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So much left, and so much passed!!

thanks to this blogger, I am so glad I found you!! even though it gets sum  stalkers here *itchy eyebrows, yes you* its a relief to write, and read it all a couple of months later! thanks blog cum diary!

I so love this quote.. jis ne khuda ko paya usne kya khoya, aur jis ne khuda ko kho dya usne paa ke bhi kya paya!! seriously, if you lost God, what did you gain.. I try to implement it in life, at times, do wrong things aspiring to achieve this that and everything flat but then I realise whats the point if God is not liking it! it is hard, but then God helps those who help themselves(class 5 lesson..yay i still remember) so well, try to think twice now before shopping unnecessarily!! still wanna spend selflessly at a massimo dutti scarf I kept my eyes since long, stilll wanna own a ahem ahem (in the next life God is gonna me dozens yess!!!) Christian Loubotins hahahahaha, a pair of real Chanel shades, woh china walay nahii!!!! so there all are such stupid wishes... and spending is not getting me anywhere.. whewwww!!!!!

in times like these when every penny counts, a friend of mine wanted tips to save money this year, someone said dont go dining out.. and then someone said: spend in chairty and you will have the best profit sans paying any interest, so so so true!!!! I remember when I was single I just had one cupboard, 10 or so clothes and yes, that was it... nothing was extra in my life, sab kuchh i used at tht time, never saved  aperfume. never had a bag tht stayed untouched for 3 months...miss the simple old me! miss the one cupboard only stuff.. time to de clutter! 

sometimes I think when we move to a new locality we try to find our ways through it, wheres the closest malbari chai wala, wheres the closest hair dresser, wheres the grocery thts open till midnite, wheres the tailor jee! wheres the pharmacy(this one is a must) ... I still don't know all chai spots in my area, I still don't have  afixed tailor, and I buy my meds from just any pharmacy.. :/ and sometimes I'm glad I'm like this... :d I mean kitna rahna hay iss jahan mein? aur uss jahan mein? wahan ke raston ki liyeh kitni koshish ki men ne?? sighs! how much do I know how to get thru barzakh! hopw much do I know how to spend that first night in the grave when my kin will bury me and leave.. God, in a graveyard, all alone in a box! I think I m petrified for the first time while writing!

Ya Allah, help me achieve what I wish to in your way, Ameen! (guys, say ameen please)


 

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