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		<title>Busy-ness at Busboys</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Lunchtime at a cafe in suburban America &#8211; just barely outside DC-city limits. A group of office colleagues are seated to my right, wearing variations of a white collared shirts &#8211; white with pale green stripes, white with barely-there lavender stripes &#8211; discussing politics in the workspace. On the left are two African-American elderly women, classically [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=skarim.wordpress.com&amp;blog=76781&amp;post=138&amp;subd=skarim&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Waves</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2009 05:55:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It comes in waves. The waves start small, and slowly, start increasing in size. Your sense of self, your sense of being is slowly picked at, eating away at the scab that had been helping with the healing. The final wave then comes, out of nowhere: it throws you about, playing with all your emotions [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=skarim.wordpress.com&amp;blog=76781&amp;post=118&amp;subd=skarim&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>EST</title>
		<link>http://skarim.wordpress.com/2008/05/20/92/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 22:22:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The cafe&#8217;s name is Starwich. A cute play on words, and the embodiment of a typical corner cafe in New York on the Upper-ish East Side. Two middle-aged women friends sit together at the table in front of me, one telling the other about her wedding ring with a sapphire and two diamonds &#8211; not [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=skarim.wordpress.com&amp;blog=76781&amp;post=92&amp;subd=skarim&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>in that moment</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 23:06:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[it was in that moment the moment of noticing his broad shoulders the drape of her scarf his way with words her energy the passion with which he spoke the hayaa with which she smiled his recitation of the qu&#8217;ran the mystery of her looks that the heart beat faster the moment that one realized [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=skarim.wordpress.com&amp;blog=76781&amp;post=93&amp;subd=skarim&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Emulation</title>
		<link>http://skarim.wordpress.com/2008/04/20/emulation/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 16:09:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She is glowing, and not just because the sun is shining down on her through the window by which we sit. Contentment and calmness exhude from her, and I, eager for words of wisdom, lean in closer over the table, over the fruit and jam crepe, from which oozes red and purple. We have not [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=skarim.wordpress.com&amp;blog=76781&amp;post=91&amp;subd=skarim&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Beauty</title>
		<link>http://skarim.wordpress.com/2008/02/25/beauty/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 06:52:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Despite it being the day after, the snow was still white and pure against the path where we went running, glistening against the rays of the sun &#8211; and still intact on the branches of the trees beckoning to us. Footsteps marred some parts of the pristine blanket on the ground &#8211; at one point, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=skarim.wordpress.com&amp;blog=76781&amp;post=85&amp;subd=skarim&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Pain of the Heart</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2008 07:39:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My heart hurts. I had forgotten that it can even do that &#8211; that as it pumps blood, in and out, in and out, it has the amazing ability to serve as something else in our body, beyond just an instrumental purpose. That thoughts rushing through my mind, strands of matter floating through my brain, somehow [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=skarim.wordpress.com&amp;blog=76781&amp;post=87&amp;subd=skarim&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Khaana Baithna</title>
		<link>http://skarim.wordpress.com/2006/09/25/khaana-bethna/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Sep 2006 17:15:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In the days leading up to Ramadan, one of the bigger points of discussion amongst family members was – how should we handle food this year? Let’s not have any samosas or jalebis this year, my mom suggested – in line with her recent cravings for only healthy food. Magar that’s the whole point of [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=skarim.wordpress.com&amp;blog=76781&amp;post=83&amp;subd=skarim&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Mubarak</title>
		<link>http://skarim.wordpress.com/2006/09/24/mubarak/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Sep 2006 06:50:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ramadan, this year, was ushered in quite uniquely in the part of Karachi where I live: in complete darkness. As we arrived at taraweeh prayers, the senses could initially only register one thing: the loud whirring of the generator at the gate entrance, there to make sure that atleast the mic and speakers placed in [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=skarim.wordpress.com&amp;blog=76781&amp;post=82&amp;subd=skarim&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Associations</title>
		<link>http://skarim.wordpress.com/2006/09/12/associations/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Sep 2006 07:57:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Through the front door, it sounded like the playing of a tape recorder. It was only when we walked into the apartment that I realized that it was her husband, reciting straight from the Qu&#8217;ran, in a clear, melodious tune. And at that moment, as I heard the recitation clearly, I was transported back &#8211; and a rush of [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=skarim.wordpress.com&amp;blog=76781&amp;post=80&amp;subd=skarim&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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