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All About Me

My father named me two names. My blog’s name is its translation into English. Flower is the second part of my name. Gul means “flower”. Breezes is the first part of my name. The Pustho name means “the early morning breeze”. That’s how my blog’s name came into existence.

I was visiting Riyadh, where my daughter is located. It was nearly four months after my husband died. She wanted me to start a blog. Mainly she wanted me occupied with something now that I was on my own.

I was telling her that I had forgotten English, how was I going to write anything?

Up till my husband’s dying, my life existed all around him. If I was going somewhere, he had to be there too. He wanted all my attention entirely focused on him. He couldn’t function without me. Suddenly, he was no longer there, and it seemed time hung on my hands.

My daughter wanted a part of me when I am gone. She wanted to hold onto some thing concrete. When people die, you wonder whether they were actually here in this world. A person, who is living, and breathing becomes a memory only. A time comes when memory starts fading. And the person you loved most, fades away too, and is lost in time.

Writing is the only thing which is left till eternity for all to see. My blog is my footsteps in time.

All About Me

Explain why you chose your blog’s title and what it means to you.

Name that…You


My first name means, “Gentle Morning Breeze.” You step outside on your lawn very early in the morning, and a light cool breeze is blowing full of smell of flowers. It’s evocative. The smell invigorates you. There is dew on the grass. Suddenly you feel refreshed.

The name was given to me by my father. I feel embarrassed at admitting, that during my growing up stage, I hated my name. I tried my best to make my father change it. You couldn’t budge him. I did try tears…bucket full…no result.😭
Hunger strike….still no.
Tried smiles and wiles….no, no, no.
Tried talking, was father’s favorite child.
End result……….no change.
You could even budge a boulder, but not my father.

Finally I gave up.

The middle name given to me by father means, “Flower.”
I liked this one. My father used both together and the names were used as one.

I use now both the names on my blog, making them plural as Flowers and Breezes. My father would have been tickled, had he been alive by now. He died at age forty eight.

My elder brother gave my first name a further twist by only saying the first letter of my name SHEEN as in Urdu and the last letter MEEM as in Urdu.
So that name I too use as SheenMeem. Please do read a previous post of mine, Call Me Sheen.

I didn’t like my name so I can’t say, whether it suits me or not.
I think the name do have a bearing on a child. I am a shy, introvert kind of person, always looking for places to hide. People naming a child should be careful in choosing names.

I have two children. Around them my life revolves.

My son’s name was chosen by my husband. It means a Bright Star. He is bright and funny but shy like me.

My daughter’s name was chosen by my husband’s mother. It has two meanings….Pious and Clean. It suits her perfectly right down to her toes. She is pious and she is clean…..(aside…to my daughter, “Don’t get mad at me.”) She cleans everything in sight and tires herself to death. She puts the blame squarely on my weary shoulders for her cleanliness genes.
She says, “Mama I hold you responsible for making me tired.” As if I am there every day at her doorsteps and forcing her to do all that she does. 😊

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