Imagine a future moment in your life where all of your dreams come true. You know that it’s the greatest moment of your life and you get to experience it with one person. Who is standing next to you?

-p sawyer

It’s quite possible this song was written about me.

When Did Your Heart Go Missing?, by Rooney 

Love don’t come so easily
This doesn’t have to end in tragedy
I have you and you have me
We’re one in a million
Why can’t you see?

I’m waiting, waiting for nothing
You’re leaving, leaving me hanging
When did your heart go missing?
When did your heart go missing?
I treat you like a princess
But your life is just one big mess
When did your heart go missing?
When did your heart go missing, yeah?

I meant every word I said
I never was lying when we tucked in bed
I’m retracing every step in my head
What did I miss back then?
I was so, so misled

I’m waiting, waiting for nothing
You’re leaving, leaving me hanging
When did your heart go missing?
When did your heart go missing?
I treat you like a princess
But your life is just one big mess
When did your heart go missing?
When did your heart go missing?

I don’t understand
How could you forget what we had,
It’s so wrong

I’m waiting, waiting for nothing
You’re leaving, leaving me hanging
When did your heart go missing?
When did your heart go missing?
I treat you like a princess
But your life is just one big mess
When did your heart go missing?
When did your heart go missing?

Yeah!

Things were so good
We had a little dream
A little dream together
Buy a house, settle down, do our thing
But you disappeared on me
And your heart, your heart went missin’
I don’t know how to find it
I don’t know where it is
I don’t know where your heart went
It was here just the other day
Now it’s gone
I’m gonna call the police
Call the investigator, the heart investigator

It’s not like we try to be heartless.

What if you had the opportunity to go somewhere where you know no one from your current life, and you’re allowed to be anyone you want to be.  Would you be kinder?  Ruder?  Happier?  Funnier?  Sluttier?  These people probably won’t even see you again, you can pretty much do anything you want and get away with it.
 
I had this opportunity three years ago when I went to a weekend-long leadership conference through my high school.  I can’t even remember where we went, but we met with students from nearby states, and we stayed at a campsite somewhere up north.  I do remember that it was cold, so it was probably in February or March.  Anyway, I was the only Muslim there, but honestly, I could have been anything.  I was at a point in my life where I felt so restricted at home, that being without a clear set of boundaries was a new world to me.  What did I do?  To tell you the truth, nothing!  I always told myself that if I got this sort of opportunity, I would be totally different.  But instead, I was SHY.  Me, shy?!  It was the strangest feeling.  I felt like a different person.  Today was the first time I looked at all of the pictures from that weekend, and it doesn’t even look like me in the picture.  It was such a strange experience.  What held me back?  I’ve never been quiet or shy or timid a day in my life.  I still can’t put my finger on it.  It’s one of those things where I want to go back and do it again, just to see if I would be the loud and outgoing person I really am.

i visited my sick uncle today.

i suppose one could say that he is not quite sick, but he is on his deathbed. he has been battling cancer for the past couple of years, and at this point, there is nothing left he can do. his organs have been failing him one by one.
when i saw him today, he was not the man i once knew. my uncle has always been an active and jovial man. the best ways i have gotten to know him are through his love for nature and God’s creation. he had a huge aquarium for several years, and every time we came to visit, we commented on his newest fish, the deep maroon color of its fin, or its quirky body shape.
my sister and i were always looking for things to do in his great big house. all of his children were older than us, so we were treated like the kids we were. thanks to our uncle, who always seemed to buy everything in bulk – even the things that would never be utilized in a house with no children – we discovered pop-ice. for some reason, he went through a phase where he bought big boxes of flavor-ice popsicles, the pop-ice name brand. my sister and i snuck down into the basement in the middle of the night snooping for the box. we’d choose our favorite colors to freeze, gauging the appropriate amount according to the number of nights we would be staying. the next night, after our parents went to bed, we snuck down and slurped on our secret treats, returning to bed with our tongues stained blue and red.
and then there were the geese. he was the only man i ever knew who owned and cared for geese. since he had a pond built in his backyard, owning geese does, in fact, make sense. there were four of them: snowy white with bright orange beaks. a hungry fox came down to the cage and devoured them one night, so that phase ended quickly.
i remember the year he bought his dream car. after marrying off two of his daughters, he bought his beautiful black jag. too bad i was too young to drive it at the time, but only recently has it hidden itself in the garage.
he has the most distinct laugh. whenever i think of the living room, i picture all of our parents and aunts and uncles sitting amongst each other, laughing and talking. his laugh is forever embedded in my memory.

seeing him today really hit me hard. no longer can he laugh, he has lost his voice, and he now only speaks in strained whispers. and only when completely necessary. his face is sunken in; it’s as if he has aged fifteen years in two months. his skin and the whites of his eyes are yellow, due to the jaundice that set in one month ago. sores and scabs cover his body, where random infections have engulfed his skin. he no longer walks, eats, nor goes to the bathroom on his own. my uncle is on his deathbed. the fear in his family’s eyes in non-existent. clear in their eyes, however, is their worry and their pain. now my uncle lays in the living room as everyone sits around him. yesterday, even he became emotional; he hated having everyone see him like this. he can no longer entertain his guests.

it’s only a matter of time.
my uncle is on his deathbed.

do you ever wonder if there’s someone out there who secretly admires you?  (and i’m not talking about a silly high school crush) i mean, do you think there are certain individuals who look at you and think that you have it made.  you have a great life, and they look upon you with awe and respect?

here’s my list of some Lucky People

1.  My cousin.  She’s married to a great guy, has a really good job, and has her head on straight.  It took her some time to get it right, but when she did, she became steadfast on her religion, and I suppose God blessed her life.  She is expecting a baby, due in November.  She’s stylish, loving, and has a huge heart.
2.  Another cousin of mine.  She has no worries.  Although I often worry about her because she has no fear of an Afterlife or any consequences to her actions, I can’t help but imagine the life she’s living.  She’s younger than I am, but is so carefree, and seems so happy because of it.  I feel like I am constantly wondering if what I’m doing is right or wrong, but she sets her own standards, so never has to worry.
3.  My sister-in-law.  She’s lived in California all of her life.  This was her year, she graduated from medical school, got accepted into a Residency program, and just got married to the best man I know.
4.  Yet another cousin of mine.  She’s married, with three amazing kids.  She’s a doctor with her own clinic.  Beautiful, hilarious, and has a british accent.
5. This girl that I have never met.  She is engaged to an amazing guy.  I wonder if she knows how lucky she is.
6. Lauren Conrad.  She’s living the life in LA; friends, fashion, parties.  Quite the glamorous lifestyle – one that I will never live.

okay, maybe the last one was just for kicks.  but i wouldn’t say i’m envious of these individuals, because i really think they deserve the life they’re living.  i think it just takes a lot of time and effort to get to the place that i want to be.  but honestly, do you think that no matter where you go in life, there is one point where you can say you are content?  as unfortunate as it is, i feel like i will always desire more.

today is june 19th.
june 19th, today is.

it’s summer. my brother got married last week. i am taking organic chemistry. i am living in the city. i began research today in the psychology dept. it’s safe to say that all is well, alhamd.
seattle was great, i’m bored of talking about it, considering i’ve spoken to just about everyone about it. similarly, the wedding was excellent. school is tough and i can’t get myself to work any harder than i am. it’s so hard to focus when the weather is gorgeous and my mind is elsewhere. upon discovering bittorrent, i’ve caught up on three seasons of one tree hill, watched several movies, and was even introduced to the entire first season of laguna beach. after watching laguna beach, might i add, i’ve constantly been dreaming of leaving chicago and heading somewhere beautiful. someplace that is always beautiful. and someplace near an ocean where you can smell the sea from your doorstep. yes, that’s what i want.

this photo was taken in seattle, on a cold, hilly, beautiful beach, surrounded by mountains on one side, and an emerald green forest, on the other. huge, thick pieces of driftwood covered the sand, but they’re conveniently hidden in the shadows.

i hope to live in southern california for some portion of my life. don’t ask me why, i just do.

in other news, i wish a medical receptionist position could fall from the sky and land in my lap. that would be ideal. my roommate and i walked the few blocks to lake michigan today and we spoke of our ideal husbands and relationships and love. is 20 too early to be married? don’t answer that.

michigan + two weddings this weekend. the weekend before my orgo final. joy.

Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always explaining things to them.

Earlier today, I was assigned the job of cleaning out random things from my youngest sister’s room. I decided to start with her bookshelf, which was overflowing with books from four older siblings, as well as her own. As I was emptying the neglected ones into a big cardboard box, I came across “Love You Forever,” which reminded me of the beautiful morals that we learned as children, but tend to forget as time goes on. The story is about a mother who, as her son grows older, continues to sneak into his room after he’s asleep and sing him this song:

I’ll love you forever
I’ll like you for always
As long as I’m living
My baby you’ll be.

And at the end of the story, he comes and rocks his dying mother, and sings the same song, changing it to “As long as I’m living, My mommy you’ll be.”