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Grandson Sn who was three years old at the time of his aunt’s marriage. He was totally captivated by the bridal finery (clothes, and jewelry).


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Do or Die
You have three hundred words to justify the existence of your favorite person, place, or thing. Failure to convince will result in it vanishing without a trace. Go!


In the photograph I have shown my bracelet, and a necklace. I bought them when I went for Haj. Haj is a pilgrimage to Mecca, enjoined upon Muslims for once in a lifetime. People who can afford it, do several Hajs.

During our ten days stay in Madina, I bought the jewelry. I would get up at three in the morning. Say Tahajjud prayers in Masjid Nabvi (Mosque of the Prophet). I would remain there till the Muezzin called for FAJR (morning) prayers. Say my prayers, and then meet my husband for a cup of tea, and breakfast.

The hotel was within walking distance from the mosque. My (late) husband R, and I were in separate rooms for men, and women. We were seven ladies to one room, and shared a bathroom.

R, and I had arranged with each other a meeting place, and fixed timings. Both of us would meet for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, otherwise we were on our own, and weren’t dependent upon each other. Any shopping we did together were after Dhuhr (noon) prayers.

I love my these pieces of jewelry. I am glad I bought them when I did, because now they are antique, and not available in the market.

Masjid Nabvi. Photo by FJ (my son-in-law).


Zest For Clothes

Daily Prompt: You Sexy Thing
Tell about your best confidence outfit. Don’t leave out the shoes or the perfect accessories.


I have always been fond of good clothes. Tell me, who isn’t?

Come every summer or winter, there would be an influx to my wardrobe. With clothes, I always had matching purses, footwear, and jewelry. Another small item, which was a must was a matching nail polish.

Of course, it required hours to roam about, in the clothes market. I had to find the perfect dress material, and then brave the heavy traffic to where my tailor was located.

I would give the tailor instructions about the designs, and how I wanted my clothes to be stitched. The next step was to cajole him into giving me a date on which I could collect my clothes from him. Usually he would give me a thirty days period to stitch the clothes. If the clothes were badly needed for a party, or wedding, I had to persuade him, to give me an earlier date.

A month would pass. Two, three days earlier, I would phone him, that I was coming to collect my clothes on the due date. His excuses would begin, like shortage of electricity or load shedding, his workers having leaves, or that he was not well, and so on.

Knowing him, and keeping this in mind while giving him the clothes, I would tell him, I was going some place, invented weddings or parties to attend. (Dear God, forgive me)

Another tactic I used was, to start phoning my tailor daily, ten days before the due date. I would get the clothes on time, this way.

With the death of my husband, this extravaganza came to an end. I didn’t have new clothes made for the past year and a half. It isn’t that I have fallen upon bad times. Nothing like that. (Praise be to God)

I have lost my zest for clothes.

Zest For Clothes

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What I liked

Most women like to buy jewelry, clothes,lingerie, shoes and branded handbags. I am sure there may be other stuff too, but at the moment my recall has reached the low level, or say zero point. For myself, I loved crockery. I could never get enough of it. Whenever I saw a piece to my liking, I had to have it. I used to gather dishes and cups the way a person hoards money.

The cupboards in my kitchen and the floor to ceiling display in my dinning room were filled to capacity. My husband would often shake his head at my crammed spaces. My friends and children knowing that I liked crockery as a gift, also bought items to my liking. Once, my daughter’s children had to carry a Lazy Susan with five dishes all the way from America to Pakistan. They were ready to ditch the heavy package in route, but my daughter didn’t let them, much to their disgust.

A few months after my husband passed away, I decided to divide the house into two portions. I moved to the upper portion. It had two bedrooms with attached bathrooms, a small spare room and a long verandah in front. My husband had added another kitchen upstairs on the side of the terrace. There was a servant room with bathroom to one side of it too.

I had to part with most of my beloved items. There was no space for them upstairs. I gave away most of my things, much to the delight of my friends and relatives. In the beginning I had terrible pangs of regret, but thankfully they have subsided. My son would often say to me, “mama,you are allowed only two pieces of baggage by air. All your stuff is going to be left behind, you can never carry it with you.” So true.

Below is a picture of my favorite cups, which I used in rotation for my morning cup of tea.