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Because, I miss you…

I really have no idea where to begin from, and I’m not sure if people would like to read it, but I’d like to notify the readers, that, this essay is as a small gift of thanks to my friend, Rasheeda.

There’s no once upon a time in this story, I’ve known Rasheeda since I was a kid. It’s simple; I and Rasheeda have been living in the same area since childhood just until yesterday. We have known each other since we were babies crawling here and there in the masjid. Then we joined the madrasah and had our own girls group of the mohalla (area). Time passed and we used to play with each other/ be with each other for like every day.

When teenage hit us, there came times for sleepovers and gossips. Girls will be girls, there’s no denying it. So, there used to be cat fights (amongst all of us), I don’t mean physically, but saying stuff and cold wars, that kind. But even then, I don’t know why or how we still stayed along in a group.

In all of this growing part, we graduated from schools, and then from colleges and got into universities (except me, still in college – no comments on that) . We enjoyed getting older, because now no aunties will tell us not to sit in separate thaals and go to our moms (Just kidding! :D) Taking the oath of misaaq was one part of growing up, because it really meant we have to be serious towards studies and life, and we have to act mature, somehow all those parts in life went well. I believe growing up brought us closer to each other’s heart.

Naturally, no one can live without friends, even if we don’t say it, we want our friends to listen to our scored goals and the missed ones too, and our times of hardship and happy days, we like it when they appreciate, and are consoled even if they just keep a warm hand of comfort on our shoulder. At the end of teenage, our ‘girly-group’ transformed  into a ‘club’, our park walks became dining out on occasions, our gossips jumped from who hit whom to who went out with whom, but, one thing remained the same, we laughed the same way like we did when we were kids.

Although our physique changed and we became different people now, but we stayed together, we enjoyed each other’s company, actually relished it, it was something special, actually it IS something special that I can’t define.

Time ran so fast it came to the part of engagements. Well, Rasheeda was the first one to get engaged from our group. We were all happy that now we are adults and have become mature with time. Who knew that we will all miss being together one day?

Day before yesterday, it was the last function of Rasheeda’s wedding, sorry if I’m jumping from engagement to the wedding, but it seems like she got engaged just some time ago and now, she is happily married.

I don’t know Rasheeda if I was ever a good friend to you, but you ARE to me. You might laugh now, I couldn’t sleep right now, I miss you. I miss you singing 9XM songs, I miss your smartness, I miss your cries, I miss you being bossy, I miss your enthusiasm, I miss dancing in the rain with you, and I miss your smile, I really miss you – already.

I think about your home, it’s such a big part of my childhood, I miss you being there. Apart from all the differences we have had, you were a really good friend to me, and to see you away I really don’t know how to react. I will miss your place beside Fatema – Muslim in the thaal. I will miss you every time as I pass by your building (which will be every day).

Yesterday as I hugged you the last time, I really didn’t want to let go of you, you are so much to me, you don’t even know. I know we haven’t been like best friends and all, but even then I will miss you like A LOT (Have I said this like the hundredth time till now?)

Life is really bitter sometimes, I really don’t want to be away from you.

I’d like to quote some lines to you;

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I pray that your each and every day passes with a light heart, that no troubles bother you because I know you are great at tackling them 😉 .

I wish that every day you light the days with your radiant smile, and live a happy contented life under the Saya Mubarakah of both Maula. Ameen.

May Allah grant our Maula a long, healthy and prosperous life till the Day of Judgement. Ameen.

Take care.

With lots of love,

Yours truly,

Ruqqu.

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February 2013: The Month of Celebration!

February. 
Out of all the 12 months. This month has always been special to me. It is not only my favorite because of the soothing moderate weather it possesses but is also awaited the most because of the special occasions it brings along. Yes! Of course, the Valentine’s day, then my birthday and both the Milaad this time was a cherry on top. So I would like to tag February 2013 as ‘the month of celebration’.

Commencing with the ‘Red Day’; the Valentine’s Day, I wonder about the magic of that day that swirls it’s wand on every individual’s heart and charms the surroundings as the ‘Reds’ and ‘hearts’ rule all over the places that get wonderfully decorated. The chocolatiers keep floating on the clouds and the streets get occupied by the red balloon hawkers and the rose sellers, who have sparkle in their eyes because of the total income they know they’ll get at the end of the day.

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From children to old people; may it be a heart shaped card, a rose, or a gift; people heartily try to please their loved ones. And this time I tried too! I tried to do everything I could to plan a surprise for my parents (even with a terrible flu). 😛 So to remind them that they are and will always be special and ‘can’ have a peaceful romantic dinner at home in despite of the presence of three mischievous kids:D, I planned a candle lit Chinese dinner, fancy chocolate coated strawberries as starters, some decor and music in the background. “Splendiferously memorable! Had never expected such lovely arrangements by you children. You made our day!”,  uttered my parents after filling their tummies and we just couldn’t wait for the gifts to be exchanged.

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Now coming to birthdays, on every birthday of mine I never miss a chance to jot down the number of people who wished me and the special things that happened. This might be strange to you, eh? But it makes me smile when I skim through it later on. So yesterday, I did the same. But morosely, this time the crisp page was unexpectedly half empty. I really had nothing at all to write except about the birthday wishes. Albeit, I was grateful about the lovely way people wished but it made me sad. Sad and cranky to it’s height! Know why? Because of the unexpected strike I could not even celebrate with my friends and make the most out of ‘my’ day! So I studied. I slept. I gussied up the blog. Did everything I could to forget that it was my birthday, which nevertheless made me more grouchy and I felt low as the time passed. In the evening there was suddenly a loud knock at my room’s door. And here the crack-heads were singing the birthday song at the top of their pitch the moment I was at sight jumping with excitement! I couldn’t stop grinning and eventually got to know that they spent the whole afternoon baking a cake and cooking pasta and stuff for me! We had a blast and after a while they left, leaving behind a warm glow on my face. 🙂

Personally all these occasions really matter to me. In fact, why shouldn’t they? We’re so engrossed in our diurnal routines that we forget to appreciate the ones that matter. We forget to express ourselves to them and take it all for granted. So whether it is Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Teacher’s Day or whatever, here’s a day when one can ‘make’ others feel special by a load of greetings, lots of attention and love. It gives us a perfect opportunity to splash out our emotions and creativity with a beautiful lasting memory in the end. Now you know, the importance of celebrating is immense so lets vent out all the way and make the most out of the relationships because if someone means to you then you should say it right then. Say it out loud. Say it a lot. As people forget or the moment just passes you by.

Sarrah Mustafa Malirwala

P.S: Really hoping for a better birthday in 2014. 😛

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An Ecstatic Day!

This Saturday was full of alacrity and delight! Of course it was productive too. As my mother vowed to take me for shopping if I was prepared with all my tasks done before 2.30 pm. It was a challenge for me. Really! I had to finish ALL the undone questions for the Add. Math exam on Tuesday (for which I’m a bit hyped up) Secondly, I had to complete some of the chores too. Exactly in 6 hours!

Miraculously all the errands were accomplished on the allotted time. I say it miraculously because being me, nothing is done on time. But that day, I couldn’t miss shopping of course and so was worked up by doing everything in such speed! It was a big achievement for me. I wasn’t used to doing everything on ‘the right time’; after all I’m a “late lateef” But satisfyingly I succeeded. 

As soon as we got into the car, I jotted down the stuff I needed for my ridas. And the adventure began. First, we headed towards the vast land of cloths-Rabi Center. The noisy crowd evoked my senses. The fascinating colors displayed by the shopkeepers urged me to buy them all. And the whimsical hails from the Pathans were ever-lasting.

Rabi was going great & finally, I was overcome with excitement and a load of shopping bags in my hands. It was a pretty good experience of helping my mum by using my creative material. The adventure was about to end but of course it couldn’t end without filling our tummies. And so we decided to dine in Pizza Hut.

After ordering some mouth watering food, we chattered & laughed-enjoying each other’s company. That mother-daughter moment in the little hut was to be treasured to the fullest.
Soon then, the waiter placed the food on the well organized table and the scrumptious aroma filled the air. We delighted the treat and filled our appetite.

I was noticing that particular waiter staring at us with admiration since a long time which made me think something was fishy. Then, when he came to clean up the table, he couldn’t resist and finally said something which illuminated my day, totally! He said “aap log jo gujrati (lisan-ud-dawat) mai baat kartay ho to itna ehtram wala lagta hai. Hum pathan to baat bhi karein to aeysa lagta hai ke lar rahay hain; you all are very unique” and went away with a smile.

I was seriously awe-stricken then because I knew what exactly he meant! The feeling of elation & gratitude twinkled in my eyes. It was as if I was standing on the 7th sky, proud as a Peacock. Wearing my well-ironed classy Hot-Pink rida, it was indeed a pleasure to be recognized as a woman of Dawoodi Bohra community.

Honestly, this remark was the one which urged me to write this post. After all, it was a great ending and an inspiration of ‘the day’. It made my heart fill with gratitude towards Allah for his limitless blessings & that he made me a true winner-a Mumin-one who is constantly under the Saya Mubarak of the two angelic Maulas TUS.

-Sarrah Mustafa Malir

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