Monthly Archives: November 2013

I like boring things.


I never knew i was such a conventional person at heart. But lately, I am coming to more and more realisations about myself. I am learning to accept myself finally for what I am, and not what my idea of myself is.

I like boring things. I like freshly made beds, the smell of just-laundered clothes, the sound of soup simmering away on the stove, the background sound of tv as I accomplish daily household chores.

I like putting away messes of cluttered objects many times a day, thanks to my toddler son. I like doing things as planned. I like putting stuff back in order. It gives a strange satisfaction and makes me feel like i am in control of my life. Its the little things that matter so much to me. That my baby has napped well, he has eaten his lunch etc.

I like to stay on top of things. There is always milk in the fridge, snacks in the pantry. And when not, I like making lists. I LOVE making lists. and then checking off the completed items.

I have accepted that i am a domestic person at heart. There is nothing that gives me more happiness than seeing my little family together at the end of the day, whether its when my husband is working on his laptop and my baby is busy making messes around the family room and I am sipping on tea while the tv blares in background, or its when the three of us are taking a drive around the city, or when my boys are finally sleeping with their mouths agape and their limbs arranged in a disorderly fashion. God my heart swells with love for these two. I want nothing more. Just their happiness and well-being and health. (and maybe an occasional chance to go to the movies, its been sooooo long i tell u).

Although we muslims dont celebrate Thanksgiving but I personally think its an amazing holiday, which allows a person to express his gratitude.

I am grateful for the two boys in my home. They make me so happy.


Oh Charming Prague!

The beauty of Prague cannot be described in words, unless you are Shakespeare. I think we chose the perfect time to visit, Fall is the season to visit Prague. Its magical with all its yellowy rustic shades and crisp fallen leaves.

The walk by the Charles Bridge — so beautiful. Prague is very touristic. But there is an elegance to it, which is amiss in other touristic cities of Europe. Such talented streets artists, I have never seen elsewhere. The beautiful historic, preserved architecture, the cobble-stoned streets, the pretty fall trees made it extremely difficult for me to leave Prague without tears in my eyes.

I know its pretty far-fetched and totally imaginative, but Prague is on top of my list of my dream cities to settle in 😉 (A girl gotta keep her dreams alive, no?)

Have a look at some of my favourite shots, if you like, behind the cut. Continue reading

READ instead.

1379934_4841913105417_671114447_nYou know, instead of mindlessly checking Facebook and other social media, instead of watching episode after episode of that trashy season, instead of worrying about useless things, instead of comparing your life to others all the time, instead of bitching about your boss, inlaws neighbours.

You will be surprised by the peace of mind it cultivates. Read classic literature to be inspired. Read current non-fiction of you topics of interest to remain upto date. Read for the sake of knowledge, inspiration, curiosity, learning.

READ instead of WATCHING. Use your imagination to give visuals to all those words. Be inspired by reading and taking what your mind suggests out of that piece of literature, instead of being brain washed by the visuals that you WATCH.

READ. Cause it makes all the difference.

I am raising a boy.

When I was pregnant with Hamza, all I dreamt about was having a little girl. I made myself to believe that it IS a girl. After all, i was the mother, i was supposed to have these motherly instincts that tipped me off. I wanted to buy those cute little dresses, bows, hair clips, skirts, frocks, bangles, fantasised about having tea parties with my girl, playing house, doing dress up, all things girly (which was a surprise since I am not a very girly person myself). Whenever i went to shopping for the baby, i saw these huge aisle after aisle of clothes for baby girls, and always just a small corner for the boys stuff. I used to wander between those racks and got all excited about the day when the doctor will confirm my prediction that its a girl and i will rush back here and get all cute stuff for my coming princess.

At my 20 week ultrasound appointment, me and the husband were obviously very thrilled. He wanted a boy, i was so smug that i was gonna prove him wrong in a few minutes. When the doctor pressed the ultrasound tool over my belly and announced that its definitely a boy, i was surprised by my own rush of emotions. I, who had never doubted for even a second that it will be a girl, looked up to my husband with those happy tears in his eyes, and came to realize how happy I myself am over hearing this. The truth is it didn’t matter whether it was a girl or a boy for both of us, but the fact that we finally knew what it was, gave the whole pregnancy situation the reality factor that was somehow missing. Now we could finally stop fantasising about it, and live and prepare for the reality.

And oh boy, do i love being the mommy of this little monster of a boy! Its the best thing! I love how different he is from me. how much more energetic even at 14 months. Always a blur of motion and activity. Never a still moment in this boy’s life. All the climbing up on chairs, tables, windows, you name it. The curiosity to dissect every thing his little hand touches. The instinct to always check every object by thrashing it against any surface a few times. You know, just to prove who is the boss around here. And thats why the toy baskets are always filled with mismatched, broken heap of toys.

He loves being thrown in air, and doing all kinds of stunts with his Dad, even though sometimes they extract terrified squeals from me. 

Its my utmost pleasure to see the way his personality is shaping up to be. I cant put words to it, but he has this manner of taking care of me. Like whenever he is eating or drinking anything, he would offer me again and again and will be very happy doing that. If I am sad or sometimes crying infront of him (i m not proud of it, but it happens), he would run to me, hug me, pat my face and the concern that his eyes shows for me —- my hearts overflows with emotion!

Annnddddd what do you know…!!! I love shopping for you! Its my favourite thing to do now. One thing i always failed to achieve was get my brother or husband buy clothes of my choice. I really like boys clothes, but they never listened to my suggestions. Ha! too bad for them! Cause now i have my very personal male model to dress up 😉 (and i am not boasting, but i kind of have this amazing taste in clothes so you my child, are in safe hands).


My baby is a flirt

So during our travel to Prague and Belgium, this side of hamza’s personality came across with such force that there is no denying the fact now that my baby is a complete flirt! He LOVES girls! Goes crazy whenever he sees one. Does all kinds of tricks to attract attention to himself and to please her.

Some called him womaniser, some said lady killer, some labelled him as the biggest eyes in town, and the most handsome young boy. Haha, he sure make me proud 😉

Here is a little proof of his flirtations with a group of girls. This boy, i tell you, he is something else!

Family vacation in Prague

A few weeks ago, we took a vacation as a family to Prague. I think it was the most beautiful city I have ever seen ( and i have done my share of travelling around the world). What with perfect fall colors, the rustic warm tones of trees complimented so well by pastel shades of the architecture there, Prague seemed nothing short of God’s best artwork! It was magical! It was so pretty, it hurt!
We took a gamble by taking our one year old with us, having debated many times whether or not. But i m so glad we did! And what a Pro Hamzu has been during the trip. The boy is an entertainer, attracting countless smiles and laughter and appreciative glances our way on the trains, buses, parks, city squares. Charming everyone on the go. (Gets being called a lady killer and womanizer :p). Ofcourse there were moments when we thought “Gosh we arent very smart, are we? We really dont know what we are doing!” But the joy of seeing everybody love him and experiencing the world through his eyes was worth all such hardships. Never a dull moment with this boy. So proud of him. And so grateful for him.
He wakes up in the morning the moment I am up. Sleeps at night after putting me down. Keeps me company all day long with his silly jokes and laughter. This is my favourite stage of him, so happy, so naughty, so witty (and so messy :p). I am loving every bit of it!
I am so glad we took the trip as a family. It definitely brought us closer, it was lovely seeing husband interact with my son and take care of him all day long which he doesnt get to do very often due to his work routine. My heart melted seeing those two together. Made me so proud of my little family. And ofcourse the best part, the most beautiful memories we made. After all, the purpose of life is the acuqisition of memories. And I think, down the road, the things that we will remember with utmost sweetness will be the momories made during travels. Nothing beats travelling and seeing the world and experiencing different cultures, languages, people, weather. World is a beautiful place! its a shame to miss on any chance to not experience more of it than our secluded vicinity.
Just a sneak peak of pictures, lots more to come later!

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