Unaiza Nasim

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:)

Doesn’t believe how time flies. I just wish - and I hope - and I believe and I know it will always be the same and yes I do not say it will get better cause it cant be any better  (InshaAllah and amen) Here’s a lil dedication for you  to make my life so beautiful

Usually when two ppl love together for a lontime things seem to change …
its been said enough to last forever,but this love gets better Every day,
we get all excited inside,
everytime that we get alone,he still got love in his Eyes,
and i still got love in my soul

Still, feels like the first time we met -that i kissed and i told u i love you,
we still, run around like teenagerseven though we’re grown and married with kids,
we still, talk on the phone for hours
when im awayand he still, writes letters and send me flowers every other day,
the question everybody ask, is how we make it last,
i tell them i still he still we still

Now i still smile in the morning,
when i realize im still in his arms,we know everything about each other,
but we still keep holding on-yea,
we’re never gonna break up we’ll be always there to make up,
as long as we stick together we’ll climb higher,
im gonna ride with him to the wire,
our love is never gonna end we’re on fire,

We go through problems like everybody else (but i really dont mind)
but i dont mind cuz it makes us keep it fresh
whats sadder than an arguement is the thought we may have never been
He’s my lover, my babys father, my lifetime partner and my friend,
still the man of my dreams,he still, still the man for me and
im still in love with him so deeply,
i think ill sing it again
Hes still, still the man of my dreams, hes still, still the man for meand im still in love with him deep deeply

Still, feels like the first time we met
that i kissed and i told u i love you,
we still, run around like teenagers even though we’re grown and married with kids,
we still, talk on the phone for hours when im away
and he still, writes letters and send me flowers every other day,
the question everybody ask, is how we make it last,
i tell them i still he still we still

For all the time it has taken me to blog I need to write a lot. The Karachi trip, the search for a new apartment in Dubai, packing up and  finally moving.Sounds easy but it isn’t…
As I was taking off the photo frames from walls, I recalled all the lovely moments that I have had in this place. From making a home, to leaving it for a better place. Memories of bringing the first piece of furniture and before that sleeping on the air bed, hanging the first picture on the wall, my mothers and brothers first visit, bringing in Tabeer from hospital…
Finally the first tera drops.

This was a one bedroom apartment with a decent hall that was good enough for the two of us. As Tabeer was born, her furniture, toys and other tit bits were seen scattered and we felt the need for more room. So now we are going to a better place, thats 10 minutes drive to hubby’s work (the part I cherish the most about moving) has 2 bedrooms, a maids room and a laundry room. And not to forget the view of Arabian sea and Sheikh Zayed road from the windows.

I try to make self realize these facts and forget teh attachment that is with the apartment I first moved into.
So guys wish me luck and remember us in prayers.

Hope to blog from my new place…

We applied for a USA visit visa so that we could take Tabeer to Disney world and meet few of our friends who are there.Sadly, our application got rejected:P
Going through all the hassle, the long queues,  checking/ re-checking at every point, checking/rechecking documents and not to forget the long wait I kept wondering if Pakistan will ever become a state so important like the US. The answer very obvious is “NO”.
Hope is a good breakfast but a bad supper. Been more than 60 years and we as a nation are hopeless:P We know no respect for ourself and for our fellow people.
It really makes my heart cry when I see most of the low-class workers, the laborers and the drivers Pakistanis. Sometimes I really wish I wasn’t born in Pakistan. ( I wasn’t actually:P What I mean is I wasn’t Pakistani:P) 
 We have so much infrastructure problems in our country that we (layman)  just cannot do anything about them! (those who say please tell me how would you get constant electric supply at your house/office without using a generator)

I just feel so hopeless for Pakistan especially with the current government. I want write no further on it!

How long has it been that you have thanked Allah for blessing us with legs to stand, walk. Eyes, hands, ears….

Seldom do we realise how blessed we are.
A friend of mine  lost her 3 year old boy in a car accident in California, 18 months back. She herself got her lowered body damaged badly. The uterus was removed and she cannot conceive again. She had spend a long time on bed, fighting with life. And when she wakes up, she doesn’t want to live.
The car driven by her husband got hit by an 8 wheeler and she lost her baby boy and her mobility then and there. She’s still unable to stand for long , lift weight, or  walk much.  She thinks she’s useless and wants her hubby to marry someone else.

She was one lady who became friends with me 5 years back during an interview for job. Ever since, shes been in touch. A sugar-coated girl.
Such are the moments when you cannot even say that what ever happens is for good. Allah wants  it to be good for us. Deep inside we know it, but we cannot relate to it.

She didn’t come online and I didn’t pay attention. Today when I talk to her, I have no words only tears and prayers and I request you all to please pray for her health and happiness, amen.And please take a moment to thank Allah for the blessings he Has bestowed upon us. Alhamdulilah.
May Allah keep us and our children in His protection and may Allah save us from any trials. Amen

I fear: being lonelyI hate: feeling left outI love : so many things. cooking,baking, decorating, roaming around, shopping, dressing up, coffee, popcorns… (umar and tabeer come in this category;))I want: to travel round the world, meet all my friends.I will: make my dreams come!I am: happy! (alhamdulilah)

All private schools would have been taken under government (with the same staff and same salary structure) uniformity and thus no status symbol in education.
No house more than 500 yards.
Police department privatized.

Next thing I know is I will be shot dead:P Seriously something needs to be done in the above mentioned areas.

I opened up my refrigerator and realized top 5 things that always have to be in:

A box of Ice cream
some chicken (uncooked)
Semi-ready meal (samosas, nuggets, kebabs…)
A big bag of corn niblets
Frozen veggies

And teh curious me wondering what other people keep in their freezers:) So what’s in there?

(A post was due on her birthday, here is what I come with after one year and one month of this beautiful gift in my life…)

As Taber cling on to me, grasping the corner of my shirt, I give up.
For last almost an hour (which seems like ages) I have been trying to go to the loo. But the way my lovely daughter wants me to be around her makes me decide to wiat for another few minutes.
Finally, I sit back and decide to be with her. I see her innocently playing give and take with me and with every move she sounds excitedly :”ayya” and giggles out what seems to be the most innocent sound I have ever encountered in my life.
I think of these carefree days…
I foresee her as a grown up, responsible person. Responsibilities that only add-on in life…
She hides her behind the chair and peeks a boo! I tend to be frightened by her little move and hug her tightly… Another beautiful laughter blows out of her mouth and I feel more in love.

With every laughter she has, a stream of prayers comes out..I wish her smile, her innocence always be catered, the innocence grown in the form of purity of her thoughts. May her life be free of hassles, hardships, pain. May she find the key to contentment, may she find love and laughter, peace and harmony, may she be blessed with bliss…
(Amen!)

Tabeer stands up under the table and calls “Aya” again. Aya is me. As she learns the art of balancing on her little feet, I feel like being of her age again. Carefree, knowing that someone’s there to hold me on every fall.
I miss my mom.
Next thing I know is Im under the table playing with her.