Saturday, 31 March 2012

A Berry Birthday to ME!..

I awoke this morning by 4am (if you consider waking up every 30mins to check the time sleeping) to get ready and go to the airport to await my sister's arrival.

 It's a very special occasion for me because it's also my birthday! YippieE!!! So, today's my birthday, I'm 23 and my sister decided to make the day special by gracing the occasion with her arrival. Actually, she's always made my birthday special and put smiles on my face. This year is no different, and that's one reason I love her so much!

I remember my 22nd birthday, last year when I was feeling quite detached. My sis left her PPA early, and brought a birthday to my office. She bought me a yummy muffin and tried placing 22 candles on it! (Lool ... You can imagine), then she placed M&M's on the cake plus a drink to go with d occasion. She gave me a cute lil blue journal as a gift. I was tear joyed. Even remembering it now brings happy tears to my eyes. I call her my world, because she's the only constant in my life and she always makes me happy!.

So, today she made it extra special!. She bought me tons of goodies! And all the birthday gifts I got? Awesome! Some fom her and others, my uncles in UK sent. Oh and I love the cards so so much. Our imam also came over for a special prayer. Everyone has either called or sent sms and I see myself on the dp of 80% of my contact list, I feel so loved right now!

I woke up with a smile, and I'm still smiling. Alhamdulillah I'm alive, healthy and happy!.. Insha Allah, I hope to be alive to see many more years in good health, happiness, and fulfilment.

Thank you all for giving me a beautiful birthday filled with berries!!!

Con amor

Friday, 16 March 2012

All in None

He stared at me, with those eyes... Eyes that could melt any heart.
Eyes that melted my heart on that faithful day we met. It was 4years ago, when I first had the privilege to look into his eyes. I felt those butterflies awaken in my tummy immediately. It was my 1st time of experiencing all those emotions @ 1st sight. You know, the complete package; admiration, crush, lust, affection, name it. If you've ever had that kind of experience, you'll agree with me that it's the best feeling ever. But on the other hand, you'll also agree with me that those perfect feelings never have beautiful endings.

Anyway, unlike the fairy tale-like love stories that don't have happy endings, mine never even started. Of course there were obstacles. There's always some sort of obstacle in this kinda scenario. So, that's the very good explanation behind the series of obstacles in my never-to-happen-love-story. Apart from the obstacles, everything just happened wrong. First thing that went wrong?, I didn't meet him sooner. Second thing?, I have no idea. Third thing?, I have absolutely no idea. All I know is that he was perfect, but it couldn't happen. For months, I dreamt about his eyes, the way they teased, searched and the way he looked at me like he knew something interesting that I didn't. I fantasised about his lips, his touch (Were they perfect?, Of course they were... It was in my head). I replayed the different other ways we could (SHOULD) have met, but that didn't make him mine. I regardless went ahead to fantasize about how he was crazy about me too, and how he found a way for us to be together. I dreamt about a big wedding with him, and how happy we would be. Our kids were so adorable... *sigh*

 Four years later, we met again and I was given the "good" news that he was getting married. I felt crushed, heartbroken and confused. What about us? Our love! My plans for OUR wedding? Was it never to be? What was to happen to me, and all the love I had invested in him? These words occupied my head over and over. Was he not supposed to feel my love for him? I was broken.
Then he showed me pictures of his bride-to-be, and I lost my confidence. That's the reason he never noticed my love!. She was fair, pretty, and almost looked like an angel. I tried to dislike her, to blame her for my crushed fantasies but I couldn't. No one could be blamed but I. I kept quiet for so long and buried my love inside without going in pursuit of that which I wanted. I waited, hoping he would love me too while another woman got his affection. And now, he was gone... Forever.. No second chances!

 I know there are lots of women out there who like me, sit idly loving a man in silence, expecting him to feel the same, and to take matters into his own hands. I say this; why can't you get your ass up and go after what YOU desire. If you're not fighting for him, another girl is. To hell with the obstacles, obstacles are just those things you see when you take eyes off your goal. Focus on that man, make your move, don't back down, and what you get is a ring on that finger...

 As for me, I won't stop pining for him and although he belongs to another woman now, he'll always have a special place in my heart. I just hope I've learned, cause I can be sometimes stupid.

Con amor

Monday, 5 March 2012

Why Women Cry..

Sometime ago, i read a post online and I loved it. It was my first time reading any post from that site, but it made me yearn for more. So, I decided to share it with ya'll. Who knows, it might help someone like it did the lil boy in this context. Feel free to share this article either by copying, emailing, or jst sharing the link to this blog.

A little boy asked his mother,  “Why are you crying?”

“Because I need to”  she said.

“I don’t understand,” he  said.

His Mom just hugged him and said,  “And you never will.”

Later the little boy asked his father,  “Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?”

“All women cry for no reason,”  his dad answered carelessly.

The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise shaikh (scholar).  “He surely knows the answer”, he thought. “Ya Shaikh! Why do women cry so  easily?”

The Shaikh answered:

“When Allah made the woman she had to be made so special. He made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that comes from her children. He gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. He gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults, and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. He gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And lastly, He gave her a tear.

This is hers and only hers exclusively to use  whenever she needs it. She needs no reason, no explanation, its hers.”

“You see my son, the beauty of a  woman is not in the clothes she wears, the beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair.  The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where love resides.”

The little boy got the answer and never asked the question again.

Courtesy; Editor. January 11th, 2012

So, I've decided to cry @ every oppurtunity afterall, it's mine to use as I please.

LadyAries, always proud to be a woman!

Con amor