Because I love birthdays.. and β™₯YOUβ™₯


It feels so nice to have a BIG family.. So many people who cares for you, right?
Even though I’m an oddity at home, living inΒ  my own world, I still enjoy the mini get-to-gathers and parties.. Never mind the taunts from my elder sisters πŸ˜›

So this time it was Alaina (My niece) who gathered us all for her birthday party.
It seems only yesterday when she was born.

And then all of a sudden , all I knew was Alaina was naughty and cute πŸ˜› I mean, it happened so quickly… She could sit and laugh and BE NAUGHTY!

Β  My Little Devil <3

On her birthday, she looked no less than a Princess but I wonder why every kid is so reserved and tensed on their birthday?Β  Perhaps they can feel all the eyes are on them and following them πŸ˜›
Same was with Leeno (Alaina’s nick)
She looked lost….

Back to the Birthday…
I liked it very much not only because the cake was yummy πŸ˜›
but because there were SOOOOOOOOOOOO MANY Balloons!!! Anddddd Cotton Candies… And kids.. and musical chair πŸ˜€
What?? I am a child’s soul locked in whatever body remember? So I love all such stuff …… πŸ˜›

Thanks β™₯Leenoβ™₯Β  for spreading so many smiles in just one year.. For me, kids have always been a centre of joy and affection.
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May you Live a LONG life and have many more birthdays.
Love you sooooooo muchh…

*Muuuahhh”
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PRINCESS

About a happy day that left a pain in my heart..


For a starter- I am neither very rich nor live a perfect life in a picture-perfect town. I live in a small house located in a narrow street in a crowded area.
Bur I have had some really happy moments.

This post is about a day- a memorable one.
It started with a litte girl who had Henna for sale. Since Eid was aproaching (A festival of Muslims in which the girls usually apply henna on their hands and wear bangals), the little girl went from house to house, with a few Henna cones in her hand, offering everyone to buy it.

When she entered our house, she approached me and wanted me to buy the Henna. I noticed that she had beautiful green eyes and she was wearing a small white Dupatta (A long scarf or shawl). In this area of Pakistan, its not a surprise if you see little Pashtoon girls wearing a Dupatta over their heads.

I talked to her and asked her a fewΒ  questions regarding her whereabouts and found her very jovial.Β  She laughed easily at small things and was pretty sharp without any fear or shyness.

Although I didnt buy anything from her, I offered a small amount of money which she took without any hesitation. This offer seemed very unusual to her,Β  she was gladΒ  that she didnt sell anything yet recieved something.Β  After talking for a while, she hurried off and ran away with her white Dupatta waving behind her.

Her animated chat made me feel very happy andΒ my happiness didn’t end there because after a while, she returned back with her other two sisters.

Apparently, she informed them about the money and they came to see me. I couldn’t help smiling.

The other two sisters were equally cute specially the youngest who seemed interested in my spectacles and I letΒ herΒ try them onΒ πŸ˜›

When they felt at ease with me, we played and watered the plants and splashed it on one another, then they took turns on the swing and it gave me great joy listening toΒ  their laughters. The innocence in their eyes caught my attention right from the first sight. Later I took their photos…

But now when I see these photos, I feel an ache in my heart- thinking they must have dreams unfulfilled.  I wish and pray to Allah that he grants me all the opportunities so that I can help His people. These innocent souls are not meant to be wandering in the streets earning for their livelihood. They should be in a school, getting educated and playing and enjoying life like other kids of their age out there.   I direly wish to do something for them, and other such kids. 😦