My dad, baffled, a week ago: Yasminay, how can you be my daughter, and not know how to multi-task?Me: I’m sorry, but I just think there’s just something wrong with the idea of cooking chicken and eating ice cream at the same time.
This was after he came home from the grocery store and gleefully presented […]

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randomness, to make up for the insanely long posts down there
“So,” asks a girl who’s known me on an acquaintance level for a year by now, “do you go by Yasmine or Jasmin?”
I raise an eyebrow (I do a lot of this, in case you haven’t noticed). “Let me put it this way,” I say. […]

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(This one is for LA, who emailed me recently to say she had thought of me while cell-phone shopping, and who struggles far more than I could ever even know. Much love, peace, and strength to you, always.)
“given a chance to truly express yourself, you can change the world.” (well, so says the box, at […]

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jazak’Allah khayr for the memories…
- of my primary email account, which must have broken any and all existing records in going over the maximum limit dozens of times over the past few months, and my cell phone bill, which should make me cringe when it arrives any day now.
- of a mother who may not […]

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one more day til d-day
Wish you all lived in the Bay.
Website’s still pretty rough, but at this point I don’t think it really matters. Read the bios. Interesting stuff.
Did I realize the overwhelming amount of work this was going to be when I agreed, months back, to help organize this? I don’t think so. But […]

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I was still eleven years old when we moved away from the Bay Area, and I promised myself that when I grew up and had children of my own, we’d always live in one place. I promised myself that they wouldn’t have to deal with the self-consciousness, the uncertainties, the resentment that constant moving presented, […]

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duh. (and your brain stops working when you pull all-nighters.)
Yasmine: i’m so bitter
S: and why is that?
Yasmine: i hate writing papers
Yasmine: it’s so stupid
Yasmine: they should have a major that’s all about drawing crayon pictures
Yasmine: the crayola major!
S: lol
S: it’s called art class
Yasmine: oh yeah

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Once in a while, I feel like doing something random. As the family’s resident Rebel Child Extraordinaire, I do have an image to uphold, ya know. So today, because I had somehow managed to leave home earlier than usual, I decided to kill time by exiting the freeway about fifteen miles into my drive. I […]

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my daddy, the geranium man
J: come back!!!
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Auto response from Yasmine: i say everyone should have a cool father who has awesome ideas like, “Let’s go have a picnic on the lawn!” ;-)
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J: oh man, that dad is cool
J: is he yours?

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I know you probably have a “Surah Ya-Seen day” once in a while, too. You may call it something else, but I bet it’s still comparable to mine. Perhaps yours is known as “The Day from Hell” instead. I’ve always called mine “Surah Ya-Seen days” simply because it makes me feel less pissed off that […]

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i should write one of these
Yes, I’ve been busy sleeping my life away lately, and yes, my comments link is on crack. But it’s okay. We can deal, right? Here, read this…something I found off a cool website. A beautiful piece of writing that I wanted to share, and I have been granted kind permission […]

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