Thursday, January 26, 2006
ANQ’s birthday, The Trio, and ANQ’s birthday.
ANQ turned three today (December 16), Masha Allah. Madi called to wish, the gorgeous chachu that he is, and the lovely person that he is. May Allah bless him for his love, affection and kindness which he has always shown me; I have introduced him earlier in some posts, and I have perhaps already written that he forms the trio that I was blessed with in my college days, the trio that has stood by me like the Hindukush in my times of adversity.
This trio is comprised of Felicity and Fash in addition to Madi. True, Fash is the oldest soul outside of blood relations that has had to bear the curse that I am, and folks, I tell you 20 years of bearing this curse is a tad too much. However, there was this period of almost a decade when he and I were out of touch completely, and it was in college that we ran into each other again, so I am inclined to think of it as a rediscovery of a sorts - more so for me than it has been for him. He was also instrumental in bringing us all together in this wonderful friendship, where each of these amazingly special people have had multiple chances to prove their consistency in standing by me in my times of adversity, in my times of foolishness and stupidity, and in my times of going through I-should-never-have-been-born phases.
They have been stubborn in giving me good advice, patient in their consternation at seeing me do the exact opposite, and gracious and generous in not taking the didn’t-I-tell-you-so-again-and-again-and-again route when helping me pick up the peices. They have also been immensely generous in sharing their laughter, limelight and love with me. We are, today, in three different countries; which, come to think of it, is a huge improvement on the state of affairs a few years ago, when we were in three different continents; however, we are bound together by that most enduring of bonds which everyone calls friendship.Thank you God for great friends, and thank you for all your blessings - blessings, that not only include great parents, wonderful teachers, loving wifey, and adorable TNQ & ANQ, but also the many, many stellar, albiet eccentric friends, and patient colleagues, neighbors, fellow-drivers, and fellow citizens….
Thank you once again, and many times over, for TNQ and ANQ. ANQ, being ANQ, made the most of our birthday wishes this morning, and promptly put forth inquiries pertaining to a certain item that is automatically associated with birthdays - the birthday cake. We did not have the heart to turn her down, so we decided to get a cake in the evening, if she still remembered about it. Who were we kidding, she remembered very well, and repeated her inquiry as soon as I stepped back from a very tiring day out at the beach with “the guys”, the guys being HPN - the sand stealer, HPN’s father, HPN’s father-in-law - the newly crowned frisbee champion Sharjah beach, HPN’s BiL aka LHS on daMomma’s blog, Jalali Baba - who needs little introduction on this blog, Fash’s BiL aka O on KK’s blog, Dr.IK who was hastily roped in as resident doctor after KK, our regular and blogistan’s very own doctor, had to pull out to get ready for his flight tomorrow morning to the land of the pure, and yours truly - the logistics specialist held responsible for lack of plans, and poor logistics. More about that, however, in a separate blog which, as Yasmine warns in her recent comments, might take too long to materialize.
We, therefore, had to arrange for a cake hastily, light some candles on it, and get a hastily gathered crowd, which included a total of two guests, to clap and sing out of tune as ANQ blew the candles with some help from TNQ and cut the cake. I have hardly ever celebrated my own birthday, I remember we did get a proper birthday organzied way back in 1998, because we needed an excuse to get all the friends together one last time before everyone left to discover his/her destiny, and my birthday happened to fall just about the time. The point, at that time, was not celebrating the birthday. Besides, every present I opened turned out to be a shirt - I have been using them for seven years now, and I still have some left in the closet that I have never worn. Take it from me, it takes one a long time getting through 30 shirts that do not fit.
We never celebrated brithdays in our home, when we were children. It was just no big deal, once or twice we got called to birthday parties, and we did not know what to make of the proceedings. So, the guy was born years ago on that day, what’s the fuss about? Years later, when my own birthday was celebrated, I had felt so at a loss and so inadequate having all these people standing around me waiting for me to cut the cake…birthdays, as far as I was concerned, were for kids, or for other people whose day can be brightened by wishing them, but not for myself.
On a point of principle, we still do not celebrate birthdays in our home, the principle being simple… there is no Islamic precedence of celebrating this occasion. We did celebrate one birthday of TNQ’s and one of ANQ’s, but the idea was that the kids were too small to register the proceedings as an occasion, and we the parents were delighted that we had been blessed with our precious children on that date, and wanted to celebrate Allah’s mercy on us. Today, once again, we had this semi-party sort of a thingy, because our child had been asking for the cake, but also, and more so, because we are so so thankful to Allah for the blessings TNQ and ANQ are, and our hearts rejoice on the day Allah had blessed us with these children.
So, ANQ turned three today, and had Madi Chachoo call from Karachi to wish her, and had a strawberry cake to blow the candles on….May Allah bless her and TNQ, and may He keep them on the right path always, and may He fill their lives with Iman, joy, happiness and contentment, and He reward them with Jannah in the hereafter. Ameen.
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13 Responses to 'ANQ’s birthday, The Trio, and ANQ’s birthday.'
1MaranelloDecember 17th, 2005 at 3:56 am
“May Allah bless her and TNQ, and may He keep them on the right path always, and may He fill their lives with Iman, joy, happiness and contentment, and He reward them with Jannah in the hereafter. Ameen. “
Ameen to that. And may He make them both a source of blessing for their parents in the dunya, and a source of blessing and forgiveness for their parents in the Akhirah, ameen.
2knicqDecember 18th, 2005 at 10:30 pm
Ameen to and thanks for your prayers brother….:)
3HappySohailDecember 19th, 2005 at 9:53 pm
Happy birthday to little kido, with all the best wishes.
4knicqDecember 20th, 2005 at 12:33 am
Thanks Sohail….juss getting around to making that call I promised you!
5HappySohailDecember 20th, 2005 at 1:20 am
I tried to call u again after posting, but it just rang, rang and rang and no one picked up. Now I will officially declare it, its easier to get Paris Hilton on phone than NKQ.
:)
6yasmineDecember 20th, 2005 at 6:06 am
Ameen to your dua for your children. And to Maranello’s. And may you and your wife be blessed and rewarded for the time, effort, and love you put into raising your children who are such a joy to you. Ameen to that as well.
My favorite part of this post, I must admit, was the references to HPN and KK and daMomma and daAbbu and Jalali Baba. It’s such fun seeing the ways in which Blogistan intersects.
7knicqDecember 20th, 2005 at 8:58 am
Hmmm…I had stepped out for a while, initially to answer the doorbell, but ended up playing dark frisbee, which is frisbee played in the cloak of darkness, so the pride of players stays intact, and the frisbee and the noses do not.
Came back to find a missed call from a Lahore number…was that you? Are you in someway able to call via Lahore? Or have you taken paris Hilton there to show her the ‘Yaadgar’?
Been calling that number, and a Paris-Hiltonish- voice keep telling me something about my matlooba number no longer being in iste’mal…I tried reasoning with her, tried explaining to her that it had to be in use for it give me that missed call, but she is not good on the listening skills.
Yasmine: Jazak Allah for your prayers sis. Your favorite part itches to transform itself into an independent post, but good old procrastination will have no part of it - the itching.
8SaadatDecember 20th, 2005 at 10:18 am
And I missed another birthday. *sigh*
Ameen to your duas and everybody else’s.
9ADecember 20th, 2005 at 10:29 am
why?
10knicqDecember 21st, 2005 at 8:36 am
Hmmm…Saadat, you would not have missed this one, had your enetation not been playing those ‘bouncer’ games with me. If I counted the number of times, it has bounced my comments, I’d need that abacus thingy to get the figure right.
You gotta work that thing’s prejudices out bro…:)
Thanks for the wishes.
A: In ANQ’s own trade mark one word reply to all why questions…Ish’liyey!
11SaeedDecember 21st, 2005 at 3:36 pm
Ameen to all the duas!& yeah, my bad, even i missed this one….& forget the plans etc, atleast you were able to spend the afternoon with all those people….just this sunday i finally met my buddy after a whole month (yes, we stay in the same city!).Yes, its definately a dampner when friends get seperated into different countries & continents…..
12hemlockDecember 27th, 2005 at 10:50 pm
ok… like 3 yr olds??? are the FUNNESHT to be with lots of hugs and smothering kisses to ANQ from umm… hemlock … errr phopo?lol but seriously speaking? is your kid ticklish? i love tickling kids… hehehe
birthdays in my household are such a huge affair, for like, the immediate family. just an excuse to celebrate (the whole affairs last well over a week), seeing as how life sux otherwise we try make the most of the little things in life.
13knicqDecember 28th, 2005 at 9:05 am
Salaams Hemmie…
I’ll convey your hugs and kisses to ANQ…phuppo just about sounds right
ANQ is not the least bit ticklish…TNQ is though…
ANQ is tickled, if at all, by our futile attempts at disciplining her…she then gets on with her agenda as royalty does in the face of commoners protestations.
These days her favorite threat is…”Main aap ko moon pe phaink doonga…!” It is normally issued immediately after old man knicq has put on his sternest face and handed down what he considers his harshest scolding….:( ¶ 1/26/2006 02:40:00 AM
This trio is comprised of Felicity and Fash in addition to Madi. True, Fash is the oldest soul outside of blood relations that has had to bear the curse that I am, and folks, I tell you 20 years of bearing this curse is a tad too much. However, there was this period of almost a decade when he and I were out of touch completely, and it was in college that we ran into each other again, so I am inclined to think of it as a rediscovery of a sorts - more so for me than it has been for him. He was also instrumental in bringing us all together in this wonderful friendship, where each of these amazingly special people have had multiple chances to prove their consistency in standing by me in my times of adversity, in my times of foolishness and stupidity, and in my times of going through I-should-never-have-been-born phases.
They have been stubborn in giving me good advice, patient in their consternation at seeing me do the exact opposite, and gracious and generous in not taking the didn’t-I-tell-you-so-again-and-again-and-again route when helping me pick up the peices. They have also been immensely generous in sharing their laughter, limelight and love with me. We are, today, in three different countries; which, come to think of it, is a huge improvement on the state of affairs a few years ago, when we were in three different continents; however, we are bound together by that most enduring of bonds which everyone calls friendship.Thank you God for great friends, and thank you for all your blessings - blessings, that not only include great parents, wonderful teachers, loving wifey, and adorable TNQ & ANQ, but also the many, many stellar, albiet eccentric friends, and patient colleagues, neighbors, fellow-drivers, and fellow citizens….
Thank you once again, and many times over, for TNQ and ANQ. ANQ, being ANQ, made the most of our birthday wishes this morning, and promptly put forth inquiries pertaining to a certain item that is automatically associated with birthdays - the birthday cake. We did not have the heart to turn her down, so we decided to get a cake in the evening, if she still remembered about it. Who were we kidding, she remembered very well, and repeated her inquiry as soon as I stepped back from a very tiring day out at the beach with “the guys”, the guys being HPN - the sand stealer, HPN’s father, HPN’s father-in-law - the newly crowned frisbee champion Sharjah beach, HPN’s BiL aka LHS on daMomma’s blog, Jalali Baba - who needs little introduction on this blog, Fash’s BiL aka O on KK’s blog, Dr.IK who was hastily roped in as resident doctor after KK, our regular and blogistan’s very own doctor, had to pull out to get ready for his flight tomorrow morning to the land of the pure, and yours truly - the logistics specialist held responsible for lack of plans, and poor logistics. More about that, however, in a separate blog which, as Yasmine warns in her recent comments, might take too long to materialize.
We, therefore, had to arrange for a cake hastily, light some candles on it, and get a hastily gathered crowd, which included a total of two guests, to clap and sing out of tune as ANQ blew the candles with some help from TNQ and cut the cake. I have hardly ever celebrated my own birthday, I remember we did get a proper birthday organzied way back in 1998, because we needed an excuse to get all the friends together one last time before everyone left to discover his/her destiny, and my birthday happened to fall just about the time. The point, at that time, was not celebrating the birthday. Besides, every present I opened turned out to be a shirt - I have been using them for seven years now, and I still have some left in the closet that I have never worn. Take it from me, it takes one a long time getting through 30 shirts that do not fit.
We never celebrated brithdays in our home, when we were children. It was just no big deal, once or twice we got called to birthday parties, and we did not know what to make of the proceedings. So, the guy was born years ago on that day, what’s the fuss about? Years later, when my own birthday was celebrated, I had felt so at a loss and so inadequate having all these people standing around me waiting for me to cut the cake…birthdays, as far as I was concerned, were for kids, or for other people whose day can be brightened by wishing them, but not for myself.
On a point of principle, we still do not celebrate birthdays in our home, the principle being simple… there is no Islamic precedence of celebrating this occasion. We did celebrate one birthday of TNQ’s and one of ANQ’s, but the idea was that the kids were too small to register the proceedings as an occasion, and we the parents were delighted that we had been blessed with our precious children on that date, and wanted to celebrate Allah’s mercy on us. Today, once again, we had this semi-party sort of a thingy, because our child had been asking for the cake, but also, and more so, because we are so so thankful to Allah for the blessings TNQ and ANQ are, and our hearts rejoice on the day Allah had blessed us with these children.
So, ANQ turned three today, and had Madi Chachoo call from Karachi to wish her, and had a strawberry cake to blow the candles on….May Allah bless her and TNQ, and may He keep them on the right path always, and may He fill their lives with Iman, joy, happiness and contentment, and He reward them with Jannah in the hereafter. Ameen.
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13 Responses to 'ANQ’s birthday, The Trio, and ANQ’s birthday.'
1MaranelloDecember 17th, 2005 at 3:56 am
“May Allah bless her and TNQ, and may He keep them on the right path always, and may He fill their lives with Iman, joy, happiness and contentment, and He reward them with Jannah in the hereafter. Ameen. “
Ameen to that. And may He make them both a source of blessing for their parents in the dunya, and a source of blessing and forgiveness for their parents in the Akhirah, ameen.
2knicqDecember 18th, 2005 at 10:30 pm
Ameen to and thanks for your prayers brother….:)
3HappySohailDecember 19th, 2005 at 9:53 pm
Happy birthday to little kido, with all the best wishes.
4knicqDecember 20th, 2005 at 12:33 am
Thanks Sohail….juss getting around to making that call I promised you!
5HappySohailDecember 20th, 2005 at 1:20 am
I tried to call u again after posting, but it just rang, rang and rang and no one picked up. Now I will officially declare it, its easier to get Paris Hilton on phone than NKQ.
:)
6yasmineDecember 20th, 2005 at 6:06 am
Ameen to your dua for your children. And to Maranello’s. And may you and your wife be blessed and rewarded for the time, effort, and love you put into raising your children who are such a joy to you. Ameen to that as well.
My favorite part of this post, I must admit, was the references to HPN and KK and daMomma and daAbbu and Jalali Baba. It’s such fun seeing the ways in which Blogistan intersects.
7knicqDecember 20th, 2005 at 8:58 am
Hmmm…I had stepped out for a while, initially to answer the doorbell, but ended up playing dark frisbee, which is frisbee played in the cloak of darkness, so the pride of players stays intact, and the frisbee and the noses do not.
Came back to find a missed call from a Lahore number…was that you? Are you in someway able to call via Lahore? Or have you taken paris Hilton there to show her the ‘Yaadgar’?
Been calling that number, and a Paris-Hiltonish- voice keep telling me something about my matlooba number no longer being in iste’mal…I tried reasoning with her, tried explaining to her that it had to be in use for it give me that missed call, but she is not good on the listening skills.
Yasmine: Jazak Allah for your prayers sis. Your favorite part itches to transform itself into an independent post, but good old procrastination will have no part of it - the itching.
8SaadatDecember 20th, 2005 at 10:18 am
And I missed another birthday. *sigh*
Ameen to your duas and everybody else’s.
9ADecember 20th, 2005 at 10:29 am
why?
10knicqDecember 21st, 2005 at 8:36 am
Hmmm…Saadat, you would not have missed this one, had your enetation not been playing those ‘bouncer’ games with me. If I counted the number of times, it has bounced my comments, I’d need that abacus thingy to get the figure right.
You gotta work that thing’s prejudices out bro…:)
Thanks for the wishes.
A: In ANQ’s own trade mark one word reply to all why questions…Ish’liyey!
11SaeedDecember 21st, 2005 at 3:36 pm
Ameen to all the duas!& yeah, my bad, even i missed this one….& forget the plans etc, atleast you were able to spend the afternoon with all those people….just this sunday i finally met my buddy after a whole month (yes, we stay in the same city!).Yes, its definately a dampner when friends get seperated into different countries & continents…..
12hemlockDecember 27th, 2005 at 10:50 pm
ok… like 3 yr olds??? are the FUNNESHT to be with lots of hugs and smothering kisses to ANQ from umm… hemlock … errr phopo?lol but seriously speaking? is your kid ticklish? i love tickling kids… hehehe
birthdays in my household are such a huge affair, for like, the immediate family. just an excuse to celebrate (the whole affairs last well over a week), seeing as how life sux otherwise we try make the most of the little things in life.
13knicqDecember 28th, 2005 at 9:05 am
Salaams Hemmie…
I’ll convey your hugs and kisses to ANQ…phuppo just about sounds right
ANQ is not the least bit ticklish…TNQ is though…
ANQ is tickled, if at all, by our futile attempts at disciplining her…she then gets on with her agenda as royalty does in the face of commoners protestations.
These days her favorite threat is…”Main aap ko moon pe phaink doonga…!” It is normally issued immediately after old man knicq has put on his sternest face and handed down what he considers his harshest scolding….:( ¶ 1/26/2006 02:40:00 AM
