Sugar n spice & all that's nice!!

It was long after the Maghrib Azaan roared through out the city. I raised my hands for a prayer, a prayer for people I love. I closed my eyes for a second and then reopened, reopened them just to see a familiar pair of eyes staring back at me..hidden somewhat by the morning newspaper that I kept on the side table. Your eyes keep staring like that always..sometimes they seem empty, sometimes vibrant. I am still unable to figure out how eyes speak, and how I read them. But.. they reminded me of the time when I was in the mosque, as the crowd stood up, I could see them, a pair of eyes staring at me, concerned, eyes so like mine.. and as I blinked they were gone, I peeked, pried, tried to find them again, but to no avail. Though I saw them just for a few seconds, I could see the striking resmeblence b/w ur eyes, and those.. were they your eyes, or was it you??? but how could it be you?? and if it wasn't you, how could the eyes be yours? I now think perhaps I saw my reflection, maybe ...

Salam!!! Yes, after taking a short leave, moi's back!! (Not in Karachi per in Dubai) Life's alhamdulilah going good... and though I miss my brothers and family back home, I know they are somehow still with me.. the new place is also very good.. :) and so is my new family.. mashaAllah life's blessed and may it continue like this inshaAllah thanks for your prayers everyone.. oh, i was complaining abt rain in my last entry, and believe it or not, it rained on the wedding day itself!!! it was 4:30 in the evening and just as I was leaving home, it rained cats and dogs, but nonetheless all went well.. dubai is cool..came here after approx 21 yrs.. we were here before my birth... but then we shifted to khi. anyways, a story perhaps laterrr!! thanks, wasalam.

Salams hmm, I am lot bz these days, what with packing going on, I believe its bye bye from the blogging world, or rather internet, seriously!! have to leave lot of my stuff behind.. :( parting with stuff and people isnt easy..*showing how worldly i am* I found an old diary which we were asked to make in school, so past dweller me saved it since 9 years!!!! and when today I finally thought of discarding it, I captured this mickey mouse.. yeah, not good but stilll.. btw, it has started raining in karachi again.. too badd.. with so much water already spread on roads, i just wish that water doesnt get stgnant.. my fam. was all out today, I went to czns place so that i aint home alone!!!! had a good time with them.. :d one l;ast day spent togethor full of fun!! they are on the 4th floor so we watched loadsa donkey carts!!!! its still raining as i blog.. just wanted to ask all the readers to say a prayer for me..inshaAllah all goes well, perhaps two weeks later I wont be blogging from here, ...

Got tagged by Sarah; Here goes: Alone, or with people? With people Summer, or winter? Winter Black, or white? Black Observe, or get along from the very first moment Observe Clown, or Drama (Queen/King)? Neither, but if I have to choose one then the latter one A Hummer, or A BMW convertible car Doesn't matter so long as I reach where I wish to Loyal or……… Loyal!! Favorite Material Posession.... Photo albums... and some special gifts!! like my Franklin. When I look at someone, the first thing I see is.... their manner of talking if they are talking to me, b/c eyes are obvious.. My life is.... blessed (Alhamdulillah!!!) ---------------- Everyone readin' this is tagged!!! & don't forget to chk out the story below!!

If there was one thing in the world Sheeza loved doing it was drawing beautiful and creative pictures, and then filling it with crayons - crayons Mumma brought for her 10 years ago. Oh yes, 10 years ago. You'd be wondering how did those crayoins last for 10 years. Well, they didn't last for 10 years, but even more. Sheeza was in sixth grade. Perhaps at that time oil pastels were a rage in schools. Everyone used to own different styles of kits. It was all about competing who had the best of 'em oil pastels. Mumma knew Sheeza loved arts, but where they lived, stationery shops were very much a rarity. 10 years ago, Karachi was a lot more uncommercial!! But one fine evening, when Sheeza and her Mumma wen tto the other side of the town, Mumma left for the mall and got Sheeza the best kit of oil pastels and the fact that it came as a surprise made it all the more exciting. The box made of peachish pink plastic accomodated about 36 pastels. Usually such kits had about either 12, 1...