Nibah…My take on the series…

So why am I choosing to do another post on the Tv series Nibah. The previous post was the review or storyline. This is dedicated to what I found the most amazing about it.

I was taken by the acting of Amina Sheikh. A beautiful, resilient woman. The whole world hurtled boulders across her life. Yet she stood like a wall. Broken from the inside, yet strength in her words. Her head held high because she KNEW she was right. She knew that being RIGHT mattered only when it came to her Self Respect and the question of reputation and character. She knew rightly when to bend to mend the relationships. She knew to be silent, leaving fate / karma to act on her behalf.

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Nothing could break her righteousness. She forgave easily and embraced happiness like no other character in the story. She let the whole world crumble at her feet watching everything in silence, yet knowing that the last winner is the one who is always right and not the devious.

Her character brought a lot of calm to me. It made want to be like her. Strong and resilient among the storms of life. Nobody should be troubled the way she was. She questioned her fate, spoke of her troubles to the skies, and trusted in God with all her might.

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The most well played out scene in the entire series which easily shattered my heart to billion pieces was just a scene of a few minutes. No words. Just the eyes connecting. Everything said in those emotions in the eyes of Shaheer and Sofia.

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Just this one scene. Here Sofia has gone home with her father after being thoroughly disconnected with Shaheer due to his accusations. She has gone back to school. After feeling humiliated by the school Principal and her colleagues, she stood outside trying to catch a cab home. Shaheer comes by in his luxury suv to pick his kids from school. For a good minute he looks and connects with Sofia’s eyes. Just this look between them was shattering.

This look of love, of regret, of doubts, of betrayal….Shaheer displays sadness to see his still-wife in such simple clothes deprived of the luxury he could afford for her. He feels sadness to see her so far away from him. Then he overcomes with anger of betrayal and drives away in indifference. Meanwhile Sofia looks at him with an expression that spells out that of all the people in the world, she wanted only Him to know that she hadn’t betrayed him. That she loved him.

Sometimes the eyes know and the heart feels, its the brain that fuzzes up everything destroying a lot in the middle. True love connects. It definitely does connect and sees beyond beauty, beyond wealth, beyond age, beyond anything. It just recognizes the soul that needs to be around. It needs the aura to emanate and radiate to thrive. It needs to be needed. That’s love…the true one….

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Little buds of happiness..

Little joys in life bloom like lovely flowers in a barren land.

Yesterday it was a big day for me. My pretty little daughter had her first stage performance of her life. She sang rhymes and songs at a concert with her fellow classmates in her school.

It was an overwhelming performance. I cried. I got emotional. I thank God. For this day.

My yearning brought forth fruits that I craved for. I wanted my daughter to study in a school that made her happy and gave her no homework. A school that brought out her talent and let her explore everything a child dreams of trying.

I am so happy for her. A proud parent among so many in that auditorium, my heart beamed with joy. God bless my little girl.

Eid 2018

So today is Eid. A lovely festival of happiness joy and so much excitement.

And here is what I made today.

The first picture is of SheerKhorma. A sweet dish made of milk, dried fruits, dates and vermicilli.

The second picture is of the ethnic Hyderabadi Meat Biryani accompanied by curd chutney.

It took years for me to master the biryani. Crisp criticism from my inlaws perfected the flavours and texture.

The sheerkhorma was my first trial today. Turned out yummy except that I fried the dried fruits a little browner than I should.

It was an amazing day today altogether. Spending time with my husband and kids elates me to the core. It wipes away everything and I start fresh.

I did some henne/mehendi on my hand too.

Oops. Looks like I deleted the pictures. I shall take better pictures of my henna as it darkens.

A night never to be forgotten

Let the rain come down and wash away my tears
Let it fill my soul and drown my fears
Let it shatter the walls for a new sun
A new day has come
It all started by a casual let’s go out by my hubby. I texted him ‘where to?’ (Yeah we text each other sometimes even if we are in the house together). He asked me back where I wanted to go. I said let’s see when we are out.
Going out of the house, to me, is the most delightful feeling on earth, besides many other feelings. I just jump out of my skin with joy just with the mention of the words ‘out of the house’.
So there I ran about getting the kids ready and much to the annoyance of my not-so-high-spirited mother-in-law, we drove out.
I am totally in love with our new car, Hyundai Accent. Cars have always been my second blood. It gets my adrenaline pumping faster sitting in a car and driving away to glory.
We drove around some of the curvy and best roads of Hyderabad crossing begumpet, masab tank and over to banjara hills with a backdrop of some cool Bollywood tunes. Though the current in our air was far from romantic, it was nevertheless amiable and loving in a nice way. Speeding up on freeways and curving down the bends, what more fun on a weekend with family?
A call from his friend and a restaurant to quench our hunger pangs stopped us for a while. It was 11:00 pm. While hubby went to get the take away meal, I sat with my bustling kids in the car watching the road. I noticed the wind pick up speed and getting a bit cooler. He came back in the car in the knick of time and it began to pitter patter. We sat in the back of the car with a dinner sent straight from heaven having the time of our lives! Arabian Traditional Chicken, the most delectable chicken ever made on this planet along with rumali roti. 10 stars to Dine Hill. And a round of extremely awesome Chicken Fried Rice with a taste never tasted before. It was like a totally Oh My God moment. Then the rain picked up humongous speed.
Hum sarphire bigde huve nawaab hain
Padh lo humein, hum to khuli kitaab hain
Haddi bhi hum hain aur hum hi qabaab hain
Hum pagal nahin hain bhaiya
Humala dimag kharab hai‘…
The rolled up windows of the car made me feel like we were sitting in a glass fridge! Except that it was cool on the outside and fun in the inside !
‘Haan raat bharrrr…
jayein na gharrr.’
Some songs really are the background music to fit the scene of life. Really neither of us felt like going home. Close to 12:00 we decided lets beat down the rain. And whoooooshhhhh. Salute to hubby for smoothly swerving the car around on the rain thickened roads. No words and no amount of expressions can bring out the feeling of unexplainable fun and joy we got from giving the car a bit of a speed boost whenever there was a water pool, just to watch the rain puddle splosh up high beside us and we yelled Titanic is sinking. Oh I was 13 again tonight!
‘Tonightttt give me everything tonight..’
We drove by a blurry tank bund with lightening in the sky to our hometown which was completely lights out because of the heavy downpour. Silence fell in the car as visibility reached 30%.  Still then hubby turned around with shall we have a paan? My classic gentleman stepped out and got us a paan to compliment the ending of a perfect dinner. We dinally reached home at around 12:50. One of the best experiences in rain I have ever had.
Really, these words cannot encompass the feeling of utter joy and fun that I felt during the whole trip!!

My Best Buddy

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Best friends are like diamonds. They are found very rare. They are precious and special. My best buddy is Sameen Khan. Although we live poles apart in this country we still have our friendship as strong as ever. We first met as colleagues in Saad Specialist Hospital, AlKhobar.I have had many special moments with her since then. Sameen is a true example of a perfect best friend. She is so good to confide that I can share anything with her. She is totally understanding. She is quite fashionable and has awesome sense of humour. The best thing about my friend is that she shares a lot of same interests with me. I love my love my best friend Sameen very very much!
The above sounds like a typical best friend essay. But no, every word is true in every essence. I don’t get very comfortable with everyone. But my inner circle is dearer to me than life itself. And a beautiful part of my life is Sameen. A daughter of an urdu writer and hailing from a well educated family, Sameen herself has so many beautiful qualities that are hard to find in a good friend.
We both have a passion for an adventurous and fast paced life. True there are things that are distinct to each of us, but they are as dear to us as our similarities.
The base of a solid relationship is pure selflessness. And the best formula for a well lived life is to make the most of each day by having the right people around us.
I am so grateful to God Almighty for crossing our paths and joining us together for life. My buddy deserves to have the best in this world and the hereafter.

Love

Is love too complicated? Too complicated to understand or comprehend. I don’t know. All I know is when I see my love, I lose all my common sense, all my thoughts, all words and just get mesmerized.
Ever since I fell in love, I am not sure where my life is heading and somehow it sometimes does not even matter. In its absence and in loneliness I realize what I am doing and where am I going.
It is like a perpetual battle in my soul. Too hard to lose and impossible to win.
It is so over powering that it has just drowned me in an ocean of total surrealism. But in the moments of absence of love, I feel like got thrown back to reality.
There is a phrase I keep telling my love:
Kisi ko mukammal jahaan nahi milta..
Kisi ko zameen toh kisi ko asmaan nahi milta..
Translation: nobody gets the whole world…
Some don’t get the earth..others don’t get the sky…
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3 nights and 4 days…

I am sitting here, packing his bag, and I look across the room at him. Oh how am I going to be without him? It is so easy to cheer on and wish good luck, but it is so hard to stop my heart from melting. So hard to tell him I will miss him like no woman on earth has ever missed her man. I don’t know for how long I will not be seeing him.

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The scent of him devoid of artificial sprays and deos, is going to just linger in my memory. It’s not a goodbye forever. He is going for us. He is going for a bright and happy future. But it’s the present, the absence of his presence that is squeezing my heart beyond words.

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