Saturday morning

What’s your ideal Saturday morning? Are you doing those things this morning? Why not?

I would love to sleep late on a Saturday morning. Unfortunately I have a 5 year old who likes to sneak into my bed in the middle of the night and get up at 6:30 sharp. So does he wake me up? Yes, of course. He starts wriggling, pulling the bed cover off me, landing his knees in my stomach until I have no other choice but to get out of bed.

Being a Saturday it should be a relaxing morning, but having a super active little boy makes sure it isn’t. I have enrolled him in tennis classes and I have to take him every weekend from 9 to 10 in the morning. Thankfully the tennis academy is just a 4 minute drive away and we often reach there 5 minutes before the scheduled start.

Now Nadir loves hitting the ball, but he loves messing around even more. He knows it’s not school so he can be as non-serious as he wants. I have to stand with him as he gets his turn in the group class and urge him to follow the coach’s instructions. I’m the only parent doing that and I envy the others who are relaxing on the chairs happily punching away on their smartphones while their children do exactly what they’re supposed to. By the end of the one hour class, I’m not sure who’s more of a nervous wreck, me or the coach.


In the meantime, my husband is snoring away in bed. He gets to sleep in on the weekend since he goes to work all week and I don’t. I know, life isn’t fair.

The rest of the morning is spent in keeping Nadir busy in various activities. This is not so difficult as he loves to draw and color and can spend a lot of time doing just that. Sometimes he draws a monster and asks me to make a mask for him like that. He patiently waits while I work away with my felt and glue gun.


Saturday mornings are definitely more hectic than other mornings but I really treasure the time I spend with my son.


“I would have written a shorter letter, but I did not have the time.” — Blaise Pascal
Where do you fall on the brevity/verbosity spectrum?

“Mama, do you know what a chatterbox is?” said my nearly 5 year old son one afternoon. Without waiting for me to answer he continued, “A chatterbox is a person who talks too much. Like me!”

Later in the afternoon I took him to the playground in the country club near our house. “Hello, good afternoon!” said the receptionist smiling brightly.

“Hello” replied my son. “I’m going to the playground because I don’t have my swimming lesson today. My swimming costume is blue which is my favorite color.”

At the playground he met 5 girls who were in the 6 to 10 years range and were playing on the swings.

“Hello, I’m Nadir what’s your name?” The girls started giggling and looking at each other, feeling a bit shy to answer.

Soon enough they were standing around him while he told them where he was from, where he was living before coming here and where he went to school. He also proceeded to demonstrate the right way to sit on the swing.

Wherever he goes he wants to have a conversation with everyone. He especially likes to talk to adults because they ask him questions whereas other children are usually too shy to answer him.

I don’t know where he gets it from as my husband and I are both a bit reserved when it comes to talking to strangers and generally don’t talk that much. I was joking with my husband that soon the whole neighborhood will know everything about us thanks to Nadir and we won’t have any secrets.

Back To School for Mom

I actually don’t remember ever being anxious about going back to school. After a long rather boring summer, I looked forward to it. What definitely made me anxious were the exams. Even today whenever I am worried about something I dream that I have an exam and I haven’t prepared for it.

Now as a mother I was more anxious when my little boy went to the “big” school today for the first time. Would he manage going to the toilet by himself? Would he like the lunch and eat it? Would he make friends? Would he manage to see the hours through?

My son was just excited to be wearing a uniform and wanted to go as early as possible. The result was that we had to wait till his teacher called us inside. As I stood nervously by his side holding my car keys, my son chatted with the other students waiting (who he had met for the first time and were much older than him).

When I went to pick him up he was wearing a crown and a smiley face sticker and he told me that the teacher said he was a good boy. He had also had his lunch and snack and had no trouble going to the toilet. Oh boy, relief!

Back to school

Chores no more

Congrats — you’ve been handed a robot whose sole job is to relieve you of one chore, job, or responsibility you particularly hate. What is it?

In fact I have a brilliant person in my life who has relieved me of a lot of chores that I hate, cleaning, washing, ironing. Her name is Rubie and she’s the 4th member of our family. I can leave my son with her and know that she’ll treat him like her own. Here are Rubie and my son “protesting” for more holidays.

Thanks to her I get time to pursue my hobbies of writing, crafting and photography. I can go out on the weekends on a movie date with my husband knowing that my son is in safe hands.

Magical Tunnel

You’ve been given the ability to build a magical tunnel that will quickly and secretly connect your home with the location of your choice — anywhere on Earth. Where’s the other end of your tunnel?


How I wish I had a magical tunnel right now! I’ve been having all my belongings packed so that they can be shipped to our new home in Bahrain. It took 2 1/2 days to have everything packed and the air freight and the sea shipment will take 5 days and 3 weeks respectively to arrive. It will go through customs clearance, a lot of paper work, and several agents to finally reach its destination. How I wish I had a magical tunnel I could have used to bypass all that!

Having said that, I must say that the packers and the company handling our relocation have been very professional and efficient. Although it is a big job moving from one country to another, they have made it very comfortable for us and helped us in every way.

For my son, so far, it has been an adventure moving into a temporary accommodation until we fly off to Bahrain. Especially since he gets to go to the swimming pool every day!

The highlight of the move so far has got to be when a big school arrived at our house to pick up a carpet I was selling. It will be used in a school here in Dubai. How lovely that the carpet I bought for my son’s nursery will bring joy to other children as well!

No Surprises

You return home to discover a huge flower bouquet waiting for you, no card attached. Who is it from — and why did they send it to you?

Having been married for nearly 11 years, when I get a huge bouquet, it can only be from my husband who wants to say “Happy Birthday” and apologize for being out of town on that important day. It doesn’t have a card because, well, he forgot to attach it and obviously I would know who it was from.

Here’s the bouquet I got on one of my birthdays…


Let Time Stand Still

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.


Unlikely Pairing

puri halwa

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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!