{"id":79,"date":"2003-07-04T14:12:58","date_gmt":"2003-07-04T19:12:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sikander.org\/journal\/?p=79"},"modified":"2003-07-04T14:12:58","modified_gmt":"2003-07-04T19:12:58","slug":"a-family-affair","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sikander.org\/journal\/2003\/07\/a-family-affair\/","title":{"rendered":"a family affair"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><em>&gt;&gt; it is inform with great sorrow that M.A has passed away tody on (4-7-2003)<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>i remember her voice, her cooking, her house, her husband, her daughters, her son, and her traditional <em>sari<\/em> outfit that she would always be wearing. i remember how we would climb the stairs to the second floor and then wish that we could climb the wall and get to the roof. there was a huge tree rooted in the courtyard of her house that was taller than the roof of the house. the tree bore some sort of a fruit, i forget exactly what, and you would be guaranteed to find them lying on the roof. the only problem was getting there. i also remember the two round water jugs made out of clay that were kept in the left-hand corner of the courtyard. i remember how cold and sweet the water would be. and how there would always be an upturned steel glass on top of one of them. i remember how she invited me inside and tried to convince me to stay for dinner the last time i saw her. i remember refusing and telling her that i had been sick only yesterday and my digestive system was still trying to adapt to pakistan. i remember her insisting that i have to eat <em>something<\/em> before i leave&#8230; and then eating some of the spiciest food i ate while i was in pak :) &#8230; she will be missed<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"wonderland\">knowing that someone i have known doesn&#8217;t exist in this world anymore is weird. one day i would know it is more than weird.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&gt;&gt; it is inform with great sorrow that M.A has passed away tody on (4-7-2003) i remember her voice, her cooking, her house, her husband, her daughters, her son, and her traditional sari outfit that she would always be wearing. i remember how we would climb the stairs to the second floor and then wish [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[23],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-79","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-23"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5XQq-1h","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sikander.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/79","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sikander.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sikander.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sikander.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/6"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sikander.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=79"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/sikander.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/79\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sikander.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=79"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sikander.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=79"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sikander.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=79"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}