Unaiza Nasim

Fish story

Unaiza Nasim — Fri, 27 Aug 2010 22:49:34 +0000

Every night before going to sleep, Tabeer asks us for a story. Lst few days I noticed that as soon as we start a story she interrupts and gives her ideas. So today I asked Tabeer to tell me a story.

Mama: Tabeer tell mama tory? (story)
Tabeer: fish tory.
Mama: ok
Tabeer: One day Tabeer fish came and take Leezay fish. (Aleezay, my niece who is three months elder than Tabeer)
Mama: hmm. then?
Tabeer: tory finish.

One baby

Unaiza Nasim — Fri, 27 Aug 2010 22:42:11 +0000

As soon as she turned two, her story telling skills have improved.
So did the conversation and the vocabulary.
Today before going to bed I asked Tabeer if she wants a baby.
Mama: Tabeer wants a baby?
Tabeer: No
Mama: hmm so Tabeer doesn’t want a baby.
Tabeer: No. One baby.
Mama: Only one baby? No other?
Tabeer: One baby. Khalas. (Khalas: the end in arabic)
Mama: Ok!

I smile

Tabeer on the go

Unaiza Nasim — Mon, 23 Aug 2010 23:25:55 +0000

My little baby girl’s going to be two inshaAllah on 26th of August. Time flies.
From the first sight of hers to the feel of the cuddles, the first word and the cute babbling everything is as fresh as an apple in my mind.
She has developed a full fledged personality with strong likes and dislikes about people, clothes, toys, food….
She has cute rituals of going to bed bidding bye bye to Barney, sometimes blue colour, red shoe, nanoo, leezay. meyam, saya mami… listening to a bed time story about her favorite stuff (candies, Icecream, Dolphin….) and then offering her legs to mama and baby to scratch until she falls asleep.
There’s so much to grab, cannot get enough of it. The starts with a mama mama shout still in bed waiting to get the protocol, followed by “out fun” then demands of early morning candy, ice-cream , noola (noodles) or chicken.
Barni or Pani is a game for her. When i play Barni she says pani and when I offer her pani she says “no, Barney”

She has turned two in obviously two years, but seems like she has grown with speed. This year we will not be celebrating her birthday cause of the flood in Pakistan.But that does not mean we love her less. I want her to look back and realize what is more important in life.

May Allah bless her with all the riches He has to offer, the wealth of strong faith, wisdom, health, happiness, peace, satisfaction, a good heart, money, love, respect, peace of mind and a long life amen.
May she always stay safe from all calamities, Allah’s wrath, accidents, shirk, bad company, hatred, satan and evil forces.

Amen.

Happy birthday my dear daughter. Live long life. Amen

The Air blue plane crash tragedy

Unaiza Nasim — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 10:58:43 +0000

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

life update

Unaiza Nasim — Mon, 05 Jul 2010 20:24:18 +0000

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.

6 weird habits

Unaiza Nasim — Fri, 25 Jun 2010 15:12:51 +0000

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

Trip to Karachi

Unaiza Nasim — Tue, 27 Apr 2010 06:47:01 +0000

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.

Jordan visit, 2010

Unaiza Nasim — Tue, 13 Apr 2010 09:21:28 +0000

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

Question mark

Unaiza Nasim — Tue, 23 Mar 2010 21:19:47 +0000

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:)

Cause its a Noble cause

Unaiza Nasim — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 11:50:21 +0000

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.