Thank you mom.

 

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Thank you mom, for doing everything for me, to let me be 28 today.

It is my birthday, but the celebration should be yours. You kept me safe in your womb. Provided me with the best of nutrition.Took care of me in my sickness.Jumped in my joy and held me in my sorrows.You made me strong emotionally and spiritually. You gave me your superpowers. You taught me how to fight the world with a smile. You taught me strong values. You gave me tough lesson to live life straight without falling out of cliffs or swaying away into river currents. You taught me the power of a women with complete charm and resilience. You left behind your dreams, your happiness and hung on to dear life, all for my sake. I bow my head, ashamed for all the times I thought you weren’t doing things in my interest. I was always wrong, you were always right. I saw all of your tears and every payer you made for me on the prayer mat. I love you my mom. I love you for giving me life.

I love you for making me 28 today mom. All I did today was to get born. The celebration is yours my mom.

 

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Linkin Park, never the same again.

Ok. So I have given up listening to songs. Why? Another time, another post. But right now, I want to vent out.

I had some down times in my late teens. Everything was chaotic because everyone was in college and I was idle at home doing nothing. I was dead bored and dead angry. Although my family abhorred music, I jumped full fledge into the music industry. Into the world of songs and tunes. The music helped the time go fast and my NEED FOR SPEED cars sped even faster.

I was a big fan of Linkin Park. My brother introduced me to Numb and it was my ringtone for three years straight. It was amazing to hear the bare voice of Chester Bennington.

My favourite ones of their list were Numb, In the End, Crawling, New Divide, From the Inside and Iridescent. They healed me somehow. I was hung to them.

Yesterday, when I read about Chester Bennington, I really went numb for a moment. No matter how many times we know that death can come to any one and at any age, still the heart refuses to register the deaths of young people. Chester was 41. That isn’t old age. But he is dead. He died with a piece of everyone’s heart who loved his songs…..

 

Running the cogwheels

The Holy month has just passed by. I absorbed as much of goodness as I could. Schedules have restrung to their old order. I am back.

My day begins at dawn. With the arrival of my hubs from work. His breakfast and the days-going fill my belly. I go back to sleep, peaceful till mid morning when my two toddlers take turns for pee and poo and tv and brekkie. My day of awakefulness and normalcy actually begins at noon or an hour after.

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I take a rushed brunch and begin my meal preps that last for about two to three hours. Along with regular intervals of pees and poos. Then the internet gets on so I do my customary social media surfing until my late lunch. After that my kids have their meal. And then I get time to do anything till 6.

I either play subway surfers or learn typing on Alison.com or come blogging, like I did now. Then I take tutions for a 9th grade student right upto 8 o clock. I then do not understand how it suddenly turns 11 in the night and I jump back to my glorious bed.

It does appear that I don’t do much. But I get dead tired. The washing of clothes, the running after and feeding the toddlers, the meal preparations, the sweeping of my room, the clearing of the kitchen top. Everything. Its tiring. But all this are brain freezing chores.

There is a list of things I need to be doing beside these chores.

I have to learn French, learn MS Office, learn typing perfectly. I have to homeschool my moody daughter, and also teach her Arabic. I have to stitch a few clothes. I have to teach my son to hold a pencil and draw upon instructions.

Each of the above tasks have sub-lists. And just the humongous-ness  of these tasks make me collapse back…to my glorious comfy bed. Magical place indeed!!!!