And this is winter in my homeland, Pakistan…
And this is winter in my homeland, Pakistan…
You wake up one day and realize you’re ten years older than you were the previous night. Beyond the initial shock, how does this development change your life plans?
As it is, time passes so quickly when you have children that you don’t want to forget to enjoy every moment. If 10 years passed, it would just be too much for me, not because I was 10 years older but because I would have missed so much from my son’s life. I made a decision to stay at home for him so I would not miss anything. Four years on, I am still a stay-at-home-mom. I started writing some things that he had said or done so I would not forget them and I ended up authoring 2 children’s books.
I wrote this poem on my son’s 4th birthday…
Time passes so quickly,
It leaves me a bit giddy,
I just cannot believe it,
My baby’s four already.
I feel a sense of panic,
Should he know more?
Phonics and pencil grip.
My baby’s turned four.
Should he be a bit taller?
And learn how to strive
Before I even know it,
He will soon be five.
What more can I do?
To make sure he knows
Everything he needs.
As he grows and grows.
For soon my little baby
Will be a young man
Taking on the world
With his very own plan.
And then I’ll watch him
Meet success all the way,
But for now I should just
Enjoy his every day.
I’m a typical girl as far as shopping is concerned and whenever I have to buy something I need someone with me to confirm my choice.
Recently I bought a sofa for my new home in Bahrain and I was alone (not by choice) when I was shopping. I took ages to select one and when I got home and showed the pictures to my family nobody liked it. So I went back the next day, this time taking my cousin with me to help me. When I arrived at the store, the salesman told me that they had a promotion that day till 2pm with 20% off on all furniture. I looked at my watch, it was 1:52pm. Well thanks to my cousin being there with me, I made the exchange in that 8 minutes and got the 20% off.
My husband is terrible as a shopping partner. It’s the last thing he wants to be a part of. If I ask him how something is looking on me, his one and only reply will be, “It’s fine. If you like it, buy it.” (Yet I persist in asking him.)
“But is it good, is it worth it?” I insist.
“Are you sure you need it?” he answers.
“I don’t need it, I want it!” By this time I am thoroughly put off and leave the shop without buying anything. Mission accomplished for my husband.
At other times when I really, really know that I want something, I take my sister along and select it. Then I call up my husband, “I’m standing in the shop and I really like abc and it costs xyz. Can I buy it?”
“Do I have a choice?” asks my husband perplexed.
“Not really.” I reply cheerfully. “Thanks!”
And that’s it. Mission accomplished for me.
This dizzying texture is a photo of the inside of a crystal vase with night mode setting to achieve a yellow hue.
As my week in Bahrain comes to an end and everything is in order for us to fly back in the 3rd week of August for the final move, I leave you with this quote I read…
Our traditional Pakistani breakfast consists of puri (bread made of flour and fried) with cholay (spicy chickpeas curry), aloo bhaji (pickled potatoes) and halwa (sweet made of semolina). Now anyone would think that we would have the chickpeas and potatoes with the bread and after that we would eat the sweet.
But here’s the thing; we eat them all together. We like to combine the savoury with the sweet and eat with the bread. It is so delicious but oh so heavy. Once finished there’s only one thing you feel like doing; taking a nap!
Yesterday I had a hard time putting my little one to sleep. We went through the usual routine of a bath, 2 stories read out, 1 story made up, a cuddle and a hug, but the little guy had no intentions of sleeping. I pleaded, threatened and begged, but to no avail. We had a flight the next morning and I had to get a lot done in preparation. If I tried to leave him, he would just start crying. Finally he fell asleep at 11pm. So did I.
Time for another Odd Trio prompt: write a post about any topic you want, in whatever form or genre, but make sure it features a slice of cake, a pair of flip-flops, and someone old and wise.
Natasha’s favorite place was the beach. She loved walking barefoot on the wet sand and feeling the wind in her hair. Most of all, she loved watching the sunset. When she got married, she and her husband bought a house on the beach and Natasha’s ultimate dream was realized.
Some years passed and Natasha had two beautiful daughters, Maryam and Sara just 2 years apart. When Maryam was turning 5, Natasha had a party and called all her family and close friends. Her mother-in-law flew in from Pakistan for the party. Natasha baked a beautiful Disney Princess birthday cake. When it was time to cut the cake, everyone gathered around. The candles were blown and the party sung Happy Birthday. Natasha was just cutting the first slice of cake when her younger daughter, Sara who didn’t like it when she was not the center of attention, decided to do something about it. She took off her flip flops and flung them in the air towards the table.
They landed in the cake. There was a stunned silence and everyone stared at the pair of flip flops sticking out of the cake.
Natasha’s mother-in-law was the first to break the silence.
“Oh-ho Natasha, your cake is a big flop!”
Lombard Street, San Francisco, the most zigzag street I’ve seen.