Simply Aasia

So I promised Nafisa I would do this this year end wrap up. 1. What did you do in 2011 that you’d never done before? Participated in a photo-shoot that was all about me.  2. Did you keep your new years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year? like every other year I said quit smoking, I did for about 4 months Diet - which is on going and Adding Fitness to the list. I plan on doing Midmar and the Otter trail.  3. How will you be spending New Year’s Eve? Quietly. By myself, it's a new experience.  4. Did anyone close to you die? No 5. What countries did you visit? Inhaca Island off Mozambique  6. What would you like to have in 2012 that you lacked in 2011?  An LED TV  7. What date from 2012 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?  well a weekend really last weekend of September I won a game show which meant I got to go on an amazing cruise and I won an Umrah trip.  8. What was your biggest achievement of th...

When I read titles like A letter to Islam: we are women, not things: iLIVE Fills me not with trepidation but as a muslim woman, my back is automatically up. I can't take away the experience this woman has had at the hands of the men in her life, but I fail to see how her generalisations make me want to empathise with her. In one swift article she has insulted me, my intelligence and disrespected my choice- yes my choice to remain muslim. My friend Saaleha said it perfectly. "it's tiresome we shouldn't have to apologise all the time" I am by no standards a feminist, islamist and detest the term moderate muslim. Yes South African Muslims are possibly the only nation of muslims that are allowed to practice freely, regardless of the sect they belong to. But I refuse to have to explain that EVERYTIME. She disrespects me by saying: No self-respecting woman can be Muslim. I can't fight for every muslim in the rest of the world, I can only change perceptions ...

The most beautiful thing I have ever seen was sarcasm Stuck between your lips before it poured out all over the conversation. The arch of your eyebrow and the tilt of your head as the words you spoke remain unsaid Is as far as I got with the thoughts in my head but it's written in the same tone as Jason Mraz's Beautiful Mess "A Beautiful Mess" You've got the best of both worlds You're the kind of girl who can take down a man, And lift him back up again You are strong but you're needy, Humble but you're greedy And based on your body language, And shoddy cursive I've been reading Your style is quite selective, though your mind is rather reckless Well I guess it just suggests that this is just what happiness is Hey, what a beautiful mess this is It's like picking up trash in dresses Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write Kind of turn themselves into knives And don't mind my nerve you could call ...

I wish I could un-write and un-say many of my utterances Broken and tied, I'm behind my own demise. my own mastermind

I was so excited that Sham was finally coming to Joburg and thought the best way to tell the story was the way I remembered it, through the food we planned to eat, did eat and wanted to eat but were too full! Before you go any further, if you don't know who Sham is, you can fuck right off at this point. Because you should have clicked at the link above, saw her stuff and then kick yerself for not meeting her. and then proceed to read the rest of this blog in emerald shade of jealous green. T-3 days till #shaminjhb happened, I offered my services for the day to show them around. We knew it was a limited time frame because of the time they were coming in and also a braai that night, had to be prepped for. So we spoke about food, because well, food moves me. Decided we have to get samoosas for our walk about in the CBD, yes nay-saying joburgers the actual CBD. But first the samoosa's, "World of Samoosas " in the plaza was the only place one should ever buy samoo...

People I don't like are those with influence who can sweep in social change, and choose instead to cause dissent by creating an "Us and Them" Malema went to Thembilihle which is a settlement close to Lenz. But Im not sure if I deserved to be surprised when he sticks to the above formula above. Except ofcourse the US - is now residents of the informal settlement  and Them is played by the amaKula ( Derivative term for indian people, basically implying coolie) While channeling his supposed Che Guevarra vibe while donning a beret. While I do believe local photogrpahers get a kick out of taking the worst photos of the man, I can't help but chuckle and say to them, let his words and actions do that. Now Julius always operated with this M.O and ofcourse the US and Them changes according to the crowd and situation. Us - the youth of today.Them - the backward thinking leaders Us black people - Them every one else. Then he sings Dibhulu Ibunu but to ensure he doesn...

I realise now in retrospection, that I have been to free with my friendship, my loyalty and my time. Giving it away without a single thought on wether those people deserve my efforts. I know now, that because I am so different from the people and friendships I keep. That when the going gets tough, I get cut, hurt, bruised, not believed even worse become the accused. I am the reason things fall apart, I ruin lives and I am at fault. Don't mistake me, I am not-worthy most days of some of the friends I keep, and that I am without a doubt the most flawed in the bunch. Maybe it's my upbringing, maybe the lack of education that makes me trust people completely, or that I don't question wether they believe me or stand up for me when I am not around. I have been burned, I have been scarred and every time I aspire higher than my station in life. I am hurt or believed that I am not one of the collective. The realisation today is that I never was part of the group and I am a group...