it’s close to midnight on nov 16, and as the clock ticks over the hour, it will be the 17th.
happy birthday to me.
i will be looking at the hands tick across the numeral 12, because she will not put her hands over my eyes for the last two minutes and remove then just as the hands tick past the 12.
she gave me two early birthday gifts.
* a usb driven internet connection, for she wanted me to be on line even in the car, and when i was somewhere where i did not have my desk top, i could use it with my laptop.
* the book jinnah, by jaswant singh – which she wanted to get for me through the wfp office in delhi, before it reached pakistan, but i stopped her, and she then got one of the first few copies that landed in islamabad, and inscribed it, “for my bookworm hubby tahir wadood malik, gul rukh tahir, 02-09-09.” this was the only time she wrote my full name on anything.
did she know … breaks my heart to think of it every time.
how could i not know, i break my head against allah’s will with this question every day so many times.
life goes on – so they say, even as it apparently stands still, life goes on!
so be it!