I LOVE YOU MOM! REBLOG

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Z & my mom

The 2 most important people in my life are of course Zara & my mom. Last night I had a feeling that I must write down something. I’m not good at it though. I’m the kind of person who is good at picking fights :P That’s why I’m friends with only 1 of my siblings but the unusual thing is that I get along with the spouses of my siblings.

Ammi is actually a very stubborn child & the mood swings of Z get on my nerves. But she was a beautiful baby. She looked like a doll. I’ve never seen such a cute kid in my entire life. She wasn’t like the usual babies who are all pink & you can’t make out their features. She was different. She was like a little doll from paradise. One of my cousins was all over her cradle saying that she belonged to her. Oh how I detested that god-damn statement! Being a Taurean, I turn green at every opportunity :P I can never forget the moments when Umar & Zara were put in my laps. Umar too was a cute kid but he was all pink as a baby & he was so huge.

I think that Z is way too demanding & sometimes I find it suffocating. But she goes out of her way to take care of me & I appreciate that. I’m kind of used to it now. She always reminds me of Rijja – our cat who takes good care of her brother Tasha.

I don’t know if I should call myself a pampered child. I have heard myths about it. It’s true that I used to get everything I ever wanted…I just have to raise my finger at it. I also used to celebrate my birthdays at the beach. That’s why I say I have cool parents 8) But I had a restrained relationship with both my parents during my teenage years. Although I became friends with my mom at the age of 26 but there’s nothing I could do to become friends with Papa.

I feel bad about a number of things. Papa was asking me to have donuts & I didn’t even reply back…he died after a week. Once my mom got these earrings for me & I threw away all of them when I got mad at her. I used to throw books & other stuff of Papa when he didn’t listen to me. I used to throw the things that my mom cherished. I don’t know why I did what I did. Yes & I’m so sorry for being such a brat & ill-mannered kid. Now I meet old people & they say: your parents really did a wonderful job in raising you guys :P That’s actually a huge compliment for my parents & I’m proud of them for inculcating the love of animals in me.

The other day I heard someone on TV bragging that she was an extremely pampered child & then she narrated an incident in which she got frightened & didn’t come out of her hiding for 4 hours. Her sister knew the place where she was hiding but even she didn’t tell the parents. According to the lady, she was so shy that she couldn’t face her parents. It seems both the kids were extremely shy :P I don’t know why people have to tell such stories which don’t even seem plausible.

Pampered kids do a lot of fucking things & they are never scared of their parents. My parents have done such a wonderful job kay mera aaj bhi dimaag kharab hai. And my kid sister also makes sure that I get everything I want now.

Love you all for making me such a brat & a prime pain :P

My Mom

On Mother’s Day, almost everyone has something to say & it revolves around love. Usually I don’t ask my mom to read what I write for obvious reasons. However, I’ll make sure she reads this one, cause this one’s exclusively for her.

I’m one of those kids who can never say to their parents I love you & thank you & all that kind of things. I’m supposed to talk about my mom, but I think both of my parents are equally important. Since Papa is dead, I hardly get to talk about him. And I also never follow rules, so you have to put up with this.

Well I do give credit to both my parents for raising me as they have. I used to be a brat, thanks to them. I still am, but a reformed one. Whatever I am today, it’s because of them.

My mom is still a child at heart & a very stubborn person. What I like best about her is the fact that animals fall head over heels in love with her. 2 of her dogs were being poisoned & to this day, she doesn’t allow me to keep a dog. But she was very much interested in the stray dogs & puppies I used to give food to (who were being murdered by DHA people). She used to make sure that I give them food on time, cause one is somehow more involved with the pets at home.

8 years ago, I was on my deathbed & somehow I survived. The way my mom was by side all the while besides my cats…that was indeed cool. Actually I became friends with my mom after that incident. Oh and that says a lot! I can’t elaborate any further. No I’m still not going to thank her, I never say thank you to God & my parents. I just can’t do that.

I know this is a very strange writing, but nevertheless I had to be honest. I just can’t paint things differently & pretend great by deceiving myself. And yes, I wouldn’t want any other mom. I know there is no one like her. There can’t be anyone like her, cause she is My mom. I often wonder what would I do without her & what would happen to me after her death & I’m so creepy that I’ve shared this thought with her.

Nadira Rahman