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Why did God create Woman from Man’s rib, when He could have simply created her from dust, as He did Man? This is a story that puts a beautiful touch on the reasoning:

“When I created the heavens and the earth, I spoke them into being. When I created man, I formed him from the dust of the Earth and breathed life into his nostrils. But you, woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of life into man because your nostrils are too delicate. I allowed a deep sleep to come over him so I could patiently and perfectly fashion you. Man was put to sleep so that he could not interfere with the creativity. From one bone I fashioned you. I chose the bone that protects man’s life. I chose the rib,which protects his heart and lungs and supports him,as you are meant to do.”

“Around this one bone I shaped you. I modeled you. I created you perfectly and beautifully. Your characteristics are as the rib, strong yet delicate and fragile. You provide protection for the most delicate organ in man, his heart. His heart is the center of his being; his lungs hold the breath of life. The rib cage will allow itself to be broken before it will allow damage to the heart. Support man as the rib cage supports the body.”

“You were not taken from his feet, to be under him,nor were you taken from his head, to be above him. You were taken from his side, to stand beside him and be held close to his side. You are my perfect angel. You are my beautiful little girl. You have grown to be a splendid woman of excellence, and my eyes fill when I see the virtue in your heart. Your eyes: don’t change them. Your lips: how lovely when they part in prayer. Your nose so perfect in form, your hands so gentle to touch. I’ve caressed your face in your deepest sleep;I’ve held your heart close to mine. Of all that lives and breathes, you are the most like me.”

“Adam walked with me in the cool of the day and yet he was lonely. He could not see me or touch me. He could only feel me. So everything I wanted Adam to share and experience with me, I fashioned in you: my holiness,my strength, my purity, my love, my protection and support. You are special because you are the extension of me.”

“Man represents my image, woman – my emotions.Together, you represent the totality of God. So man:treat woman well. Love her, respect her, for she is fragile. In hurting her, you hurt me. What you do to her, you do to me. In crushing her, you only damage your own heart, the heart of God. Woman, support man. In humility, show him the power of emotion I have given you. In gentle quietness show your strength. In love, show him that you are the rib that protects his inner self.”

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This is it! My Big Day! A few minutes from now, a new chapter of my life begins. Tonight, my knight in shining armour whisks me away to our ‘happily ever after’ where I would be his queen and he shall be – my king. I look at my reflection in the mirror. A starry-eyed girl, seemingly high on Mills & Boons smiles back at me. I am looking forward to my life with my hubby. Our little conversations on the phone have made me delight in his voice. I can feel him listening intently, seeing eye to eye with my ideals. I can envision a lifetime with him filled with candlelight dinners, holding hands when out on a drive and we completely adjusting to each other.
It is time for me to make my appearance. My arm perched on my brother’s, my gaze downward, I slowly walk towards my new life. The noise in the marriage hall dims to whispers. I feel all eyes on me, scrutinizing every detail. Amidst the critique of the dress, jewelry and bridegroom or bride (depending on who invited them), I walk towards the extensively decorated stage. Months had gone into planning each and every detail of this day. I allow myself a small smile, knowing that it did not go to waste. My gallant knight is standing at the edge of the stage, I look up and smile. My fairytale has begun.

The first few days after the marriage have passed by in a haze. There is always some post-nuptial dinner to attend to. The house is crowded with relatives who are interested in meeting the bride and groom at the oddest hours of the day. Bleary-eyed, with smiles plastered on our faces, hubby and I endure it, knowing it would end soon and we would finally have some privacy.

We set off for our honeymoon. Finally, we are alone, just us. My mind is filled with scenes from all my favourite romantic novels; the hero lifts his beloved in his arms. I wake up from my reverie to see that the hero is actually arguing with the hotel management for something. The argument seems petty enough but for some reason my hero is not backing down. From what I can collect, the hero is actually being obnoxious. It must be a one-time thing. My hero can’t exactly be so quarrelsome, could he? The quarrel has put the hero in a bad mood, so I am guessing I will not be swept off my feet. Oh well, maybe next time.

Over the next few days, I see more chinks in my knight’s armour. He is not as gallant and courteous as I had made him to be. He is actually a few degrees less. He snores, scratches and has a bad breath and a grumpy scowl in the morning. He makes offensive noises at the drop of a hat and actually guffaws when I look offensively surprised. This cannot possibly be the Adonis I married. Where was the man who wooed me with his sweet nothings, who was the epitome of sleek and sophistication? I only see a man in mesh shorts and a ragged old T-shirt laughing away at Ben Stiller’s histrionics on TV.

A day back from our honeymoon and we already have had our first fight. I cannot believe that he could be so uncaring. He promised to take me out but all day long he has been at his laptop, finishing up some proposal for his client. Resigned, I head towards the kitchen to cook something for dinner. I better consult my cook books. Everything I have made for him gave him a pained expression.

A month and a half has passed by. I cannot believe how different we are from each other. I believe in socializing and going out while he would rather park himself in front of the TV all evening. I don’t like his style of dressing and have been doing some shopping for him. He’s a morning person while I am more of a night person. I don’t like it that he brings his work home. He doesn’t like it that I ask him to stop littering the bedroom with his clothes. He doesn’t like my cooking and has recommended I seek advice from his mom. This is not the life I was conjuring when I thought of him a few months back before my marriage. I knew married life was supposed to be practical but I always thought that backed up with a loving and supportive husband, we would take every challenge with a smile.
A few days later, I find out I am pregnant. I feel terrible. Is this the joy of motherhood? Where is the healthy glow I am supposed to be having? All I seem to be doing is rushing to the bathroom, either to relieve my bladder for the umpteenth time or to throw up. My hubby, on the other hand, has been spending more time in the office. He says that we have to plan ahead and save. Having a baby is a big responsibility and we need to be financially ready for it. Meanwhile I am getting bigger and bigger. My hormones seem to be on a rollercoaster, messing up my emotional state. Hubby is understanding and takes my outbursts silently. I feel his wordless support in his endearing actions. He is always there smiling, doing more than his share of household chores so that I can rest. I feel as if this is a learning process for me too. I feel some of the childish attitudes I used to have chafe off me. I have stopped my whiny demands and learnt to work together. I know him now; know his moods, his ideals, his needs and wants as he knows mine. We have learnt to live together with each other, adjust to each other. We are going to have a baby together which is going to be the biggest challenge for us both and we both are going to be involved in it. We are changing our attitudes for a better future together.

My major improvement has been that I have given up the silly fantasies I had taken up from movies and books, started living in reality and create my own romance.

And …

Add some BlurBurger cuties in life

I feel like blogging I feel like flickring

I’ve WORK to do :s

Bright summer’ ready to bid its farewell.

Mighty sun not as harsh as the life itself. (naashukra-pan =P Tauba Tauba)

Alhamdolillah to Allah Almighty for his limitless, infinite bounties and blessings.

Chill all prepared to seep in.

There’s a creepy sadness in the air … few secret smiles. Yet the uncertainty.

*takes a moment to think about the secret smiles – inevitable, huh *

Few months down the lane … this place in the picture above is going to be one of those places I’m gonna miss the most.

Eid’s very near. Last Ashra’a … will come to an end shortly. I already feel like missing Ramadhan

Cant it be ramadhan for at least two months? I love this month .. please remember me and my family in your prayers

ps: I’ve been a bit lethargic in replying to comments here .. tonight Inshah Allah

Sehri was an extravagant thing since bachpan … you know that feeling … waking up in the middle of night for anda paratha and chai. I was a chai addict since my bachpan I was always the last one to wake up. Ami would call from kitchen, then abu will come in the mid of stairs and would call me. And then those final calls when ami or abu would say Accha rauza nahi rakhna naa phir. Ooooh that used to do the magic and I’d jump out from the bed. Azaans used to start and I’d start gulping . I always start eating for sehri when I hear the sounds of Azaan .. somehow … before that I feel like its too early :$ It used to be quite fun with all of us together and those heavenly sehris. Lol, I take at least 10 minutes to make a paratha … once two -three years back, my bro was home in Ramadhan. God bless him, due to my show and steadiness, he took the paratha from my hand and made it himself … I pushed him to make one for me too =D Nowadays, due to the sudden dieting awareness program … I’m enjoying boiled egg and porridge bowl … Man, porridge;s so recommended. I always loved porridge but now I’m loving it a bit more So filling and so tasty. ANd you get to drink milk too, issi bahanay.

Ahh, and the aftaars. In our family, fruit chat and chai …. we cant survive without these two things for aftar. necessary … must do items. previously, I’d make either pakoray (that everyone in general and ami specifically would say asma makes the best =D ) or some fried stuff like toasts with potatoe fillings. Nowadays, Im refraining from all those pakora-istic urges and sticking to full bowl of fruit chat … and then cuppa chai. I’d eat so many fruits that skipping the meal is not a problem either. Yups, I’m acting desperate. But then it gives you some leverage. you can occasionally indulge in some yummynesses like pakoray and samosay. Its my sweetheart bro’s bday today and I’m going to celebrate it with his fave pakoras – yayy =) It was ami’s bday on 6th and I made chick karahi and pulao … yayy =) Lol. I should end before I be declared officially crazy.

So, coming to you people, what do you prepare or have for sehris and aftars? Do you make yourself or lethargy kicks in? Are you living alone or with family ~ with family things are so different What you can’t resist if it be on table for sehri and aftar? And what’s the most essential item?

It has become kind of a tag. So pour in

ps: I did this post because of one so obvious reason. Shadeed rauza lag raha hay and its almost 5.5 hrs to go. I’ll be breaking the tradition of this ramadhan and will make noodles and qeema in some saucy mixture today. recipe I’ll generate at run-time =D ooooooh.

In the morning when I called U to confirm the time they’ll reach my place, I find out she’s not feeling very well plus his dad was in bad mood (later was a solid reason for probable plan drop) …  I was so put off, since ramzan’s coming and I really wanted some advice along with me while doing such shopping. I simply cant do it alone.  Khair … I was like oK fine. By 1 pm she called saying I’ll come with A in an hr’s time.  yay was the thought,  in about 1.5 hr’s time we were on our way.

Dropped off at one of the shopping centres (3-4 of them are almost inter-connected), things were quite crap in first few shops. Then  picked up the pace .. in the meanwhile I grabbed U’s huge sunglasses she had fixed up on her head and had it fixed on my head instead. It looks o coool You feel so Cool … kinda crazily cool Khair one of the shopkeepers was so funny … and our bargaining sessions … he was like aap tu shakal say hi isshtudent lagti hain … may tu qeemat batayoon ga hi nahi ziyada …~ A was specially so happy about it =D  And then he’d say … uff yah rang tu fidayi rang hay … LOL He was one funny guy.

Then exhausted from shopping …  we went to commercial market. Initially we wanted to ride a rickshaw but couldn’t find one roaming around empty. From there after eating a not-so-tasty burger, U traced a Ainak-Wala and asked .. want one? I was like why not =P   SO in the middle of the road I tried almost all available “brands” with the seller. Ended up on ray ban. His aking price was 360, U said 50 … I was like haa What? Ended up paying 110 =D  But I’m still craving for that Dolce and Gabana I saw … REAL ONE  .. it was like OOOh … ~

The uncle with whom we came back (cab driver) had these sea green eyes, masha Allah .. he started chatting and we ended up knowing that one of his daughter is doing MBBS from AMC, another one BS in Maths, yet another one is in final year of BBA at my alma matter, his son just got 8% marks in Matric. Truly jubilant I was to hear this he asked us about our jobs, aims in life, even taught us few things … very interesting things totally needed to go ahead in one’s life. Things which are so not important when one acts but when you think about them … they weigh much more.  May Allah bless him and his family And yes he said again .. that aap tu bachiyon abhi bhi students lagtay ho   *Evil Grin*

Ended up at night telling U about the butterflies tale … OK thinking about it makes me all go nuts. Goodness gracious.  I feel so light after talking with U … not that I need to share all that’s going on in my heart … yet sometimes saying is not necessary. The understanding matters.

Today while walking at night, I smiled at myself like crazies listening to love struck music. I need some words of wisdom from my other self.

You dont need to read all this or for that matter anything from this. My ramblings only.

ps: I’m in love