Friday, 31 December 2010
I don't know why, but God led me through a tough path to reach motherhood. I believe He kept the best for the last - now the best is in my hands, with all His blessings. He blessed us with a little princess, Aisha. I hope and pray she grows into a young woman like Aisha binth Aboobacker (Peace and blessings of Allah be upon her).
I was in hospital for one plus month before her birth. The same problem for my first pregnancy, a hyper-coiled umbilical cord. I wonder why does the cord that gives the nourishment to the baby become her killer too? But thanks to Allah, the doc and the radiologist, the problem was detected earlier. One month hospital stay and a c-section. The baby was took out from my womb 38 days before her arrival date! Quoting the words of Macduff in the Shakespeare play Macbeth, "from his mother's womb untimely ripp'd." I hope she too grows up to destroy some Macbeths.
Praise be to Allah, now she is doing well. Enjoying (?!) her childhood. Crying, laughing, talking etc etc.
Tuesday, 30 March 2010
Even with the lullaby from the ac,
Or the warm and soothing blanket
And the soft cotton bed,
I feel my sleep still far away.
Even with the different menus,
Tastly cooked up for me
Decorated, and served in china ware,
I still feel my hunger flown away.
Even the beautiful frock I wear,
Stitched with the finest of silks
Soft like the feather of a peacock,
Is pricking my body all the time.
When can I be my own master
And turn around as I wish,
When can I break the big black chains
And fly with my thoughts, far and wide.
Then may be I can sleep well
Even under the railway bridge,
And the left-over in the bin
Will be the tastiest of all the food,
And the re-stitched torn frock
Will feel like a feather on me.
I wish those days come fast,
And take me of my feet.
Thursday, 18 March 2010
Iru kanner thullikal oru sundariyude
Two tears, from a beauty
Karimizhiyil vachu kandu mutti
On her beautiful black eyes
Kandu mutti avar kandu mutti
They saw each other, and they met.
Pinne kandu vanna swapnathinKadha cholli
And they shared their dream stories
Thamara poykayile arayannangale pole
Like the swans of the lotus pond.
Premathal parasparam kai neetti
They tried to touch each other, with their love.
But they were not able to get near.
Far far away were they, both of them.
They hoped to meet on her cheeks
Karalil pratheekshayumay yatra thudarnnu
And came rolling down with the hope in their heart.
Karalil pratheekshayumay yathra thudarnnu
Came rolling down with the hope in their heart.
Aduthathilla avar aduthathilla
They never touched each other, they never came near
Oru neduveerppin kodunkattil pirinju poyi
They got parted in the storm of a sigh
Maranathin bheekara marubhoovilveenurundu
And tumbled into the huge desert of the bossom
Mazhathulli poleyavar alinju poyee
And like the raindrops, melted away…
( I never thought that tears could have a love story, with the sigh as a villain. What a thought!!)
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
But, at the moment, I'm not in a mood to write anything. I don't know why I feel it this way. When I had no net connection at home, I wanted to write about so many things. I used to think how to sort it out all. But now, when the wordpress page is staring at me, I feel lost. May be because I have so much to say, and because I cannot put it out in order. So many things are coming to mind that I feel it blank!
May this window by which I sit is making me go blank. The dark clouds are giggling at Dubai. Taking their time for another downpour.
The date-palm tree has its leaves in the air like a pea-cock's tail ready to dance with the rain. Oh! There is another pea-cock story here. I hear a pea-cock cry every day at dusk. Petting pea-cocks are banned in India, which has pea-cock as its national bird. So when I hear the cry, I feel that something is wrong. Pea-cocks are free to wander where ever they like in India, and so we get to see them often, in the farms, bushes and small outgrowths of plants and trees.
Its flowering time for the dates. We see a lot of flowered date-palm tree while travelling through UAE. Last year, our owner presented us with a big bunch(??) of those sweet dates. Hubby had one glass of date+milk juice everyday in the afternoon. Even though we never added sugar in it, it was very sweet.
Date palm and the sky. Let me take some more snaps of it with my eye. I don't think my mobile cam is good at taking in the whole beauty of it. So, leaving this page for now.
Insha Allh, we can meet again, and I hope no such serenic beauty comes to my window again!
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
Take a look at some of them here.