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Sameen - up close and personal
Us Star celebrates Us celebs. This week, we
have Sameen Amer for you, who, however trite it may seem, needs no
introduction. She is an integral part of Us – our all-weather friend. Read on
and discover how her family, friends and associates view her ...
Asfiya
(former editor, Us Magazine)
Sameen contributed regularly to Us Magazine
during my time as editor there. Her work stood out from the rest showing
clarity of thought, background research, and simple and effective language. On
top of that, she was reliable as a contributor when I started assigning work to
her. She always kept deadlines and presented latest information and story ideas
herself.
She is a star performer as per my
experience. I have stayed in touch with her even though I left Us Magazine in
2005. If she lived in Karachi, she would have been my permanent team member in
all my editing and publishing work.
After having such a long association with
her, I now think of her as my little sister, sweet, funny, talented, loving,
and of course annoying at times! :-) I wish her the best in her career and
life.
Rahma
(former sub-editor, Us Magazine)
Sameen is a sensitive writer who brings a
lot of thoughtfulness into her work. I worked with her for almost 5 years in
which she wrote extensively on music, film, and digital culture.
It was a joy to engage with her and her
ideas.
Fatima
(former sub-editor, Us Magazine)
When I got a call from the Editor of Us
asking me if I knew Sameen, I just laughed. Of course, I remember Sameen Amer.
From the days when I started reading Us to actually working for Us, Sameen has
been an important part of the magazine. She is not just a contributor, she is
Us family. Sub-editors came and went but Sameen stuck to writing for The News.
I am so glad to read her articles in other sections of the newspaper, too. She
has truly grown as a thinker and a writer.
She is any sub-editor’s star because she is
reliable. ‘Reliable’ is not just a word for us, it’s our complete work
environment on which our lives are based. Sameen never misses a deadline, her
articles needs zero to minimum editing, her style is engaging and she
understands how a magazine works, so she does not give the editors a hard time
in any way.
It’s been a pleasure to have known her in a
professional and slightly personal capacity as well. She is not just a very
engaging writer but also a great person to know. It’s always refreshing to see
her byline in the newspaper and know it is something to look forward to. Good
luck in all your future endeavours, girl and keep writing!
*****
Things
you probably didn’t know about Sameen
(i.e. the part wherein Sameen’s family and close
friends embarrass the heck out of her)
Nilofar and Amer (Sameen’s (longsuffering)
parents)
You may expect all parents to say more or
less the same thing about their child, but we are not exaggerating when we say
that we think Sameen is the best daughter in the whole wide world. She is
genuinely a very good person and cares a lot about the people and animals
around her.
Since she was a child, she loved to read
books, which might have been what drew her towards writing at an early age. She
was never a fussy child, but has always been a very fussy eater.
Anny (one of Sameen’s BFFs;
also her impromptu therapist)
As well as being a great writer with a very
dry sense of humour, Sameen is a real animal lover. I really admire that about
her, the way she gets so passionate about helping as many of the strays that
live in her area and further afield. She's very modest about it, but I'm pretty
sure that the cats she helps appreciate her love and care. Cats apparently see
us as on par with kittens, because we can't hunt on our own, but I'm sure the
cats around Sameen’s area consider her a super hero kitten. In fact my nickname
for her is Sammy Wammy Super Girl (and if she doesn't edit that bit out I'll be
amazed!).
Hazel (Sameen’s oldest – not in
age! – friend; generous sender of Nirvana merch)
You may not have realised now (what with
her long-term Nirvana obsession) but in the ‘90s (a very young) Sam was a huge
fan of the boy band Boyzone. She has an online friend in England – me – who she
met because we were both fans. Neither of us can remember exactly how we met
apart from it having something to do with us both being fans of the pop group.
Bushra (Sameen’s class-fellow from
uni; honorary big sis)
I have known Sameen since her teens. Though
quiet and reserve on the outside, she is an entirely different person on paper.
Her writing is fiery and sharp and at its best when she is writing
commentaries. I believe she will be brilliant at writing satire too. She
analyses thoroughly and writes beautifully, and certainly is ready for international
prime time.
Daud (Former promoter of underground
music; current friend of Sameen)
Sameen is incredibly kind and caring.
Simply ask her cats, Jolly and Lucky; they are her darlings. Sameen is also a
prolific and brilliant music and entertainment journalist. But most of all,
she's a wonderful friend, and in her I know that I always have someone willing
to listen and care.
*****
Name: Sameen Amer
Date of birth: 25th May
Star: Gemini
School: Beaconhouse School System
University: National University of Computer and Emerging Sciences
Education: O Levels, A Levels, BS(CS), MBA
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Favourite book: The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger
Favourite author: Douglas Adams
Favourite movie: WALL-E
Favourite TV show: Breaking Bad
Favourite band: Nirvana
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Dark humour or sarcastic humour?
All humour is awesome. Dark wit makes for terrific television. Sarcastic wit is brilliant.
Comedy is the best thing that has ever happened to mankind. Well, comedy and antibiotics. And chocolate. Comedy and antibiotics and chocolate.
Marvel or DC?
Marvel! MCU > DCEU. Fact.
Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings?
One ring to rule them all!
John Grisham or P. G. Wodehouse?
Wodehouse, who is the very reason I fell in love with the English language in the first place.
Groot or Casper?
Groot! Groot! Groot! Always Groot! We are Groot!
Ludo or scrabble?
Candy Crush.
Beyoncé or Madonna?
Not a fan of either; not my kind of music. But one of them is actually really talented, and the other one is Madonna.
Chocolate or vanilla?
Chocolate please.
Vanilla only when it’s sandwiched between chocolate and turned into an Oreo.
Cricket or hockey?
Whichever ends sooner. (Because we’ll lose either one so the torture might as well end quickly?)
Day or night?
What is this “day” you speak of? *rolls over and goes back to sleep*
Cake or pizza?
Pizza, followed by cake. And then more pizza. And more cake.
*****
Excerpts
from articles
MMXVII
March
- Pippa Middleton’s wedding: The sister of
a woman who married a man who is the son of the son of a woman whose ancestors
somehow managed to convince their country that they were superior to everyone
else … married some rich guy. This classified as news in 2017.
Also, the aforementioned woman who married
a man who is the son of the son of the woman who just happened to be born into
a posh family … conceived another child. This qualified as a noteworthy piece
of information in 2017 (September).
Also, the brother of the aforementioned man
who is the son of the son of the woman who heads an archaic and utterly
irrelevant institution … got engaged to a subpar actress. This made headlines
in 2017 (November).
All of which leaves us to wonder … maybe
nuclear annihilation by North Korea wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all.
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Mastering
the Art of Cooking
Meat pie
v Ingredients:
·
3.14159
kg boneless meat
·
3.14159
cups flour
·
3.14159
sticks of butter
·
3.14159
eggs
·
3.14159
teaspoon spices
·
3.14159
teaspoon salt
·
3.14159
teaspoon pepper
v Method:
-
Take
some veal. Stare at the veal. Think about where it came from. Realize this was
once a baby cow. You can’t possibly eat a baby cow. Why did you even buy this
in the first place? Put away the veal.
-
Take
some beef. Stare at the beef. Could this have been the baby cow’s mom? Or dad,
you don’t know the gender. You can’t eat someone’s mom or dad. Put away the
beef.
-
Take
some mutton. Stare at the mutton. Realize this was once a beautiful sheep or
goat. Feel sad. Put away the mutton.
-
Take
some chicken meat. Stare at the chicken meat. Think of how cute chickens are. Be
upset. Put away the chicken meat.
-
Feed
the meats to the cat.
-
Become
a vegetarian.
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The immaculate cat
Fur donor
Real fur is cruel and fake fur looks, well,
fake. But don’t worry – the cat knows how weary you are of both fox and faux
fur. That is why it very helpfully leaves a layer of fur on all your clothing.
Now you too can be posh and trendy and proudly walk around with a real fur
covered top or sweater, cruelty free and prepared for you with love by your
very considerate feline friend. See? The cat gives and it gives…
Muse
The cat has been the muse for many artists,
writers, and filmmakers, dutifully inspiring them to produce some iconic works
that would have simply been inconceivable without the feline.
Just think about it.
Would people have flocked to the cinemas to
watch That Darn Hyena? I think not.
What would have become of Puss in Boots? Dog in Clogs just doesn’t have the same ring to it, does it?
The
Cat in the Hat simply wouldn’t have worked without
our furry friend, because The Dolphin in
the Beret doesn’t even rhyme!
And Lewis Caroll would’ve been in a real
pickle if it weren’t for the cat. The Cheshire Carp? Cheshire Caribou? Cheshire
Cassowary? Cheshire Cormorant? Cheshire Chamois?! That’s just madness, I tell
you, madness!
Paradox generator
Just ask Schrödinger.
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Once Upon a Time
On an otherwise uneventful morning of an otherwise
unremarkable year, a single-digit old me was busy throwing a tantrum over
having to go to school. Usually a rather placid child, I only had two major
sources of grievance in life: 1) socks, which were a plainly uncomfortable and
ridiculously unnecessary part of day-attire in non-winter months, and 2)
school, which made me wear socks as part of the day-attire in non-winter
months. My parents, not the biggest fans of my periodic protests against these
major inconveniences in my largely pleasant existence, understandably preferred
the more agreeable version of their only offspring, and to calm me down on that
particular morning, my dad offered me an incentive: if I’d stop whining and go
to school, he’d get me a special present when he picked me up that afternoon.
I did, eventually, go to school that day and, quite
predictably, had a thoroughly rotten time. And when dad came to take me home
that afternoon, I was in total sulk mode and had completely forgotten about his
promise, but turns out he hadn’t: waiting for me on the front seat of our car
was an assortment of big, brightly coloured (and insanely expensive) children’s
storybooks. The very sight of the grand bound-paper creations achieved their
purpose: the brooding was immediately suspended, replaced first by the simple
excitement of getting a present, and later by immense awe – for someone who was
still learning to read, the whole concept of words coming together and opening
doors to enchanting worlds of endless imagination was an entirely fascinating
discovery. And that is how I fell in love with books.
*****
Us Magazine, The News International - 31st May, 2019 *