Unaiza Nasim

How much strength do you need to let yourself go in a flight right after you have heard about a crash.
My flight was scheduled to take off from Karachi airport at 12:10, July 28th. It was around 10 and I was arguing at the flyDubai counter for my baggage when I called up a relative working in Airblue and heard about the plane crash. The flight had departed from Karachi airport two hours back.
A was stricken by a shock. Thinking of how unpredictable life is,I gave up the argument, held my daughters hand and rushed to gate #24 to board the plane.
One of my closest friend was supposed to leave Khi for Islamabad on the same date from Airblue. She had left two of her sons in Abbotabad with her husband who’s an army officer and was in Khi to visit her father who was on death bead. The first call I made before turning off my cellphone was to her. It was a relief to know that her seat was cancelled and she had a booking from Shaheen air next morning.

I was the last passenger to board and as the plane got ready to took off, I looked at my two year old daughter gave her a hug and a kiss on her forehead, made her read the “dua-e-safar” and prayed to Allah to help us in reaching our destination safely.Alhamdulilah we landed safely. But mind still captured in the thoughts of the unfortunate ones.
Looking at the pictures of the young members of youth foundation, the airblue crew, the journalists,the new married couple… my heart sank and I just prayed for the families and their success there after.

May their souls rest in peace amen. May their families get peace and may we all be in Allah’s safety Amen

Sometimes I really wonder where my life’s heading to? Will I ever be the same person that I wanted to be? Or this is life for me.
I love challenges,monotony kills me.

Right now, Im at a point where my life seems stagnant. And trust me it’s depressing to see myself in this state. Just that I have to wait till my daughter reaches a stage when shes capable of taking care of herself.

For now, I’m the house wife, the mom and everything but not me.

It needs to dig a lot of thought to figure it out but since Umelicious pointed her weird ones out and requested me to do so, dutifully here I’m.
1. I pluck boggies out of Tabeer’s nose
2. Also, I always make sure to check the color, smell and quantity of her poop:P
3. I love playing with my umar’s ear lobes:P and never fail to let them go unless I am warned to let them go. Funny, Tabeer loves doing the same to him. (poor him!!)
4. I can create the weirdest words ever:P especially when it comes to names:)
5.Cannot think of anything else:P

My trip to Karachi went well. Short and fun filled.

On the airport I was sitting and wondering if I ever had to come back and live here will I? I thought I would say yes, I have always been so desperate to see my niece, shop around, have fun filled gossips, enjoy the food (that leaves me with endless trips to the rest room) There was a never ending list of fantasies I associated with my homeland. Never had I realised that life is not just this. Once you have kids it sure changes the way you see the world.

Apart from I want my kid to grow up in a more secure environment, I really despise the sick thing going on in the city (Im not sure if it is same in the whole country) “Competition” And no it is not a healthy competition but it’s a wild race.

Which school does the kid goes to, what kind of clothes are you wearing, are they updated or not, how good is your sense of fashion….. The real self is really lost somewhere under the beautifully made, tastefully adorned person.

This is not what I want from life. I love nice clothes and I appreciate people who are well dresses, but to me it comes as a package. The person has to so something with its inner self too. It is the combination.
Obviously I want my daughter to go the best schools around but I need to monitor her etiquettes, her sense of judgement. I just dont want her to be groomed on an outer edge.
And this is all I found about the city.People respect you for what brand you carry, for what car you come out of, for what school your kids go to, how many people you know….
For me Karachi is where I can go and have fun but cannot imagine living there.

Sitting here in Jordan, with a sick baby and wishing that she gets well soon. Life is no fun when she’s not good.

I have  a lot to write. I went to Karachi for a few days, cousins wedding, came back, unpacked and packed for Jordan, Tabeer got ill took her to hospital in emergency, cancelled our flights which were the same morning that Tabeer got admitted in hospital. Rescheduled the flights and here we are but somethings missing : Tabeers chirpiness…

I did an analysis of life in Pakistan and will come back with my thoughts on it again. I need to pen down the memories and the experience of both trips and willdo it shortly,IA

We meet people in our life on a daily basis. Some get along so well that we would try to hook to them for the rest of our life. Some just do not click and as days pass by we hardly remember meeting them.

I have always been a sensitive person and since I didn’t have a sister I always looked for company around me. Sometimes my kindness is taken to be my weakness. People, I would rather say friends try to hurt me, intentionally or unintentionally and they even succeed. Sometimes I forget and forgive and sometimes I just try to forget that they were in my life until they come back.

And they do come back! I can hardly recall anyone who had hurt me and not returned with an apology.

Im just too transparent. I think a friend will go along a long way, and I think a friend accepts me for what and how I am. Sometimes Im left in the crowd alone to wander and think if I were wrong or if it were really a friend or not. Or I its me who’s wrong?

Do I make sense?? I guess not as most of teh times:)

Finally a little kick to my trying to sleep, sleepless soul:P Im trying to help a friend in her cause to raise funds for http://teatimeindubai.blogspot.com/2010/03/charity-appeal-help-me-raise-money-for.html

We are having tea party and anyone wishing to join, please email me. If not just spread teh word.

Lets make teh world a better place.

Im unable to sleep, again!
Tabeer doesn’t let me sleep, she would try to hug mein her sleep and doing that she keeps pushing me till I run out of space:P
So here I’m sitting alone in the living room and just evaluating life (I do that quite often:P). Everything seems in place, just not me. Im bored!
Monotony would bore anyone. Have some upcoming traveling after which I have to take my driving classes, get a license (freedom, further:P) . Meanwhile, Im looking to make new friends in Dubai for tea parties, lunch, brunch…. Anyone in for it?? Just drop me an email and I will send you an invitation to join my group on facebook (thats teh hip thing isnt it:P) Any recommendations are always welcome!

No it’s not that I have said good-bye to blogging. Im just doing the most important job of mothering a child trying my best to help her develop in a human being that pays to the world in a possitive way.

I’m here to blog as the responsiblities are on a break. Hubby’s travelling and Tabeer’s deep asleep next to me. I’m lost in my thoughts and one which I think I should share with all comes from the chapter” lessons” in the “book of life”.

Think well and once you decide on something, stick to it. It will pay off. We think our way knowing how capable we are and the world thinks their way.

I decided to wean my baby till 2 years. And I stuck to it. My mother, my SIL, the social pressure nothing stopped me. I’m a proud mother of a baby who stands out.

I made certain rules about my life 3 years back after my marriage. It’s not that I will never change any of those rules, but yes, some of them stay the same forever. I am truely happy with my life. (Alhmdullilah)

What I want to say is perhaps social pressure makes you make a choice that’s not yours or may be you have an emotional blackmailer- just think wisely. Draw a line in what you really want and think if you can justify your wanting. Stick to it.

One quiet moment in your life, you will cherish the decision.

Why do good people die young?
Why is it that when somebody is dead we acknowledge all the best that they had in themselves. Something we never did when they were alive.

I have no idea why this thing popped up in my sleepless, hyperactive mind.

On another note, it’s tough to be a sensitive person:)