Changing Woman's Blog

My blog depicts me and my changing approach to life..da ever changing philosophies to life..da serious and da nonesense dilema's of life

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Here I am topically organizing my blog...and I shall be regularly updating it!

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Mama's Best Friend

staying sane in recession

Is Terrorism a muslim monopoly?

a post on Netiquette

inspirational message

A childrens story for grown ups

Chain for Peace in the World

take my quiz Which Muhgal emperor are you?

THOUGHT AND THE ELECTROMAGNETIC SPECTRUM

you can always leaves comments on my Guest Book which happens to be a sticky!
I have tried to themize my Guest Bookso that you have something really interesting to tell...now it is my top friends..see if you are there...and tell me which are your favorite blogs and why!

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I am topically sorting my blog it may take a while so hang on....

SCIENCE AND TECHNOLOGY

Erieye RADAR
Technology and innovation
Thought and the Electromagnetic spectrum

MY POEMS
In death I embrace thee
A Train to nowhere
Like life this too would pass into nothingness
The old man and his old wife
Hotel de La Life
a lullaby for the child of Palestinetranslated from Faiz Ahmad Faiz
sportsmen
Tell me I want to know
Unending Search
I don't know why,when you are not there,it feels..
pessimism
Cry Of the Earth

My Mad Philosophies
The changing woman
The point is
Passing remarks
Distracted nights
what the sufi's say.......?
The ideology of sin
The Theory of desire,realization and submission
death
A childrens story for grown ups

When I wanted you to sympathize with me..I posted these
ask me about my toothache its really bad..sad
Cure for sleeplessness
Nostalgia..

Health and fitness
The Ritual of Sleeping
Best fitness links
life style
weight-loss
My Herbal tea
vegetarianism

What I liked and recommended!
staying sane in recession
Neale Walsch 's conversations with God
peace chain
Donny's Hug a developer
Soloist
Geo politics
spiritual activist
thron birds
Iqbal Bano

My Essays and stories
Mama's best friend
Book Reading
In memory of Columbia
Lessons from the wild
Treachery of today
The Best of East
THE KITTEN
Freedom

Culture and fashion
Garden of Mughals
Lahore
Hopituh Shi-nu-mu
crazy fashion

Other peoples work
Hijab
Quran
safety
Is Terrorism a muslim monopoly?
A childrens story for grown ups
Daniel Steel's poem
Allama Iqbal's poem
Shakespeare's sonnet
Charlie Chaplin's smile
super strange article on MJ

Fun Stuff
Which Mughal emperor are you?
Chair test
Recommend Movies
I.Q test
glass test
blogger type test
Places where I waste my time
the primary school test, I failed!
sun signs
insanity test

Stuff that fits nowhere
lets learn humanity
the challenge of this age..
Natures mistress
Be a captain Planet!






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My top five friends

5.parisila is from Iran, she holds a degree in English and is an intellectual I love talking to!

4.Quentin S Crisp I have never know Mr Quentin, however I would admit that his blog the directory of lost causes is one of the best blogs on my opera!

3.Sasha was one of my favorite bloggers, however it has been a long time she posted something! i really miss her work!

2.Mina we met at the forum, after a while of counter posting we became friends..mina is sweet, caring and funny too!

1. Saira was the first friend I made on My opera. An eccentric Bullet proof monk that I adore!









Mama's best friend

This is when I was very young, four years old to be precise. The other two siblings were much smaller. I was very sad because I thought I had no playmates. Siblings, of course were too small for me to play with. Even at such a tender age I knew I was the big baji and they were children, and children they will always be. My sister, who was blessed with the loudest vocal cord, was the most irritating baby. She would scream on top of her lungs every now and then. She had her needs, food, medicine and bathroom. My brother, who would sit on his own hand and start crying and would run without knowing when to stop to avoid a face on collision with the wall, was naive. They were children who would cry when they fell. Who would need to be picked up when they were scared!
Yes, true it is that I called my mother "MA" and that made her very happy until she found out there were several other things I referred to as MA indiscriminatingly. True it is also that I could only accept a father with hair on his head, if he had a haircut he was another man. I had always been nocturnal. Many nights Mama had to wake up with me. I had practiced religiously the wet the bed ritual and poor Mama had to clean me up all the time.
So one day, as Mama sat combing my hair and tying them into two braids with huge red ribbons at the end( a hairstyle I'll never let her experiment on me once I start going to school) and dressing me into a frock stitched by her, i said to her :"Mama why don't i have friends? Everyone has them"
She said: “You have your siblings. They are your friends!"
I said: "No they are babies! Babies are not friends!"
She said: “I am your friend too"
I said: “but you are too big to be a friend"
At that point mama got up and went out of the room.
Suddenly a girl of my height with my mother’s face appeared at the door..
She said:" Will you be my friend?"
my eyes lit up. I said "yes"
And that day onwards mama became my best friend. She was magical!
She had been my friend all throughout her life. She was my guiding star. She would talk to me for hours, listening to stories of Thumbelina for hundredth time with fresh enthusiasm that would make me feel intelligent! She had been there with me in the hardest moments of life such as the first day at school (poor she, had to become a teacher in the same school because I altogether refused to get educated without her!).
When I started going to the school, she was singing twinkle twinkle little star with me. She taught me alphabets and corrected the laterally inverted letter "E". She did the coloring in my drawing book when I was too busy to do my homework and she took off my boots when i slept with them still on. As I started growing up, she started switching off the lights, taking the glasses off a sleeping face, putting aside the books i slept on and bringing the milk I forgot to drink.

In university I was always out of money. I was also rebelling against rules all the time. I was angry most of the time. She gave me money, helped me break the rules that she could not explain and tried to calm me down. Sometimes I would rush to her with my baked potato face and watery eyes, just putting my head in her lap and letting her play with my hair would make things better.
Besides, a look at my face and she would know what’s wrong. If I were sick, and sick doesn't mean significantly sick, just slightly sick, she would make sure I don't leave my bed. The TV remote would be bestowed upon me and meals and medicine would be brought to the bed. Doctors were consulted, thermometer would be inserted in my mouth several times and she would sit by my side reciting Holy Quran. I have never been sick enough ever since her.

Five years ago, on July 17th 2006, I had an argument with Baba, I went to my room. Mama called me to her room.

I settled on the floor with my book. She was lying on the bed.
She said to me: "You fight with Baba all the time because you are so like him"
I said: "No. Baba fights. I don't. I am not like him."
She said: "So then are you like mama?"
I said: “she is too good. She never fights. I am not like her!"
She said: "then who are you like?"
I said: "MY SELF!"
She said: "You are Mama's favorite!"
I said: "No Awais is! I am no one's favorite!"
She said: “He is my favorite son!"
I said: “And what is Maryam."
She said: “She is my favorite child!”
I said: “And me?"
She said: “Mama’s best friend!"
During the whole conversation I changed my position several times. I don't remember when did I get up from \the floor and sat on mama's bed. She hugged me very tightly, A feeling that I still behold. Mama’s best friend! On July 19th 2006 Mama passed away. It is hard to believe that she is no more. I cannot imagine that. In some form she will always be there.

A tribute to Robert Frost



Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.