An Ode to my "Mother"

      Although, living with her for about 18 years, for the first 13 years I was not aware of her presence as some one who loved me so much. She was just another person in my life, an "aunt", my fathers sister and in a society where phuphus are thought to be wicked, sly and cunning, she is just the opposite. S (name not mentioned) did a very good job of keeping us alienated from her, and so we never got a chance to bond. But fate finally did shine on us when I turned 13, giving us a chance to talk freely and share our thoughts. She is the type of person I have never known another one, a unique piece of God's creation. She is sweet, caring, thoughtful and ironically, though she is not our biological mother, me and my sister are her spiritual daughters.
    She is a woman-child. Instead of punishing you, she will cry which starts to make one feel guilty enough. You will always hear her talking about us, "I have to buy that for Saneela......and buy that for Nabeela". Even in a shop, she always buys stuff for us first and then we have to remind her to get something for herself too. When ever I get off from college and am feeling grouchy about my day, she will always sit at the table with me, listening to my useless talk, even if she is doggone tired. She takes a lot of extra care about our birthdays or if my friends are coming, worrying about the dinner every second. I can share any thing and every thing with her. Her favourite past time: talking on the phone and that too with K phuphu hours on end. She keeps secrets really well and worries about us so much, she busts a vein in her forehead trying to keep pace with us and our daily lives.
    She is one of the many people whom I can't think of even living without and at the end of the day, when my certain expectations get hurt or if I don't do good in any exam, I know she is there to listen and help and guide me.

Keep On Moving

             
              "When you truly want something in life, the whole universe helps you in achieving it."

   This is something that I read when I was just seven. At that time, my immature mind could not sum up the meaning of these few meagre words. How can the whole universe help one single person to rise to the heights of his achievement? Aren't people supposed to be selfish? But, now ten years later, I can fully understand the depth of this sentence. When we truly want something, we work hard to gain it, we fully maximize our potential and abilities to attain that accessory. Our whole life is centered on that one objective. It haunts us in our dreams, our thoughts, almost the very being of our soul. And, after all this, when we are unable to achieve it, we gloom about in the misery of it, clanging our heavy, imaginary chains like the begot ted old Scrooge. The ghosts come and haunt us, one by one, to remind us of our failure, of our unworthiness. We feel as if a part of us has been torn away, broken, lying away in some bloody mess. You blame yourself,  giving yourself no mercy. Others look at you with pity in their eyes, not talking about it and you hate them. Hate them for not understanding how your life is totally over, about adopting a smile-and-move-on type of behaviour when you are going through a very traumatic phase of your life. You especially hate them for NOT talking to you about it.
      What you don't think about is, what is going to happen after this? Will I go on weeping for my lost beloved till I'm 30? Or am I gonna carry on even after that. We read the famous saying a thousand times, but always forget about it when we need it the most : "When one door is closed, many more doors open."         

True as is the quote, Allah wants for us the best thing we can attain. It is His and only His decision whether to allow us to have it. People don't concentrate on their ten achievements, they mull and brood over their one failure. Einstein, the genius and brilliant scientist, was a failure. He failed Physics so many times and that too so badly that his Physics teacher had to write these disapproving words on his report card : "He will never learn Physics." Did he sit and cry about this whole, meaningless statement? No, he went on to become the most famous scientist ever in the history of science. He derived laws of Physics (about which I'm not at all impressed, having to learn them for a stupid exam), theories of light and many other such theories of Physics which were proven experimentally correct. He went on to prove himself that he was not a failure, to show his teacher (who must be turning in his grave for having written such a wrong statement) that a broken flower will not necessarily die. It might bloom and reproduce exotic and amazing off springs.

      Life is not perfect. It is not a place of heaven where you get everything that you wish for. You may achieve one thing, you may lose another. The remedy is to be thankful and patient in life. How many times do we repeat in typical, teenage fashion that we are not perfect? So why sit and cry over your failure. You're not perfect are you? The best way to live a peaceful and content life is to move on. The only thing we don't pray to Allah for is peace. It is a periodic case with me as it is with a few. But we should have faith in our God otherwise what choice do we have other than to worry and worry and worry?!
     So, that is what we should all do. Smile hard, laugh more, worry less and live long!