tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63161712012-01-12T08:33:03.870Z"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt!" - Sylvia PlathDahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.comBlogger871100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-77972167876580369312011-11-18T15:14:00.000Z2011-11-18T15:14:32.343Z

When I am busy, running around like a headless chicken is what I do best, and at the end of a long and tiring day I go over all that has happened and found that I accomplished next to nothing, in case I'm being harsh on myself I check my to-do list the following day and find that what I suspected the night before is the awful truth.  What on earth is going on? I started this post having decided

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-41144941167516420612011-10-31T01:38:00.001Z2011-10-31T02:19:48.052Z

How ridiculously diabolical! Its quite scary to think athat almost a year has flown by in that time I've made to move to another country have been back twice on holiday became a diver dropped about two dress sizes, but am still quite the miserable cow I've always been!!!  I'm glad to see that nothing has really changed. Coming back home on holiday I've seen the state my siblings are in and one

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-51668648683082114192010-11-30T23:26:00.002Z2010-12-01T15:34:57.228Z

An apt heading for today's Independent newspaper.  It is as you've probably guessed all about the infamous latest Wikileaks publication, or Cablegate as it has come to be known.  Apparently America really doesn't care about injustice in the Middle East. What a revelation. The argument that the publication of these cables could actually pose a threat to the lives of civilians (which ones?) is

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-27260190694156329132010-10-12T23:05:00.004Z2010-11-30T20:31:27.312Z

So today I tried to be productive, brought the ironing board up to my room, emptied out my scarf drawer and proceeded to iron.  ten minutes later father walks past the bedroom door and says, "Good on ya girl, trying to keep busy I see?"  "Yes" I reply with a faltering voice "Its the only thing I can to to keep me sane."  "Well then, if it is for the sake of your sanity, let me be of assistance."

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-62505098117097862572010-08-30T09:02:00.000Z2010-08-30T09:02:16.614Z

Overrated as it is, once experienced, most will love and miss it like a dear old friend. Others who find it not so easy to let go, synonymising the end of their youth with the atrophy of their bodies and withering of their minds and so understandably in the face of this frightful decline of their lives refuse to limit their association with this era to mere wistful reminiscing. Faced with

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-35392686500746041932010-05-28T18:52:00.002Z2010-05-28T18:52:45.953Z

There is change in the air folks! Later this year Allah willing I will ditch the oh-so familiar and yet unpredictable British weather for the relentless desert heat of the KSA.  As organised as I am I have compiled, constructed and organised lists for just about anything so I can be prepared for any eventuality.  This change has been a long time coming.  It’s been something that I’ve wanted to

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-75546585928405378492010-03-14T15:26:00.000Z2010-03-14T15:26:57.919Z

Thanks to a radiology consultant colleague of mine, I was not too long ago banished to an NHS Foundation Trust Londoners affectionately call Guy's and Tommies. Just for two weeks mind you, so that I may observe how they run their department, forge long lasting professional bonds and collaborate writing academic nursing articles with them after some time, his words not mine. In practical terms

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-59545302986952696222010-01-18T13:13:00.010Z2010-02-03T12:34:46.662Z

Well... After logging into blogger more times than I care to mention and forlornly looking at the many drafts saved in my posts page. I have decided to write something and publish it the same day. Well, here goes something real (like really bad). These past couple of months have more or less been nothing to write home about, the weddings have dwindled into nothing, although I made the decision

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-76747103284203442572009-10-25T02:02:00.002Z2010-01-21T13:16:54.644Z

Today is the second Sunday since the escape, and maybe, just maybe they'll make it past the lake. The three figures huddled down low by the edge of the thick woodland look like a part of the landscape as much as the pebbles scattered about the waterline of the dark imposing lake. The country of the fortunate, the revolutionary folk. They only have themselves to thank for the predicament they

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-43606019513077442032009-07-03T11:38:00.003Z2010-01-21T13:19:07.880Z

Like a bat from hell I fly down the stairs, my hijab, looking unusually winged this morning feverishly flaps behind me as if to give me that much needed boost. Needless to say, I am uncharacteristically late, running forty-five minutes behind schedule. When I run out of the front door, narrowly avoiding the Mothership with a steaming plate of laxoox inclusive of subag Soomali, tonnes of sonkor,

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-38710960449980784582009-06-03T22:12:00.006Z2010-01-21T13:22:09.254Z

After several unsuccessful attempts I have effectively forced myself to complete one entry before I lay my head to rest tonight.... I say rest, but for the past couple of nights my sleep has been disturbed and fretful. I can safely say it is due to my lack of concentration, my inability to find peace and be with myself at ease. Silence is deafening and the thoughts I fill my head up with are

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-66795131221007834052009-02-04T18:08:00.013Z2009-02-05T01:47:48.588Z

I know, I know. I'm late with the "Yay! It snowed like it has never snowed before for 18 years in London!" To make up for it I have included some badly taken shots of the winter wonderland.... Cue numero uno: Is it a snow angel or a snow demon? To be honest, the initial excitement was a bit too much to bear. After the obligatory snowball fights on our balcony at about 1 am that first

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-9746967503402433372009-01-27T17:47:00.005Z2009-01-27T18:09:57.589Z

It's that time again folks! 'Kweet niet wat ik er van kan doen! Geen idee hoe ik mezelf kan helpen... Alles is veels te lastig!Nowadays I feel like my title!I went to this wedding the other day out in West London. It had been little over 9 months since I last cut the rug on a Somali dancefloor. I felt out of place as soon as I arrived not quite being able to put my finger on why. After about

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-54652008700581027752009-01-04T03:47:00.002Z2009-01-04T03:50:01.792Z

After careful thinking the autor has decided to give this post a special warning rating of WG, women and only men accompanied by women are able to view the post, as some material might not be suited for them. Some of the material may be seen as offensive to a particular gender and careful explanation of the finer points are needed. The autor has decided in this case, she is not able to delve

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Churning them out one after the other!This has me thinking...My thoughts lie with the question of when if ever is quantity better than quality? How about when one is with futile effort attempting making up for lost time and lost posts.Sometimes I feel that if I do not document what I am feeling at a particular time, that feeling will be lost to me, as if setting in motion a terrible and

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-35742896525163070962008-12-21T20:30:00.002Z2008-12-21T21:09:02.458Z

Lately I have been stuck, unable to find a suitable topic to write about. I stumbled onto this link today for a site called the creativity portal, they have this intresting little tool called the imagination prompt.... A little godsend for me!!! Hurrah!So... Here goes nothing.When I'm angry I....do or become one of two things. If the person or situation that has made me angry is dear to me I

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-91076520513887735562008-12-19T22:07:00.002Z2008-12-19T22:19:09.648Z

Time for another post, hopefully this one more meaninful than the one before. In my travels as a nurse I have come across many people. None that have inspired me more than this young man with the most extraordinary spirit.He suffers from sickle cell disease and has been admitted with the worst crisis he has ever experienced just before Eid Al Adha, lost 26kgs since then and has just been told

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-3995581404212970592008-11-02T00:04:00.005Z2008-11-02T01:19:50.634Z

So.... I've been watching Def Poetry on youtube... And an hour into my scoffing, giggling, goosebumping and aweing I am actually feeling pretty profound. I want to write something profound. I want to put pen to paper, words on lips and turn small insignificant thoughts to larger than life realities and produce a piece of poetry so intense, so facetious, so insightful and so worthy of praise. I

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-49158240326771278002008-10-15T12:10:00.002Z2008-10-15T13:23:04.798Z

Well here I am again, updating because I feel bad for having a blog that is not fulfilling it's purpose in life..... No, that's a lie, I'm really updating because narcisistically I need to put my thoughts to keyboard, hammer out my latest brainwaves and send it out into cyberworld for those 0.25 people who actually read it.Another major change took place in my life, hence the timing. I just

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-3976307458149553362008-06-02T22:42:00.002Z2008-06-02T23:20:29.527Z

Do you want to see a group of cynical people?A bunch of individuals who are able to see the potential drug dealer and murderer in an infant?JOIN THE NHS!No really, today has just been one of those days. I have beyond all odds completed a 13 hour shift in majors and resus, done about a gazillion transfers to the Emergency Assessment Unit, the Observation Ward and the Coronary Care Unit, managed

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-12065789404746285432008-05-24T19:46:00.011Z2008-05-24T20:55:14.074Z

One thing that I found so significant that it stuck with me through my training is when I read about the importance of a diagnosis. When a someone is diagnosed with a certain condition after numerous instances of being prodded and poked, and having parts of them scrutinised under microscope (sometimes quite literally). There is an overwhelming sense of relief, the relief that firstly there is a

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-65751698127681958052008-05-17T20:11:00.005Z2008-05-17T21:59:25.756Z

A new post is long overdue mainly because of the many things all my senses have been assaulted with.I am officially a working gal now (have been of several months), an ER nurse to be precise. Now I get to experience daily assaults on my eyes (indecent exposure), ears (foul language), nose (foul everything else) and skin (backsplash you do not wish to know about)It is not all that bad though, it

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-8336179968220736312008-04-17T22:14:00.000Z2008-04-17T22:36:21.529Z

"Today's session will be all about trying to get into the head of those whose actions we intensely dislike!"Does she wake up in the morning wondering what she'll be that day? Happy, sad, angry, unreasonable, downcast, upset, psychotic, responsible, loving, or all of the above?Does she rearrange things in order of importance in her brain? Herself, boyfriend, friends, stalkees, enemies, ignoring

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-35045547659440915412007-11-13T15:25:00.000Z2008-01-16T02:00:43.117Z

Oh, how loaded with sarcasm is that title?Don't get me wrong! Once upon a time we did get along... for a bit... I might have been in that age range at the time but I soon grew out of it and into my "I am so much more mature than anything walking on the earth’s surface, do not speak to me until you have successfully gone through puberty." I think I was 4 years old at the time. Kids,

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-20946193645071147032007-11-07T20:09:00.001Z2007-11-09T22:25:59.488Z

On a whim I decided to add a "compare people" application on my facebook. Lo and behold I had been voted: The Most Desired for Marriage out of all my friends. Granted the 'survey' isn't exactly of a robust nature, but it does not fail to leave me a bit disillusioned by the way my friends and acquaintances view me. It would have been a whole lot more exiting if I had been voted to be the

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-16575906918275348322007-10-17T18:13:00.000Z2007-11-01T22:21:01.844Z

What am I grateful for?My sanity. Although I'd be forgiven for thinking that being less than sane might be somewhat of a blessing as it tends to relieve one from life's many arduous responsibillities. This little counter argument tends to disappear as soon as it materialises, mainly due to the lack of direction (plausible direction that is) that individuals tend to have when a couple of

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-24753883889791851082007-10-15T22:46:00.000Z2007-10-15T23:01:22.750Z

I havent felt inspired enough to write anything lately. This doesn't mean to say nothing has happened! Old bonds rekindled, friends lost and found, near ones wrenched away, badly patched broken hearts, no more school, debt. So much pent up frustration ---> balled fists and salty tears. Permanently confused about feelings and how to act. Desperately wanting something yet lacking motivation

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-66524160708832992962007-08-02T20:45:00.001Z2007-08-02T21:36:59.996Z

I've had enough of it!Enough of moaning about my so called nearly-quarter-life-crises (not crisis but crisEs, because things are ten times worse with me...)Having finished my final 13 week work placement, one thing that has been constantly bugging me is this naivety that seems to be ingrained in me. I have had 1.5 years of work placements and yet I have not come to grips with adult interactions

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-36877654647225425132007-06-21T21:44:00.001Z2007-07-31T14:27:55.799Z

I have officialy been informed that I have passed all my assignments and that I am about 37.5 hours of clinical practice away from gaining my pin!On the bad side, I might have had a change of heart with regards to my careers path. I was what you could call a bit ill informed when I chose to pursue a career in nursing. If ever I hear the words "assistance with ADls" once more I will do something

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-56544018924858335772007-06-19T09:56:00.000Z2007-06-19T10:00:03.073Z

Things have just been going from bad to worse lately. two assigments due in tomorrow neither finished. I may have an adult form of ADHD, I know a hundred percent that clinical nursing is not the job for me, my sister has not even finished uni and she already has a full time job in line, the other one is spending three months in Egypt, and everybody I know is getting married. To say the least my

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-37976196833338886212007-04-13T16:36:00.000Z2007-04-15T21:24:03.517Z

This semi-hiatus from the blogger world I am experiencing with short lived and pathetically absurd entries worthy of a Pure Shite Award, my chronic inabillity to comment on my favourite blogs, and crazy 24hr long fixation on my facebook account leaves me somewhat depressed and unable to muster the energy to change my tempate! "What?" I hear you yell. Yes that's right folks Dahab cannot muster the

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-43930114904692428882007-04-02T13:03:00.000Z2007-04-03T07:20:13.124Z

This story is dedicated to the memory of William MaudlinR.I.PWilliam"The smartest hamster in the world"8th December 2005- 22nd February 2007You will be sorely missed my little dudeEnjoy sunflower seed mountainWilliam was a nervous and shy little fellow, and unlike his eager peers with their little wet noses and shiny eyes, he hated change with a passion. Throughout his duration in The Hamster

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-52546313476603485702007-03-29T07:26:00.000Z2007-03-29T07:30:25.209Z

I now know the feeling of being truly broke so you can't afford contact lenses therefore you have to stick with your geeky glases, working so much overtime that you don't have time for schoolwork, and finding yourself less that exited over passing your driving test because it means you'll have to find the finances with all that come with purchasing a car and running it. Work is a whole 'nother

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-71688180718501274782007-03-14T09:38:00.000Z2007-04-13T18:21:20.755Z

For lack of knowing what to write I have decided to donate a picture from my flickr account to my blog (I know, can I get any lazier?)

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-79916016746724624322007-02-28T23:51:00.000Z2007-03-02T12:24:06.783Z

It seems that she has issues with other people’s property, to say the least. She seems to be fixated on clothes in particular. It isn’t the sneaky kind of fixation where one would “borrow” an item and return it in the cover of darkness at night, and the rightful unknowing owner would pick it up from the shelf the next day whistling a jolly tune. The behaviour shown by her has been more in the

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-35233730535247193092007-02-13T07:26:00.000Z2007-02-11T20:54:57.024Z

Its been ages since my last post, been busy at uni and my soul isn't tormented enough for it to be inspired to write a crappy story. Not meaning that life has been bliss over here in the "souf eas'". It's been bloody miserable I tell you. I spent six forlorn weeks in hospital waking up at ungodly hours to get there in time before the first lot are doubly incontinent. What a life. And people do

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-64755039184231436052006-12-13T22:54:00.000Z2006-12-14T15:15:36.620Z

04:30 AMOpening a tin of outdated beans he takes great care not to spill any of the foul smelling goo on the carpeted kitchen floor. "Oh heck, it doesn't really matter anymore" he thinks as he takes a swish from his 3 day old own brand cola bottle, whilst eyeing up the least putrid looking pan left discarded on the stove. The flat is ruined, and there are five strangers sleeping in his bed, on

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-18041542831689613102006-11-21T21:34:00.000Z2006-11-30T22:52:15.913Z

Stress relieving pigs were given out today at waterloo station to the tube rats. I didn't get one because I'm a bus bunny so in our coffee break I dragged Mon and got two! So a class mate said "you aint alowed to eat pigs" (wanting to have them for themselves) to which I replied "we aint allowed to eat them but there aint no rule stating that we can't squeeze them!"

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-51557340870149420252006-11-16T16:56:00.000Z2006-11-30T22:50:17.793Z

Feels like home. I board the bus and look around for seats whilst pretending to not look at the same time.In London I probably wouldn’t get on a full bus but here it’s a different story.The bus won’t move an inch until it’s packed to the brim. A man attempts to catch my eye and tries make the decision easier for me.I ignore him. Taking the corner seat at the back, I try not to take notice of

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-8126332808970704082006-11-15T16:03:00.000Z2007-01-14T22:01:15.870Z

Waiting at a bus stop, wondering whether to sit down and cross my legs or to stand up and consciously not fold my arms across my chest at all costs, I decide to pace the length of the bus stop and keep on the lookout for my husband to be.A woman, lets call her Fraulein Heimlich stares at me, I feel strangely flattered as she most probably is loving my new H&M bag and subconsciously is noting that

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-74194434916866813692006-10-20T20:56:00.000Z2006-10-20T20:57:18.096Z

It’s too early, it’s too dark and it’s about 6 am and naturally it’s about the time I get on public transport. I have been forced against my will to sleepwalk out of bed so I can attend a long day shift at my teaching hospital... As I climb onto the top deck of the bus my mother’s voice reverberates in my head screaming abuse at me. It goes something like “FORNICATORS, DRUG DEALERS AND

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-1160503911199608862006-10-10T18:11:00.000Z2006-10-10T18:11:51.213Z

Imagine this.The first time you heard him you were walking back from your campus' local AMT with your banana milk steamer, and as you approached the turning you heard it, a voice so soulful it made the the little hairs on the back of you neck stand on end. A Stevie Wonder classic, but to you it could have been anything. Trying to balance your hot paper cup and your humungous bag you fished out

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-1159433713915874782006-09-28T08:49:00.000Z2006-09-28T08:55:13.920Z

.flickr-photo { }.flickr-frame { float: right; text-align: center; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } What's the time Mr. Wolf?, originally uploaded by Dahab. My canary yellow alarm clock (it looks blue cos of the tweaking), I bought it because it looks so retro, and its cute. I dont ever use this though as the constant ticking

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-1159433131866235002006-09-28T08:29:00.000Z2006-09-28T08:45:31.880Z

Another day, another post. Also another day in the month of Ramadan, and another day in which I yearn those years a long time ago when I felt that "ramadan spirit" in the air.Yesterday, Najax and I went traipsing around south London, to find her a set top box so she could have freeview, and this guy who took a liking to us in Comet, tried to sell us some overpriced £120 box in which you could get

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-1159217856371670962006-09-25T20:57:00.000Z2006-09-25T20:57:36.463Z

I'm going to recycle an old post from a previous blog.... Excuse my lazynessLast night you sensed it when you entered the room, something didn't seem right, it could have been how your biro was balancing on top of the huge stack of unfinished paperwork, or the way your duvet hung of the side of your bed.... You chose to ignore it then, and now you're paying with your sanity.It's 43 minutes past 1

Dahabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02202335862417829049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316171.post-1158095564776095022006-09-12T20:35:00.000Z2006-09-12T21:12:45.870Z

It's about time that I updated my blog again with oodles of non information that happens to pertain to my boring life. I practically worked non-stop at the commie shop that I am enslaved to in Oxford street over the holidays. On Sunday during team talk which is held about 15 min before the shop is opened under close scrutiny by the pathetic no hopers that we have to refer to as customers. Our

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If you wish to cry, pick up a tabloid, such as the The Sun and shed a bucket load of tears over a dismal excuse for a "newspaper" which is read by the majority of Britons. It is also read by primary school children, not because it is in the national curriculum (nothing surprises me anymore) but because it is at the reading age level of a 7 year old. But if you feel like laughing your silly wobbly

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Anon in my previous post said I should tag someone else to do a list of ten AMAZING things about themselves the only two people that seem to read my blog are either the already tagged or have tagged themselves I am gonna ask Blue Epocha to do a list of ten AMAZING things about herself. Good luck hun it aint as easy as it sounds....

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So here I am.... Firefly challenged me to write ten amazing things about myself. This may take a while....1. Encouraging2. Loving3. Tries to see good in people4. Mother Nature's daughter (hippie at heart)5. Well intentioned6. Creative7. Amazing at cat/fist fights8. Agony aunt9. Great negotiator10. Incredible teeth(above list compiled by my sister Nimo and me)My sister couldn't come up with 10

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Your IQ Is 100Your Logical Intelligence is Below AverageYour Verbal Intelligence is ExceptionalYour Mathematical Intelligence is ExceptionalYour General Knowledge is AverageA Quick and Dirty IQ Test

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Came back from Lecicester on Monday and needed a couple of days to recover. Subhan'Allah it'll probably be the most memorable thing I'll do this entire year. The sense of belonging was strengthenend with every new person I met, not having to explain my beliefs to each and every person but having the opportunity to discuss issues that affects us as an ummah and as young muslim women made my day. I

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The numerous beads hanging from fixtures in my bedroom serve no more than to uphold the sad illusion that I am a bohemian chick. The huge marrocan style basket I use for my numerous headscarves in the corner which I got for 1 pound at the communist shop that I work at. It was reduced from 30 pounds and they probably picked it up for a fiver at Camden and it was made in Burma for about 50 pence

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jazaakAllah Kharyan to firefly and native female my sis got into UEL to do journalism so its all good Alhamdulillah. Next stop Leceister International Da'wah Conference next week Y'all!!!!Whohooooooo!

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SubhannAllah, Its that time again, my little sis is having her A-level results out today she's in the shower as we speak and getting ready to receive the news, there are so many things I want to tell her and prep her for, but it'll be the usual grunts before she gets ready to face the world. Although I am not sure if I should tell her to get The Guardian on her way to college so she can start on

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I have almost become unfamiliar to colds now, I haven't experienced one in ages and two nights ago when I felt it coming on I put a loo roll on my bedside cabinet for all the good that would do(!) I woke up several times that night each time finding my thumb inside my nose in a futile attempt to block it all up. Oh, and I keep having apocalyptic dreams, I've always had them but they seem to be

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I have to talk less about what I am gonna do an talk more about what I am doing, but that would just fuck me up to the point of insanity, so I'll just leave that for now.Everybody around me is getting married and I feel like im getting left on the shelf. Kate read my palm yesterday on the Northern Line between Tooting Broadway and Kennington. She said that my main relationship will begin in my

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This is the work of the devil. http://vpcenter.org/Submission.wmv

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Amongst the countless forwarded emails in my inbox, I came across this one message that encouraged me to write this entry. On my days off I sit lethargically on my living room sofa and flick through the countless channels on the one-eyed devil. The light of the room soft and mellow all day and ever changing until the harsh energy saving light bulb flickers to life at night, and reminds me that

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Woe betide me.

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(De Gluurbuur) "Nou! Dat is niet normaal he! Dat is abnormaal he! Ik kan het niet geloven man! Gatverdomme!"Ha! My sister came over last night and we spent half the night watching Garden State (Zach Braff, Natalie Portman, Peter Sasgaard) and The Jacket (Adrian Brodie and Keira Knightly) Then we spent the other half of the night on youtube watching old Dutch TV programmes we used to watch as kids

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Tada! C'est fini mes amis! I will wear it to death (when winter comes) and make it a family heirloom. hehehe!

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Well I can say that I achieved one of my goals, I was proactive on Saturday to say the least :P but I will haveto reset the other goal for this week: I need to ensure that I revise sufficiently for this coming exam....AND drumroll..... I am gonna apply for medicine for the next school year, it'll be a new beginning to an old story and I am hoping this time the ending will be different.:)

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I've taken up knitting again, started today as you can see by the huge gaping holes. If you have keen eyes you may have also noticed my N*E*R*D(*) hand sign, I feel goofy now, but WTH thats just me.In time I will acquire a bag that proudly proclaims "PROUD TO KNIT IN PUBLIC"

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Ahoy!So here I am forcefully downing a cup of Twinings chamomile tea and staring a picture of Mos Def in The Londoner, I notice that one of my favourite artists has sparsely populated eyebrows like me…I have changed my template yet again. I feel this must be some sort of reflection on the various levels, nooks and crannies, lower ground upper penthouse and dodgy alleyways I enter and/or quickly

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I FINISHED MY PLACEMENT TODAY!Today was the last day of my cardio-thoracic surgical ward placement. The end of a short but lenghty stay went out with a bang with me running my own team alongside Eva the HCA (healthcare assistant) I did the job of a registered nurse literally by my self today! (Eva was a great help of course!!!!!!) Obviously I didnt administer medication on my own, especially not

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So then, This is what happened..... Our eyes met for a split second across a not so crowded carriage on the tube. I looked away, and so did you. I didn't take a a second look, I'm a good child, I am.I leaned back against the wall and rested my peacockblue covered head against the pole. Watching the flashing lights in the darkened tunnel from my window, I heard the familiar melody of somali music

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Tii Ayaan Xersi wii ceeboowdey.... Iyadada waxaas oo dhan isku keentay... IstubidhadAnywho, there I was in St. James's Wing waiting for the only available loo of the three to become vacant as one is "locked" and the other has barely survived a vicious attack of it's seat and lid being shattered into dozens of sharp fragments, when this British Ellen DeGeneres enters the toilets complete with the

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So my name is Deeqa and I have no inkling as to why I am doing this degree, we have nothing in common, I have no money and no prospects of getting a decently paid job unless I do what I promised my parents I would do.My dad is disappointed in me, I know that because he told me. I feel that I am at a crossroads and I have about 200 too many options, one main thing thats holding me back is the

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I have just discovered the most incredible thing.It goes way back to my primary school days in Holland, I think I was in year 8 (secondary school starts in year 9) when we had to prepare class reports on our subject of choice. Two guys (one was definitely Doan Ibrahimi from Macedonia, dont remember who the other guy was) in my class decided to do theirs on the theory of flight and and the ins and

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I'm on a roll here children!On Mayday I will be starting my Cardiothoracic surgical ward placement... I'm starting to get scared now like I always do before a placement. This time seems worse though because the last time since I was on a "proper" ward was last year july that was a surgical ward too. Since then I've been on A&E over christmas last year and then a community placement with the

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Well?Have you?You know... That Old Somali Guy... Outside the John Lewis department store in Oxford Street, London. I'm sure you must know who I'm talking about, he is an amputee in a wheelchair, looks tired of the world, has a starbucks cup out on the ground in front of him, and he plays the same old miserable tune on his wooden recorder till he's out of breath.I am not sure if he's there every

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I think I may be going through a depressive phase again. Or it just may be that time of the month again... Or both. I always have those strange periods in my life, it is usually triggered by something majorly negative, I never outwardly display it, I think it would infect people, I wouldnt like that. People do notice though and they ask, I dont lie about it but just tell them that I am feeling

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I feel Somali now....

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About time I did a new post dunno what to write about, I sorta feel like I am obligated to write something distinctly Somali. But who am I to do that I havent even felt like I am Somali since Jan when I went to that wedding in West London (a hunge disappointment - a gathering of bejaarde mannen)Ikram, Warda and I saw The Dark today in good ol'Peckham, my conclusion from that "horror" was that you

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Some flowers dying in the kitchen window, pretty soon I'll have to carry the corpses out. I'm dreading that. Warda's plimsolls, little does she know they'll be mine soon...

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I know I have said this before but I am indeed back again after cavorting with the idea of having other blogs on countless websites.I think I can now confidently say no blogging community beats blogspot, not diaryland altough it was my first love, when I was at that innocent age where everything seemed so twinkly, floaty and filled with little drops of goodness to the days where I discovered the

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Well... I am back now more than a year later and quite a few things have changed. I unfortunately am not doing medicine any longer, I am studying nursing now... Can't say I like it very much, its just something to pass the time before I get married to my rich husband and I can shop to my little heart's content (Allah, help me if I ever end up like this). My little sister s finally starting

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hello everyone nice to be back!Nothings much has happened to to me the little in big london apart from the fact I have decided that the love affair between me and the staff discount at new look is OVER no matter how much I hate working in the damn place the only reason I stay to work there is the staff discount. Who would want to say no to 50%? Not me well now it is me. But I have decided to

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How I wish I was somewhere else right now far from this godforsaken campus in this museum cum library filled with expertly dissected human remains, The Gordon Museum or the Freak of nature Museum as I'd like to call it. Second and third years use it as an expert reference guide for pathological studies in medicine. First years for the first 2 months attend every-so-often in hordes to marvel at

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Woman was made from the rib of man. She was not created from his head to top him, nor from his feet to be stepped upon. She was made from his side to be close to him, from beneath his arm to be protected by him, and near his heart to be loved by him.Such a beautiful quote

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That is it. I am oficcially failing medicine now...I am sitting in the comp room absolutely devestated wishing I could run into someones arms cry my heart out and go back to uni and find out it was one humongous mistake and I did pass all my incourse assessments.I am going to have to have more faith in Allah and haul my ass away from the TV screen and study like everyone else does. Is that the

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War Photographer.In his darkroom he is finally alonewith spools of suffering set out in ordered rows.The only light is red and softly glows,as though this were a church and hea priest preparing to intone a Mass.Belfast. Beirut. Phnom Penh. All flesh is grass.He has a job to do.Solutions slop in traysbeneath his hands which did not tremble thenthough seem to now. Rural England. Home againto

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Tell me what did you learn today.You've got to be careful with other people's feelings when you write, when you tap into your anger you tap into other people's pain. Everybody's childhood is individual and everybody's childhood is filled with pain somehow. The amazing thing is most of us come out unscathed, there is the few who are unable to deal, haven't learnt to deal, with their past, and

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I have just opened an account on writing.com yay! I am oficially a casual writer!!!!

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Today is boring, as a matter of fact the past few days have been boring as hell, I didn't have to go to uni and am waiting for an email from my course director for a glimmer of hope of getting out and doing the extra workshops she'd promsed. No news yet. Now I m at home alone, cut off from the world in my room listening to radio 4, (a bunch of middle classed people chatting about everything and

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Asalaamu Alaykum everyone!! This is my first blog ever and insha'Allah it will be a good one in more ways than one. I used to have one on diaryland, for quite a while but it got a bit tedious, and my little sis, naima recommmended me to gt a blog and so i did.

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under construction

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