Don't double check, the above isn't a typo, I actually do think that Mondays are better than Fridays.

Why, you ask? Well I'll tell you why ...

No, it's not 42.

To begin with, I must explain that the universe tends towards the lowest level of energy. This process is called entropy. Think about it, we started off with the 'Big Bang'; everything was in one location, and BOOM! it exploded out - and thus began entropy. The 'Big Bang' was the maximum energy level and everything after gets weaker and weaker.

But how does this relate to life? I'll tell you! Gawd, just hold on fool!

This just came to me ... hope you like it.

Zeba Hussain; the nicest person you could meet.
What she did with hair was quite a feat.
She chatted and cut then colored and curled.
And through it all she took care of her three girls.

A finer set of daughters you'll never see.
Even if you traveled from sea to sea.

Together they all shared laughter and tears.
For many, long, beautiful years.

Though fate forced her to leave us too soon,
we will always count knowing her a boon.

Though fate forced her to be gone,
her soul remains in those who live on.

- Peace

Anum with her chocolate covered hands,
comes to me as soon as she can.
My clothes are a mess,
but I must profess;
Anum with her chocolate
is a cure for any heartache.

Alas, mine eye is lost!
Adrift atop a roiling sea.
Nothing for protection but a small raft.
The spray of the waves crashing upon my insignificant craft a constant ache;
stinging my already weary mind's eye.

From Omar
To Reema & Saher

I laugh and I cry
I figuratively poke you in the eye

I sing and I dance
I laugh at your prance

You make yourself feel important
By making us feel small

But I still love you the same
Even if you are a pain :P

P.S. - ok, you win

P.P.S. - I've been using two keyboards for these emails ... One for each
hand!! Isn't that crazy!??!

Luv,
Omar

From Saher
To Omar & Reema

Reema Apa wins hands down!! ;)

Saher

From Reema
To Omar & Saher

Reema's job is complete.
Her work is done.
Her siblings aren't sweet,
But now are one.

She fulfills her duty,
And bears her burden.
Her siblings are fruity,
But now are one.

We live at opposite ends,
Which makes it harder to do.
But her siblings are friends,
And Reema is through.

From Saher
To Omar & Reema

Oh poor Reema
Your name rhymes with Keema
So far out in Long Beach
I wish that president of yours we could impeach

We're concerned that the sun
and excessive amounts of fun
May have caused your brain to turn into a watery pond
And turned your hair a little blond

Your ode didn't rhyme
It was a lyrical crime
Ours was superior
Yours is inferior

.... We just kicked your posterior

(but we did work together so I guess you limerick was true...if awful!
;) )
heheheee

Muhahahahah

Omar & Saher