October 30, 2008
Isn’t she look good? 🙂
This is Zaima, Uj’s daughter, my cousin and close friend. She is almost three years old. She could not speak clear but she does not bother and keeps talking with you whether you understand her or not. She is very active and sharp baby. I call her ‘Phirky’.
October 23, 2008
Yeah that was a surprise for me. On monday morning, we was just busy in make a extract of major market and economic news, the routine work, Suddenly I saw a lady entered in our department holding a sleeping baby in her arms. I threw a glance, then moved to screen again. A though stroke my mind; I had seen her somewhere’. Oh It was Shm. I was in mixed feelings of shocked and happiness. It was after more than five year that we saw each other. Her little baby gal was so cute. She kept sleeping and did not wake up on my pinching.
It was another surprise that Anaya (baby’s name) is her third child. My God, 5 years of marriage and three kids. But she was totally at peace. I know she is expert in baby sitting. She looked after her younger siblings very well.
Hey Shm! I admit that many times I tried to breakup with you for some reasons. But meeting with you on monday tols me how much I missed your smiles, your gossips, your fazool jokes, etc etc. Love you yar!
She was shocked to see me. Calling me ‘aray tu tu janati lag rahi hai, kitna noor aa gaya hai teray chehray par after wearing scarf’….. hahaha you and your explanations. She told me that i am getting much weaker than before. She didn’t change but yeah she looks mommy mommy now.
When she met Ta and Um, I realized that I should not call them here as shm told them many secrets of mine….one of them was that I was called ‘Chota Don’ in college. hahaha I laughed alot to remind k mai kiya kiya karti rahi hoon college life mai ya Allah I felt really ashed to think that I did not bother to observe veil. That’s very bad and I thank God that I have started it now. We recalled our Physical Education’s clas the only class which was fun for us.
She left soon as her husband is having fracture in his leg and he is on sticks nowadays. We departed with the promise that we would have a lunch soon with all of her brood.
October 13, 2008
After a long long time finally I fell ill. The causes of my disease were unknown but my mom is confirmed that it is due to someone’s buri nazar. Hehehe I really feel better when she says ‘app log manein na manein issay eid par nazar lag gai hai’. I love my mum.
The Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS) was diagnosed. I never heard about the disease before having it. “The cause of irritable bowel syndrome is currently unknown. IBS is thought to result from an interplay of abnormal gastrointestinal (GI) tract movements, increased awareness of normal bodily functions, and a change in the nervous system communication between the brain and the gastrointestinal tract. It has been suggested that IBS is caused by dietary allergies or food sensitivities, but this has never been proven. It occurs more often in women than in men, and it begins before the age of 35 in about 50 percent of people”.
My fever touched to hundred four. My whole body was aching. Sometimes I was forced to think that some one might have brutally beaten me with a mota danda. Sometimes I got exhausted same as having a bitter soccer game. I don’t understand why every thing is still dancing around me. My brother was saying that I look like a ghost. But I am not at all fed up with my bemari. I somehow wanted somewhere to get ill.
I did not eat for many days. I have lost my precious 10 kgs. I hate myself of being a thin girl. The shivering is still out of control and sometimes I still feel difficult to inhale deeply. I hope to recover soon inshaAllah.
In the whole bemari period, I missed two things at most the ‘Zinger Burger and Chicken Fajita Pizza’. Now I feel that I would never be able to eat my fav foods. How could a life be spent on liquids?
I have joined office today but could not understand how to hold my focus on things. Everyone wants to know the detail of my disease. I tell you app itna bemar hokar kamzoori mehsoos nai kartay jitna dusrun ko bata bata kar kartay hein k aap ko hua kiya tha. I feel sicker of telling everyone what was happened to me. I have received hundred of advices of regaining my lost vigor and I am sure that half of them would make me more sick. I do not know what crap I have written.
Anyhow, I thanked all of them who prayed for me. Thank you very much for your best wishes.
September 29, 2008
My eye is alright now. But it is little bit swelled. I look like chinees. But thank God it is getting fine before Eid. I hope it would be more fine till my up coming Expo and of course the splendid wedding.
Thank you Allah Ta’ala gee 🙂
September 24, 2008
My eye infection is getting serious. I am much worried as eid is near and Amna’s wedding is also right after Eid. I did not go to eye specialist yeah my laziness. Self medication is still going on. First I applied betnovate and now I have stared taking antiboitechs. Papa was insisting me to go to Doc as it’s a matter of eye. But I think it just because of an external pimple in the cornor of my eye and it would inshaAllah be handled with a new recommended ointment by umi Polifex. I will start it now. I hope it would be soon ok. I am feeling some strain on my eyesight now.
If it would not fie after using polifex then I will go to Doc…….promise papa 🙂
September 24, 2008
One of our old Chairman Mr. Bukhari is a very nice and kindhearted person. He helps others as much as he can. He remains ready for something for others. I call him a humanitarian. He is getting much older than he is supposed to be. He has three daughters, no son. The elder one is a shining lady. She was brilliant at studies. She is working as a Consultant in IBM earning US$ 15,000. I heard a lot about her. Her personal life was not so good previously. Her long suffering and then her unsuccessful marriage had made her almost dead. But she remained strong in all her suffering and faced all worst with courage.
She was settled in USA long ago. Five years back she got married again to a guy working in the same group. He was considered to the genius consultant of IBM. They were living happily. A son was born to them eleven months before. Life was going smoothly. Bukhari saab was also satisfied with her now. But only Allah knows what lies in His decisions.
Last week, the guy was suddenly died of brain hemorrhage. He lived two days after the attack. Doctors told the wife that he won’t be able to survive. In case if he survives, he would lost his memory and would not be able to move his one side. He was put on oxygen machine. After two days, the wife permitted to remove his oxygen saying that ‘it would be more killing for me to see him sitting in front of me helplessly with no sign of identification’. He left behind a loving wife and eleven months old kid for whom he tried to reach home as soon as possible even if went out of country. She was telling that some times he had to change three flights to reach home as he wanted to spend as much time with his son as possible.
How life has been changed in a jerk? One could never imagine. She returned Pakistan with astonishing eyes, with her son and the dead body of her deceased husband. The funeral took placed in Lahore. Large number of people attended the funeral.
I went to Bukhari saab’s office for condolence. He was looking older. The whole time, he remained trying in controlling his tears. He told that she is still in high spirit and taking care of his son. “What a great grief it is for a father”, he said. He added, “ Can you notice what is this life? It is just a bubble of water. We remain busy all the time to keep the bubble for a longer time. But in the end we realize that we cannot increase the life of bubble with all our possible efforts”. I tried to console him but words left me alone.
How could she order to remove the oxygen? How would she have said good-bye to her dying husband? How she is consoling her son for this long absence of his dad? All these thoughts are making me devastating.
May Allah bless his sole in peace and give strength to the grieved family. Ameen