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My daughter was getting married. While shopping for a couple of nail polishes to match the clothes I was going to wear, I came across a new kind of hairspray. It squirted colorful stars into the hair. Though it was costly, but was a must have, so I bought it.

Marriage functions are a three days affair — Mehndi, marriage ceremony that is Shadi and Walima. The first two functions are held by the girl’s parents, and Walima is by the boy’s parents. 

I never got to use my hairspray. We had guests staying at our home, who had come to attend the marriage ceremony. Who tried my hairspray? I found it empty on my dressing table. Someone tried it, and left it oozing out. Must have pressed it too much. 

I remember those three days being extremely tired by the festivities. I missed my daughter, realizing that her days with us were over, and she belonged to someone else now. After the marriage ceremony, when we came back  I started sobbing the minute we entered our home. My sis in law Z tried to console me, and told me not to cry, but to pray to God for my daughter’s happiness in her new life.

The first few months without my daughter were difficult to bear. She had been my constant companion, since her birth, and never been away from me for a single day. When she was home she would be dogging my footsteps. She was my baby. My late husband being wise cautioned me not to divulge my grief to her, so that she won’t feel burdened. Gradually I became used to living without her with us.

In her marriage video when her in laws are taking her away, my head dips down, and I start crying. It’s really strange but when that part is replayed I always get tears in my eyes even after so many years.



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Wish you a Merry Christmas 

Sorry I was traveling, and with no internet I couldn’t write.

The above picture is of the Walima (the second day of the wedding) of Nola’s sister-in-law, which was held at Islamabad. We left in the evening for Lahore, missing the Mehndi  function of another wedding. 

We are going sight seeing in the morning, and will attend another wedding in the evening.

We are having our own festivities this season.



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I’am trying to re-discover Peshawar. The first day — I had totally forgotten about the price haggling done with vendors. It’s a ritual which one has to follow religeously. If not done, one can spend more than the amount required to do so.

Yesterday on the trip to the market, after getting done with Nola’s requirements, I espied a vendor with guavas. I stopped to purchase some. I brought the price down from Rs. 120 to Rs. 100/kg, although it would have been a good price at Rs. 80/kg. It didn’t happen.

Yesterday with the evening function of Mehndi at Nola’s in-law’s home, I forgot the guavas. At breakfast time, while I took them out from the bag to put them in a bowl, I noticed what the wily vendor had done. He managed to slip quite a few bruised ones into the bag.

Today is Nola’s sis-in-law wedding day. Obviously I have to be on time to attend it. Nola and family arrived here just two days back from US. The last I parted with my daughter was in Hartford in September. Our next meeting when it will be only God knows? Houston is a long way from Hartford.

I can do nothing about the guavas except to make a jam from it removing the bruised areas. I like the fruit as it is, but personally I like marmalades, and strawberries jams — only those which I made myself. I have to save the fruit from decomposing , which will happen during my one week’s absence from home. I have to choose jam making.

I will have to do it in the evening, when I get back home. Hope I won’t be too tired to do so, otherwise I will have to give up saving them.



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Striving to remain calm, I stared at the mess I had made. My new shalwar was burnt. I had not checked the dial of the iron properly. Morning I had to take Nola (my daughter) to the market for last minute shopping for clothes to wear at her sis-in-law’s wedding. 

After that we dashed to the tailor’s shop to give him the clothes for stitching. We were lucky he had not left for Juma (Friday) prayers. Then we were back to to the market to give the dopattas for hemming. Meanwhile we went to shop for artificial jewelry for the girls. When we came back to get the dopattas, the shop was closed for the prayers. We had a long wait ahead of us. 

After coming back home in the evening I almost decided not to attend the evening function of mehndi. I was so tired, and wanted to lie down. On Nola’s insistence on my attending the function, I gathered my clothes to get them ironed. Then the inevitable happened, feeling sleepy, I made a charred mess of my clothes. I couldn’t get back to the moment before. Nobody can!



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No, I don’t have a tattoo, and I don’t like them either. I dislike them all together. They are a monstrosity done to a human’s skin. 

I feel people shouldn’t disfigure their skins with tattoos, and shouldn’t have them. That’s my view, and you are welcome to your own views. You are perfectly right if you want a tattoo emblazoned on your skin.

I do like henna designs done on hands though. When my (late) husband was alive, I would get a henna cone from the market. The henna cones adorn every stall and cart when the Eid days are near. I always did it on my left hand, either on the palm, or on the back of my hand. It looked so pretty. The design would be gone in a week, and I would love it, while it lasted.

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In my culture, when a girl is getting married, she has to have henna (mehndi) on her hands and feet. A bride’s getup is not complete without henna.

The evening before the wedding day the Mehndi (henna) ceremony is held. It’s a ladies function. The bridegroom’s mother, sisters, aunts, cousins, and friends arrive to put mehndi on the bride’s hands. They don’t actually make the designs on her hands. That’s done later by an expert when the guests go away. 

A leaf, or a tissue is put on the bride’s palm, so as not to mar her hands with the red color of mehndi. The guests in turn approach her, beginning with the bridegroom’s mother. They put a small bit of mehndi on her palm. It’s just symbolic. 



Do you have a tattoo? If so, what’s the story behind your ink? If you don’t have a tattoo, what might you consider getting emblazoned on you skin?

Memories of Dancing

Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance
What are your earliest and fondest memories of dance?

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My earliest memories of dancing are, when I attended Mehndi and Wedding get togethers of family and friends.

Normally in Muslim culture, dancing is frowned upon. It is forbidden.

When weddings come around, to add to the extravaganza and fun, the groom’s family do put on a dancing show. No wedding is complete, unless there is dancing included. At that moment religious injunctions are totally forgotten and put aside.

There is ear splitting music. You have sumptuous food on the table, waiting for the guests. Women and girls, all wear glittering clothes and jewelry. The guests assembled are entertained by dancing. The dancing seems to go on for hours. The hosts forget that enough dancing has been done. The poor guests are waiting for the food to be served, so that they can escape back to their homes.

You get tired sitting on the chairs, and take your leave. You are wise, if you grab food from the eateries on the way back. Otherwise, you reach home tired and hungry, and search your own fridge for food.

Memories of Dancing

Tattoo — You?

Daily Prompt: Tattoo —- You?
Do you have a tattoo? If so, what’s the story behind your ink? If you don’t have a tattoo, what might you consider getting emblazoned on your skin?

I don’t have a tattoo and I don’t want it either. Tattoo is damaging a body permanently for a vain reason. It covers the natural body and is therefor a form of deception.

Besides I am a Muslim and tattoo is haram which means forbidden.

Tattooing is considered mutilating the body changing God’s creation.
It inflicts unnecessary pain, and introduces the possibility of infections.

I see so many people with tattoos. They were beautiful otherwise and there was no need for them to adorn themselves with such embellishments. They looked fine the way they looked without the addition of tattoos.

I love mehndi designs on my hands when Eid comes. The designs are lovely. Mehndi is not permanent and there are so many lovely designs to choose. The designs fade away after a couple of days leaving you to try another one if you like.

Mehndi cones are available. So let’s try one of these ….



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Tattoo — You?