A beautiful friday

Hubby promised  a subway sandwich if I would wake up early and wake him up too :P

So I was up by the first ring of the alarm, bright and fresh. :D
Women never forget the good things u tell them...when i woke my hubby up and told him its time for the subway treat, he was like...umm..u never forget these kinds of things, do you? Hehe..true that...I love subway man!

So dream number 56 " Early morning subway breakfast outing with hubby" fulfilled :) Alhamdulillaah.

As we were returning, hubby stopped by a near by store to get something. It was wrapped in paper, so i cudnt figure out what it was. When I asked him, he just said its some sort of plant he needed.

When we reached home, he pulled out a beautiful rose and handed it over to me with a warm " I love you"


Some unexpected moments bring soo much happiness, that you are left speechless....like how I am now :')

Umm Anas' poem for her deceased son

As the caravans of sadness have approached us, where are the tears to console us?
We do not cry over our afflicted because of Qadar, but we drink the bitter sadness as a sweet drink.
Because there is no objection to what our Qadar has brought, nor do we object to what our Creator decided, but with the shrouding leaving, we bleed with sadness.
O Allah, please forgive us for our tears on Anas, as he was the star taking us through darkness.
Our lord, make eternal blessings his resting place and send down upon us patience as our companion in hardship.
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Inna Lillah wa Inna Ilaihi Raji'oun. Shaykh Muhammed Saleh Almunajjid, the founder and manager of the famous Islam QA website, is praying Janazah on his own son Anas, who was stabbed to death by unknown people this Fajr.


I cant imagine a father praying Janazah on his own son :"( May Allah grant us all husnul khatimah and a smooth passing to our Almighty.

!!!! Dunya is temporary. Work for the hereafter.

Coolness to my Eyes

Studying in UIA brings you one of the most wonderful gift of all times: Great friends.

The one thing that I missed the most after graduating was the company of my beloved friends of UIA.
Trustworthy, Loyal, Calm, Fun, Enthusiastic, Pious, Encouraging, Honest, Courageous and the list goes on and on if I wanna describe my best friends from UIA. No matter which country we hail from, we all share a common language of love and deeper understanding, and that's what matters the most.Its like the sweetest emotion to feel when you have them all around you, the chatter, the fun, the masti and most importantly that feeling of bliss that Allah has given you one of the most precious gifts- good company.

I love my friends to bits and having them over home this weekend completely uplifted my spirits and made me a more cheerful person at heart.

I cant thank them all enough for travelling so far from UIA to visit me and stay back for a night of fun, despite their very busy schedules! May Allah reward them.

Cooking and baking for them was even more joyous! My preggie state got me a lil exhasuted but my husband to my rescue all way and what can be more fun than cooking dinner with your husband!
So while he made his signature vegetable pulao, I was onto baked chicken pasta, potato salad, spicy brinjal chutney, Tzatziki and some caramel pudding for the dessert topped with choc cake and icecream and mint tea! So much fun eating together.

What comes next? A sareeeee dressup! I cant tell you how it felt to see my friends (each from a different country) finely draped in ma sarees! what a cherry to my eyes! it was soo much fun designing the whole thing  with Sam and Siddi and making them all look somewhat indian with the ornaments. All of them looked extremely gorgeous and divine!
A night of friends, good food and masti brought about an excellent morning to waking up to the smiles of your friends and cooking yummy chicken sandwiches together for breakfast.
Broga Hills, discovering the place around and a visit to a nearby resort.

And then the saddest part. Departure.
As much as my heart wanted to hold each one of them and keep them with me forever, i realize that this is Dunya and everything comes to an end here. Life goes on.And all of them have a journey to take.
We are all travelers and need to stop at our stations.

However, the sweet feeling lingers and motivates you to carry forward to achieve your goals to meet them all in  a better place and at a better time and everlastingly in Jannah Insha'Allah.

We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family." "We're taking a survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?"

"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.

"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations."

But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes.

I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.

I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her.

That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.

I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moments hesitation.

I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her
baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.

I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming
children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom.

However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.

Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself.

That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs.

I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor.

My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks.

I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child.

I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.

I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving.

I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike.

I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time.

I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.

My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings.
- Author unknown

Cant believe its been a whole two months and I'm married!!

Life is indeed a journey and tying the knot was something really beautiful.

Nordic Flower

The sands of the desert of Egypt tell a beautiful story…

Of a tired traveller making his way out in search of a nearest inhabited land..
On reaching the city of Madyan after travelling for many days, hunger and weariness pulls him to retreat under the shade of a tree.

The traveller saw a large well surrounded by a group of people watering their livestock and two young girls waiting for the men to finish so that they could water theirs.
The traveller approached the girls in a manner so dignified and offered them help without them even asking for it. Thereafter, he went back to rest under the shade of the tree.

No vain talk. No checking out the ladies. No address requests.

How modest, Subhana’Allah was our Prophet Musa(AS)! And how modest were the two women in upholding the manner of dealing with the opposite gender.

This legendary story carves the beauty of shyness in our hearts so deep.

Being shy has become a rare gem in today’s “so called modern” world.Yet our beautiful Islam upholds this very virtue as one of the branches of faith. And this branch of faith roots from our heart!

How indeed beautiful is this shyness for the sake of our Rabb.To use what He has given us from His Immense Mercy for seeking His pleasure alone.

Every soul has a beautiful shyness embroidered to it..
Be it your regular general classrooms or volunteering for Islamic programs, be it a festive family gathering or your best friend's wedding, be it your corporate work field or your gym space, make it a point to observe this beautiful quality in every walk of your life.
Embrace this shyness. Cherish it and preserve it.
For on that Day when we meet our Rabb, this very shyness will be the crown for our glowing face. Insha'Allah :)

Shyness still exist. I call it the Nordic flower ;)

One Step Closer..

Sometimes I wonder what is our “mind” made of…..so complex…..so unique..each one! Subhana’Allah!

When you try to analyze every moment of your life, you realize you have a million wonders to ponder upon.

Is it just the brain power with the millions of nerves that somehow has a way of tickling every part of our senses or is it the heart?

إِنَّ فِي ذَٰلِكَ لَذِكْرَىٰ لِمَن كَانَ لَهُ قَلْبٌ أَوْ أَلْقَى السَّمْعَ وَهُوَ شَهِيدٌ
“Indeed in that is a reminder for whoever has a heart or who listens while he is present [in mind]” (Qur’an, 50:37)

In the middle of a thousand words and a million people, Ya Allah, I wish I could know what is best for me at this moment.

Sometimes, it's good to step outside yourself and comprehend the beauty of that one Defining moment that you are truly blessed with.

And forever realize that every moment is but one step closer. One step closer to your Lord. Just like a rain drop.Here now, gone a second later.

Stay Awake while Alive.