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In my dreadful orange sweater, half open mouth unable to breathe through my nostrils with a temperature barely over 27C, decide to do something about my blog.
Everytime I come here to update, I find myself redirecting to another site because of my layout.
InshAllah I'll be back soon with a new layout and a better health!

Friday the 13th

Qouting Wikipedia "A Friday occurring on the 13th day of any month is considered to be a day of bad luck in English and Portuguese-speaking cultures around the globe. Similar superstitions exist in some other traditions. In Greece and Spain, for example, Tuesday the 13th takes the same role. The fear of Friday the 13th is called paraskavedekatriaphobia "

I guess the bad luck did the opposite effect on the Asian Subcontinent, specially for our dear Bangladesh.

I wake up with a call from an auntie telling me that Dr. Md Yunus got Nobel prize. First thing I do is look up that info in the net. Realising it's true he got the Nobel prize, which made me jump of joy. Thinking Unlce will be coming to Sweden, and maybe I will be able to meet him after hearing so much about him from my parents. But then when I look closely I realise he got the Peace prize, by The Norwegian Nobel Committee and he'll be going to Norway instead. Which made me startle a bit, as I was expecting him to get the Nobel prize in Economics, in his field.
For me as a Swede I feel ashamed that The Swedish Nobel Committee missed a great opportunity to recognize a great man like him. But as a Bangali I feel very proud, and as a Chittagonian I feel even more excited. And the fact that I get to brag a bit about my parents knowing him, just lighten ups my day! (I sound like a kid!)

Then another triumph though an expected one, Bangladesh's cricket team wins over Zimbabwe with 101 runs. Joss!! Made me forget the West Indies game.. (chi chi chi, shame on you!)

Night of Laylatul Baraat..

Today falls the night of Laylatul Baraat or as we call Shab E Baraat. Some years ago I got to know that our Arab brothers and sisters don't recognize the night in the same way as we, the "desi" people do. According to some of the scholars, there is nothing mentioned about Shab E Barat in the Q'uraan. So as a youngster and thinking that I know "everything" and "everyone", I fought against my mum saying I wont pray for Shab E Barat. Well, that turned into a unfortunate war, now thinking back; was it my loss or my mothers loss?

Anyway I am still unsure about this night, but I guess I will pray... No harm in praying right? Plus I don't want my mother running around the house and yelling; "Nastiq! Nastiq!"

Update

I heard my mother talking on the phone with an auntie and saying that Shab E Baraat prayers aren't fard. apparently she heard that in the news... So I wonder myself if she prayed?! Don't dare to ask..

Blood phobia?

I got a nasty cut on my finger while making a canvas. I could see the "meat" under the skin!
First I was all calm, went up to show my sister my cut as it looked ugly. Then went for the savlon and bandage, meanwhile climbing up the stairs I started to get dizzy. Reaching the bathroom I fell/sat on the floor as my legs couldn't hold me anymore, I didn't faint but all of a sudden my blood pressure got low.
You know how in cartoons when the character gets hit on the head and it start to see stars, birds etc. Well I thought I was seeing the twilight and two Adibas. Anyway suddenly I started sweating and I just couldn't take it anymore... "Cover the damn thing up!!!" Shouting impatiently to my father.

Anyway, after thinking I realised I have a classic case of blood phobia, but why all of a sudden? I didn't have problems before. I loved going to the nurses for blood test and then bragging about how much blood they took from me. And now I'm all of a sudden blood phobic? And I thought I knew myself enough...

Monsoon in Sweden

feet in the rain
Originally uploaded by amybethvan.

One thing I miss in Sweden is the monsoon rain, when it rains here it's mostly grey and rains very slowly. Nothing like the monsoon rain that pours down in speed.

Today I managed to feel the monsoon here, I was only out for a minute and got soaked top to toe. People at the store was just looking at me and probably thinking: "The poor thing..."

But the most funny thing was that the water got high besides the sidewalk, so noway of passing without getting your shoes all wet. Me and this lady needed to cross the road, so she said; "Lets go over bare feet, no need of ruining the shoes..."
So both of us went around bare feet in the rain.

I couldn't visit the monsoon in Bangladesh, so I guess the monsoon came to me.