An Ode to Imran

How I miss my long lost friend.
He has deserted me in the throes of Elmhurst,
Here I sit thinking about our precious days and nights together.
How I dream of chicken makhni, A&W, and Baskin Robbins.
Oh, were he to call me someday or just acknowledge my existence,
That would be fantastic.

Imran, dearest friend as can be.

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This is perhaps the greatest poem written amongst all the great literary works of our time. And it was written by none other than AJ.

AJ was compelled to such...hmm...compelling words due to recent Imran-Withdrawal Syndrome. This epidemic, unfortunately, has become a widespread phenomena due to sheer craziness at work. Actually, I shouldn't even be updating my blog as I should instead spend this time 1) working or 2) sleeping. Sigh. Such has been my life lately. Alhamdullilah for what I have, mashaAllah (I'm not complaining); but it has been pretty intense. Then again, there are millions of people out there who'd do anything to have a job, so I guess I should just shut up now about it. Again, mashaAllah & SubhanAllah for what's been given to me. May Allah accept it as ibadah and fill it with baraqa.

Ironically enough, the other Ahmed in my life texted me (all in caps, mind you) his own version of eloquent words: THIS IS F-ING RIDICULOUS!!! I'M NOT JUST SOME FRIEND THAT U CAN SEE ONCE A MONTH!!! I F-ING BROKE MY ANKLE LAST NIGHT AND ONLY ONE THING CAN MAKE IT BETTER--U!!!

Sure, different style, but breath-taking regardless. I'm still exploring the spiritual undertones and symbolism it ambigously contains. In the meantime, draw your own conclusions.

Anyhow, this blog entry started b/c I just had to share those profound words from AJ. Its depth is unmeasurable. Its wisdom is awe-inspiring. Its love is reciprocated. Its sense of truth is undeniable, much like my hotness and much like my desire for eating Baskin Robbins with AJ.

Shakespeare has left the building...