oh i can't seem to get this stupid add image thingy.
I spent the weekend and this past week trying to get the pics
uploaded but know such luck. So I will just have to wait....
So this past weekend I was at my BIL's house yippee!!
That was a lot of fun ( not really) I just don't get my
jatani One minute she's the stuck up B***** and then the next minute she's all friendly and stuff. I wish I didn't have to deal with her, rather I wish I didn't get all personal about it. She frankly doesn't give a damn about me or my family I don't know if I could be as heartless as her.
But I do have to say hats off to her acting, how she has her husband wrapped around her little finger( my mom says I should learn from her) and how she acts like she's worked so hard cooking and cleaning. Heck if I could get away with defrosting and shoving the garbage under the sofa, I'd do it too. She's such an actress she could seriously win an Oscar for her fine work.
Actually she's a con artist, the way she's cons people into thinking she's the one we should feel sorry for.
I'll explain why all this ranting and raving in my next post....
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
On a lighter note...
As was the purpose of this blog, I got all my frustrations out, and feeling better.
I thought I would talk about my kids, the good and the funny. Enough with the bad, I love them dearly and yes lately they have been getting on my nerves, but Insha Allah when I am old and grey, I might be getting on their last nerve, asking for this help and that. I pray to Allah that I am dependant on only Allah and not my kids.
anyway.. I went to Walmart the other day, and as soon as we walk by a bunch of walmart employees, my 6 yr old pipes " Amma I didn't steal anything today." I looked at her like WHAT!! The employees just laughed. What she meant to say was " It's not good to steal so I am not gonna steal" Well her intention was good right?
I thought I would talk about my kids, the good and the funny. Enough with the bad, I love them dearly and yes lately they have been getting on my nerves, but Insha Allah when I am old and grey, I might be getting on their last nerve, asking for this help and that. I pray to Allah that I am dependant on only Allah and not my kids.
anyway.. I went to Walmart the other day, and as soon as we walk by a bunch of walmart employees, my 6 yr old pipes " Amma I didn't steal anything today." I looked at her like WHAT!! The employees just laughed. What she meant to say was " It's not good to steal so I am not gonna steal" Well her intention was good right?
Sunday, December 2, 2007
What's going on?
As you may have noticed I have not been regular in my blogging. Espescially these past few months. I could say that it was because I couldn't get time or the computer was giving problems. But the truth was that I was giving myself time. You see I started to blog coz' I just wanted to get my frustrations out and use this blog as a diary of all the daily happenings in this life of mine. But right now I am so emotionally drained that I can hardly think. Theres no me time at all. You see I am homeschooling my 6 yr old and the 3 yr old and the 1 yr old are always up my butt. I run around like a mad women trying to teach, at the same time make sure she keeps up with her quran reading and memorizing. Normally that is what goes on in most houses, but most of their kids are at school most of the time and so they get that 6 or 7 hrs away from them. So when the kids get back from school the mother is a "bit refreshed" term used loosely. So they can run behind their kids to do their HW etc. Where as I am with them 24 by 7. Constantly hearing their naggin, yelling and screaming, hair pulling and tattle telling. It has really taken a toll on me. I have told my husband about it and we will Insha Allah put them in school next year. But till then what do I do? I am totally frustrated and just plain fed up with my life. I feel under appreciated for the amount of work and effort I put in this household. My husband says to plan something for the weekend and I want him and the kids out and me home, I wanna be free. I wanna be able to use the bathroom in peace without having to hear "what r u doing in there?" or be able to comb my hair without having the kids fighting to sit in mommies lap. Am I asking too much or maybe I should just stop dreaming. The problem is I am so irritable and annoyed with the kids, all the time. HELP!!!
BTW--- As I was typing this blog I was interuppted 10 times
BTW--- As I was typing this blog I was interuppted 10 times
Sunday, November 11, 2007
2 Tough Questions
Question 1: If you knew a woman who was pregnant, who had 8 kids already, three who were deaf, two who were blind, one mentally retarded, and she had syphilis, would you recommend that she have an abortion? Read the next question before looking at the response for this one.
Question 2: It is time to elect a new world leader, and only your vote counts. Here are the facts about the three candidates. Who would you vote for?
Candidate AAssociates with crooked politicians, and consults with astrologist He's had two mistresses. He also chain smokes and drinks 8 to 10 martinis a day.
Candidate B He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps until noon, used opium in college and drinks a quart of whiskey every evening.
Candidate C He is a decorated war hero. He's a vegetarian, doesn't smoke, drinks an occasional beer and never cheated on his wife. Which of these candidates would be our choice?
Decide first... no peeking, then scroll down for the response.
Candidate A is Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Candidate B is Winston Churchill.
Candidate C is Adolph Hitler.
And, by the way, on your answer to the abortion question:
If you said YES, you just killed Beethoven.
Pretty interesting isn't it? Makes a person think before judging someone.
Wait till you see the end of this note!
Keep reading.. Never be afraid to try something new.
Remember: Amateurs...built the ark.
Professionals...built the Titanic
And Finally, can you imagine working for a company that has a little more
than 500 employees and has the following statistics:
* 29 have been accused of spousal abuse
* 7 have been arrested for fraud
* 19 have been accused of writing bad checks
* 117 have directly or indirectly bankrupted at least 2 businesses
* 3 have done time for assault
* 71 cannot get a credit card due to bad credit
* 14 have been arrested on drug-related charges
* 8 have been arrested for shoplifting
* 21 are currently defendants in lawsuits
* 84 have been arrested for drunk driving in the last year...
Can you guess which organization this is?
Give up yet?
It's the 535 members of the United States Congress.
The same group that crank out hundreds of new laws each year designed to keep the rest of us in line.
Question 1: If you knew a woman who was pregnant, who had 8 kids already, three who were deaf, two who were blind, one mentally retarded, and she had syphilis, would you recommend that she have an abortion? Read the next question before looking at the response for this one.
Question 2: It is time to elect a new world leader, and only your vote counts. Here are the facts about the three candidates. Who would you vote for?
Candidate AAssociates with crooked politicians, and consults with astrologist He's had two mistresses. He also chain smokes and drinks 8 to 10 martinis a day.
Candidate B He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps until noon, used opium in college and drinks a quart of whiskey every evening.
Candidate C He is a decorated war hero. He's a vegetarian, doesn't smoke, drinks an occasional beer and never cheated on his wife. Which of these candidates would be our choice?
Decide first... no peeking, then scroll down for the response.
Candidate A is Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Candidate B is Winston Churchill.
Candidate C is Adolph Hitler.
And, by the way, on your answer to the abortion question:
If you said YES, you just killed Beethoven.
Pretty interesting isn't it? Makes a person think before judging someone.
Wait till you see the end of this note!
Keep reading.. Never be afraid to try something new.
Remember: Amateurs...built the ark.
Professionals...built the Titanic
And Finally, can you imagine working for a company that has a little more
than 500 employees and has the following statistics:
* 29 have been accused of spousal abuse
* 7 have been arrested for fraud
* 19 have been accused of writing bad checks
* 117 have directly or indirectly bankrupted at least 2 businesses
* 3 have done time for assault
* 71 cannot get a credit card due to bad credit
* 14 have been arrested on drug-related charges
* 8 have been arrested for shoplifting
* 21 are currently defendants in lawsuits
* 84 have been arrested for drunk driving in the last year...
Can you guess which organization this is?
Give up yet?
It's the 535 members of the United States Congress.
The same group that crank out hundreds of new laws each year designed to keep the rest of us in line.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
A Bitter Reality
Quite Thought Provoking… (this was sent to me by a friend)
As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in Software Engineerand joined a company based in USA , the land of braves and opportunity. WhenI arrived in the USA , it was as if a dream had come true.Here at last I was in the place where I want to be. I decided I would bestaying in this country for about Five years in which time I would haveearned enough money to settle down in India ..My father was a government employee and after his retirement, the onlyasset he could acquire was a decent one bedroom flat.I wanted to do some thing more than him. I started feeling homesick andlonely as the time passed. I used to call home and speak to my parents everyweek using cheap international phone cards. Two years passed, two years ofBurgers at McDonald's and pizzas and discos and 2 yearswatching the foreign exchange rate getting happy whenever the Rupee valuewent down.Finally I decided to get married. Told my parents that I have only 10 daysof holidays and everything must be done within these 10 days. I got myticket booked in the cheapest flight. Was jubilant and was actually enjoyinghopping for gifts for all my friends back home. If I miss anyone then therewill be talks. After reaching home I spent home one week going through allthe photographs of girls and as the time wasgetting shorter I was forced to select one candidate.In-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have to get married in 2-3days, as I will not get anymore holidays. After the marriage, it was time toreturn to USA , after giving some money to my parents and telling theneighbors to look after them, we returned to USA ..My wife enjoyed this country for about two months and then she startedfeeling lonely. The frequency of calling India increased to twice in a weeksometimes 3 times a week. Our savings started diminishing.After two more years we started to have kids. Two lovely kids, a boy and agirl, were gifted to us by the almighty. Every time I spoke to my parents,they asked me to come to India so that they can see their grand-children.Every year I decide to go to India ... But part work part monetaryconditions prevented it. Years went by and visiting India was a distantdream. Then suddenly one day I got a message that my parents were seriouslysick. I tried but I couldn't get any holidays and thus could not go toIndia ... The next message I got was my parents had passed away and asthere wasno one to do the last rights the society members had done whatever theycould. I was depressed. My parents had passed away without seeing theirgrand children.After couple more years passed away, much to my children's dislike and mywife's joy we returned to India to settle down. I started to look for asuitable property, but to my dismay my savings were short and the propertyprices had gone up during all these years. I had to return tothe USA ...My wife refused to come back with me and my children refused to stay inIndia ... My 2 children and I returned to USA after promising my wife Iwould be back for good after two years.Time passed by, my daughter decided to get married to an American and my sonwas happy living in USA ... I decided that had enough and wound-up everything and returned to India .. I had just enough money to buy a decent 02bedroom flat in a well-developed locality.Now I am 60 years old and the only time I go out of the flat is for theroutine visit to the nearby temple. My faithful wife has also left me andgone to the holy abode.Sometimes I wondered was it worth all this? My father, even after stayingin India , had a house to his name and I too have the same nothing more.I lost my parents and children for just ONE EXTRA BEDROOM.Looking out from the window I see a lot of children dancing. This damnedcable TV has spoiled our new generation and these children are losing theirvalues and culture because of it. I get occasional cards from my childrenasking I am alright. Well at least they rememberme.Now perhaps after I die it will be the neighbors again who will beperforming my last rights, God Bless them. But the question still remains'was all this worth it?'*********
As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in Software Engineerand joined a company based in USA , the land of braves and opportunity. WhenI arrived in the USA , it was as if a dream had come true.Here at last I was in the place where I want to be. I decided I would bestaying in this country for about Five years in which time I would haveearned enough money to settle down in India ..My father was a government employee and after his retirement, the onlyasset he could acquire was a decent one bedroom flat.I wanted to do some thing more than him. I started feeling homesick andlonely as the time passed. I used to call home and speak to my parents everyweek using cheap international phone cards. Two years passed, two years ofBurgers at McDonald's and pizzas and discos and 2 yearswatching the foreign exchange rate getting happy whenever the Rupee valuewent down.Finally I decided to get married. Told my parents that I have only 10 daysof holidays and everything must be done within these 10 days. I got myticket booked in the cheapest flight. Was jubilant and was actually enjoyinghopping for gifts for all my friends back home. If I miss anyone then therewill be talks. After reaching home I spent home one week going through allthe photographs of girls and as the time wasgetting shorter I was forced to select one candidate.In-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have to get married in 2-3days, as I will not get anymore holidays. After the marriage, it was time toreturn to USA , after giving some money to my parents and telling theneighbors to look after them, we returned to USA ..My wife enjoyed this country for about two months and then she startedfeeling lonely. The frequency of calling India increased to twice in a weeksometimes 3 times a week. Our savings started diminishing.After two more years we started to have kids. Two lovely kids, a boy and agirl, were gifted to us by the almighty. Every time I spoke to my parents,they asked me to come to India so that they can see their grand-children.Every year I decide to go to India ... But part work part monetaryconditions prevented it. Years went by and visiting India was a distantdream. Then suddenly one day I got a message that my parents were seriouslysick. I tried but I couldn't get any holidays and thus could not go toIndia ... The next message I got was my parents had passed away and asthere wasno one to do the last rights the society members had done whatever theycould. I was depressed. My parents had passed away without seeing theirgrand children.After couple more years passed away, much to my children's dislike and mywife's joy we returned to India to settle down. I started to look for asuitable property, but to my dismay my savings were short and the propertyprices had gone up during all these years. I had to return tothe USA ...My wife refused to come back with me and my children refused to stay inIndia ... My 2 children and I returned to USA after promising my wife Iwould be back for good after two years.Time passed by, my daughter decided to get married to an American and my sonwas happy living in USA ... I decided that had enough and wound-up everything and returned to India .. I had just enough money to buy a decent 02bedroom flat in a well-developed locality.Now I am 60 years old and the only time I go out of the flat is for theroutine visit to the nearby temple. My faithful wife has also left me andgone to the holy abode.Sometimes I wondered was it worth all this? My father, even after stayingin India , had a house to his name and I too have the same nothing more.I lost my parents and children for just ONE EXTRA BEDROOM.Looking out from the window I see a lot of children dancing. This damnedcable TV has spoiled our new generation and these children are losing theirvalues and culture because of it. I get occasional cards from my childrenasking I am alright. Well at least they rememberme.Now perhaps after I die it will be the neighbors again who will beperforming my last rights, God Bless them. But the question still remains'was all this worth it?'*********
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Washing the dead....
Yesterday, my friend asked if I could come and help wash the body of a muslim sister who had died. At first I was like WHAT!!! you want me to what??? Then I came to my senses, and thought what will happen to my body when I die, will there be anybody to wash my body when I die? So I told her okay I would help but I've never done it before. She told me she would teach me, she couldn't do it because she was on her periods. So she took me to the funeral home where the body was. There was 4 of us 2 from the deceased's family and me and another friend. I thought I would freak out when I would see the body, but honestly I was okay about it, it looked like she was sleeping. When we started, I had to lift her hand it was so stiff. I was surprised, I hadn't realized how much the body changes after death, it was like lifting a statue or something. I remember the friend that was teaching us kept saying "be careful" and "be gentle". Even though she's dead she can still feel everything that is being done to her body. I was mentally fine until the shrouding part came, the kamees,scarf etc., all were placed, then the last part(that's what got me all shaken up) the last piece of the shroud the face and entire body was covered and 3 pieces of cloth were used to tie up the body. I was by the body's feet, so I didn't see them tie the top portion, but when I looked up my eyes popped out and that's when I started to get teary eyed. That was it her life is done all wrapped up and ready to be put in the grave. All the jewelry that she owned, her wealth all gone. She can not take anything with her. The only thing with her was her deeds. Make dua for her, may Allah grant her Jannah. Ameen.
It makes me wonder why I strive so hard to get the best house or car, when in the end there will only be enough room for my body in the qabr. May allah grant us ease in the grave and easy reckoning on qiyamaat. And grant us Jannah.
AMEEN!!!
It makes me wonder why I strive so hard to get the best house or car, when in the end there will only be enough room for my body in the qabr. May allah grant us ease in the grave and easy reckoning on qiyamaat. And grant us Jannah.
AMEEN!!!
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
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