My Big Fat Pakistani Fam!

So I have been thinking for quite a few days about starting a blog..I mean everyone is doing it these days...so why not join the bandwagon..but then wondered..what the heck do I write about?? I mean I don't have any extreme talents, advice, insights or any great accomplishments that I can share.. So why not start with my wonderful, loving, and extremely chaotic family...which has to be my most prized possession, and pretty much what my life revolves around.
Ok..so we are definitely not the regular American household with 2 adults and 2 kids that wake up at 7 AM go to school/work, are back by 5 and have the lights out by 9 P.M..There is constant activity from 7AM till 1AM in our beloved 3 bedroom townhouse (1826), that we have been trying to sell unsuccessfully for literally years, however it always manages to somehow accommodate our growing number of members Mashallah!!!
There are currently 9 people residing at 1826 right now ranging from age 84 to 8 months MA! This includes: Nani Amma, Amma, Abba, Phuppi, Ajee, Ayesha, Hasan, Isa and Yusuf. All I have to say is the More the Merrier!!

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  1. AjeeOctober 31, 2011 at 11:33 AM

    Well written, straight from the heart, I am a fan already!

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