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Just a pane
Friday, Jul. 19, 2002
I feel The silence feels like flowing

Abhii abhi ammi came back from the neighbours . She wants me to switch the water motor on . Aik baat bataoon ... for me , My Mother is the most beautiful gift of God .

Kahlil Gibrah had this to say ..

ON BEAUTY AND MOTHERHOOD

And a poet said, "Speak to us of Beauty."
And he answered: Where shall you seek beauty,
and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?

The aggrieved and the injured say,"Beauty is kind and gentle.
Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us."

Although things in the past have not been the best but i still love her and i know that she loves me too . I guess we dont sometimes really know how to express our appreciation and love for someone and thats it . I know most of you know this but i just felt like writing it anyway after all it is my dairy . I remember this one time back when we used to live in Nazimabad i really wanted to do something for her but i couldn't . Abbu was really into altercations in those dayz . I was probably 15 or 16 . We had this huge frontyard where we werent actually allowed to play because we could easily break a windows there. anyways by then i had been punished so many times that i was kinda scared and avoided even going there lest something happens and i get the blame again .Uss din kya hua kay my younger sister Farah came home early from school . She decided to have a lil cricket match with irtiza . They had a good couple of matches and then disaster struck . She accidently smashed a window . Khair ... when abbu came in the evening , he saw the mess . He called for me . Mummy told him that it was farah who broke the pane . He said ; "its all because of him that they're learning this stuff " . blah blah blah . It was summer . I was wearing a bermuda and a small vest . He kicked me out . He said that its all because of me that all my brothers and sisters are spoilt . He said that in order to straighten things around , i have to be taught manners . And all of this because accidently farah broke a window . I got kicked out bare feet half naked .I told myself , Neat man . I went up on the roof top and spend the night there . Came down in the morning when he had left for office . Mummy was sitting in the dining room . Eyes all red . Worried . She had sent irtiza all over to look for me . I was always a quiet kid so naturally everyone was worried . I was very sad that day . I didnt want my mother to worry because my daadi ( amman ) gave her enough trouble already . I simply didnt wanna add to her troubles .But i did .That day I realised that whatever happens to either of us , both of us will be affected .Trust me ,Now whenever i do something ... I pause a moment to think how it would reflect on ammi . You do the math .







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