Sahar's Own Special Page!! Yea!!
Before I say anything else, here is a analysis of the name Sahar. Might I add, it is very accurate.
This here is a "writing" of Sahar's. That's the only way to describe it. Just read it! Sahar is Arabian. She is also Muslim, which is theoretically a very peace-loving religion. The only reason any Muslims fight at all, is because those are the ones that forget their religious teachings. I'm not saying that's the only religion that does that. I mean, Christians can be the biggest hypocrits...along with MANY others. The point is, just keep in mind, she may be a little ethnocentric, but she really doesn't mean any harm. Please, don't take any offense at anything written hereafter.
To Cara (and whomever else that is bored)
Well I am in the writing mood so I figure hey let's keep Cara busy. I'm sure you're thinking "Why did she write 'let's?", well, I don't know, but part of me justifies my writing it. Well, there's your answer. My multiple opinions verify my pluralization of the word.
Now, that was a tangent.
Ya know Queen Margaret [from Richard III] is an awesome character. She displays so much emotion and thirsts for a revenge I can relate to. Don't get me wrong, my husband and son aren't dead. They're safe, frozen, in the time yet to come. Along with my other two sons and three daughters. Since I've began telling you my dream I may as well finish.
Here we go, buckle up. You are now entering the fantasmical world of the amazing Sahar. Hmm. Where do I start. The beginning sounds nice. Yup, that's always a good place start.
The perfect life. I would marry A.R., have three sons and three daughters. I'd live in a castle in France, but everyone would speak English because . . . because I would be declared Queen and English will become the official language. I'd live in a huge chateaux in Paris. A.R. would be king and I'd work in my little tattoo parlor on the corner. I'm gonna call it "My Little Tattoo Parlor on the Corner". And everybody will go there and get tattoos because. . .because I'm Queen and I say so. They'll all have at least one of this tattoo: the ying yang with the rose going through it. I'm gonna steal it from Ross and he's gonna attempt to sue me, but he's going to lose and become my butler because. . .I'm Queen and I say so. When I'm not working in my little parlor I'm devising a way to reform pangea once again so the Jews in Palestine can take a nice long walk to a new home I'm creating for them and I'm gonna make it all nice and pretty and I'll design everyone's home so they can stop bugging the Arabs. Sure, it's no holy land, but they'll love it because . . . I'm Queen and I say so! Damn it!
Once that's completed, I'll make sure my children all end up Queen's and Kings of other countries, and they can rule Pangea with me and A.R. because we will rule the world, and EVERYONE will love it because. . .because I'm Queen and I say so! But seriously. I won't pamper the world. I'll make sure every culture has their own country and my country will be the largest because people will want to be like me, perfect. Eventually everyone will covert to Islam and adapt our culture so obviously cultural disputes will be demonstrated and only insignificant arguments will arise. I can handle that.
No more politics. Economy: well, I have a design that will develope an eternal source of natural resources. You type in the amount and push the peace sign shaped button and out it pops. Except only I'm allowed to use it because if it gets into the wrong hands, it's a big "uh oh" situation. Oh yeah, and I can push in the place I want it to appear, underground of course. You can't create matter, so the earth that was once there turns into the resource. The cool thing is once we've used the resource, it turns back into soil and gets transported to its original place. One big cycle because we're all about cycles. There's the water cycle, the negative feedback loop...the menstrual cycle. (Heh he he).
No more economy, and I explained my social culture already. So now I'll just tell you a little about myself. I like little duckies, a nice sunset, long walks on the beach under the moonlight...ok, that's enough.
Now I feel like an old grandfather going on a tangent about Vietnam.
Pops: Did I ever tell you about the time I was in Nam?
Me: What?!?
Pops: Yeah, those Damn Vietnamese. There I was in a trench. We were about to ambush 'em. My best friend, Carl, was standing right next to me. We were talking about the weather. Um hm. And then some crazy Vietnamese man jumps into the trench and him and Carl make mad passionate love! Right in front of me! Damn Vietnamese!
Me: Pops?
Pops: Yeah?
Me: Aren't you Vietnamese?
(Silence)
Wow! I don't know where that came from. Do you see what boredom can do to me?
Where was I? Ah yes. After a level of eternal peace has been made, people will continue their lives as normal. Things in the palace begin getting weird. I, having fulfilled my dream, pursue my other dream. I went dancing on the roof in the rain, naked. And everyone saw me. So, I made it a fad. Everytime it rained, I make it a law to dance on the roof naked. Not manditory, mind you, but a law nonetheless. Now my story take a twist. The buttcrack clan all move in together in a mansion outside my immediate kingdom. They all never get married and all become lesbians, and they hump each other every night. Little unsuspecting children hear their howling at night and the legend of the boogy man is reincarnated. Avi finally gets his wish. He and Julie get married and have a cool wedding in my castle. Ah, but I haven't forgotten about Ross. He's been my faithful butler for years. As a reward, I give him "My Little Tattoo Parlor on the Corner". And a complimentary tattoo on his left buttocks. The tattoo is of a ying yang with the rose going through it. And he only marries when he can realize the meaning of life is not to live in misery and wallow in the past, but to let the future come as the past has played it. AND to dance around its obstacles. Because dancing cures everything. I'm such a hypocrit. I'm gonna take my own advice. C'mon! Let's dance!
*5 minutes later*
Now that we're all relaxed, I can continue. Katherine and Cara, my buds. Katherine will be a famous director. And live in a mansion in a contemporary Hollywood located in Chile. Over there she creates a movie that will be the new craze of the century. Cara will be the lead in all her movies. Cara will go on Ricki Lake, and bring the whole buttcrack clan, ho weigh the same as a herd of elephants. Well. . .Cara walks on stage and wows them to death. No, I'm serious. The pack of overgrown lesbians each get a heart attack. Love at first plight. Heh he he. That was mean, I know. But hey, it's funny. After their untimely death, late night noises stop and the boogy man legend dies once again.
But that's enough for one day.
Return your chairs to their upright position, and put your tray tables back where they belong. You are returning to reality. If I would leave you with one piece of advice, it would be "wear sunscreen". But I won't, so forget I ever said that.
Good bye and goodnight to all.
The End