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Taqabbalallahu minna wa minkum, ameen.

I hate it when I feel sad, but it’s not a righteous type of sadness. Because it’s not wrong to be sad, so long as I don’t become ungrateful and lose hope in Allah… And yet I just wish I don’t feel sad like this. Know what I mean? Ahh, where has the shareefness gone…

Anyway, ‘eid was pretty good, alhamdulillah. I shan’t go into details about that… Not only will it be a boring account (yea not surprising) but also it seems like I have lost my entire fanbase. Which was mainly made up of Hass… And a special guest appearance by Dorkie. But you know what? I know out there somewhere, there’s a certain someone, a special someone who’s lurking around this blog, reading my posts, longing to make comments but hesitating… Yea, I know very well who this person is. I mean seriously, how in the world does she think she can hide from me? She’s MOTI! Uff.

And as such, I’ve decided to write this poem for her, to get her out of the dark corners of this daft site. I call it Uff.

Oh meri moti
How moti you be
If only we’d see
Food in the world be free

Then eat we would
After saying bismillah
As much as we could
Then say alhamdulillah

We might fight a bit
For that last piece of pie
But I won’t get into a fit
As they say no pie, no die

Then we’d sit and wonder
Just how much we had
Oh what a blunder
We just went mad

So no, it’s not nice
For all food to be free
And we should think twice
Before we go on an eating spree

Imagine the stomach ache
Imagine the pain on a tooth
Just for an extra piece of cake
No thanks man, UFF.