On July 27, 2012 by nusratabbasi. It was meant to be like all constants in life. In the heart of our hearts we knew that she is but a. I saw her the first time sitting next to Bazma on 23rd of December 2004. An island of calm radiance amidst the chaos of a typical marriage ceremony. I sat next to her and she answered my. A name so apt for her. To many she was nothing less than a saint. To the family members she was the anchor that held.

My son seems to be teaching me, and how! I must say, very hard! Though I felt nostalgic in the beginning, I almost broke my back covering his books and developed an enmity to anything which required cellotapes. Do such small kids need books at all? I am constantly crafting since his school started, and the school is constantly ahead, giving us new projects to work on. How hard could it be? Where is my life going? .

My mother had the urge to bake a beautiful cake. She was not dismayed when she found all day it would take. She locked herself in the kitchen, and shooed us all out. She subsequently ignored my disappointed pout. When reading the recipe book, she wrote down the main ingredients. 2 eggs, 5 tablespoons of flour, and 4 ounces of butter. But in a hurry, she wrote 4 instead of 3 ounces of butter. Oh, mother! When she finished the cake and asked us to taste,.

Just Two Muzzylims and A Blog. Color block this Spring? March 2, 2012. Spring is almost here! And this spring screams color block.