat as a chinese map.
Dah: So the little guy has a girl friend.
- she refers to her roommate as “little guy.” He is a grown man in his 25, but not too tall.
I crack up everytime she refers to her as little guy