The Good Samaritan
December 24, 2011
We all have neighbors; maybe they live next door or down the street. But “Love your neighbor as yourself” means something different.
We all have neighbors; maybe they live next door or down the street. But “Love your neighbor as yourself” means something different.
He had a full round face and a mischievous grin, which incidentally, just like Santa Claus, gave nothing away.
Living together would let an altogether larger elephant into the room. It would count as an acknowledgment of the fact that yes, we have sex.
A chorus of soft voices reciting Dha Dhin Dhin Dha shook my focus. I turned to find my two little munchkins reciting teentaal while playing with their trucks!
I remember staring at the huge poster from up close as a little girl and wondering who Santa was winking at.
Arya makes me want to change. Write better. Dream bigger. Explore things underneath. Make a mess. Smile at strangers. Love at hate.
It used to bother me that my father couldn’t commit to a book. I would never be so disloyal as to begin a new story before ending an old one.
Shuaib thought he had been given the best Eid present ever. But the real gift was still waiting to be discovered.
Somewhere between conception and delivery, we fear judgment. What will be thought of our thoughts?
When I’m really annoyed, I imagine saying something to shock them like, “l plan to get married to the leader of my cult in an elaborate polygamous ceremony next year, please come!”
It’s not always fist fights and elbows shoved in stomachs. We are even at risk of words typed through a 2-inch screen.
Insanity is not foreign to parents—but the fact that it might be good for you, is.