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Friday, Mar. 11, 2005
I feel The silence feels like flowing

Yesterday was probably the most eventful day of this year so far .I tried to quit work . My mom left for US and my cell pone was snatched at gun point .


Work sucked . I couldn’t deal with this white collar politics .At 6:03 pm I walk into my boss’s office to quit with a resignation in my hand . I argue . I fume . I’m vexed . I give her a piece of my mind . I tell her that id understand if she doesn’t want me to work on the new one hour children show .She shakes her head .I tell her that I might have to leave soon because of health issues which is really true though I might be able to pull it off .She shakes her head . I tell her that she MUST change the director because I am the worst choice for directing the show . She shakes her head again .Now Im further agitated . I tell her that I don’t like the people I work with . She shakes her head .. grrrr .. asks me who would I ‘like’ to work with ! … IT was such bull .I walk out after over 3 hours of whining and arguing , yielding …. with YET another show under my belt . I suck at saying no .


I come home to find out that mom is leaving the same night . She hadn’t bothered to tell me . No one had . She tried to talk to me but I just couldn’t bring myself to answer her . TO say anything to her . I so abhorred everything . I remembered the issue 4 days ago when farah my younger sister who btw is at least 4 years younger to me was standing on my head with ammi ….Farah glared at me and said .. “ go die in your room , ure nose is still broken , don’t make me break our head . !” . And she is younger to me .And my mom is standing rite next to her . Proud . Content . Despicable .I didn’t know what to say . I kept quiet .


As im walking infront of my house talking to huma , two guys on a bike pull beside me . One of them gets off . Pulls out a gun and shows it to me .Growls that I must hand him my cell phone . Now I thought for two seconds .Mayb it’s a fake . Mayb its not . Mayb its not loaded . umm lucky for me I got scared enough that I then handed over my cell phone to him .Qissa Mukhtasar , im looking for a cell again .. grr …







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