Happy-Massacre-of-the-Native-Americans-For-the-Patriotism-of-America Day!
Trust me, I didn't come up with that label for Thanksgiving. I thought it was mildly interesting...and sorta fitting. There was a "Rewards Day" at school on Tuesday, and my friend, Callie, made a cake with that wish scrawled on the top. It opened my eyes even more to see Juniors and Seniors in Pre-Calculus who still believe in the censored, first grade version of the first Thanksgiving. Sheesh...
You know, I hate that they make us go to school for two days and let us out for the rest of the week. It just inserts another reason into teachers' minds to give us tests to cram for. Political Science wasn't so pretty, but Chemistry was much better. Why must teachers have cooties???
On a more serious note, my grandmother's currently in the hospital. She lives in Karachi, Pakistan, therefore worrying us much more. The state Pakistan is in at the moment isn't exactly fine and dandy. A couple of weeks ago, their dolt of a president decided to declare martial law and began sacking lawyers, judges, etc. Personally, I think he's acting like a little child. Let's run a parallel scenario, shall we?
My sweet, innocent, darling sister's thought process: I want a cookie!
President Musharraf's thought process: I want to be the President of Pakistan!
My sweet, innocent, darling sister's thought process: But wait! I also want a gallon of ice cream!
President Musharraf's thought process: But wait! I want to be the General of the army too!
My sweet, innocent, darling sister declares to everyone: I want a cookie AND a gallon of ice cream, now!
President Musharraf declares to everyone: I want to be President AND General of the army!
Mama: No, you must choose one thing. It's unhealthy to eat both.
Judicial Branch of Pakistan: No, you must choose one position. It's unconstitutional to be both.
My sweet, innocent, darling sister: (tantrum ensues)
President Musharraf: (declares state of emergency and sacks people)
And so, protests and marches and riots began because of Musharraf's stupidity. News networks were shut down, so people in the country didn't know what the hell was going on, except for the gunshots heard near the window or the rumors going around. And when my grandmother was admitted into the hospital, we didn't know what to do besides pray for her good health to return.
The news of her admission into the hospital came only two days ago. Within the same morning that she called, my dad made the decision to go to Pakistan. None of us could do anything, especially as she's his mom. His first priority. I put a smile on and told him that I knew she'd be happy to see him. He nodded...but he added, "That is, if she can recognize me." I've been praying for God to give her the ability to recognize him when he enters that hospital room. Gosh, I've been praying that he arrives there safely and doesn't run into any conflicts that may arise. We know he's about to arrive in Karachi any time soon. Knowing my dad, he'll go to the hospital once he gets his luggage, no questions asked. That's only one of the reasons out of many why I love him so much.
She'll be ok. He'll be ok. That's what I keep telling myself.
Our flowers in the garden are dead now. It was the cold air that killed them, not the drought in the summer. Truly a miracle, huh? Not really. It was because of the drought that we learned we had been watering them too much. The flowers actually flourished beautifully because of the drought. Buds bloomed, leaves outstretched toward the sunlight.
It was the cold air that killed them.
posted by Sanaa @ 2:59 PM
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