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White rose in the vase in full bloom.......
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Apr 16, 2012 11:34 pm
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White rose sitting in the vase in full bloom.
Soft white curtains stirred in the gentle wind, sunlight casting a gentle glow on the reddish brown table beside the bed, illuminating the crystal vase sitting there, and the well worn book sitting beside it. The words were etched on the cover in gold gilt, but faded almost until they matched the color of the book itself.
Next to it, the bed sat empty, the patchwork quilt worn with age. Hence bright and cheerful, the bedspread beneath matching the fabric of the curtains, both being materials of a much earlier age. The pale coral walls gave off a gentle pink glow in the warmth of the sun, brightening the room.
Pictures adorned the walls here and there, smiling faces with period clothing and some with modern clothing, all ages. And mostly female. The atmosphere was one of comfort, ease, peace. something the house had known in the past few years.
The owner of the room, grey haired and sporting a pair of deep brown eyes stepped over the threshold, carrying an ornately painted sewing basket as if it were a delicate treasure. Snowy white rubber shoe made no sound as they crossed the dark wood floor, but the swish of her dress could be heard in the room and the sound of the basket being dropped down on the bed were oddly out of place in her surroundings.
She lowered herself onto the bed and set about her sewing. Just as she had for the past half century. Happily sewing a pattern into a small scrap of cloth, glancing up to smile as a tiny prism flickered on the far wall, reflected from the crystal vase.
She watched it for a moment, and then returned to her work, ignoring the gradual change from daylight to darkness, working quickly on the pattern. Suddenly urgent, never looking up or pausing to take a rest. She was so much involved with her sewing. The tiny picture taking life beneath her fingers, the delicate white blossom seeming almost to glow against the slightly darker cloth.
One of her grandchildren happened to appear upon her sewing during a visit. She found the young, black haired girl fingering the unfinished material with delighted smile, gently took it from her with one of her own.”It’s not finished yet.”The child gave her grandmother a small, knowing smile and ran off to play, leaving the woman with a slightly puzzled look. The old woman moved to the front room, feeling the soft cushion of the chair beneath her as she sat down, set to work once more, needle flashing with tiny pinpricks of light.
The time passed slowly, as was its wont, and with it, the progress of the little cloth followed suit. It was noticed, too, that the brown eyes no longer sparkled, and seemed dimmed, like the dusky sky. In contrast, the single flower seemed to grow brighter upon the cloth.
Sunlight found the woman pale, but happy, and the work done. She quietly laid the cloth down beside the vase, and closed her eyes in sleep. It was in this way that her oldest grandchild found her the next morning. Beside her on the table, lay a single white rose sitting in the vase in full bloom.
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Pencil and Eraser...
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Mar 5, 2012 9:20 pm
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Pencil: I'm sorry....
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry cos you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.
Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
This conversation between the pencil and the eraser is very inspirational. It resembles a pious relationship. Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. Parents always for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way... they get hurt, and become smaller (older, and eventually pass on). Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.
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Shekhar the most generous person i've ever met....
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Jan 7, 2012 4:39 am
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Shekhar the most generous person i've ever met....
IFF is a site where people all over the world get a chance to interact,in a friendly atmosphere. Although most of the people here disrespect others, there are a number of people, although very few who acts vice versa...actually here i'm going to mention about a person whose really kind and generous as I have experienced it myself.
Shekar429 whose previous user name was Raghav is the person i'm refering to. As everyone on iff who reads blogs would know that ive been to delhi on october 2011. And i met Shekhar,whom i've nevr sen before.He's a very nice person. but the saddest thing is that i wasn't able to meet him for long. and the most exciting thing was the small small gifts he had given me which was really beautiful;...and awesome. So, i would once again want to thank him here..for his generousness and kindness..."Thank you Shekhar429".
Before ending this blog i would like to say that Delhi is a beautiful place, although crowded. and i pray to god that i get more chances to visit Delhi so that i may meet more friends over there.
(Shekhar429 sorry for the delay it took to write the blog)
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My lovely little angels......
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Jan 4, 2012 10:38 pm
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Ashhab and Mikhail my little angels,
No amount of gold could ever compare,
to the gift of love that my sons share.
I've been blind and I couldn't see that all the love I've wanted is right here in front of me.
They give reasons to get through another day.
Maybe it's how they love me in their special little ways.
It's Mikhail who wraps his little arms around me,
and says ALLAH will make things right.
Someday I will grow,
Someday I will take care of you,
Oh! Mother sleep well,
So that you may wake up with soothe,
And guide us with your motherly love..
On the other hand is Ashhab,
From sweet gentle touches to his bear hugs and kisses,
He makes this hell on earth seem more like a peaceful bliss.
That great big kool-aid smile and the twinkle in his eyes,
Every time I look at him it makes me want to cry.
But they're not tears of sorrow,
they're tears of pride and joy.
To know that all the love in heaven is wrapped around my little angels.....
"Ashhab and Mikhail"
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Just to let you all know....Delhi Trip
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Sep 21, 2011 8:37 pm
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Just TO LET ALL OF YOU KNOW.....
Its one of my pleasures and dreams come true that I'm leaving for Delhi on 25th next Sunday.I'm leaving on an official trip to the National Human Rights Commission of India. Hope my trip would be exciting and i would have enough time to roam around.
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Embrace me tight...........S....!!!!
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Jul 11, 2011 10:44 pm
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I was restless
When I met you
Little do you know,
How lonely I am.
How dearly I love you
Just come close to me and see,
The fire that rages within,
Just embrace me and feel.
I cant express what I feel,
In body and soul,
I seek you.
The moment's weakness,
Let it not pass.
To end this distance
Draw me to you,
Embrace me tight......
I have no wish, no desire
All I need is you
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The Coldness and the Silence of Antarctica...where our souls would meet...
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Jul 4, 2011 3:46 am
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My love,
It’s the heartfelt destiny,
Where our hearts would meet
Where we would become one.
Where every drop of silent exists,
Where nudity of the skin,
soft and slippery
fighting resistance beneath satin sheets
working on my body,
probing from the deep well of longing
heated desires met in the midst of hot,
quickening breath
drinking the wine of lust
in oblivion, you called my name
high on the essence of intoxicating substance
forcing our way to the peak of bliss,
erotic moans bouncing in the air
as the elements of madness erupted
I glow like an amber in the silhouette of the night
I grasp the coldness of the Antarctica …
Craving for your love….
*Dedicated to : Shekhar429....
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Wearing Hijab.....is it a freedom or a responsibility???????
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Jun 14, 2011 1:13 am
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A recent story came out on "Muslim-American" women and their freedom. Unfortunately, there was a lot of stress on how the freedom for these women came through "lifting" or "unveiling" their Hijabs. One sister in the story was quoted to have said, "When you put the scarf on, you have to understand that you are representing a community...and that is huge. That's a huge responsibility. And I don't know if it's for everyone."
There is a lot of truth in that. Wearing Hijab is indeed a huge responsibility, and it is the honor and respect that God has given to women to be the flag-bearers of Islam. There can a debate until the end of time of how it is not "fair" that men do not hold such a responsibility, but we are not the ones who created man, so those who want to argue the justice in it can take it up with Allah.
It was also quoted that many women, believes that the foundation of Hijab is not found in Islam, but in Arab culture. It is unfortunate to see that people's personal opinions of a religion are publicized so greatly, yet the opinions of the experts of the religion are things that nobody wants to publicize.
Unfortunately , many people will not understand how Hijab gives freedom to women. Although it lightly touches on how some women enjoy wearing Hijab, the main focus of the story comes off as sending the message that Hijab is a burden put on Muslim women which sends them on an emotional roller coaster because they feel obligated when they are not.
With Islam already being looked down upon, this, I believe, just adds to it. Whether that was the intention of the story or not, it is sad to see that Muslim women are speaking about how much of a burden Hijab was on them. Everything our religion stands for, in terms of modesty, is being put down and the concept of Hijab is once again misunderstood as some sort of oppressive tool of Islam to make women feel inferior.
In this day and age when many non-Muslims do not understand Hijab, it is sad to see that it may be due to the fact that Muslims themselves do not understand true Hijab and the freedom it brings through liberating women from the pressures of society, and especially from standards of appearance.
In cases like these, we should all make efforts to portray the true message of Islam and Hijab, with the help of Allah and the efforts of the granddaughter of the Holy Prophet (peace be upon him and his progeny), Lady Zainab (peace be upon her), true Hijab will be seen as the solution for society's problems and as a symbol of freedom.
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My Little Gentleman......
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Jun 12, 2011 3:26 am
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He's Small...
He's Young...
But Yet wants to be smart,
Wants to take things on his own....
And yet..Always keeps on telling me that he is "BIG"...
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