Nearly two months since I showed my presence on the blogosphere. Life happened! Yet, I feel a piece of the puzzle missing. …there are two ways in which I find my healing and patience : Prayer and Writing. My time constraints and roller-coaster changes of past few months made me to lack in both, sadly.
Hello ! Do people read me here anymore? The April A to Z Challenge bought in many new readers for my blog yet ironically I have been missing in action on my blog since then ! Over the course of past few months my life changed completely. Alhamdulilah. I met, fell in love and got
I have never tossed a coin in a fountain and wished. I have never crossed my fingers and wished. I have never looked on a shooting star and wished. …..but, I have prayed to my Lord, with my eyes closed, and tears springing, in the wee hours of dawn to protect me from sadness and
“How can you be so late?”, she screamed at her driver. This was the fifth time she was reaching late for work. She reached her office only to see firefighters all around. Apparently there was an electric fire in her floor, fifteen minutes back. She muttered a quick prayer and silent thanks to her driver.
My mother’s prayers and kindness inspires me. My father’s hardworking nature inspires me. My sister’s perfectionism inspires me. My brother’s drive for knowledge inspires me. My little brother’s selfless nature inspires me. My friend’s faith in love even after being cheated terribly inspires me. My teacher’s strength in fighting her personal adversities inspire me. My
‘Mom, I am back home,’ screamed Sarah from the front door. Her mom replied back in a puzzled and frightened tone, ‘ Who are you? Why is there a stranger in my house?’ ‘Oh mom, not today, I am really tired and I cannot bear this drama now,’ came the hurt retort. Sarah went back to
It was 25th November, 2004. A beautiful Eid morning. After our morning prayers, I was with my friends visiting our neighbours to greet them on the festive occasion. While at a friend’s house, I got the news – “Your maternal grandmother passed away”. My initial reaction was “No, it is not possible. How can it?
Quarter-life crisis is Feeling like you have no one to talk to even when you have people by your side. Watching ‘Gilmore Girls’ and ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ episode after episode, at a stretch. Sleep cycle follows a different time-zone than the one you are in geographically. Living in at your parent’s place after 5 years of
(Feb 24th prompt from NaBloPoMo : Do you think you are more of an optimist or a pessimist? ) Thinking long and hard on the answer to the above question. I came to this sad conclusion: I am an optimist when things go my way. When its running downhill, I turn in to a dreadful pessimist.
Growing up, my house did not know the meaning of silence. 2 studious girls who did their daily lessons by reading loudly. 2 hyperactive boys who always had to play football or watch cartoon. Not to forget, the cat and dog fights for everything from the TV remote to the Nutella bottle. However hard my
From the time I was 11 or 12, whatever is it that I chose to wear- skirt & top, jeans & kurta, salwar kameez or the abaya – there has been an extra fabric on my head, covering my hair, popularly called as the HIJAB. On doing a quick Google search, you will realize the
I have a love-hate affair with Facebook. With friends and family all around from the farthest east to the farthest west, Facebook truly helps me to keep in touch with them all. But hadn’t Facebook been there, wouldn’t I have found other ways to keep in touch with them if I really wanted to? On
Place where I grew up : Doha, Qatar Class gradation and caste differences was something I was not aware of during my childhood days. Everyone had the same Staedtler Pencil and Faber Castell Colour Pencils. It was assumed everyone was from reasonably well-to-do families. Some of our neighbours were from Syria, Egypt or Palestine (besides