This story would begin with “It was a dark and stormy night…” but it just so happens that it begins in Texas, therefore…

It was a hot and humid night, and a strange little woman named Fereshteh was sitting all by her lonesome outside, on her back porch, looking around a strange litle website called 43 Things. Everything was normal upon this night, except one thing… There was an entry by someone who was saddened by NaNoWriMo 2006!

Fereshteh gasped!! This cannot be happening, it is too terrible to even think upon, and yet…

She set to work immediately, writing a letter that would soon become infamous upon the internet for it’s highly intelligent and brilliantly written content (hey it’s my story). Thus began the friendship between Fereshteh and davidd, two lost yet amazingly deep souls who would come to be great friends.

Several fun-filled months passed, full of goals, cheers, accomplishment and sorrow; comments and replies and laughter and tears. Finally Fereshteh and davidd decided to meet for local food and awesome conversation, having agreed on 43 People that they would get along wonderfully.

All went well, until one day it happened. Fereshteh received a distress call: Their pre-agreed-upon jet, painstakingly making it’s way through loops and turns and spins in the blue Texas sky, spelling out the words:

DISTRESS CALL

Fereshteh ran to her room, threw on her .Super.Saturnian.Girl. outfit, jumped up into the sky, landed on the jet, and took off at Mach 99 towards Waialua, O’ahu… She hoped it was not too late.

She arrived 30 seconds after the distress signal had been sent, and found the scene unnerving, and to be honest, a touch bizarre. A large, plastic, rejected Ouija Board was attacking davidd!! This was not how it was supposed to happen!!

Fereshteh flew into a righteous rage, calling upon her Satrunian powers of Hormonal-angst, UV-ray-gun-eyes and the dreaded . . . hijab of DOOM.

The Ouija Board cowered in fear, yet still would not loosen it’s grip on davidd… So Fereshteh summoned up her hormonal angst Level 7 rage-power, stunned it in it’s tracks, blinded it with her Hijab of Doom’s amazing display of colour and then set it alight with her UV stare!!

The toy-turned-evil Ouija Board melted, davidd was safe, and they ran away from the stinky pool of liquid plastic that was quickly spreading across the ground (before either of them could get fined for littering).

Fereshteh stopped in a tourist shop (which had a public restroom), changed out of her .Super.Saturnian.Girl. outfit, and they went to hang out at Mokuleia beach and discuss their unfinished goals.

The Ouija Board’s evil plan had been foiled, and davidd was able to finish the year in peace (well, relative peace… Fereshteh tends to talk a lot).

THE END

.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.

_{...or is it?}

;)

::hugs::

فرشته

I hope someday to meet Tha Gensta, sit down over a cup of coffee (chai?) and converse about the world, the mind, the soul; everything he posts about and some things he doesn’t (I would love to learn what he knows about psychology and philosophy, for example). I hope to be able to come up with a riddle that he cannot crack, and I can give him a huge hug and congratulate him on his future-new-engagement (I assume by the time I can actually travel to Middle Earth he will be either engaged or newly married … ;) ...).

It is rare that I make a dear friend so quickly as I have formed close friendships with a few of the people here on 43 Things, and Tha Gensta is one of these people. He is so intelligent and kind, non-judgemental, and open to learning new things, I do not see how we can not have a hundred things to talk about over a hot cup of something caffeinated! ;) ::LOL::

Finally, I respect Tha Gensta greatly for the love he has for his girlfriend, the dedication he shows to her, and the way he places his priorities in order so that his goals with her are achievable. Besides being incredibly sweet and inspirational, this also allows a level of trust to be there that I have rarely had with a male friend (no offense guys, it’s just that it can be awkward sometimes for us Muslimahs to find a male friend that we truly trust… even including some of our noble brothers), however after reading what Tha Gensta has posted about the love of his life, I feel completely safe in the idea of meeting some day… I am sincerely and deeply grateful for the knowledge that if we ever meet up and partake in intellectual intercourse, this is all that will happen (except maybe a huge coffee bill! O_O ::lol::). Alhamdulillah I have met another friend that I can be myself around, and know that I am free of pressure to be anything except who I am. =)

One last thing… I would like to thank Tha Gensta- in person – for his understanding of how busy I am, and how kind he has been when it takes me a week or longer to reply to whatever he has written. I owe him an apology, and he has not only forgiven me but also managed to cheer me up about it! ::happy dance::

What an amazing person Tha Gensta is. Insh’allah someday I will actually meet this person whom I am blessed to call my friend.

::hugs::

فرشته

^Fereshteh

Wundergrl21 is a strong, amazing and very real person. I would love to just sit and converse about life with her… the good and the bad. I have a feeling that there is a lot that she can relate to, that many others who do not understand suffering cannot relate to. Her ability to see life without the rose-coloured lenses that I tend to have to put on sometimes, and yet still keep hope in the desires and wishes she holds dear… truly amazing. =)

I love reading what Wundergrl21 has written; it is at times inspiring and at times heart-breaking, and at all times shows how strong she is. I want to tell her not to give up, that I believe that everything will turn out okay.

::hugs::

I would like to give Taija a huge hug and tell her to be proud of who she is… She is such a wonderful and kind person, and I do not believe that anyone should feel like they need to hide anything about themselves for fear of anything.

I love reading what Taija’s thoughts are about her life and the world around her… she is so expressive and I can tell she is very full of life. This is a wonderful quality to have in a friend. =)

My favourite memory…? Wow, there are so many… like when we met…

(we were roommates and I had crushed on him for a month; I used to sneak into his room and look at his artwork on his walls – which by the way he is an amazing artist, even though he won’t admit to it ;) – ... when he finally spoke to me, I ran upstairs and hid ::lol::)

. . . or our first “date” . . .

(I use the term “date” very loosely here… we had to rush me to the ER for stitches on my arm after the dishwasher fell out of place – it was not secured to the wall, to our dibbelief – and a knife that was point-up sliced me about 1/4” deep… we got a kick out of telling them that “a dishwasher attacked me” ::rotfl::)

. . . or even the day he proposed . . .

(after setting it all up, he found out that I had just found out that (a) my parents were getting divorced and (b) my cat had just passed away… but he went through with it and I am etenally glad that he did! ::happies::)

But... My favourite memory would have to be when he told me he was in love with me. =)

I have always been afraid of commitment, and I had told him that the sex was great but don’t get attached (yes I know I seriously lacked morals back then… nobody is perfect, or as serendipityprimrose says, I was ”perfectly imperfect” ;P). Yet through all of my non-committal, I-am-too-vagabond-to-get-involved BS lectures, I had grown quote fond of him. =D

So one day my then-future-husband approached me very cautiously, telling me that we “needed to talk.” o_O I thought “Ooookaaay… this can only mean one thing” and went on the I-am-about-to-get-hurt defensive.

He explained that he liked me a lot, to which I replied with “You damn well better! You’ve been f_~ing me for how long now??” I will never forget the look that he had as he tripped over telling me that he wants me to know he cares a lot about me, and again my response was something to the likes of, “yada yada yada get on with it, you want to see other people.”

To my surprise he said, “NO, will you just listen?! I think I’m in love with you!”

(O_O) – !?

I just sat there stunned for a moment, and then told him he was mistaken. He said no, he was sure he wasn’t. I explained to him that I cared very deeply for him, but I was not sure if I could return the love (I .. l o a t h e .. it when people say “I love you too” without thinking about it or meaning it, just because someone else says it first!! It is so much kinder to be honest if you do not return the feeling, and then take the time to think about it and spare the person’s feelings later down the road, instead of letting them find out that it was just said as a reply and not from the heart, like it should be).

He said that he understood, and he just wanted to be able to be together exclusively, and not see anyone else. I told him I wasn’t sure, and to my shame, I ran out the front door. Yes, I actually ran. Out the front door. Instead of facing how I felt.

I only went for a walk… a very long walk… and then I came back and told him okay, let’s give it a go. =) We decided to close the relationship and stop seeing other people.

And here is my most favourite part of this memory… ::happy sigh::

About a week later we were sitting in his truck in the Barnes and Noble parking lot, just talking, when mid-sentence (his sentence, actually =D) I realized I was in love with him too!

::happy we-got-married dance::

I cut him off right in the middle of what he was saying and exclaimed, ”OMG!! I love you too!!” =)

I think I was in shock more than anything, and I think he was too. ::lol:: He told me that I didn’t have to say that, and I told him I wasn’t just “saying that” (and that he should know me better than that), and he aked me, “Really? Seriously?”

I burst into laughter/tears and told him yes!!

.. I .. was .. in .. love .. with .. him .. !!!

=D

♡ We were wed 8 months after that day, on 27 June 1998 ♡

And… the rest is history, complete with a hundred other stellar stories to share someday. ;)

.
.

♡ Kheyli Duset Daram Azizam ♡

.
.

♡ ~ por vida, mi amor,
Your Fereshteh joon

She seems to be very smart person and passionate about things she likes and believes. Her long entries and great attitude makes me smile and gives me motivation to reach my own goals.

She’s my sister! ^.

We grew up together, in the wastelands of suburbia. on the outskirts of Van’resh Taijarkle. This is a city in the lesser known province of North Saturnalia, on the planet of Saturn.

Sometimes visits to our family back home get rough, as we have to change out of our human girl suits but after that unpleasantness things go more smoothly.

Once when we were playing in Saturn’s ice rings she hit me with a snow rock the size of a car! I still have the scar….