Absolutely amazing, the cats as small landlords on the curb, collecting no rent but gladly accepting tuna. I laughed out loud. And then the mental spreadsheet opens and the whole tone shifts, gently, carefully, the way a real mind moves between joy and logistics and love and uncertainty. Yellow means pending. Yellow means we don't know yet. That is such a precise, quiet kind of dread. Held lightly but held.
The hospitality you need to train for. Not courtesy, obligation, spiritual, ancestral. The social shields of a small amount of food on the plate, a cup of chai always in hand. The daughter-in-law arriving from abroad, already preparing, already learning, already showing up with her whole self. Thank you for allowing us to be part of it. The street, the cats, the iced matcha through a closed window, Pakistan in a spreadsheet, Pashto greetings, and the whole thing landing on Inshallah like a door left open. May the yellow turn green. MashaAllāh, my friend. 🇵🇰🇦🇫❤️❤️❤️🫶🏻🥰✨️🌹
Thank you so much my friend! And sorry for the late reply! I’m so glad that you’ve picked up on all those ideas, especially the cats and the hospitality! All the best,
My pleasure, my friend. Never apologise, habibti. Always worth the wait. And how could anyone miss the cats, they were running the whole street. MashaAllāh on you, always.
Absolutely amazing, the cats as small landlords on the curb, collecting no rent but gladly accepting tuna. I laughed out loud. And then the mental spreadsheet opens and the whole tone shifts, gently, carefully, the way a real mind moves between joy and logistics and love and uncertainty. Yellow means pending. Yellow means we don't know yet. That is such a precise, quiet kind of dread. Held lightly but held.
The hospitality you need to train for. Not courtesy, obligation, spiritual, ancestral. The social shields of a small amount of food on the plate, a cup of chai always in hand. The daughter-in-law arriving from abroad, already preparing, already learning, already showing up with her whole self. Thank you for allowing us to be part of it. The street, the cats, the iced matcha through a closed window, Pakistan in a spreadsheet, Pashto greetings, and the whole thing landing on Inshallah like a door left open. May the yellow turn green. MashaAllāh, my friend. 🇵🇰🇦🇫❤️❤️❤️🫶🏻🥰✨️🌹
Thank you so much my friend! And sorry for the late reply! I’m so glad that you’ve picked up on all those ideas, especially the cats and the hospitality! All the best,
My pleasure, my friend. Never apologise, habibti. Always worth the wait. And how could anyone miss the cats, they were running the whole street. MashaAllāh on you, always.