The Holy Month's Crescent Shows Up!

Groping in the dark, around the circle of her life, days after days, weeks after weeks, months after months, carrying along her luggage of sins, iniquity and guilt with the feeling that it was weighing her down with every stride, she stepped inside this discrete month. It was brightly illuminated, substantially sparkling vividly with its luminosity and teeming with its boons and blessings, ready to take away her culpable, hefty luggage from her and where she could easily sought refuge from the sins. A sanctuary. Once having entered, who would possibly want to leave this divinely illuminated room without benefiting oneself to the greatest extent?

She had stepped inside this month called Ramadan.

"Ramadan moon has been sighted in Pakistan and the muslims of Pakistan will observe their first roza tomorrow."

I get to hear this statement once a year and it has never failed to send a little quiver of excitement and happiness up my spine until now.

Sculpting my feelings into a sentence, as simply as it can get, I can only say that I love Ramadan. Despite the fact that I’m a big time foodie and that I can hardly go an hour without stuffing my mouth, I still have a specific reverence for this month. Now it can be a mere natural Muslim instinct or a holy diversion from the rest of the monotonic months of the year. Whatever might be the reason, it makes me a happy person. Having to wake up and eating at an inky black time and holding back my hunger till the dusk would sound next to impossible for my insatiable appetite, during the rest of the year. But in Ramadan, it sounds so normal to me. It seems like Allah thrusts upon you the blessing of remaining patient throughout the day while you are fasting.

Blessing; a beautiful word having a beautiful meaning. One of the problems of paramount importance is that we take this word for granted. Instead of purifying our souls by breathing in the sacred atmosphere of Ramadan, we take it as a mere religious responsibility, completely turning an irreverent attitude towards the holy month’s blessings and boons it brings along with it.

Allah is the kindest of all. My mom always says that Allah wants to omit His people’s sins by the great downpour of these little blessings that could help them raise the level of their good deeds higher. Having the ability to perceive these blessings, in order to devote ourselves to be a part of it, is a blessing in itself. Not everyone has this ability. People turn a blind eye towards it, unknowingly getting themselves deprived of those godsends. Obliviousness is a misfortune. Trying to gain the best you can from this overloaded phase of blessings is the greatest present you can give to your soul. This must be our Ramadan resolution.

I’m so ready for collecting these blessings and munching on the savory Ramadan delights.

By the way, isn't getting to sniff the smell of scrumptious iftari after the whole day of starvation counted as a blessing as well? Yeah, exactly! We owe a super great deal of thanksgiving to Allah!

Happy Ramadan guys!

Dealing With The Feeling

There are a variety of feelings I experience in a day. Happy, gloomy, excited, nervous, jealous, angry, irritated, ecstatic and many other kinds that I can’t even remember to scribble down because I’m still under the spell of the feeling I sensed today. Not that it was a positive feeling, but it sure did transfix me for a moment. I felt this new & uncommon (for me) feeling that I don’t really come across with. Or I think maybe I was too naïve to sense it before now.

I was strolling in my academy, waiting for my instructor to come when I saw this very cute kitten sitting on the pathway. I have always adored kittens & I desperately want to own one but sadly my parents don’t like pets so I cannot keep them in my house. So as my sight fixed upon that cute little creature, my feet comprehended the order and dragged me towards it. I, in a very playful manner started calling it by different names. Meow-ed at it. Snapped my fingers to attract it towards me and did some weird hand movements, all to get it attracted. The kitten was staring at me like its mind was perceiving a funny figurine of mine. It continued staring with its super innocent button eyes by keeping its head on its forelimbs. I reckoned it wanted me to come close and pat it, so I moved an inch more closer to it but as soon as I moved, it twitched, stood up, and defended itself by creeping inside the pipe it was sitting upon, through a hole, and disappeared into thin air. I thought, maybe I scared it with my hand movement. Disenchanted, I stood up and walked away towards the office to see if my instructor had come or not. There was no sign of him so I started strolling on the same track once again. As soon as I turned my back to the office I saw that very same kitten sitting in the very same spot it was reclining upon, before it went into the pipe. Unable to restrain my affection towards kittens, I started moving towards it once again and tried to create a playful atmosphere, but this time with a comparatively reassuring and comforting manner. I tried to make a few sounds that helped me make it motionless and it started staring at me with an intent look. So I stretched out my hand to pat it but this time once again, it disappeared in its shelter in a split second. My hand was still there where it’s “unpatted” body had been. But the kitten itself was long gone and disappeared. It came out again after a minute but whenever it sensed my pace towards it, it ran away from me. That was the moment when I sensed this feeling. The feeling of rejection it was. I don’t usually experience it, call it my good luck or call me blessed but this sporadic feeling sure made me feel so down for a while.

Coda: Come’on that was just a kitten. Next time I see any kitten, I’m going to attract it towards me by feeding it. That, I suppose, is the best way to make a cat like you.

It’s Mother’s Day!! (Yet Another Day Skillfully Saved By Mom Herself)

I know how they say, there shouldn’t be only one day reserved for showing your mother that she does exist and that mothers should be loved all year around and stuff like that.

But I say.. Heyyyy! I love my mum every single day of the year but how about making this one day super duper extra special for her.

How much time do you spend with your mum, telling her how blessed you feel, having her around? Not a lot, I’m guessing, considering the very fact that you’re staring at your computer screen right now instead of spending this time with your mom. So why not let’s just make this one day maybe a bit more extra special for her.

 My day started with a huge hug and suuuuuper pecks on my mum’s cheeks. :) Which I do almost everyday. But today she felt extra special which is an amazing feeling I tell you. Hey, if you still haven’t given your mum a big grand hug followed by a perfect kiss, Stop reading this & go do it now!

Whenever you think of making a day special for someone, the first thing that comes in your mind is FOOD, right? No? Uhh, Well okay I guess those kind’a thoughts dwell inside my mind only. I considered I should make something yummy & sweet because, you know, in my thesaurus, dessert is another word for celebration. (How pensive of me, eh? I mean, oh come on! Who could ever think of making a dessert for their mum on mother’s day? An unquestionably innovative idea! *pats herself*) Well bringing some practicality to my thoughts, I stood up, dragged myself into the kitchen and made some yummaaay trifle for her (which I kinda ate all by myself) Mum ate that too. She actually loved & ‘cherished’ that trifle. *feeling adored*. For the evening feed, I baked some brownies for her that err, well.. uh.. actually got burnt. I know I know. How embarassing, right? But who could come to the rescue at that moment. That’s right, AMMI!!! I knew mum was the only person who could make it right. So I called her and apprised her of the situation.

She saved the brownies.

My saviour<3

She actually made them look & taste EDIBLE, by doing some kind of magic. I don’t know, she’s a wizard I guess. MOM SAVED THE MOTHER’S DAY! *sheepish grimace*

Oh well…

Those brownies were delish! I ate those too. :P

Nonetheless, my mum felt loved. :) & that’s what matters most.

<3

A little message for my Ammi. :D

I just can’t thank you enough for making it right ,Every.Single.Time!

YOU ARE THE DEFINITION OF AWESOMENESS

I love you to infinity & beyond!

P.s. Next time, I’m gonna make you the PERFECT brownies ever.*takes pledge*

 HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

BY THE WAY..

The very famous TV channel, GEO celebrated the mother’s week by telecasting a special “mother’s day” drama every night. My mom watched all of those DEPRESSING AS HELL dramas everyday and trust me, after watching  every single “mother’s day special” drama she felt down in the dumps. Stupid TV channels. Why do they always have to show an insubordinate child and a mum who passes away at the end of every story. Why can’t they end it in a happier way. Well, Ammi! just so you know, I’m never gonna be one of those sick children you watched in those sickening dramas.

I’m never gonna ditch you. NEVER EVER! You have my word<3