Forgiveness

I always pray for my dear ones and those whom I like. Sometimes I stop remembering those people in my prayers who hurt me with their words or deeds. I know I shouldn’t do it. I feel guilty all the time. Somehow my heart does not forgive easily. I do try to tell myself that God forgives so many of our mistakes. God loves those who FORGIVES.

I should BETTER myself but somehow forgiveness doesn’t come easily to me. It sounds terrible, doesn’t it? 😞

Anyway I hope I get over this trait of mine some day. Amen.

My Favorite Prayer

ربنا فغفرلنا ذنوبنا و كفر عنا سياتنا و توفنا مع الأبرار

ربنا و آتنا ما وعدتنا علا رسلك و تخذنا يوم القيامته

انك لا تخلف الميعاد

Translation

Our Lord, forgive us our sins, and wipe out our evil deeds and make us die with the truly pious

Our Lord, fulfill what you promised us through Your Messengers, and disgrace us not on the Day

of Resurrection; indeed You never go back on Your promise

Quran, chapter 3 Al Imran, verses (ayats) 193-194.

I’M NOT SHORT

I was the shortest among my siblings, five feet one inch to be exact. I was never bothered about it till after my marriage. To tell you the truth I wasn’t aware of my shortcoming. I was made to realize this FACT by my very ‘Zealous’ sister in law time and again and others like her. I am sure it was very rude on their part but in those days I started feeling that somehow I was a big culprit. Now why didn’t I had a height of five eight or something like that? Now what to do? I was miserable on the inside over my this very Serious Flaw.😢

I was being immature you can say, but you can excuse me, my eighteenth birthday was still a month away. I took to wearing heels. I use to totter around on them, much to the amusement of my husband. My feet would be killing me but I would have a fake smile plastered on my face. Pregnancy rescued me from those heels. Thank God for that.

I grew up and stopped caring about rude comments. In my mind I was perfect the way I was. God had made me and you don’t criticize God’s Creation. 😊

Photos courtesy of World Wide Web.

WHAT IS YOUR AGE?

My husband used to tease me about my age. He was twelve years my senior. He would add ten years to my real age and start cracking jokes. I didn’t mind it one bit, when we were alone. In company, it was another matter. I would be fuming inwardly, while pasting a sunny smile on my face.😬.Grrrrrrrrr……..

The thing was, if there were ladies present, I could see it in their eyes, (a woman’s intuition) that I am about my husband’s age, or somehow hiding my true age and trying to appear younger. It used to put me in a very bad light. I would look daggers at him.The truly dense among his audience, would believe his absurd joke, making me feel highly irritated. 😠. At times like those, I would have gladly shipped him to outer space.🚀

You meet all sorts of people in life. Some are comfortable with how they look, their age, (they don’t lie about their age) and what ever. But there are others, who are phonies. They are twisted in their own minds, and they think others are the same as themselves.

Women try to hide their ages more than men. They forget that their faces give them away, unless they had plastic surgery, Botox injections, or any other similar procedure. Such women try to imprint upon your mind, oh their sweet delusions!, that they are years younger than you, rather than the other way round. It’s obvious, but not to them. They have the audacity to behave like you are their ‘Long Lost Granny,’ and should ‘Cuddle’ them up right to your chest. Argh……….😖. Oh Dear God!