I am much more concerned about what I would wear there than living alone. You can ask me from where you can get shafon, georgette, cotton, or from where you can get the best embroidery in Lahore but I am unable to find good stuff for wearing there. I dont know from where you can get the best ladies outfits, the modest shirts, decent looking uppers, jackets, comfortable ladies joggers, I don’t know any thing. And the damn jeans. God! the most stupid outfit I have ever worn.
Let me tell you clearly that I never ever wore jeans or trousers or pants or anything similar to them. OK call me paindo. I wont mind. I have even stopped wearing choori dar pajama long ago. I remember once my father came to pick me from the Uni. One of my friends was wearing jeans with long shirt while one was wearing loose trousers. Later, father told me politely that he did not like girls wearing jeans or trousers. I took it as his indirect order. I never had a plan to wear them and after that I never even thought of it. But now it came out to be the only outfit that can be worn in such an extreme weather. Now father is advising me not to take risk of wearing any thing else than jeans. Change is inevitable
So A (my bro) and I went on a mission which was meant purely for shopping jeans. He was sure that there is no difference between the jeans of men and women. He had to ask the lady for clearing his confusion who remained staring him bitterly afterwords. I didn't know my waist size. Coz I have gained much weight these days so I asked for 34. She looked at me suspiciously. I felt embarrassed and asked "35 bhi dikha dein". She smiled this time and looked at her helper who was a guy. I thought his size was 35. She said "try 34. 35 wont fit you". I felt a pinch. 'aahaan'. "pagal 35 is no size. 36 hota hai". It was A. hahaha I tried not to show any reaction. khair I tried 34. It took me 15 minutes to jump into and out of the jeans. It was loose. She took the measurement herself and declared that 32 would be fit and it was. The shop was packed with the skinny jeans. I wanted the loose one. Like this:
It wasn't available anywhere. We checked many shops. The jeans which I have bought are loose but not that much. Khair I would have to search them there.
Same is the situation with me. LOL....
I bought these loose yoga pants too in white. The only piece I love :)
The shopkeeper was calling it something else.Quilips perhaps...dont remember exactly!
So in future, you will see me in this outfit. And please dont laugh if I look clumsy because I will. hehe..
A was saying that I look so awkward when I walk in jeans. Whatever!
Searching has been started for shirts. Although I have bought few of these:
but can anyone tell me from where I can have this:
I had interview last week. It was good. This time a lady took my interview and we literally had a good laugh at many points. We also had a small unexpected ceremony there. It absolutely deserves a detailed post. I will do that as soon as I get time. In a nut shell, visa will surely be late due to Christmas holidays here and in US also. I hope I get it before my classes get start.
We had Saturday off this week and Monday as well. So I have arrived at my sister's home in Multan. Bro is also with me. It was a surprise visit for them. Everyone is so excited here, so am I. Kids are dancing around. I don't know why they jump so much. Bhaiyya (my bro in law) is asking my sister to make desi ghee walay parathay and halwa. We are going to have paye in the lunch and would take dinner in some restaurant, as per bhaiyya's schedule. He took off today and is after me for eating this and that saying that I would not be able to enjoy them for a long time. I have already gained alot of weight. God! what would happen to me now? wesay, is there any way to store these things in your body? Do tell me!!
And yes dont have time to read your blogs guys or to respond to your comments. Sorry for that. I will surely come back soon.
I am passing through a strange kind of condition and unable to name it. I am in anxiety, in deep anxiety. Am I doing right? would it be good for me and my family? How would I adjust there? The fear of unknown is taking me over and my pleasure for what I am going to get is fading away. I wanted that my parents and the whole family would let me go happily. They are happy. In fact, they are proud of me. Why I am unable to feel any thing? Dont understand why....
I am feeling guilty of my condition. Instead of thanking Allah SWT for granting me this Golden opportuniry, I keep waiting for anyone to stop me going abroad. See! how foolish I am. I longed for this moment and when it has come, i am trying to hide myself in my blanket. I am feeling like someone is grabbing me from my parents and throwing me far far away.
Everything is going fine. My father remains insisting me for ordering any dinner suit (hai koi baat). My brother keeps planning from where we would get the warmest cloths according to the weather there. Mom remains listing what utensils I would need there. My sister is stitching my shirts and other stuff. Brother in law keeps worrying whether I will get the off from his work till my flight. And kids they are reminding me time and again what I should bring for them. Their demand list is extending farther. And in all of them, I keep watching their faces, whether they are really happy or posing to be.
O God! forgive this thankless creature of Yours and help me in overcoming this condition. Ameen!
Since I have started working and have to manage both work and home at the same time, I feel of being deprived of a wife. Means what wrong I have done that I have been deprived of a wife. Just because I am myself a women and I can only become someone's wife but cannot have my own wife? It's unfair, utterly unfair.
The sense of deprivation is getting me over day by day, especially when I see my male colleagues being babied by their wives. Why these dumb males have been bestowed with the comfort of wives?
Life would have been so easy and sweet if I also had a wife. I would wake up with the enchanting voice of my wife (not with the bitter alarm of my cell). Bathroom would welcome me with the warm water and towel and other things placed rightly (not that I would have to scream from the bathroom 'who the hell has taken my beauty soap), hence she would guard all my stuff from the unseen invaders. My dress for the office would wait for me outside, neatly ironed and hanged. She would keep ready my hand bag with all required things and never forget to put the mobile in it (damn! I sometimes forget it at home and find no one to blame for it). The yummy breakfast with hot cup of tea would cherish my mood further. When I would leave the home for office, she would hand over to me the lunch box which I would share with my colleagues and accept their appreciation wholeheartedly for the delicious meal. She would call me in office to ask if I need something special at dinner.
When I would reach home she would receive me with the evening tea and snacks (I would prefer baigan k pakoray and cheese sandwitch). She would ask me about my day and I would tell her how hectic the day was. She would offer to give me massage which I would accept hesitantly (seemingly :P . Dont bring bad thoughts in your mind aray bhai I get tired of sitting in front of computer all the day. Otherwise i am straight :P ). Then she would serve me with the appetizingly tasty dinner and also the kahwa afterwords. She would do all the dishwashing, reset the kitchen and would put all leftovers in refrigerator (I hate when I am in bed and my mom calls me to put leftovers in fridge). She would insist me to sleep early because I would have to go to office the next day and working is supposed to be chaotic (no need to hear from mom 'dont leave your work for tomorrow). How peaceful my life would have been if I had a wife? Alas! I am a woman and born to give comfort to others, not to be comforted.
It's the only disadvantage of being a girl. ahhhh With this deep sigh, I would sign off.
Hold on, if I had a wife, I didn't need to type this long post. I would say aloud and she would type the post and would also read out others' blogs. wah wah.
So off off with this scholastic note "No life without wife".
My mom is very fond of watching dramas. I have to watch some of them with her. I didn't remember the name of the drama but Maria Wasti was doing some terrible acting in a play. No strong story, no attractive scene, no impressive cast, what has actually done with our dramas.
I started recalling some of the very old dramas. God! I still remember stories of many of the. I came to my system and started checking few of them on Youtube. There are few dramas which I can never forget. I want to share my favourite with you:
I just love this scene mostly and the script is awesome:
On another day, we girls were discussing on a Blog that 'Acting Dumb' saves you from many hassles. Being a working lady, you have to live and survive in a male dominated work environment where males are joking and kidding around and they may roll you in it. If you respond their kidding positively, you are trapped. Then each time, they would try to crack jokes around you and expect appreciation from you in form of smile or laugh even on their dumb and ‘basement’ (means literally lower) type jokes. The spontaneous and seldom smiling is some thing natural. It does not create any problem.
So the technique “Act dumb” is a very safe way of getting rid of these kinds of kidding. If you like the joke, enjoy it inside but act dumb through your facial expressions. Men would think of you Jenny (hehe) and would avoid cracking jokes in front of you. It may hurt your image of intelligent lady but believe you me it may save you from many problems, especially the meaningful talk which your colleagues actually intend to make YOU listen.
Beside all these tactics, sometimes you have to listen and respond to others. In my private life, I speak spontaneously without giving any second thought (actually first thought) to what I am saying. But in my professional life, I have to think before speaking. And whenever I try to think first (most difficult task), I lose the chance of responding appropriately and timely and when the moment is passed, many possible answers come in my mind. It always happens to me. Hence, it’s useless to think whether it’s before and after saying anything.
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Everyone likes to be appreciated. I don’t deny the human nature. But I don’t know why I feel so awkward when someone praises me. I feel more happy when people appreciate my work and nature but it turns out embarrassing when it comes to my appearance or all. I mean I like to dress decently but when someone praises my dressing, I get annoyed and it becomes clearly visible from my facial expressions. I mean if I don’t want to be appreciated, then why the hell I dress and present myself so well. I think I also have a dual personality. Since I have started working, I could not make myself used to such appreciation and I admit my inability I to hide my expressions as well. My fierce expressions stop people from complimenting in future. But still it’s a problem for me. I don’t digest blunt and direct, even indirect compliments on ME. And when I don’t like compliments so I cannot say thanks in response, bad etiquette. In fact, I am learning what to say at such moments keeping the distance and the reserveness of my behavior.
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The speechless moments are numerous and I think they are on rise. Does it mean I have started thinking? Don’t know but I think I am getting quiet by the passing time. was it a dumb joke? Khair I don’t have any thing worthy to write upon so I decided to recall some of my Speechless Moments. Oh “Speechless Moments” can be a good title of this post. Errrr…..I thought again after writing/saying something.
So here they are:
My Boss always needs briefing before any meeting regarding the previous meeting. Hai koi baat...Don’t know why he always forgets what was discussed in the last meeting even attending the meeting in full consciousness. There was a meeting regarding one of my projects, so I was called in his office. Another brother colleague was also sitting there silently. I started my briefing and Boss started refreshing his memory by saying “haan yaad aiya”. I paused for picking some other points, while boss pointed out towards the brother colleague:
Boss: What’s wrong with you? You look so tired today. B. C: Do I? (he looked at me and sought my approval and I ‘Acted Dumb’) Boss: Yes it’s evident from your eyes, same as her eyes show that she is a quite naughty girl but she tries to hide it a lot (he directly pointed out towards me). B. C: You are right my daughter was ill and I had to stay awake all night. And you are also right on the second point.
Now both started looking at me and got speechless.
Boss: Am I right? I: No, I am not naughty. (I said with an expressionless face). Boss: No I cannot be wrong (I know you are a Boss). I judge people rightly. You know I taught for 10 years. I can read faces and eyes of kids. And your eyes are opposite to your composed nature. I: No ….(pause)….actually…..hmmm……(thinking what to say) ….So I was telling you that no major decision was made in the last meeting (I handed over a paper to him).
Boss stared at me for few seconds, and then at bro colleague, both smiled and he took the paper from my hand.
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One of the sis colleagues called me in her cabin when she was sitting with a bro colleague:
She: Hey! give us a second please! I: What's the matter? (I stopped there)
She: Check his eyes (she pointed towards him) I: What? She: Did you notice some wrinkles around his eyes?
Now he started looking at me with the desire to listen some comments from me.
I: hmmm….(pause)…err….(I looked at the paper in my hand)....actually....I don’t understand what do you want to listen? She: Oho I was actually advising him to get married now (she’s is married and she cannot see singles roaming around). Isn’t he getting old?
I saw him, then the paper, then her, paper, him, tube light, her, peon, paper, her, table, paper, him…….oh God. In this whole time, he was seeing me like he would force me to say some thing for his wrinkled eyes. Damn! he was enjoying my situation.
I thought it better to slip from the scene.
I heard her saying at my back “oho mai bhi kis say poochnay bheit gai jis nay shaid apni shakal bhi mirror mai sahi terhan naa dekhi ho. Listen to me! I am telling you it’s the right time for getting married… :(
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Once I wore a beautiful kolhapuri chappal. I still love it. It's of pink color with a big stone on it surrounded by some embroidery. But once a colleague praised the chappal with “it actually suits in your feet”. I never wore that chappal again.
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I was arguing with a colleague:
I: Actually my point of view is that we need not to define each and every thing in SOPs. Some thing should remain in black and white.
He: I agree with you but.....can you please clean lipstick from your teeth!
I never used lipstick since then. Mom was informing me that all lipsticks have been frozen in the refrigerator. She was threatening me to give all to the maid.... :(
You can only read the post if you promise me that you won't laugh at the end. OK? Fine. go on!
Did you people watch the Indian movie “Dil walay Dulhaniya lay jayen gay”? I hope many would have seen it. My cousin once bought its cassette (CDs were not common then). I watched, in fact had to watch the movie whenever I visited her home because it was her all time favourite. It wasn’t my fav but my cousin tried a lot to make it so.
Many of its dialogues and scenes have been glued to my mind. I unintentionally attach many of the happenings around me to this movie. Some thing happens around me and I start thinking about same or similar thing happened in this movie too. Damn to my cousin. But it’s all unintentional. Many times I think of my cousin as an Indian spy who forced me to watch the movie like a mother puts milk bottle forcefully in baby’s mouth when the baby is sleeping. See! How stupidly I attached the some thing to this movie again, of course unintentionally!!
Do you remember the last scene of “Dil walay Dulhaniya lay jayen gay”? Let me remind you:
All are standing on the railway station. Train starts slowly. Shahrukh Khan (the hero) is in train with the bruised face seeing direct in the eyes of Amresh Puri (father of Kajol, the heroine). Amresh is holding the hand of Kajol while she is trying to release her hand saying “Let me go father. I cant live without him”. Train whistles. Kajol is begging. Shahrukh is also begging through his eyes. Amresh Puri still looks fierce. Kajol is now crying and requesting her father to let her. Suddenly an unexpectedly, Amresh uncle leaves her hand. Kajol gets shocked. She cannot move even an inch. She’s watching in her father’s eyes unbelievingly while her father says “Go beta go. No one can keep you happy except him”. The train is whistling. He continues “go beta and live your life as you want”. Kajol comes into consciousness. She moves backward slowly. Her father screams again “Go beta go”. She is now completely alert. Train whistles again. She sees the train, then her father who is still screaming with joy. Finally, she runs to the train. Train also takes its speed. She runs faste. Shahrukh is rendering his hand to her. Her family is backing her up for catching the train. She runs faster and faster (she might be a bullet train in her previous janam) and gets into the train. The movie ends happily.
Minus the hero and the purpose behind heroine’s run towards the train, same happened with me. Err….if not same but almost familiar. My father wasn’t allowing me to go. Time was flying like an F 16. My father hadn’t decided what I should do. All of the sudden; he leaves my hand and pushes me to hold the time. Thinking what’s the meaning of all this, I am standing still. Am I in consciousness? Am I dreaming? Or he is asleep? With the each push of my father, I lose the sight. How one sees clearly in tears? I lose the meaning of things around me. How one can think with a paralyzed mind? I even forget for what I was struggling. There is nothing in my mind to think upon. I can only listen the sound of a whistle. But why my father’s back-ups couldn’t help me moving? This is what I had wanted to. But why I have become paralyzed? Why am I not feeling any thing? I think I am dreaming. Yes it can only be a dream!!
In Pakistan, the wedding season starts with the beginnning of winters. This time the winter season started early so did the wedding season. When you come out on the weekend, you will be shocked rather surprised to see the weddings around. It seems the whole city is getting married.
Each year after attending weddings of 'others', I think that there will be lesser weddings next year. But the same situation appears next year. I mean what the hell.....I dont understand from where these hundred of bachelors come out, jam-pack the markets, force tailors to delay other innocents people's dresses, awake us forcefully till the morning, try to make us deaf with the horrible sounds of crackers and the pathetic orchestra of gali mahalla bands, block the roads and celebrate their weddings. wah wah. It's YOUR wedding. Why do you make the whole suffer? I especially hate delays on wedding functions. People have to starve literally until lunch or dinners are served.
This year, we have attended five weddings in our family and friends. Three more are to come. I have become bored of all these typical styled weddings. Why don't people try some innovative stuff in these boring functions?
The weddings look like a drama or film for me now. And the bride and groom....oh God....the most pathetical creature in the wedding functions. Same chamkeeli girlish embroidered sherwanis and kullas.....and the brides who look more like a gola gunda than a bride.
See youself, do they look naa? :D
The bride and groom are focal points. wesay I wonder why do they look so innocent and stupid on their weddings. See!
Hehe sorry haan.........dont know whether they are really innocent or they pose so. OK fine I know I will be lined up one day with these monkeys.....errrrr......I mean Monkey :D. One thing I really like that bride and groom sit on the stage and start collecting money. Wowwww....I dont know who had invented this tradintion but this is the only thing I like most. Everyone likes making money :P . The guests should present more and more money to the couple because expenses remain greater than the actual earning in the name of 'salami'.
On last wedding function, I was thinking that all brides look same in their bridal get-ups. Same dress, same make up and same jewelry. At night I did some search about the brides around the world. Interestingly, or I should painfully that bechari brides are every where treated with heavy makeups, jewelry and dresses than their grooms. Why this discrimination?
Khair. I tried to find out bridal traditions in different parts of the world, especially in Muslim world. Some brides look really sophisiticated, some look funny, some really decent and impressive and some look a prey to their traditions. Let's have a look of them:
A Bangladeshi Bride
An Indonesian Couple
The Malaysian Bride
I never liked the kissing scene on western weddings but this is awesome!!
Ching po chee...the Chinese couple
A Massai Bride, Africa
An Arab Bride
Afar Bride, Djibouti
Is there anyone in it?
Iranian Wedding....I dont believe; One groom and two brides :O
Egyptian Bride (Is she breathing?)
A Bulgarian Bride
(Why did she remind me of Eid ul Azha)
The Yemeni Bride
The Zulu Bride
OoO the most decent couple
I think she was from Brunei, dont remember exactly. She's elegant
A Thai Bride
Who says brides cant eat on their wedding?
haha...
OoOps!
Who says Muslim Bride cant do photo session :P
Notice some thing in this pic?
Did you get it? No?.....then see khussa with sox Hawwww!
And check this one too!
And in the end this one is really adorable. A Pakistani Bride
OK gee here it is as promised. Hey sorry for being late :)
Few days back, oh I think weeks back, I was telling someone that my legs and feet were not same what they are now Alhamdulillah. When I was just 8 months old, it was discovered that I had Physiological Genu Varum or Genu Varum. I had just started walking at that time. Interestingly, my parents didn't notice the disease as they were happy to see me walking and trembling. It is common that toddlers are used to tremble when they start walking. So it's difficult to distinguish if they are trembling of Physiological genu varum or they are trying to balance themselves.
What isPhysiological Genu Varum or Genu Varum?
"Genu varum (also called bow-leggedness or bandiness), is a deformity marked by medial angulation of the leg in relation to the thigh, an outward bowing of the legs, giving the appearance of a bow. It is also known as bandy-leg, bowleg, bow-leg, and tibia vara".
"Children until the age of 3 to 4 have a degree of Genu Varum. The knee-joints approach one another; the femur slopes downward and inward towards the knee joints; the tibia become straight; and the sole of the foot faces almost directly downwards".
A bowleg kid and a normal healthy kid
Causes:
"If a child is sickly, either with rickets or suffering from any ailment that prevents the due ossification of the bones, or is improperly fed, the bowed condition may remain persistent. Thus the chief cause of this deformity is rickets".
"Skeletal problems, infection, and tumors can also affect the growth of the leg, sometimes giving rise to a one-sided bow-leggedness. The remaining causes are occupational, especially among jockeys, and from physical trauma, the condition being very likely to supervene after accidents involving the condyles of the femur. Adults with rickets are thought to be bowlegged due to horse back riding".
Keep in mind that the extra-ordinary increased weight can also cause bowed legs in toddlers and also in adults. So child should be healthy but not fatty that his own legs cannot bear him.
Expectations:
"In most cases persisting after childhood, there is little or no effect on the ability to walk. Due to uneven stress and wear on the knees, however, even milder manifestations can see an accelerated onset of arthritis. Those with bowlegs and a genetic predisposition for developing arthritis will likely start having arthritic symptoms around age 30".
Treatment:
"Generally, no treatment is required for idiopathic presentation as it is a normal anatomical variant in young children. Treatment is indicated when it persists beyond 3 and half years old, Unilateral presentation, or progressive worsening of the curvature. When caused by rickets, the most important thing is to treat the constitutional disease, at the same time instructing the mother never to place the child on its feet. In many cases this is quite sufficient in itself to effect a cure, but matters can be hastened somewhat by applying splints. When the deformity arises in older patients, either from trauma or occupation, the only treatment is surgery".
So that was all about the Genu Varum. I caught the disease due to Rickets.
What is Rickets?
"Rickets is a softening of bones in children potentially leading to fractures and deformity. Rickets is among the most frequent childhood diseases in many developing countries. The predominant cause is a vitamin D deficiency, but lack of adequate calcium in the diet may also lead to rickets"
Causes:
Those at higher risk for developing rickets include:
Breast-fed infants whose mothers are not exposed to sunlight
Breast-fed infants who are not exposed to sunlight
Individuals not consuming milk, such as those who are lactose intolerant
Individuals with red hair have been speculated to have a decreased risk for rickets due to their greater production of vitamin D in sunlight.
If a mother has low vitamin D levels during pregnancy, her infant may have rickets at birth; this is often referred to as Congenital Rickets.
Treatment:
"Treatment involves increasing dietary intake of HGH, phosphates and vitamin D. Exposure to ultraviolet B light (sunshine when the sun is highest in the sky), cod liver oil, halibut-liver oil, and viosterol are all sources of vitamin D".
Rickets may cause many physical deformities. It caused Genu Varum in my body when I was less than a year.
My Story:
I was a healthy baby, not that fatty but healthy and very active. When I started walking I used to tremble alot. My parents thought it all normal. Once my phupha visited us who is a dentist and was working in Saudia at that time. I was as usual walking, rather trying to walk in front of him when he pointed out that my legs were bit bowed. The disease was in its earliest stage. With all the intake of Vitamin D and other calcium, some specific medicines are also used to impede the disease and to erect the bowed legs. In those days, (err it was early 80s) its medicines were not available in Pakistan. I hope they are available now.My uncle was kind enough to send me all the medicines from Saudi Arabia. I was completely alright till the age to two.
My father is used to tell me about it. I never took it seriously. But when I read myself about the disease in detail how some people could not get rid of it and have to live with the permanent deformity, I indebtedly bow my head to Allah Subhanna Aa Ta'ala for granting me the perfect health.
If your kid has bowed legs, dont worry. It's completely cureable if diagose at the right time. My disease was caught and treated at the right time. I have spent and is spending my life Alhamdulillah in full swing. I was a good player of basketball. And yes I was among the fastest runners of 100 meters runnig also. I never faced any problem in walking and running.
When you have the deficiency of Vitamin D at any stage of your life, try to go through the complete treatment and of course you would have to take care of yourself rest of your life. Because the tendency of bone fracture may increase in you than in anyone else.
I was an extremely naughty and out of control child. My parents used to literally request me not to take a part in any sport or any physical activity. At that time, I was little to understand what's harm in it. But many times I got serious injuries during playing. I stopped participating in all type of sports when my wrist sprained during a tennis match.
I started cycling then. I considered it safe. I still love it. Imagine in the hot days of June and July when temperature's 40 to 45, I took my mountain bike out, made my baby brother sit on the rod (hehe bechara) and started towards the unknown destinations. My brother still remembers how skillfully I used to take out the keys of main door under my mom's pillow and how silently I took out the bike from the garage. hehe. I had another hobby that was jumping out of the walls. I preferred jumping their walls rather going through main gates :D . During such a jump, my arm got fractured at two plases. But it was all fun. I had a month off from the school :D .
See! I had this disease but Alhamdulillah it was treated at the right time. In a nut shell, it is necessary to keep an eye on your kid's health and growth. We do practice all baseless traditions keenly but I dont know why we are unable to develop and promote the culture of regular medical check-ups.
My little nephew who's in nursery to my brother-in-law:
Nephew: Baba! what should I do when there is a bomb blast in school (Khuda na khuasta)?
BIL: beta try to stay away from the main gate. You ll be alright. Nothing would happen.
Nephew: But if bomb walay uncle enters the school then?
BIL: Then lay down on the ground and cover your ears with your hands.Understand?
Nephew: OK
BIL: and if you see your teacher around, go to her and do whatever she says. OK?
Nephew: and if teacher says nothing?
BIL: then lay down and close your eyes. No need to see here and there.
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Listening to all this, I couldn't stop my tears. How much terrible our lives have become? What type of fear this is. Death is eternal. We cannot espace from it. But such a painful death with listening the screames of injured and dying people around is unimaginable. Life is uncertain but when this uncertainity overcomes you all over, you die before your time.
These days, we live on daily basis. Each day, I thank Allah SWT for keeping me and my family safe. Yea I sound selfish but what I can do except praying that my country gets rid of all those who are doing this. May Allah guard everyone, He is the actual Protector.
I have stopped watching news. I cannot bear the scenes of dead bodies and cries of their loveones over them. Just a single bomb blast ruin the nemerous families with the lost of their bread earners. Not only few people die in these bomb blasts, their whole families die with them. They die spiritually if not physically. Can they forget all this? No, no way!! The accidental deaths can never be forgotten. NEVER! No word can console the family of deceased. And the announced money, Is there any value of a life?
Parents are especially in an extremely difficult situation. I can understand how my mother lets me leave the home daily in prayers and wishes. Whole day, my father keeps calling me and advising me not to go anywhere unnecessarily. My colleagues remain in stress until their children reach home from the schools.
I wish that I wake up one day and find every thing PERFECTLY alright. Can my wish change any thing? I wish it could!
Due to the busiest schedule on and after Eid, I could not post any thing. So first deserves the Eid Post :)
Alhamdulillah, this Eid was surely the most memorable eid at our home. We have actually celebrated two eids this year. Just one day before Eid, the result of my brother's final year had been declared and he has officially become a Doctor of Pharmacy. I have been teasing him by calling him 'doctor sab' haha...the expressions come on his face hearing this title are utterly cute and entertaining. Can you believe, he shies away to listen 'doctor sab'. My God! when will my baby brother become a Man :P .
We have passed literally a difficult time with him. My father wanted him to become a physician. Although he wanted to go for engineering, his childhood dream but he respected my father's wish and tried for it. Tried sincerely hard but could not get the admission in MBBS just with the margin of few percentage. When you lost the chance of MBBS, there are not left much opportunity to go with. It was extremely difficult time. My brother lost courage and enthusiam and father considered himself responsible for all this. But thank God, the tough time had passed. He got the title anyway :P and I hope he will soon get the suitable job inshAllah. He has started some work already mashAllah. So doctor sab! my prayers are with you. I wish you all the best :) and you know I will stand by you forever. But I will not leave my money which you have borrowed :|
O haan I was telling about the Eid activities. I made sheer khurma on chaand raat and as usual it turned out utterly delicious mashAllah. Nani gave me Rs 100 for that effort.
Sheer Khurma sponsored by Olpers Milk and others.
On first day of Eid, I handled all the meat with my father and distributed it among the family, friends, neighbours and others. Papa gee kept telling me how to make three parts of meat and how to distribut it all. Due to my excellent skills of management and quality of generosity, the meat finished before the evening and mom started yelling at me about the important families who have to live this year without our distributed meat.I am sorry for that.
Check this one!
No no you took me wrong. It's not about giving the proof that we did qurbani alhamdulillah this year too hehe. Actually I wanted to show you the cloth under the meat. See the yellow cloth with something written on it. See it again?
The story of the Cloth under the Meat:
A year before, once on a windy and a bit stromy day, my brother returned home after offering prayer in Masjid (mashAllah, he's very punctual) with this yellow piece of cloth. It fell down in his feet due to the blowing wind. My brother took it to home. It is actually a banner of a school in Lahore called Adabistan-e-Sofia School. The banner was quite huge and of a very good fabric. My brother folded it and kept it in the store for rainy day. Not only this, he also took off another poster of the school which was pasted on our front wall. Some Quranic Ayas were printed on it. He cut it off and pasted it on the door of his room. Will post the pic soon.
At that time we laughed at him alot on keeping the banner for the rainy day. But on Eid, we have to admit and appreciate his anticipation and aqalmundi when my mother couldn't d find out some faded torn off bed sheet and my brother brought it out and presented to us with extreme pride. So we happily put meat on it and enjoyed the distribution. Under each boti, there lied attractive packages which Adabistan-e-Sofiais was offering for toddlers. I read many of them to my father. So the distribution ceremony finished in fun.
Moral of the story:
Sometime tads do right things but sometime.
In the Evening, I went to the most of the relatives's homes and tasted every thing they had served. There were variety of dishes, yummyyy....At night, my stomach refused to accept even a sip of water.
Next day was dedicated to the kitchen. I made biriyani and booti kabab.
The boti kabab are different from the simple shami kabab which are made of qeema. The boti kabab are made of small pieces of meat, not qeema. They are difficult to handle. I made them for the first time and thank God they turned out very tasty. Papa liked them most. Biriyani was also appreciated by everyone but I personally didn’t like it this time.See the pic, I terribly mixed them and broke the rice evetually :( . I always have this problem in the end. Any suggestion?
On Third day of Eid, I tried Hunter Beef. on my dear doctor saab's farmaiysh with little variation. hmm...not little recipi kafi change ki thi.
Of course it's not the real pic
One day before, I marinated the beef steak in yogurt with all the spcies and kept it in fridge. Then next day, put it on the stove without water and forgot it till the evening. When steak got tender, I sent it to the near by shop for grilling. Oh God, it was so yummy. Cant tell you in words. My bro was quite happy on the attempt and I think it was for the first time. he always finds mistakes in my dishes :x
At night of the third day, I found some time for myself and applied the henna on my hand. I wanted to apply this design:
but ended up with this:
And I always do that. Com'on I dont exactly know how to hold the cone of the menhdi, so dont accept me to make any complicated design. Now you will ask, why this sqaure? Read below!
Story behind the Square of Menhdi:
Before each eid, I always spend hours in finding good looking design and always, always end up with tikky design. So on last Eid, I made this one:
See how much beautiful it is looking. I always love it. But my phupu gave a very hard time on last eid. She snubbed me alot by saying "why do you always apply this design of prostitutes'?". And my heart broke in little pieces. matlab some henna designs are now attributed for those poor gals. See how much rude and racist she is. I dont like her. She always comes up with such baseles objections. That's why I tried the square design this time. But shockingly, she didn't approve it too. hai koi baat...khair who cares. Moral: You cannot oblige the world, especially women called phupho.
And my eid dress it was npt that bad. It was a present from my sis who got this embroidery from Multan. Although I didn't like the color but embroidry was awesome.
So that was all from my side. Do share with me how you did spend your eid days.
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