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One of the most beautiful things I’ve come across. 

Karachi, Pakistan. 

Credits: Fazz Kazi 

So this one time I sang a self-made version of the song ‘Hey There Delilah’ called ‘Hey There Shawarma’ to my entire university at the talent show. I think I was high. I can’t even sing well. Since then I have been known as the ‘Shawarma girl’. 


Here are the lyrics: 

Hey there Shawerma

What’s it like originating from Turkey?

I’m only a mile away

But Shawerma, you look so yummy

Yes you do

No wrap can ever compare to you

I swear it’s true

Hey there Shawerma

Don’t you worry about the wannabe Shawermas

I’m right there to show them whose boss

'Cause they'll never compete with your awesomeness

Trust in me

Let this song be enough proof

That you’re so cool

Oh it’s what you do to me

Oh it’s what you do to me

Oh it’s what you do to me

Oh it’s what you do to me

What you do to me

Hey there Shawerma

I know times are getting hard

But just believe me, Shawerma

Whoever doesn’t appreciate you is a retard

Yes they are

They will never know good food

Because they’re such fools

Hey there Shawerma

There’s so much left to say

If only people knew you well

They’d stop putting random stuff in your bread

Yes they would

Your simplicity is what makes you epic

But, they don’t get it

Oh it’s what you do to me

Oh it’s what you do to me

Oh it’s what you do to me

Oh it’s what you do to me

One mile is not that far

Because we’ve got 4-wheeled cars

I’d walk to you if I had no other way

But people would make fun of me

'Cause walking is stupid in this heat

I’m too lazy to walk anyway

But Shawerma I promise you

That I will always love you

And never love another wrap so much

Because they suck

Hey there Shawerma

You be strong and don’t you miss me

I’m in the same neighbourhood

And always ready to spend my time effectively

That means eating you

You’ll always be special, it’s true

So this song’s for you

Oh it’s what you do to me

Oh it’s what you do to me

Oh it’s what you do to me

Oh it’s what you do to me

What you do to me

I think it’s unbelievably epic when your Dad calls you from another city (while busy at meetings) to ask you how the event you organized went and further tells you that he prayed that it would go well. It’s different when it’s you Dad. You know he really did it. I’m not saying Mom’s don’t mean it, they do but they’re always mushy. Dads saying things like that (especially my Dad) bring you tears of contentment. If you get what I mean. 

So I was going through some MJC pics posted by one of the members. Mine are always the most freakin’ weird…ALWAYS! What is up with that? Why do I always look like I’m having a hard time breathing in all my pictures?! AAAAAAAH!