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Do you ever think about love? Do you know what it is? Have you ever felt the magnitude of it's strength? </div>
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How we define love could vary from person to person. I believe its because of the different experiences that we all have had in our lives. Nevertheless, it is highly unlikely that we live a life where love is absent or scarce. </div>
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Well, love is all around us. If you open our hearts and look for it, you'll never miss it. You see, if someone loves you, they don't have to articulate it. Yes! If they remember you all the time, throughout the day....what else could it be? If they text you for no reason or calls you just to ask you about your day...BINGO! You are lucky...because someone loves you....and someone cares about you. </div>
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The little things people do for you like opening the door for you or waiting for you to catch up before crossing the road...or simply asking you to handover the water bottle with which you were struggling to uncap...that's simply...love. </div>
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If you are the first person to be thought of at the start of the day and if you get a goodnight text...you are constantly of someones thoughts...mind and heart. </div>
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When someone loves you, they drop whatever they are doing and rush to be by your side when you need them. They don;t ask questions...they don't complain...you are important...they just come and be with you. </div>
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One could say that...simple acts of kindness doesn't necessarily fall under the category of love...but I think love doesn't necessarily have to be the kind of love men and women elope and explore. There are different kinds of love and love is what makes our life beautiful and meaningful. Without it, our world would be dark and scary. Nothing would be consistent, nothing would matter or be important. Life would be dull. Love makes everything beautiful and heart warming. </div>
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If you are loved, be thankful...be grateful and love whomever loves you with all the might you have because it is the most rare and precious gift one could have in this short life we live in this little world. Without it, you'll lose yourself and life would be a bitter medicine that you have to force yourself to drink everyday. With love, nothing is impossible because love conquers all. Love will lift you up and protect you and heal you...no matter what life throws at you. </div>
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like I've said before, even if someone doesn't say 'I love you', you'll still know and feel it if you are being loved. And if you want more of it, do your bit as well. Spread love wherever you go...in return, you'll be loved and you'll see strings of hearts following you. And if you look up at the big blue sky, you might see a white fluffy heart that is so smitten with you that it keeps on following you wherever you go. </div>
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Aishazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060497812645258966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577166600611057647.post-2685204530846307132015-04-15T20:49:00.001+05:002015-04-15T23:08:46.910+05:00Happy Birthday My Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I wish you a very happy birthday my darling husband. Can you believe it, this is the eleventh year that we celebrate your birthday together. I'm sad that I'm not there with you today and I'm that you'll love the gift I sent for you. After all, we've been together for more than a decade. So I know exactly what you want and what you'd love! </div>
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From miles away, I send you love and kisses on this special day to you. May this be the only birthday we celebrate away from each other. Any way, we will celebrate your birthday properly once I come home in September and I promise that I'll make it up to you. </div>
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And as usual, our precious daughter made a very special card for you.</div>
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I bet this card would go into our treasure chest eh? Well, we might need a bigger box in the future. You see, though we do not realize it, we've been together for ages. We share so much of sweet cherished memories together and the pile is getting bigger with each passing day. </div>
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Once again, happy birthday my LOVE. I love you more and more with each passing day. May Allah bless you and give you good health, wealth and prosperity. May we always be together and content. Ameen. </div>
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Aishazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060497812645258966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577166600611057647.post-61233708620603784792015-03-05T19:05:00.000+05:002015-03-12T18:25:37.164+05:00Pine Cones <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My daughter use to collect them whenever we went for a walk. She called them pine cones and so I'm sticking to it. I never bothered to check what they were actually called. So even if I'm wrong, it's okay.<br />
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You can find them all over the ground near STO building and many other parts of the city. She liked them so much and wanted to bring them home. And once home, she would throw them, keep them in her bedroom and literally...the pine cones would be littered all over our apartment.<br />
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The funniest part is, it was me who always stepped on them. And boy did it hurt! Oh yes it did! It was pure agony and torture. I sometimes threw them too....I'm sorry Mal and Mummu. Yes, even my son started bringing them home. Probably because his big sister was so fond of them. And my son loved to throw things. So go ahead and guess what he would do with the pine cones. Oh yes, he would place then in the living room and on the exact spot mommy walks,<br />
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Any way, I never thought back then that these little pine cones that we find on the ground could be something so meaningful to me. Now, everyday as I walk up and down the lane that leads to our faculty, I'm reminded of my children running around picking them up. I'm reminded of how much my daughter loved to keep them in a jar. I am reminded of how much my son loves to throw them around. And the memories of stepping on them zillions of times in the past brings warm happy feelings to my heart. It's so huge that it bursts through my hurt and flows from eyes in the form of happy tears.<br />
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So what do I do? Hahaa! Yes, I collect them and sit on the bench before coming back to the hostel. I hold them in my palms and feel the pointy sharp edges. I go back in time for a second or two and I can see my sweet Mal and Mummu running in front of me and picking the little pine cones and asking me to put them in my pocket.<br />
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I don't walk over them or step on them and crush them anymore. They are very special to me now because they remind me of my children and brings back sweet memories of my home that I miss so dearly.<br />
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Now mommy has her own collection of little pine cones in her room too! Yay!<br />
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<br />Aishazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060497812645258966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577166600611057647.post-90758172930958018242015-01-18T14:57:00.001+05:002015-01-18T15:04:43.805+05:00Special Gifts<div style="text-align: justify;">
Have you ever wondered about the perfect gift that you could give to someone? Have you had to go bonkers because you really want to make someone feel special and happy and couldn't think of anything to buy? Simple things people do can sometimes make someone so happy. Yes, you'll probably won't find them in shops because money can never buy happiness. </div>
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Well, let me tell you about some people who've made me very happy so far on my birthday today. Of course, I have a feeling I would be posting tonight or perhaps tomorrow morning, telling you all more about how some of my wonderful friends have made me happy. </div>
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To begin with, the fact that my husband baked a cake for the first time in his life is so precious. In addition to that, my daughter staying up way past her bed time to just wish me made my heart over flow with happiness. Yes, they cut the cake and I watched them. My sisters and brother wishing me from wherever they are shows that though we are far apart, we are always in each others thoughts and we never stop caring. </div>
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Secondly, my flatmates, Reem and Aikol wished me at twelve and we had a little late night tea party with freshly homemade bread by Aikol. There is nothing more precious than friends who look out for you and who's companionship is so entertaining that you don't realize that you've almost spent 2 hours just gossiping. Now this is the kind of friendship you want to treasure for the rest of your life. </div>
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And Reem hasn't used her own photo for profile picture since 2009. For my birthday, she has uploaded a photo of us together. Yes, I'm blessed to be surrounded by such loving, kind souls. </div>
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Jefferey and Muhammad also used a photo they've taken with me on their whatsapp display picture. You see, they didn't spend a single cent but made me feel very special and happy. Now if you have such friends in your life, treasure them. Because they are the rarest of all and you cannot buy such good friends even if you had all the money in the world in your pockets. </div>
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Thank you so much for everything my dear friends and family. I will treasure you all forever. Love you all with all my heart. And of course, I will be writing more soon.<br />
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Aishazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060497812645258966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577166600611057647.post-54520905033834908542015-01-18T00:25:00.000+05:002015-01-18T11:59:51.923+05:00Happy birthday to us<div style="text-align: justify;">
Yay, it's my birthday and I'm turning twenty 21. You might be wondering how many 21st birthdays I've had. Well the answer is quite straight forward...yes, it is 11. Now you do your math and guess my age!</div>
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Thank you my darling husband for the cake you have baked for me. I know it's super delicious. Many miles away, back at home, my daughter, husband and son cut my birthday cake and of course they enjoyed it. I watched while they ate via a viber video call. I miss you all so much. </div>
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And also, this birthday is very special because I get to celebrate this birthday with the sweetest girl in UBD who also happens to be one of my closest friends here in Brunei. Cherry is from Myanmar and if you meet her, you will never forget because she is that sweet and nice. </div>
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Happy birthday my dearest friend. May you always be happy and content. May all your dreams come true and may you always be successful in whatever you do. </div>
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Once again, happy birthday to both of us. </div>
Aishazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060497812645258966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577166600611057647.post-19843232244601719562014-12-01T20:44:00.002+05:002015-03-08T08:03:28.483+05:00Nine Years of Togetherness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today we celebrate our 9th wedding anniversary. Though we are miles apart, our hearts are forever entwined with love. Any way, I will be home soon and we will celebrate together.<br />
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Honestly! I can't believe that it's been that long! I mean, I feel as if we've been married for two to three years. But our daughter is seven and our son is just two and half! It doesn't make sense!<br />
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That reminds me of an interesting conversation I had with my seven year old the other night...(viber video call)<br />
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Maleesha: "How did you and daddy meet?"<br />
Me: "Well...we were..."<br />
Maleesha: "Did he think that you were the most beautiful girl in the world when he saw you?"<br />
Me: "mmmmmmm"<br />
My husband: (sitting afar shouted) "Of course!"<br />
Maleesha: "So you were like the princess and daddy was the prince...right?"<br />
Me: "Yes....and.."<br />
Maleesha: "And now you are the queen and daddy is the king...isn't it?"<br />
Me: "Yes...and ...."<br />
Maleesha: "And you lived happily ever after!"<br />
Me: "Yes!"<br />
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She had this beautiful story imprinted in her heart and I just couldn't and didn't want to spoil it. When she grows up, yes...I'll tell her our story and it's quite a romantic story too!<br />
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We may not wear a crown and a fancy gown, but our home is our little castle where I am the queen and my husband is the king. You see, you don't need millions of dollars to feel like a queen. It's all in your heart and if you are lucky...your man would make sure that you feel like a queen by treating you like one. Alhamdhulilah, I am blessed.<br />
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I think the main reason why we don't feel as if we've almost spent a decade together is (well, if we count the year and two months we dated...yes!) because no matter what life has served on our table, we've some how managed to remain happy. We didn't have that much of a fancy wedding party! We didn't have expensive furniture and a brand new room and those people who thought I was jealous because they had nicer things! Well, they were wrong. You see, it was never about money or material things the world offered that made me love him. It was his character and caring nature that attracted me to him. I married him because I loved him. And I'm glad that I did because he has been the best husband a man could ever be to any woman.<br />
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Happy 9th anniversary to my darling husband. I love you so much and I'm eagerly looking forward to spend the rest of my life with you.Aishazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060497812645258966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577166600611057647.post-17733452089858469532014-09-27T22:52:00.000+05:002014-09-29T13:54:50.552+05:00Meet Adventurous Suad <div style="text-align: justify;">
Its semester break and I've been working on assignments and revising what have been taught so far. Yeah, I know...it can be a little boring especially when you don't have any means of transportation here in Brunei.<br />
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But, Arefa came to our rescue. She organized a trip for us to visit the museum and the Water Front. Yay, we were super excited. </div>
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First we went to the museum. We were not allowed to take photographs and we had to leave our bags and other belongings when we went to explore the museum. We were really excited when we reached the first floor! Guess what! They had displayed some of the gifts that were given to the King of Brunei from world leaders around the globe on this floor. Oh yes, and since our group consisted of international students, we were all so happy to see gifts sent from our countries. </div>
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There were three gifts given to the King of Brunei by our former president Maumoon Abdul Gayyoom. One was a model of a traditional fishing boat. The second one was something similar and the third one was a huge traditional vase (laqour work). </div>
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We drove our boat through the water some more and entered the second creek. As we neared this creek, our guides told us about mud skippers and flying foxes! Mud skippers were fish that could swim in the water and also walk on land! Ahaa, I saw them and they are amazing little creatures. I saw lots of flying foxes from afar. According to Bud, they grew up to 5-6 feets! </div>
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And then it was just too quite! I smelt danger in the air! I turned around and to my horror, there was a python slowly crawling into our boat. I knew it was up to me to save my friends. The python looked hungry and was preparing to strike! I felt like Angelina Jolie in Tomb Raider! Yeah, imagine a scene from Indiana Jones movie! Yeah, that's exactly what was happening! Without any hesitation, I jumped forward and grabbed the python with my bare hands and fell on the boat. After much struggle I was able to hold it's head in my palms and I squeezed it so hard that it died after fighting with all it's might to overpower me! When I looked up, I saw my friends looking at me with admiration and gratitude. I stood up and lifted the python up and screamed like Tarzon! My friends were all teary eyed and they all wanted to hug me. Then, they quickly took out their mobile phones and I looked at the cameras and smiled victoriously! </div>
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As we entered the second creek, Rinchen spotted a dead python on the banks and Shavez went in and picked it up! Yeah, we all took turns taking photographs with the dead python! But hey, its not like you'll find a dead snake on the side of the road and you'll be able to pick it up, hold it and pose for the camera. I was indeed very lucky to get the opportunity to take this photo. </div>
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So we drove back in our boats. The sun was setting and it was magical. I mean the colours, the breeze and everything. I really did feel like I was in an adventure movie or something! </div>
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A big thank you goes to Arefa, for planning this awesome trip for us. You rock girl!<br />
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I came to Brunei on 4th August 2014 and its great here. Okay, they are times that I feel so homesick and lonely that I want to just leave all my belongings and catch the next plan and run home. When I got the scholarship I was a bit doubtful about accepting the offer. But hey, we don't get wonderful opportunities all the time. Leaving my kids behind was the hardest part, but then I know that they are in good hands and they are happy. </div>
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Well, its been a month here and I have made wonderful friends. The best thing about all my new friends is that they come from different parts of the world. We tell each other about where we come from and have so much fun together. </div>
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First, let me tell you about the most exciting experiences that I have had in Brunei. I would say that I am very lucky because I shook hands with the Crown Prince and took a selfie with the Sultan! YES! A selfie! </div>
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On 16th August, Crown Prince of Brunei came to UBD. All the international students also got the opportunity to take a photo with him and shake hands too. </div>
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These are some of the photos that I took before I shook hands with the Crown Prince. I was so happy that I got the opportunity shake hands with him. Of course I bragged about my encounter with the Crown Prince for weeks! </div>
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And this is the photo that we took with Crown Prince. These are the international students who were present at the ceremony. </div>
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6th September was UBD's graduation day. My friend Aai graduated and she invited her friend Mysara and I to the ceremony. Once the ceremony was over, on our way out, we lost each other. I wandered around and decided to go out and stand outside hoping that they would also gather there. </div>
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When I came out there were so many people outside. People were lined up on both sides of the red carpet. I didn't realize what was going on. I tried to get close but there was no way I was getting in. </div>
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<br />Aishazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060497812645258966noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577166600611057647.post-6664411411353346772014-09-02T11:24:00.002+05:002014-09-02T15:45:47.202+05:00Farewell by Hot Mums We meet people all the time and then friendship develops between each other. Some become life long friends and others are just people we barely know. Among these people from different walks of life that we meet, good friends are the rarest and if you find such souls, you are indeed very lucky.<br />
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Yes, I'm so glad that I am blessed with such friends. I've already introduced you to "Hot Mums". Our children studied in preschool together. We did class decorations and other school and parent related work together and started hanging out. Oh and we meet up to celebrate each others birthday as well. </div>
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Well, if I were you, I wouldn't mention JAZZ CAFE in her presence! She will go bonkers! You know, to celebrate Niam's birthday we went to Jazz Cafe and the food was just horrible. </div>
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When the food was brought to our table, no one could eat except me. I ordered spaghetti and when I told everyone to order spaghetti or lasagna, no one listened to me. So after that night, Jazz Cafe has been blacklisted in our list and for Saushan's sake even we won't go there.<br />
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Goodbyes, shaking hands, hugs and well wishes are the sweetest gifts one could give when you know you are not going to see each other for a long time. I nearly cried and was so happy at the same time.<br />
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Aishazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060497812645258966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577166600611057647.post-48536434477394545922014-07-24T02:24:00.001+05:002014-08-16T18:54:28.052+05:00Goodbye MNUSaying goodbye is never easy.<br />
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Maldives National University is one of my most beloved institutes in this country. I did diploma of primary teaching and BA TEFL here. This is the place where many great lecturers taught me how to manage a class and what language teaching was all about. Teaching is what I love doing and I can't even imagine myself in another profession. Since MNU has provided the necessary stepping stones for me to realize my dream of becoming a teacher, this institute is very special for me. </div>
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When I did my diploma in teaching, we had so many amazing lecturers and I wanted to teach at MNU and I worked hard and joined MNU on 17th January 2012. I was so happy and I thought that I would teach here for the rest of my life. You see, I've worked in different schools and institutes because when I get a better opportunity I just move on. But when I joined MNU, all that changed.<br />
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Yes, I always leave when I get better opportunities to prosper in my career or pursue higher education. I never felt that sad before because I was eagerly looking forward to start studying or more challenging work. Yes, I will be studying and going to a new country and all that but I've never felt this sad before. </div>
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You might wonder what I would miss most, right? Well, I would miss my students most. I will miss my work station and the library too. I would miss the fountains and Hawwatha a lot. </div>
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I hope that when I come back I will get the opportunity to join MNU again. Perhaps I should get pregnant!! You see, during my first pregnancy I was a student at MNU. I got the permanent associate lecturer's job during my second pregnancy! So I've spent a lot of time waddling around with my huge baby bump here!<br />
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Well I wish all the students good luck and hope that you all will study hard and become successful citizens in the future. I hope that I will see you all soon working as caring nurses, architects or wonderful teachers. Of course I would brag about you all and tell everyone that I taught you on this and that year. Yes, I would be very proud of you all,<br />
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Right now I am on my annual leave and my no pay leave starts from August 1st. Sigh. I will miss MNU so very much. </div>
<br />Aishazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060497812645258966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577166600611057647.post-16756277084478871612014-07-21T00:30:00.005+05:002014-07-21T01:38:28.147+05:00Second Birthday!I can't believe it but yes! My son turned 2 on July 16th. How time flies!<br />
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Of course we celebrated his birthday at home. Dhonthi was so excited! I made a special cake too. And don't forget the wonderful presents given by Thuthi, Dhonthi and Dhonbe! We love you so much Mummu. </div>
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Yes, he sang happy birthday for himself and was so pleased because finally it was his birthday that we celebrated. </div>
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Two years ago on July 16th we went for a little shopping spree in the afternoon. Yeah, I was 8 months pregnant and my due date was close. I had some stuff to buy and we walked from my house in maafannu to Dine More Central restaurant in Majeedheemagu! </div>
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I was in the labour room for about an hour and delivered! Phew! After an hour I got to hold my little baby in my arms. The nurse had cleaned up my little boy and dressed him up nicely. He had such huge pretty eyes and looked straight into my eyes. Words cannot describe how happy my husband I were. Together we held his tiny little hand and his grip was so strong. We were the happiest couple in the world. </div>
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We love you so much sweet Mummu. </div>
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To be honest, I can't believe that you've turned seven today. I still feel as if I came with a little bundle (Maly of course) just yesterday. Childhood is indeed short and I pray that we enjoy these precious years and cherish zillions of sweet memories in our heart to remember for a life time.<br />
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May you love learning and be a caring friend. May you grow up to be an obedient well mannered daughter of whom both you dad and I would always be proud of. And may you grow up to be a successful, responsible citizen who would be looked up to by all around you. May Allah bless you and take good care of you. </div>
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Aishazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060497812645258966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577166600611057647.post-11914509739420788152014-05-22T08:37:00.000+05:002014-06-21T00:01:32.480+05:00Daddy's BirthdayOn April 15th we celebrated my husband's birthday. Maly was as usual super excited! Saushan baked and decorated a cake for me. Isn't it nice?<br />
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Maly made a special card which left daddy all teary eyed. Yes, we are indeed blessed to have children who love us so much.<br />
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And we had a little party at home and had a super duper time. Aishazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060497812645258966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577166600611057647.post-16012899977375072532014-04-18T22:38:00.001+05:002014-04-18T22:52:08.829+05:00Happy Birthday Thuthi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Meet my younger sister Aminath Shifa and today is her birthday!<br />
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Happy birthday dear! May you always be happy. Maly made a card in the afternoon! She wants it to be perfect and is still working on it! So, I'll upload the card later. Yes, she couldn't finish it, so that's why she did give it to you today. </div>
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Mom made kulhimas especially for you because it's your birthday. Yes, we all love you a lot and especially the rascals!<br />
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While you are in your fabulous twenties, it's amazing how Beebi is still stuck in his sweet sixteen! Isn't it??<br />
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Once again, wish you a very happy birthday and wish you good health, wealth and prosperity in your life. May you always smile and spread your infectious laughter wherever you go, brightening everyone's day and simply spreading the magical aura of happiness that you carry with you. </div>
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It's amazing how time flies...isn't it? I remember the day mom brought you home from the hospital. You were just a tiny little bundle all red and whined all the time. I used to bawl like crazy if someone even touched you! I was such a proud big sister! And you know what! You were my first student! Remember how I used to teach you at home. I made a register and star chart like the ones my teachers had displayed in class and taught you so many things. I even remember singing song to teach you the directions! You probably wouldn't remember it because you were in preschool back than. </div>
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Anyway, lets not go there shall we because I feel like a million year old mummy all of a sudden! I mean like the mummified mummies from the ancient times!<br />
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And this is from Mummu, "Iththi dhaa dhey thoooooo you!"<br />
(Translation: Happy birthday to you)Aishazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060497812645258966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577166600611057647.post-79322215747842167272014-04-15T12:38:00.000+05:002014-04-17T08:05:26.704+05:00#2 - #7 Because I've been very busy! <div style="text-align: justify;">
Firstly, sorry that I've been away for a while! I've been busy at home and at work and couldn't spare time for my blog but I am going to finish the blog challenge today with one long post! So get ready! </div>
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<b>#2 FIRST HOME-MADE MEAL </b></div>
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We got married and rented a room from Hulhumale' and lived there for a month and then we moved back to Male'. Our first home-made meal was breakfast together after we moved. The roshi (thin round bread) and mashuni was really good and I was so worried that it would turn into a disaster because, honestly..I really didn't know how to cook. Of course I knew how to cook noodles and boil an egg! Apparently it was not enough! Well, that's what I thought until that very morning. </div>
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I think my husband knew that it was my first time preparing dough to make roshi and you won't believe what he did. He woke up early and was standing next to me in the kitchen. Once I strained the flour, he took the bowl from me and poured oil, salt, hot water and kneaded it! Really!! He rolled out the first few roshis and then I took over and he was there helping me to chop onions and helping me out when I made mashuni even. Eventually, I realized that cooking was no big deal, you just toss everything in it was not such a complicated thing after all. </div>
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We had breakfast together and we've had breakfast with each other and even with our kids several times in the past few years, but I don't think that both my husband and I would ever forget the first time we prepared breakfast together! </div>
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<b>#3 FAVOURITE PRESENT </b></div>
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I received so many presents from him that it's hard to keep track of everything. Many nights he would pick me up from work and then just I reach him, he would present me a rose! He's is the sweetest of all! Back then I used to work in Ghiyasuddin School and since I worked in the afternoon session, I finished work at about 8 at night most nights. We used to have dinner together and then go for a ride. So before marriage I got many presents from him and I treasured them all. </div>
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Let me tell you about a present that I recieved from my better half that I would never ever trade and would hold on till my last breath. It was in the year 2007 just a few months after my daughter was born. We rented a room because we couldn't afford a proper apartment back then because I was on study leave and I only got Rf 2999 monthly. My husband earned around nine thousand and we had to pay a huge amount for the plot of land that we bought monthly, plus for the room and my husband was studying. Oh and don't forget our little baby. So money was limited and we just barely managed. </div>
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Yeah, we couldn't give each other than many presents like we use to but those notes I find in the toilet mirror and text messages I received were enough to make me happy. Besides, we bought the best of everything we could afford for our daughter so that was the most important thing for us so we were both happy with what we had. My parents helped us so much that we would never be able to repay them. </div>
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We went to the artificial beach and took several photos and headed home. We just wanted to walk because it was such a beautiful afternoon. On our way, we saw this shop were jewellery and other accessories were sold. We went in and looked head bands and little bangles for a our daughter. My husbands knows that I love bracelets, especially the ones with sparkling rhinestones. There was this lovely silver bracelet with a single flower in the middle. The flower was made of rhinestones and it was just lovely but I knew we couldn't afford it. However, I think he saw me touching it and even after putting it back, I kept on looking at it. </div>
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We took some items for our daughter and I went to the counter to pay for them. And then my husband asked to wait and went back. Yes, he came back with the bracelet that I liked so much. Of course, I told him that I really didn't need it but he just looked into my eyes and said that he wanted me to have it. My heart over flowed with love and happiness and I couldn't say a word because if I did, I couldn't have controlled the happy tears that I was trying to hide from the shop assistant. </div>
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Its not even real silver but it's the most expensive piece of jewellery that I have because it was given to me at a time that we couldn't really afford it. I love so so very much darling. </div>
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<b>#4 THE ONE </b></div>
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As I've mentioned before, I was teaching in Ghiyasuddin School when I met my husband. He used to come and help me to display my students work after the session too. He would pick me up after work and drop off at home every night. </div>
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One night, all teachers and other staff waited to decorate the school for the school anniversary. We were all busy and the decoration was almost done by midnight. I told my husband (back then my boyfriend) to sleep and that I would go home with my friends. It started raining heavily and there was no way I could go home. </div>
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Just then, my husband called me and I was thrilled that he was checking on me. I was in for a real surprise when I answered the phone. He was waiting outside the school with an umbrella. Yes, he came to take me home because he was worried that I might not be able to get a taxi and go home since it was so late. </div>
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I ran out to meet him and he crossed the road to meet me. I was a bit drenched but grinning from ear to ear because that was the exact moment when I knew that he was THE ONE. You see, he came to pick me up in the middle of the night because he cared about me and I knew that he would always look after me and never abandon me. </div>
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<b>#5 OUR SONG </b></div>
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When we dated, we used to chat a lot on MSN. We also met from a website called friends forever...I think! He used to listen to "When I dream at night" quite often. We listened to this song together too. When Dhiraagu introduced dedicating song service, my husband used this service and dedicated this song for me. </div>
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What you have to do to dedicate a song using Dhiraagu and dial a number, if you want record your message and choose a song from the available list and enter the precipitants number! Even though I've listened to Mark Anthony's When I dream at a night a million times, when I answer the call and get the message that Ahmed Shaz has dedicated this song for me, it's like I'm listening to this song for the first time! </div>
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<b>#6 MEETING MY FAMILY</b> </div>
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Nope, I never worried about my family not liking him because I knew that they would love him. Yes they did and even my parents approved. You see, he is very clean and near all the time. He always looks as if he just walked out of the shower and got dressed! He is tall and so darn handsome plus, he is soft spoken and awfully nice to everyone. So how could anyone ever hate him! </div>
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<b>#7 A DATE WITH AHMED SHAZ </b></div>
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Yes, we still go out on dates even though this is the ninth year that we've been married and tenth year together! And the best part is, nothing much has changed about our dates! We usually go to Dine More because we love submarine sandwiches. Some times, we go for a long ride and buy some peanuts and a coke bottle and sit near Dharubaaruge, jetty or the beach and share our bottle of coke and eat peanuts. He may be soft spoken but I love his sense of humour and every minute with him would be fun. Yes, together we have so much fun and I'm never bored when I'm with him. I eagerly look forward to go out with him because we get to go out by ourselves once in a blue moon nowadays! YES!!! KIDS!!! But the time we spend with our children is priceless and we are so happy to spend time with them. Any way, when they grow up, we can start going out again and I'm sure it's just going to be great! What we eat or where we go really doesn't matter as long as we are together, that's all that matters. </div>
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Yes, today is his special day! Oh yes! I will tell you all about his birthday celebrations soon! </div>
Aishazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060497812645258966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577166600611057647.post-68052223598565791452014-03-26T13:00:00.002+05:002020-01-03T17:36:44.748+05:00#1 First Picture<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Aw! Look at us! So young! Sigh!<br />
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Okay! Snap out of it! We are not that old!<br />
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And the important thing is, it feels like we've just gotten married last year and we are about to celebrate our first anniversary!<br />
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Reality throws us back a hundred feet when we see our daughter jumping on the sofa and our son chasing his own shadow and bumping his head on dangerous corners!<br />
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But we are so glad that we've made it so far. We've been together since 2004 and this is our the tenth year together. We got hitched on 2005.<br />
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This photo was taken in 2005. For my husband's birthday I wanted to gift him a photo of us in a fancy frame and of course a very romantic poem was written by me as well. I didn't want to tell him why I wanted to take this picture and I told him that I just wanted a picture of us together. Oh yeah, I gave myself away when I smiled when he looked at me. He chose to hide the fact that he knew I was up to something and played dumb! I love you so much. </div>
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Now when I look back, I remember missing him so much when I was at work, texting him every morning and<span style="background-color: white;"> </span>every night! Those were the good old days! We were so smitten that we got married after one year of dating. I still do miss him when we are at work and now we don't have to send text messages at night! Instead we spend some time before we sleep catching up on each other's day and simply talking before we sleep. Yeah, we are happy just like we were in those days...it's actually happier now that we've been together for so long and created a family together. </div>
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So I believe you'd want to know what happened to the birthday gift...right! Well, I've put it in box and hidden it because I don't want it to break! When my youngest turns 15 perhaps, all the photo frames would be dug out from it's hiding places and displayed like they used to be! </div>
Aishazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060497812645258966noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577166600611057647.post-40741539121234637732014-03-23T13:17:00.001+05:002014-03-23T13:18:06.944+05:00Before We Wed - 7 Day Blogging Challenge<img alt="http://vanillahousewife.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/before-we-wed.jpg" class="decoded" src="http://vanillahousewife.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/before-we-wed.jpg" height="306" width="400" /><br />
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So I'm going to try this and I invite all my bloggy friends to try this as well.There is no better way to dig up the treasure chest of sweet memories! Well it's there and I can tell you it's over loaded and six men had to sit on it to properly close it. From the day I knew that my darling shared the same earth as I do to today has been a great journey and this treasure chest is brimming with so many years of cherished memories. With hectic schedules and kids, we don't go there as often as we should! I may not blog everyday but I'll try the seven tasks for sure! So visit my blog for updates and I'm starting on task number one people! </div>
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Missus V came across this from: http://chasingadaredevilandtwins.com/2014/03/04/before-we-wed-7-day-blogging-challenge/comment-page-1/#comment-999</div>
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Thank you Kayla for the great idea! </div>
<br />Aishazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060497812645258966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577166600611057647.post-30211266199976970252014-03-22T16:29:00.000+05:002014-03-23T12:30:34.209+05:00Chiffon Cake <div style="text-align: justify;">
Have you ever tasted chiffon cake? I have and it is really delicious. If you have not, you should seriously try Saushan's chiffon...they are just out of this world. It's very soft and once you take a bit, you'd feel like the heavenly piece is melting in your mouth. Of course, you'd want more and more! </div>
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For my son's first birthday, I asked Saushan to bake a chiffon cake and decorate it with icing. I even sent her a sample picture and she said the cake would be ready. However, it didn't turn out so nicely after all. What actually happened was that Saushan made Pocoyo like shown in the picture but it was a bit bigger and it was too heavy for the chiffon cake. As a result, Pocoyo sank into the cake and there were cracks all around it. Yup, by the time we reached the studio to take birthday photos, it was about to collapse! But still we decided to fix it a little bit and take pictures. </div>
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So we took pictures of the cake first. As the photographer was about to click his camera, Pocoyo' arm fell off. So he bent down and tried to insert the arm into its place. Meanwhile, my husband and I were combing Mummu's hair and getting ready for the photo shoot etc...you know...the usual last minute checks! </div>
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The photographer took several pictures of the cake from different angles and said, "Okay, I think we've got a few shots of the cake. Are you all ready!"</div>
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I looked up, saw his face and had to use every ounce of self control that I had! Even though I did not want to laugh out loud, my lips were not obeying me at all. The corners kept on stretching, forcing me to smile when I didn't want to and laughter kept on bubbling up inside me. I was about to explode so I turned around and then I saw him in the mirror. I took a few deep breaths and looked at my son but still what I saw was demanding me to laugh because it was really funny! </div>
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The photographer had icing smeared across his lips! Seriously! He did bend down to attach Pocoyo's arm and then he must have gotten icing on his fingers and may be, licked his thumb! I really don't know whether he tasted the icing or what really happened! </div>
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Soon everyone noticed that he had icing on his lips and we were trying our best to not laugh! I can tell you that it was tough! You see, this involuntary smile kept on rippling over our face and we tried to hide it and whenever he spoke or when we saw his face, we just couldn't help ourselves. But I swear, non of us laughed! Well, not in front of him any way! </div>
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Finally, I think he saw himself in the mirror and he muttered something and wiped his mouth with a tissue. </div>
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By the time we went home, the cake had collapsed but it was so yummy. Since the cake was a mess, Saushan baked a second cake for my son for free and it was gorgeous and super delicious. But I have to admit, I prefer Saushan's chiffon cake over butter cake. </div>
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If you want a very delicious and beautiful cake for your child's birthday party, you should contact Saushan. She's one of the best cake makers in Male' and Pocoyo cake didn't turn our so well because it was a chiffon cake and since it was really soft, the big guy sank in. Saushan later told me that she realized that the cake couldn't s support a heavy ball of cake (Pocoyo) much later. She should never have listened to me! </div>
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Here are some of the cakes she has made, aren't they nice?<br />
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This is Saushan's page on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cakesmaldives?fref=ts </div>
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Check out her website: http://www.hedhika.com/<br />
And here's her contact number: 3326133 or 7934485<br />
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When my daughter tells me that she loves me, I tell her I love her this much and stretch my arms out! And then she would jump and excitedly inform me that she loves from here to there (pointing from one side of the room the other side). I think this is something that we all do. We tell our children that we love them to the moon and back because we really do.<br />
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I was helping Maly with her homework one night when she asked me what the last number was. I explained to her that there isn't a last number and that numbers are infinite. She was very curious and asked many questions. <br />
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That night, after having dinner and brushing her teeth, she lay in bed and called out to me.<br />
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After a pause and with a smile on her face she said, "I love you mummy".<br />
"I love you too sweet heart", I said.<br />
"How much?" she asked.<br />
"Hmm, my love could fill this house from top to bottom", I said proudly thinking that she wouldn't be able to outsmart this time either!<br />
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"I love you till the last number!" She said and looked really satisfied because she knew that I couldn't top that.<br />
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My little genius! I love you to bits.<br />
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I gave her a hug and told her that I too loved her till the number. Yes, our love for each other is infinite. Our hearts would remain forever entwined because no one could take our place no matter how old we grow. I would always be her mom and she would always be my daughter.<br />
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Motherhood is a tough journey but it's these special moments that we get to cherish in our hearts that makes all the tiredness and hard-work worthwhile at the end of the day and I'm loving every minute of it. </div>
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Right now, you don't like to brush your teeth <br />
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Do you know what I would remember most about your childhood? I would remember our special bed time routine. Every night, right after you we are done with dinner, I brush your teeth and you make a big fuss. Next I powder you little booty, armpits and face. You are just adorable that I could dress you up forever and ever. </div>
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Next, we switch off the lights and you cuddle up in arms and look straight into my eyes. By now you would so sleepy that your eyes would droop but still your arms reach out and touch my face. And that's when I have to kiss you fingers one by one and the biggest reward I get is the beautiful smile that spreads across your face illuminating pure happiness. I love the way your cheeks dimple. Next I kiss your toes one at a time and your face, cheeks, eyes and forehead. All I have to do next is gently rock you in my arms and you would fall asleep. I sure will miss this the most when you grow up and I love you and will keep on loving you till the end of time. </div>
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I'm really happy and proud that you are growing up. I always pray that you and your sister would become responsible citizens of whom everyone would be proud of. I just hope that you would be happy with whatever you choose to do and I'm sure that you will also love me till the end of time.<br />
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I'm sure you'll read this letter one fine day and wonder why I wrote this. Well, I'm sitting at work and I have about 10 minutes left before I head home and I don't know...I just want to post this letter here so that you'd know when you grow up that even when I'm here at work, you are always in my thoughts and most importantly, in my heart! I wish I could be with you all the time until you are ready to fly on your own. <br />
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What does your children do in their leisure time? Mine love playing games on their I-pads and watch cartoons. I try to limit their time with the I-pad and TV, but with my busy schedule and everything, it's not that easy. Besides, what else could they do. When I was small, I used to play in the garden all the time. Nowadays we live in small apartments and we barely have enough space to keep our belongings. A garden would be just one potted plant hanging on the out door unit of the AC. Well, most of the time! </div>
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Yes, like the rest of the kids...my daughter is inseparable from her I-pad but, she likes to draw and spends a considerable amount of time drawing this and that. Let me show you some of her work... </div>
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She drew this last year when she started reading. She was able to read three letter words.. I don't remember the exact date but I was very impressed because she would always draw a picture illustrating what she learns. I think she's a visual learner.So when I have to prepare for a unit test, I make sure that she draws a mind map of the entire topic she's learning. When I prepared her for her fisrt social scinece test, she drew the uses of water, water sports, characteristics of water and etc and I found out that it was really easy for her to remember everything.<br />
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She drew this last year. Back then Ainy used to live in an apartment near our place. I just love this because she has included minute details and it is so colourful. Of course, we don;t live in a green field and there isn't a creek, river or a pond in between our houses! Maly is just very creative! Oh and the bug you see near the pond is Maly's friend, "LADYBIRD"...she says! <br />
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This was also draw last year. According to Maly, the drawing shows Maly and her little brother. She started writing on her drawing soon after she started reading. I didn't bother about the mistakes back then because she was learning and as she started writing paragraphs and reading more books, she eventually corrected these simple mistakes. </div>
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And this is one of my favorite! She says that this is a "Rainbow Dinosaur!" Isn't she creative!<br />
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According to her its me and her of course. The thought bubble shows me and Maly is in my tummy. Oh and don't mistake that '<b>I</b>' for a '<b>W</b>'...she have used a fancy font, that's all! </div>
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Now this drawing shows bugs, animals, fish and humans living in his beautiful world together. That blue figure with the bow tie on it's head, yeah...that one! It's a blue human! And she is so right, sin;t ti? I mean, we should live in this beautiful world in harmony. Why fight? Why kill animals! Why can't we just live happily understanding each others differences?<br />
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When I see my daughter drawing and coloring, I see Leonardo da Vinci at work! Hahaa! I bet it's the same for every mother. Perhaps Maly would grow up and be a great artist. I make sure that she has different coloured A4 papers, pencil colours, crayons and markers are within her reach at home. So that even if I'm not around, she could draw instead of wasting her time.<br />
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Yes, she has drawn on my brand new bed sheet, and you should see the black hole on my wall and don't forget the butterfly and space station on the adjacent wall! I really don't mind them. You see, she'll be all grown up soon and then my walls would be bare! No one would scribble on them and I think I would miss that. I know, Mummu can scribble now and he would decorate my wall for a few years more when Maly is done, but every night when they sleep, I realize how quickly they are growing up and I feel that I'm not getting enough time to be with them. And I wish that I could grab a magical remote and slow down time or may be pause for a few more years until I get enough. Naa! I don't think I would ever get enough of love and time with them because I'm greedy when it comes to love. Who isn't? <br />
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These drawings are very precious because they show how she feels and great talent. If anyone asks about my most valuable assets, these are some of them and I'm keeping these drawing with me forever. My collection is going to grow as Maly grows up and of course, my son would be contributing his share soon. I can't wait.<br />
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Aishazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060497812645258966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577166600611057647.post-37612755539804359282014-03-12T00:09:00.001+05:002014-03-19T14:06:06.032+05:00Sanitary Napkins<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Have you ever been embarrassed when you picked a packet of sanitary napkins in a shop? I know, this could be a topic that most girls wouldn't want to talk about but let's talk about this...shall we? I remember when I was a teenager, I went to the shop with my mom and they would wrap up the box or packet of sanitary napkins in a newspaper so that people wouldn't know that we are taking home sanitary napkins! But I have a feeling everyone would have known! </div>
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Every woman would get their monthly periods and what is there to be ashamed of? Seriously? And why do boys and men snigger, laugh and make fun of the females when they see us buying sanitary napkins! I'm sure their mothers, wives, sisters and even their daughters would be needing them on a regular basis! </div>
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Okay! Hold it! I'm not saying that women should let the entire community know that they've gotten their period! It's personal and no body has to know. However, it's not something we have to be ashamed of! Really! We are biologically programmed like this! It's not because we have a disease or something! </div>
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I remember when I was a teen I went to the shop to buy sanitary napkins. Back then this teasing thing was even worse than now! When we got our periods we were extra cautious because if a guy knew about it, they would laugh and make fun of us! My mom was busy cooking so I went to the shop near our house. This shop is run by two women who are close friends of my mum. When I entered the little shop, there wasn't anyone else in the shop, so I quickly told the woman that I wanted sanitary napkins and please pack it in newspaper! I wanted to get out before anyone else walked in, so I asked her to hurry too! <br />
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Just as I finished my sentence, a guy walked into the shop followed by another neighbour who happened to be my mom's friend. You wouldn't believe what the shopkeeper and her mother did! They told the guy that I was there to buy sanitary napkins and I've asked them to pack it so that no one would know! I wanted to vanish into thin air or hoped the ground would swallow me. I was so embarrassed and wanted to cry. But I didn't want these women to know that they've hurt my feelings and I was embarrassed. So I informed them that I didn't want to buy sanitary napkins from their shop and walked out.<br />
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Yes, I did cry a river when I got home. I never thought a woman would humiliate me like that and if I were the third woman who entered the shop with that guy, I would have said something because I can't tolerate such behaviour from grown up women. I would have given them a piece of my mind instead of watching a thirteen year old girl get humiliated for buying sanitary napkins.Then again, people are different isn't it?<br />
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The next day, this woman asked my mum to fix her dress! And she had the nerve to smile at me as she entered our house!!! <br />
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After this incident I thought about what happened and I realized that there was nothing to be ashamed of. So I just looked straight and walked home with sanitary napkins in my hand. Sometimes I ask the shopkeeper to keep the polythene bag and just walk out! If anyone tries to ridicule me, I just raise my eyebrows or simply ask them what was the matter. Yup, this made them uncomfortable and they would look away!<br />
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Several years later I went to a shop with my friend and I took a packet sanitary napkins because it was new brand I just wanted to check it out. My friend also took a packet to check it out. Once we came out of the shop, my friend confessed that she would never have touched a pack of sanitary napkins if she were alone! I was really curios and asked her what she did when she got her monthlys' and she said that her maid would get them for her. She is married and she is an adult but still she felt uneasy to even touch a box of sanitary napkins in shopping marts!<br />
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Last year during Ramadan my younger sister was standing in queue to pay for a pack of sanitary napkins. A middle aged bald man was standing behind her and he was sniggering like a moron. When she turned, he smiled at her slyly and she said that the shop assistant who happened to be a very young girl looked uncomfortable. When she turned back, she heard him giggle like a girl and this annoyed her. So she turned around and pointed at the pack she was holding asked him, "Haven't you seen this before?" The shop assistant laughed out loudly and the middle aged man's eyes remained glued to the floor after that. Serves him right!<br />
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I think people are not so ignorant anymore and most girls would just walk into the shops and come out with their arms full of sanitary napkins without feeling shy if they wanted to! I would and you all should because there is nothing wrong about buying them and let the baboons laugh if they want to! </div>
Aishazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060497812645258966noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577166600611057647.post-70557948178203651312014-03-09T10:34:00.000+05:002014-03-10T09:10:38.712+05:00Ainy's Birthday Party<br />
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Firstly, let me start by introducing Ainy. She's my daughter's best friend. Whoever have said that little girls are made of sugar and and spice and everything that's nice must have known or met a girl like Ainy because that describes her from head to toe!</div>
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They've been in the same class in preschool for four years and I'm sure you can imagine how chummy they must have been. On her birthday Maly called and they talked on the phone for a while. After she hung up, Ainy called again and they chatted for a long time. Her birthday party was on Friday and Maly was so excited. </div>
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So from Sunday to Thursday, the first thing she would ask me every morning was, "Mom, is today Friday? Can we go to Ainy's birthday party?" </div>
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And every morning I had to tell her that it was not Friday and she had to wait for a wee bit more and she would look dissapointed! So to cheer her up, we counted the number of days together. Oh yes, it did work and she would get ready to go to school in a more cheerful mood because she was looking forward to Ainy's birthday party. </div>
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When Maly was in Play School, she used to come home and tell us about Ainy. I was really glad that she had a friend in class. A few days later I met Ainy's mom and apparently, Ainy spoke of Maly too! </div>
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Ainy and Maly are so different. Maly is boisterous and Ainy is quiet. However, when they've been best friends in preschool. I suppose opposites do attract after all. </div>
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I remember the first time I saw Ainy and Niam. It was the orientation day back in 2010. The Principal, preschool coordinator and the teachers met all the parents and kids in their classroom. Niam and Ainy were sitting near us but I don't suppose she would remember us because we were strangers back then! Ainy was so chubby and cute. She looked like a little doll. And Niam looked like a teenager! I thought, "What a young mother!" She hasn't changed a bit and still looks like a fifteen year old high school girl. Seriously! She can wear a CHSE or Villa High School uniform and attend classes and no one would have any idea that she is an impostor. </div>
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We (Niam and I) used to dress up Maly and Ainy in identical out fits for special days. It was so much fun. I really miss calling her up asking about misplaced notices from teachers and preparing them for special days.</div>
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Like Ainy, Niam is also soft spoken and really nice. She has the biggest heart of all and she's one of the nicest person I know. I never thought that someone like her would be so kind to someone as simple as me. Because in real life, people of her status would never look at people of our class twice and Niam is just the opposite. If there were more Niams', I tell you...this world would be a more happy and beautiful place for all of us to share and I'd always pray for her to be happy and prosperous forever and ever.<br />
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Last year, towards the end of the year, Maly and Ainy went to the same tuition class and this is exactly when I knew what a lovely friend Ainy was to my daughter. Maly's tuition teacher told me how Ainy looked out for Maly all the time. She was like her guardian angel and I was so happy that this little angel had been there for my little girl all this time. So, Ainy was not just Maly's best friend, from that moment on wards, she became a very special girl for me as well. </div>
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So you see, Ainy's birthday party was something we both looked forward to because we've missed Ainy and Niam. Maly wanted to get some fairy wand thing for Ainy and my husband had to search all the shops in Male'! Finally Maly agreed to buy something else! Lucky him! </div>
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From morning till the afternoon, she kept on asking me, "Mom, is it time to go the party yet?" Yes, finally it was time to got to the party and we had a blast! Well, at least the kids did! I had to chase my one year old hyper ball in the party! Maly had fun with Ainy and her old classmates from preschool. The kids had super fun and that made my day. </div>
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Aishazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060497812645258966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577166600611057647.post-20887274948435358012014-03-06T08:44:00.004+05:002014-03-09T23:45:26.256+05:00Happy Birthday Altho <div style="text-align: justify;">
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Yesterday was my younger brother's birthday. He just turned 18! I remember the first time I saw him. He was so tiny and red! When I peered into the tiny cot, he lazily stretched his arms and legs. I wanted to pick him up but didn't because he was so tiny and I was scared! He was so adorable. </div>
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I remember the taxi ride to the hospital. We were so excited to meet our little brother. My sisters and I, plus my uncle's wife and their two kids, and my step-grandmother and her two kids got into just ONE taxi! Let me help you to illustrate a fine image of all of us in the taxi for you. Have you seen Yoosay's drama where he takes the tourists to see the zoo? Oh yes, that's exactly what it was like in the taxi! The taxi driver just looked at us his eyes nearly popping out. At the back, there were 2 adults and a teenager (me) and 4 kids. In the front seat sat my sister Shifa and Beebi! On the way, we were all talking at the same time because we were so excited and the little ones would whine or shout! </div>
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My sisters and I were really happy and my parents were also very pleased with new addition. We used to play with him, feed him and go for long walks! How time flies! Now he is taller than me and has beard too! Luckily doesn't grow his beard! YET! </div>
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I'm really happy that he is all grown up and proud too. No matter how old you get , you will always be our LITTLE BROTHER! And we love you so much. </div>
Aishazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060497812645258966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577166600611057647.post-51520529858124208432014-02-24T11:49:00.001+05:002014-02-25T08:06:13.181+05:00+248980071......Who are you?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yesterday my husband received a text message from this number +248980071 and it said that he had missed a call from this number and please call as soon as possible. </div>
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I know, it sounded really funny! We laughed and joked about how considerate whoever this person was asking him to call them back since their call (which he never got) was missed. </div>
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And I got a text message from the same number about an hour later! Now this was weird! I mean, I felt as if someone was watching us and sending us text messages! Yeah, I'm probably watching too much of Pretty Little Liars! </div>
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The message that I received said, "We have an important voice message for you, call this number now +248980071 to hear it." </div>
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Of course, I knew it was a hoax but felt strange because I got the text soon after my husband got a message from the same number. So I just wanted to check whether anyone else had received a text too and updated my status on Facebook. </div>
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Apparently, we weren't the only target! Almost all my contacts on Fb had received a text from this number. According to Rifu, the number can be traced to some state in Africa and we mustn't respond or call at all! And Azu said that her husband showed her how such mass text messages could be sent from the internet. So some guy or girl some where in African is definitely using some sort of program to text all the Maldivians! </div>
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I even felt a bit envious because some of my friends have been getting text messages for a couple of weeks now and I got just one yesterday! They even got missed calls too! And worse, some of my contacts were told that they were going to get $ 5000, and they just had to send their bank account number! </div>
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I wonder who it could be! It could be just one guy or perhaps a group! What is the point of sending gibberish text messages, I mean...who is going to fall for it! We all know about such tricks and I'm quite certain no one is going to fall for it! Why waste their precious time and energy sending text messages to all the Maldivians! </div>
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And how did they get our number! I mean every single MALDIVIAN'S number! There is hardly anyone who hasn't received a text or a missed call from them! Or is it just us or have they been texting the whole world too! </div>
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I'm really curious now and I really want to know who this person is!!!! </div>
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