I’ve never been much of name dropper and sadly it’s because I’ve never had any names to drop.
UNTIL NOW.
Guess who came to dinner? He has his own WIKI for goodness sake! It was a wonderful evening mashaAllah, he came bearing a stack of gifts from his beautiful wife, and the kids just adored him.
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BEFORE
Farhad: Do you think I can call him Wal or Wally?
Tasmiya: You are NOT calling him “Wal” or “Wally” or anything else. He’s WRITTEN A BOOK! People called “Wally” play rugby league (not union) and they DON’T WRITE BOOKS.
Farhad: What about QWALID like Talib KWELI? (obscene language warning)
Tasmiya: No!
Farhad: Awwww!
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Tasmiya: I dare you to stand near the arrival gate with a sign when you pick him up from the airport.
Farhad: You’re on.
The sign?:
Farhad actually did it, much to the amusement of Waleed and many other passengers disembarking.
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DURING
Tasmiya: Let Uncle Waleed show you what…is it ok if they call you “Uncle?”
Waleed: Sure, I don’t mind what they call me.
Tasmiya (thinking): Oh dear God, please don’t let Farhad call him “Wal.”
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AFTER
4 year old: Hey, remember when Uncle Woolley came and he drew the Batman sign?
Tasmiya: Yes, I do remember. It was really nice, wasn’t it? You know his name is Waleed.
4 year old: Uncle WILLY? His name is WILLY? HIS NAME IS WILLY??!!
Tasmiya: No, WaleeeeeD.
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You’re pretty alright, Susan’s Husband.
