for the love of rice

Now i know whats probably on your mind as a reader, that oops here she comes again, she probably ate rice and can’t keep shut or its the santi, the rice was talking it possessed me “but no! ” in my beyoncé voice, it was just as inspiration goes, so without further a do, can you guess i have been watching nach baliye and i don’t care whether its divek or ishima and vivek but i want them to win.

rice rice rice oh what have you done to man on earth

you so plain looking yet exquisite

savoury and sweet as in pudding or salty and fried as in naasi goreng

even while bare you roar up a fight

from the commoners to the rich you are best to all

with the best stir fry you create a tamashah ( ruckus )

with the least of ketchups you make ears roll

to the hungry stomach you are music

jollof rice na you ; nations are at twitter wars for you

fried chicken is your icing on the cake

maggi is the sugar in your tea

pepper is the key to your flavour

tomato is the door to your beauty

sorry for the interruption in the book please a round of applause for rice, thank you, now for the loverrs of rice, just think about the best rice you have had in a while, now use the brain cells you have left after all that sweet memory to give rice a huge round of applause.

A snippet of my book on wattpad  A heart for the slum

On 50 Posts On WordPress!

so why not add this to the on series, I’m so amazed and proud of myself yes a bit of self love here

I never thought i could do it considering my schedule of school and all that but it has come through

Alhamdullilah , I am so grateful for this opportunity and to my readers, i would just like to say A deep sa thank you as well, mein bohut Khosh ho { I am very happy }

i will hopefully follow this up with a surprising shenanigan of mine , definitely something to cheer us all up , nothing too deep or emotional or senti, overthinking NAH !

I just Realized this post is having five poorly constructed stanzas , can’t call them paragraphs either, my english teacher would not be proud, but its okay Ms. Shruti

And bYE !

Incase no one has realized the whole small b , capital YE is intentional , not a typo just another KHoob si shenanigan.

so book series reveal

whoop whoop, hello to my dear readers

the big reveal is finally here, honestly trying to come up with a poem every week or month is a hassle and it drained me emotionally , since i need inspiration to write but there is something i have daily inspiration about which is writing on things  yes ! i know how to rant in a peaceful and angry way because it can be triggered and i can go either way excessive happiness or sadness and the only way i release it by yes ‘writing ‘

we are going to call this the on series 

so my non computer tech self will try her optimum best to design a new segment for this series insha Allah.

The series starts on 14th of may 2017 , this sunday that is

LONG LOST FRIEND

 My long lost friend contacted me last week

The friend that was wiped out of my earth

the friend who was not on the same continent as me

my friend who I last  saw in 2013

friends for almost a decade

our bond is strong I’d say

 we clicked and continued

as though we had been living in the same room

for the last two years

The one person I thought had forgotten me

the person I missed on lonely nights

of insomnia and sleeplessness

Oh if only Sameera charged her phone

LOL!

Hello Sameera, if you read this poem i love you,

If i am unable to be on wordpress it will most likely be because i will travel to Singapore soon, Thank You for reading, what do you think of my colour coding ?

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BYe!

Deported ?

A week ago, my mom and i were shopping at carrefour, for those of you who don’t know carrefour is like Walmart to Americans here in Jakarta. In all my stay in Indonesia, the thought of Indonesians being patient is something i will always carry with me. As they stay hours in traffic and other things. We went there on a Wednesday evening through the basement of Ambassador mall, we finally got done and went to the cashier section with our trolley, as we got there i had a feeling so i said let’s go to the other line, but she said no let us wait these ladies are almost done. As we were waiting in line, the first lady pushed her cart forward and started yelling at us, giving us a lecture on personal space, while her saliva was landing on our faces. My mother was beyond shocked when this lady’s sister also joined her in giving us a not so gentle lecture, pushing our trolley and even pushing my mom to the side, I was thinking xenophobia maybe. Suddenly she told us that she knows poor Somali North Africans like us who live in Indonesia without a Kitas (residence permit) and that she was going to get us deported. The most surprising thing about the incident was that we did not even go close to this lady, a few minutes later she paid the cashier and left after creating a ruckus. She really wanted to fight with us, apparently she had reported us to the nearby security who came to see our Kitas, while she stood outside. My mom being the ever patient person stood aside and pulled out her passport, see the thing is a diplomatic passport works wonders in this world. The security was embarrassed and started apologising when my mom got angry and started giving him her lecture on the fact that she would not be deported from this country, of all countries to be deported from, why will she chose Indonesia. I told him that we were here because my dad works for the embassy and we will leave on our own by next year before my Father’s term is over because to be honest Jakarta is not all that enjoyable to us anyways. Phew! what a ruckus, I actually thought that maybe she was deported from an English speaking country in the area say Singapore or Australia perhaps, because people over here speak Bahasa with a pinch of English.  My over-thinking self put to work right there. What an angry lady ! Bye