Category Archives: Life

Hospitality

True hospitality is when your hosts greets you with genuine smiles that puts you totally at ease. Whatever is available, and shares it with you. You feel that they are delighted at having you with them.

Your heart is warmed with their love, and generous hospitality. 

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Hospitality

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Roots


I took a few leaves from the mint leaves we bought from World Food, and poked them into the soil of the pot I had in the balcony. Originally I had planted mint plants in the same pot. While I was in Peshawar, the poor things died of dehydration due to neglect. 

It was an experiment, whether roots would appear. They did! The leaves sprouted roots, and now the mint is slowly spreading. Son is fond of mint chutni with his food. Whereas he is happy, I as a mother feel happy.

What is it with mothers? When our children are unhappy, it seems the light goes out of our lives.

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Roots

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Avid


Among family and friends, I am the one who is avidly listening while others do the talking. Sis-in-law S won’t let anyone push in a word to the talks going on. There is no space where I can get in a syllable. She won’t let in.

Same thing happens with sis-in-law R. Poor thing! I can’t blame her. She is starved for company. The minute she sees my face, I am cornered, made to sit right in front of her, while she carries on with her incessant chatter. I make my escape hours later on–dazed, and completely wiped out.

Friends Ruhksana, and Rasheeda likewise do the same. I listen — keep on listening till my ears are bursting. I keep on thinking where have I landed?

Aunts Zari, and Feroza were the same too. Bless them, both of them are no more. Aunt Zari would start with her rapid fire questioning. They were never ending. While I would be on answer one, she would move onto questions four and five, all the time guessing the answers herself.

This has been my experience. What is yours? 

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Avid

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Opaque 

Our new neighbors had started building their house. It was at our back. Our privacy was gone. The workers could see into our bedroom, and kitchen. I couldn’t keep curtains drawn all the time during daytime, and felt miserable without the sunlight. I felt lost without the brightness in our lives.

The only solution was to change the glass in our windows. I wish I had gone myself to find out which types of glasses were available. I didn’t. I left it to my late husband. When I went into the bedroom, and kitchen after the new glasses were fitted, I felt like I was blind. The glasses were opaque

No one could look inside, but we couldn’t look outside too. It was highly disappointing. I could do nothing about it. It didn’t make sense to spend more money thrice on the windows. I let it be, and got used to it after some time.

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Opaque

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Pleased

How can one be pleased?

Are we at the brink of blowing up our beautiful world?

When are the Republicans going to come to their senses, and wake up from their Trump induced haze, and do something to get rid of the menace in our midst?

Please God have mercy on us.

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Pleased

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Blindly


I was in my bedroom in the village making up my bed for the night. I had just collected two blankets, sheets and pillow covers when the lights went out. I had forgotten the load shedding.

My son, and I had come to our village home, and we were spending the night there. The whole day had been busy with visiting our relatives, we got to our home only half an hour ago. From past experiences I knew the lights were not going to come on again. I had forgotten to bring the battery lights with us.

I blindly walked into the lounge, feeling the way with my hands extended in front of me, so as not to run into the furniture. I was taking slow steps into the darkness, so as not to hit anything in my way. I reached the kitchen, and searched the pantry shelf for a candle. Luckily I got hold of a slightly wilted one. 

Next step was finding a match box. I kept the spare matches in my old cooking range. It had a small compartment where I kept certain things. Why there? I had found out that matches kept in the cupboard in the kitchen got soggy due to the house being closed, and they remained dry in the cooking range. I lit up the candle, and put it in a holder. I lit up another one for Son, and took it to his bedroom. He was patiently waiting for a light.

My apprehension about the electricity was correct. It didn’t come, and we spent the night without it. I managed to heat the food on gas, but there was no hot water. When I reach our village home I turn on the electric water heaters in the kitchen, and bathrooms. That day I had forgotten that too, and we had only ice cold water to wash with.

Life without basic amenities is certainly dreadful in the village. In winters it is very cold, and summers are hot. Our house in the village was built twenty eight years ago, but we have spent little time there. When my late husband was alive, we took trips to the village when someone had died, someone was getting married, or a feast was happening. 

I’m trying to sell the house, and the surrounding lands, but has yet to find a decent buyer. For what’s it worth, no one is giving me that price. Last year I spent a huge amount in renovations on the outside. I have to pay tax, electricity bills, and monthly pay to the watchman. The village home has become a burden for me.

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Blindly

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Tenacious 

I could see the growing patch on the wall near the ceiling of my bedroom in Peshawar. It looked unsightly, and rather ugly. It also meant that the occasional rain water was making its’ way in, and marring my wall.

I climbed to the roof to determine from where the rain water was sneaking its way inside. That’s when I saw a small plant flourishing on the roof top. It wasn’t exactly on my side of the house, but was on my tenent’s side of the house next door.

I walked over to it, and tried to pull it with my bare hands, but it wouldn’t budge. It’s roots clung tenaciously to the cement in the roof. Peshawar is a city where rainfall occurs in certain months like January, or July and rest of the year the weather is dry, and dusty. It hardly rains. 

I recognized the plant. It was a small peepal tree in the making. The small branches with large green leaves waved gaily in the wind in the early morning. It seemed to be smirking, telling me you can’t take me out

I called a mason to discover the leak in the roof on my side of the house. He pulled out the plant easily enough for me, but hasn’t been successful in finding out the leak, and cause of the growing patch on the wall.

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Tenacious

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