Monthly Archives: May 2015

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Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair and let us huddle together as darkness takes over. We are at home amidst the birds and the trees, for we are children of nature. Susan Polis Shutz

Greetings everyone! It’s been a while since my last chattering, boy, have I been busy! My hubby’s relatives came one after another to visit him after his operation, don’t think we’ve ever had so many of them visiting us in a year like that before. Alhamdulillah, my hubby’s fine now, he went off to The Netherlands for a week’s work trip right after his 3-week leave. I missed him like crazy whilst he was away, have got used to him being around 24/7 for a bit! Amidst all that, my son is currently going through his GCSE exams, fortunately it’s half term this week so he’s able to have a wee break. He was over the moon when his good old friends (more like brothers really) from the UAE visited him for a couple of days (read my previous post), that took his mind off the exam pressure a little. Back to exams next week when school resumes, my big girl will have her year-end exams too. Fortunately for them both exams will be over before Ramadan (annual Muslim fasting month) begins in mid-June, fasting in the summer months can be rather trying due to the long daylight hours!

Apart from that, I’ve been keeping my younger two busy outdoors. Everytime my good old friend M visits me (every couple of years), she will exclaim how much she misses the greenery in England. Having born and bred here, she truly misses it. She’s been in the UAE for a decade now, she’s settled well and is happy there. But nothing can replace the joy of being outdoors in England, that much she’s certain! I totally agree with her of course. That’s why we always try to take our children out whenever we can, ever since they were all little. My older two will sometimes look back at their old photos and can still remember all the lovely places they’ve been to. I think it’s important to create sweet memories for children, especially in today’s challenging and confusing world. Those simple happy carefree days I experienced as a child seem alien to many children of today. Sad really. I still recall my happy childhood, that’s one of the best gifts my parents have bestowed upon me. I would want my children to feel the same when they’re older, Inshallah.

We’re only human, therefore I must mention how I’ve learnt a harsh lesson or two recently. You know when you sometimes reach out to people, where you’re genuinely warm, open, accommodating and naturally expect them to reciprocate? Only to realise later that the other party’s only being amiable or pleasant towards you for some other reason? Not because you mean something to them after all. A minor thing perhaps to some, but to a sensitive soul like mine, it’s a big deal. I’m glad to have an outlet here to share my feelings a little, maybe another delicate heart out there can relate to it too. Well, life goes on, I shall move forward and focus on those truly worthy of my attention. Why waste time on those who don’t really care? People are people I guess, you get all sorts. Now in my 4th decade, I can see more clearly as to who’s a true blue and who’s a fake, wisdom does come with age. Right, I shall leave you on a lighter note. Here’s some memorable pictures I’ve taken recently, which captures the simple happy moments of our little life in England!

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Friends are the flowers in the garden of life,

Beginning with one seed of trust, 

Nurtured with laughter and tears, 

Growing into loyalty and love.

Thank you my beloved friend M, for the beautiful friendship that's survived the thousands of miles between us. Thank you for visiting me without fail year after year, I feel truly honoured, cherished and loved. May that unique bond between our children from toddler-teenage years blossom as they grow older. You are my very first real friend in the West, who will always occupy a special corner in my heart. You are a remarkable flower in my garden of life. Thank you for being there.

Thank you my beloved friend M, for the beautiful friendship that’s survived the thousands of miles between us now. Thank you for visiting me without fail year after year; I feel truly honoured, cherished and loved. May that unique bond between our children from toddler-teenage years continue to blossom as they grow older. You were my very first real friend in the West, who will always occupy a special corner in my heart. You are a remarkable flower in my garden of life; so strong yet so gentle, just like your wonderful boys my son loves so very much. Thank you for being there, thank you for being in our lives.

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A bittersweet melody which reminds me of the special flower in my little garden, thank you for the rainbow of colours you’ve added to my life’s journey!

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Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts Winston Churchill

Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired and success achieved Helen Keller

SO PROUD OF MY LITTLE SISTER’S ACHIEVEMENT! MANY CONGRATULATIONS FROM US HERE! ❤

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my youngest sister, with her thesis in hand

delightful daffodils

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If one daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few Wordsworth

I can’t believe we are in May already, where has the time gone? I suppose that’s what happens when we are all so busy leading our little lives. Sometimes life passes by you so quickly that you hardly have time to take stock and reflect. All the more reason I cherish this blog of mine; a tiny space for my very own thoughts, feelings, emotions and experiences. It gives me a chance to take a deep breath, an outlet where I can be by myself for a wee while. Anyway, I just remembered that I haven’t shared my daffodil images with you back in early Spring. They have all wilted by now, not a single trace left. That’s what makes this bright yellow cheery flower extra special I guess. It’s there to greet you when you think there’s no light at all after a really long Winter. And by the time you’re enjoying your lovely Spring, you wouldn’t even notice that they’ve gone. When Winter finally returns, you’ll be sat there longing for the very sight of them again. Well, the passage of time is like the cycle of daffodils and the change of seasons; in and out accordingly. We go through life the best we can, we continue to strive till our last breath. We make mistakes, we fall, we cry; at the end of the day, we’re only human. But we rise, we stand tall again and we go on. We seek God’s forgiveness and guidance always. Enjoy the delightful daffodils.

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delightful daffodils

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my middle daughter by the clumps of daffodils

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my youngest striking a pose by the cheery blooms

the bright yellow flowers were everywhere

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my big daughter walking behind her sisters

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my youngest two with the spring delight, even on their jacket buttonholes!