Category Archives: Family

Climbing 

As I was covering my head with a dopatta to say my Fajr prayer, my grandson Sn called me. He wanted me to come and see something in the bathroom. He told me to look into the mirror. “No look up near to the ceiling”. 

I had woken both Sn, and IB to do their wadu, and say their prayers. IB was standing near the door waiting for his turn, and now both wanted me to kill the insect Sn showed me. I brought a chair from the dinning area. Climbing onto it I caught the offending insect into a tissue, and after flunging it into the toilet bowl, I flushed him. The coast was now clear for them to use the bathroom.

Sn is the same child who could catch frogs, and lizards in bare hands, and now nearly grownup he won’t remove an insect. It’s astonishing how children change!

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Climbing

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Symptom


Symptoms of cold, Son achoos around the house. The germs gleefully trail in the air ready to strike any human object in the vicinity. They find me easily enough, cause our apartment is so small, and I am the unwilling victim. Son is forgetful. He nevers covers his nose into his elbow when he sneezes, and often I am the person handing him the tissues to clean his nose.

Have suggested to him to wear a mask when he goes to the nearby mosque for his prayers. That should hold the germs at bay, but it seems mother’s suggestions fall on deaf ears. The plethora of nasty, cold germs readily follows him home to me, and I get infected in turn. Dirty tissues abound in my bedroom, and my nose is redder than the proverbial Randolph who drives Santa around.

That’s one reason I open doors, and windows to get fresh air in the morning to waft in.

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Symptom

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Jiggle

Reading the word jiggle on today’s prompt brought M1 (my grand daughter) to mind. It’s her favorite word for he mother. She greets Nola (my daughter) by saying “Hi Jiggles”. Whenever I hear M1 using this endearment for her mother, all parts of Nola jiggles in my mind’s eye, and I laugh in spite of myself. 

Nola doesn’t like it as much. In spite of her protests M1 continues with it. It reminds me of those times when Nola would call me Pipla, and I would be annoyed with her. Why couldn’t she call me mother, mom? Nola has come full circle.

I would threaten Nola that I would stop speaking to her if she continued with it’s usage. The threat had no effect on her cause she knew I had a short term memory, and in next to no time I would be talking to her again. Why would she call me by that word? Pipla conjured in front of me a shriveled up ugly creature.

She doesn’t use it now when she showers me with her loving embraces, or when she talks to me on phone. I am happy that it has been deleted from her memory.

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Jiggle

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Baby

Last month while in Peshawar, I had to decide whether to keep the toys belonging to my two older grandsons when they were babies, or give them away. My heart didn’t want to part with them, but practicality demanded I should give them to other babies to enjoy them instead of collecting dust.

There was Winnie the Pooh who wanted honey every time you pressed his stomach. Another one was the dancing cow–who danced so prettily, a duckling who made various sounds, a goofy brown bear, and so many more.  The one I loved most was Humpty Dumpty made by myself for my first grandson H. It brought back happy memories when I held H for the first time in my arms,  when the nurse brought him outside the delivery room. It seemed a miracle to gaze at the newborn baby, and finally see him after a nine month wait.

There was another first time of seeing him before he was born. I had done an Isthahara when my late husband, and I decided about our son’s marriage. I saw in my dream a toddler walking in front of me. I was following him, knowing I was his grandmother. We never knew whether the baby was a boy, or a girl, but I was certain, it was a boy based on my dream. The dream came true.

I made three different piles of the toys, and gave them away. It was sad parting with them as they were items of a past when my husband was alive, and the babies of my son lived with us.

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Baby

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Glitter

Last month I was entrusted to sell a diamond ring on my son’s behalf. I went to one jeweler to find its current value. Not getting a satisfactory answer, I went to the jeweler who had sold it to us many years back. I had not kept its receipt, but I knew the original price. 

To my dismay the price was up only a little more. I didn’t have the time to make a round of more jewelers, so I exchanged it for another one.

I have found out that all which glitters doesn’t necessarily means more value. It might not be valuable at all. 

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Glitter

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Sound


After journeying back to Houston, the days before, and after were tiring. Mentally, and physically I was exhausted. I was trying to catch up on sleep. A few days back, feeling very tired and sleepy, eschewing evening meals, I asked him not to disturb me when he came back from his evening prayers in the mosque. I told him clearly if the light was off, it meant I was asleep, he should heat his meal himself, and no sounds please!

Enter son, and the first thing he bellowed, “Mom, what’s for dinner?” Getting no answer from me, he opened my bedroom’s door, turned on the light and asked, “Why are you sleeping at this time?”

Tell me what should I have said? 

Feeling peevish, I got up from bed groggily. I curtailed my annoyance at his waking me. I put the supper on the table, and called him. I asked him, “Did you listen to what I had told you– not to wake me?” 

“Sorry, I didn’t hear it. You can go to sleep now”.  

I could only grind my teeth in exasperation.

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Sound

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