Passing the time in pixels.

I saw my little sister doing this. It intrigued me to no ends. I did not get the time till this week to actually download the app.

Introducing colouring by pixel. So what we do is we are given a picture, we zoom in on it, and the picture is pixelised to alphabet and numbers that correspond to the colour palette required for the photo.

And we colour accordingly.

Helped me pass my time. Gave me the satisfaction of putting things in proper place ( a slight sense of ocd). Calmed me down among the chaos my kids and husband create. My thoughts somehow stop running in my head and all I am doing is digitally colouring.

I shall find an adult colouring book and grab some markers and begin colouring. I love that peace it gives.

Just among these lines, once upon a time I was a budding artist. I loved colour pencils and and I used to sit down and draw and colour lots and lots of pictures. I received a lot of appreciation for that at school. But my parents thought colouring was a childish hobby for a teenager and they often ridiculed me for it. And then my sister started doing the same and somehow I let go of colouring amd drawing. At one point I told her I let it so that she could excel in it. And man, has she excelled! My sister is an artist with a Pro level. She is this really amazing talented artist eho works both physical art and digital art. I hope someday she becomes famous for her work. It broke me to see she couldn’t pursue it as a career but she hasn’t backed down.

So I let go of it all. Once in a while, the artist in my yearns to do drawing and colouring once again. Maybe I might begin soon. I must.

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Four Years Later…

Yeah. It has been that long.

My favourite month of the year is Ramadan. I literally feel completely blanketed in the mercy, warmth and blessings of my Lord.

The best part among others about this month used to be going to the ladies section of the mosque to perform special prayers called as Taraweeh. The best part of Taraweeh being the dua (supplication) at the end of it.

That was only in KSA. For 22 years I had a favourite mosque and many favourite Imams due to their exemplery Qiraats.

I felt so blessed. It is an extraordinary connection with God that only a mosque can offer. It’s like a pure place. A part of heaven. And what a privilege.

I dont have the clicks in my camera , but these two are my most favourite:

King Fahad Grand Mosque. Al khobar.

My most Favourite: Masjid Abdul Rahman bin Auf. Al khobar.

Books transport people to another world. At least I get transported.

But to another world where things happen.

In the mosque, I find a piece of heaven. My heaven. A place where you leave behind all relations, responsibilities, social chains. Only to be lost in the serenic soothing verses and wishing time stops.

When I left KSA on exit and moved to India. My this piece of heaven vanished. In India it’s looked down upon for women to go to mosques to pray. I agree too because of the fashion show some of us put up going to the mosque and totally ruining the purpose also without proper Hijab.

My first Ramadan after marriage was in KSA. My Second Ramadan, I wept my heart out on the prayer mat at my home in India for being so far away from Heaven.

The third Ramadan I went back to KSA on a visit to my parents home. I was an expectant mother at that time. I would sit on a chair and pray but I went. I ran to the mosque. My heaven.

Air conditioned, beautifully scented, amazingly structured and furnished, calm lighting. These things held my heart.

When I went back to India for good. I once again lost my opportunity to pray in the mosque.

Ramadan 4, 5 and 6. I spent on my prayer mat at home. Yearning for the touch of the carpet of a mosque on my forehead.

Khuda ke paas deyr hai..

Andeyr nahi…

A wise saying that says there is delay in the answering of prayer by God. But there is never a darkness or a complete no.

And here I am today. 4 Ramadan later. Running to another beautiful mosque in my area with my two little children. To pray.

To dissolve myself. My heart. My soul. My whole being. On the musallah of the Masjid e Madinah.

Too beautiful a feeling to describe.

Too heartening to explain.

No one other than God himself knows how I yearned to be there. In a mosque. To pray to him. In a place meant only for that exact purpose.

My happiness knew no bounds. I stood there quivering with joy, with tears running down my face. Thank you God. For letting me in your home. For giving me a chance to bow down before you in a place you prefer to be prayed to.

I am happy tonight. I sleep in peace tonight. With the happiness that my dua my supplication was answered. That my yearning never went in vain.

As I sit now praying the morning prayer on my prayer mat home. I am at peace. Because I know, my piece of heaven is close by. And I can go there. Whenever I wish to escape this world. Whenever I wish to dissolve in tranquility.

On the Wall.

Walls are awesome. Weird statement, I know. But I am fascinated by walls. Each time I look at a wall with leisure, my brain begins ticking as to what can I do to make this wall look outstanding? So, to satisfy this appetite I worked upon two walls of my room.

I tried my hand at a corner vector and two Arabic calligraphic designs and words.

All it took was a pencil, an eraser, ruler and glossy black paint. And TIME 🙂

After much surfing on google images, I found this really intriguing corner design and worked it up on the wall with a sight modification.

I couldn’t get my hands on a paint brush, so I used an earbud to do the painting after the outline.

The Arabic word here is Al-Hubb. It translates to the emotion of Love. (And hence the little crayon red heart).

 

After a while, another wall of my room was bothering me. It was just to empty. So I did this. Its a reproduction of an image I came across on Instagram.

This is “Muhammadur Rasul Ullah” in Arabic. A part of the Kalimah, that states Muhammaed (P.B.U.H) is the messenger of Allah.

 

Designing

My mother is a very creative lady. I admire her to the moon and back. She has always designed clothes for me and my sisters. Beautiful frill layered frocks to tops and shalwar khameezes. She even wore a lot of her own self designed clothes. She modified plain sarees and blouses. I remember she transformed a plain white shalwar khameez by hand painting it flowers with fabric paints!

I have always been fascinated by her work and wished I could do something similar. Inspired by her I attempted my first Saree and Blouse modification.

As part of our cultural tradition my parents have given me many designer sarees. Among the lot, my mom personally chose some plain georgette sarees for me.

I began with the Green one.

I bought a golden zari-work lace from the famous Lad Bazar of Hyderabad, India. It was a plain lace altered with a pattern of leaves and small flowers.

I bought golden stones and emerald stones along with Fevicryl Fabric glue. I stuck the emerald stones on the lace. As for the golden stones, I pasted them on the saree in a polka-dot fashion with exact measurement to give it a polished look.

It took me about three months to complete the entire saree, given that I worked for about an hour or two per day.

Next, I purchased an elastic shimmer velvet blouse from amazon. I used the remaining lace to transform it.

Since the Pallu, covers the front, I worked only on the sleeves of the front side. Using both the stones, I pasted flowers. The remaining portion of the lace were used as border/piping on the sleeves and lower back. The back side looked a lot plain. To give it a fancy look, I cut up individual patterns of the lace and pasted them in an organised manner.

The finished blouse looks like this:

I plan to wear this on a future ceremony in our house.

I have many more ideas and sarees and dresses to design or remodel. Will post them as I do them!

My hand at cooking.

My mother always told me that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Me being a typical teenager, never believed in it. But as always mamma is right!
I have finally walked my way through this huge thing called cooking. In the end, I figured out that more than the process, its the love for whom we cook that makes the best meal!!
I have learnt to enjoy cooking anything. Specially some great grand dishes. I like to try out new recipes , new cuisines.

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What I have made here is Hyderabadi Chicken Biryani. As much as I have developed a great interest in eating delicious food, I also have pulled up my sleeves in making them.
This is how The biryani looks when mixed well and served.

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Round Pillow

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I have always loved to stitch. It’s a kind of work that gives immense satisfaction on completion. It gives me a feeling of accomplishment.
It’s been a long time since I did any stitching. So my lovely creative mom gave me an idea. Working on which, I sewed up this round pillow also called as ‘gau/gol takiya’ in our dialect. I used an old pillow cover and re-stitched it. Clothes that my daughter outgrew became its filling.
This pillow is used as an arm rest or back rest.