Say Nothing, See Nothing & Do Nothing

Last night I went out for that Arabian Shwarma deal. AaTey
saaTh hee, my voice began to leave me. Aaj we went for
Afghani kababs. ITna rush THa kai we ended up sitting out-
side on the sidewalk. Aik Tou Thand, uper say Oos bhee gir
rahi Thee. The result, I have now lost my voice completely.

* Takes a bow *

After dinner my family has been having fun at my expense.
Aik aik kar kay, Godfather movie meiN, Marlon Brando kay
sarey dailogue unn ko sunai: "Then You did not want to be
my friend...now you turn to me and say ’Godfather! help me!’".

A few months ago, I cut my index finger and couldn’t use it
for awhile. I had no idea, how much I needed it, until then. I
couldn’t tie my laces, button-up my shirts, slice an apple,
type, comb my hair, brush my teeth, tie a knot, or open a
door, without being reminded of my wounded finger.

I have ten fingers and I believe I need all of them to function.
Just like now, I can’t go out the door and yell at some folks
to turn down the radio, cuz I have no voice. Sometimes, I lie
on my bed and close my eyes, real tight, and imagine what
it’d be like, to be blind. It is terrifying. I don’t even wanna
think about what I’d do. Would I kill myself, rather then spend
the rest of my life in total darkness ?.

I can’t say. I hope I am stronger than that...I pray I never
have to find out.