Cutest Kid We Met

We barely like every kid we see....honestly speaking. Yeah, our heart just doesn't melt at the sight of every little kid that comes across our path.

Last night, Nadzy and I somehow ended up talking about this little boy who used to live next door. Faizan, was by far the cutest kid we met till now. Nadzy told me that one of our cats Sam ran outside the house and there on the road Faizan saw him and he started petting Sam.

Nadzy then took him and Faizan became very friendly with the kittys and picked a few cats. He was the sweetest and friendliest kid ever. He used to visit us a lot. He liked talking to Ammi and looking at the cats at our place. He used to enjoy being in our house somehow.

He was the little angel. And he loved chocolates that Ammi used to keep for him. Sadly, he then left our neighborhood. We heard his mom took him back. And we haven't seen him since then. But we do miss him and hope he would grow up to be a gentleman with a good heart.

How much is too much?

I haven’t been in a very good mood today, so I thought why not write something on Taliban. Yesterday they kidnapped 500 students. How do they manage to do all this in somebody else’s country? That’s actually a mind-boggling question.

There are in the newspapers every day. Sometimes they are even being killed. I don’t know if that’s good news. The other day I read that an infant died as there was no water. His parents were getting away from the damn area on foot. Since there was no water, the baby died. He was 2 month old. The lovers of Taliban can call it anything, but I call it murder.

I have been thinking if dysfunctional is the right word for them. Or they are just plain crazy. They persecute in the name of religion. They say that they are on some sort of jihad. Of course they are trying to prove something, which only they can decipher themselves.

Few months ago, they also flogged a female in Swat. And the way those men were holding that female…that was quite weird. Everything about them is so weird. And yet these lunatics have some kind of support.

It seems we have a set of mad people who are trying hard to tell us something. It’s like…we have some questions…we don’t have any answer…and there are some really dangerous crazy people out there who just love to kill, kidnap, & torture others who aren’t following them.

Since I don’t like them at all, it doesn’t matter how my words are taken.