time to blog~!
4 the 1st time (dat i can rem), i didnt have the "urge" to blog. i was on this chill pill. juz wanted not to do anything much.
so yeah... finally the said urge came back! dun u juz heave a sigh of relief? hha.yeah... i was in tis weird state right... n i didnt wan to do much n also feeling tired physically (oh m still recovering fr bronchitis. puffing my puffs still. n yes i mean puffs. plural.) so after a long day in a prayer min session n a seminar on sat, started reading A THOUSAND SPLENDID SUNS. maybe cos i was so tired, i didnt wan 2 pack my table, embark on my to-do list, or hack thru my work... so i decided 2 juz read... n read n read. finished it in a night. a very woeful night i must say. i cried so hard n loud, my bro said it felt as if some1 REALLY passed away. it's such a sad tale! so sad dat i cried the first few minutes i woke up this morning recalling the story. so darn sad la! but i think it s better than kiterunner. i felt kiterunner was a little OTT (over the top)! rescuing sohrab. well, it's like Hosseini is fixated on the number "1000". in kiterunner- "for you a thousand times over!" Hassan to Amir, then at the end of the book, Amir to Sohrab. thousand splendid suns -the title taken from a poem.

This poem was written in the 17th Century by Saib-e-Tabrizi

KABUL
(Translated by Dr. Josephine Davis)
Ah! How beautiful is Kabul encircled by her arid mountains
And Rose, of the trails of thorns she envies
Her gusts of powdered soil, slightly sting my eyes
But I love her, for knowing and loving are born of this same dust

My song exhalts her dazzling tulips
And at the beauty of her trees, I blush
How sparkling the water flows from Pul-I-Bastaan!
May Allah protect such beauty from the evil eye of man!

Khizr chose the path to Kabul in order to reach Paradise
For her mountains brought him close to the delights of heaven
From the fort with sprawling walls, A Dragon of protection
Each stone is there more precious than the treasure of Shayagan

Every street of Kabul is enthralling to the eye
Through the bazaars, caravans of Egypt pass
One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs
And the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls

Her laughter of mornings has the gaiety of flowers
Her nights of darkness, the reflections of lustrous hair
Her melodious nightingales, with passion sing their songs
Ardent tunes, as leaves enflamed, cascading from their throats

And I, I sing in the gardens of Jahanara, of Sharbara
And even the trumpets of heaven envy their green pastures



then, it's as if one wasnt enough, i spent sometime today at borders reading FOR ONE MORE DAY by mitch albom. man... i nearly finished it too. so yeah... its on my mind now... n tho i was so cheapskate enuf 2 sit at borders to read, i wanna buy DAT book! i think it is a must read! for all of us mummy-ingrates!