Mall Culture

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Since a few years back many malls have cropped up in my city. Since then one can see lots of crowd in the mall rather than on mini-seashore. Though malls are colorful but I feel something amiss there. Well thats my view.....

Old Crocheted Stuff

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Some pics were since long in my drafts pleading to be posted. All these pics are attached to my life in some way or the other.





My mom had gifted me a crochet play set when I was a kid. It was a beginners set and that's where I developed my love for crochet. That play set had a flower loom and I loved making flowers from it. I made so many flowers but didn't knew what to make out of it. I had made a doily once before - a round one, so thought to make some other shape this time. I dunno whether it could be called a doily or not, but it is such a softee thing.

That's one among the pair of baby booties I made. Please don't ask for its other pair.

When my purse fever had caught on me, I regularly used to surf online for new and different purse patterns. That's when I came across this pattern I immediately thought to make it. I tried this in wool first and later on with glitter purse thread. The purse looked great in both the yarns. The above one is in wool.

This doily is made by naik aunty - archana didi's mom. She had gifted this to my mom, and my mom gave it under my care. Its such a lovely beautiful pattern that I want to try it in some other yarn...

I am not of a toran person, but we had to make a toran for our home science project. Thats when I made this toran.

In our home science class we were asked to make a baby poncho. When I started out one it didn't come up well. Therefore I made a sample one to show the pattern to my mom. Later on she helped me to complete my baby-sized poncho. My mom was always there when I needed her. I dunno whether I can be ever as good as her.

This is again an experimental purse. This is my design - again made during one of my purse fevers.

My mom had made a Quran cover during her time. I wanted to make same like hers, but I am not as pro as she was. I did some mistake in the pattern and had to stop at the flap part. Being a scorpion I didn't want to give up. I made another one though a lill smaller in size, but that was perfect. The above one is the first one, soon I'll post the other cover's pic.

This is again a sample U-pin shawl.

This is the bigger U-pin shawl made out of the wool from my mom's time. She asked me to do this.

Closer look.....

This experimental basket made out of scrap yarns...

Again this is an experimental thing made to keep my small small floral hairpins, its other thing that my mom didn't let me use it for that.

My mom always used to ask to make such kinds of rumals. She made a lot during her time. Everytime I was like who uses them anymore now... But dunno y, one day dil se.. I felt like making them. So I made four each of the two patterns. The above one is the first I made.

This is the second pattern. Both these patterns are from shaista aunty's book.

closer...

Yarns

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Here in mumbai we lack yarns of good quality as well as variety. Therefore once my mom bought these yarns from Qatar. Touching them makes one feel the difference instantly. Now these are sooo good that I don't feel like making anything out of them. I just remove it from my closet, keep drooling over it and then keeping it back again. Well ultimately one fine day I thought of making tunisian blanket for my mom (it is still under making though......).

Multicolored wool bought by my bro and cousin.....

These glitter yarns are again from qatar bought by meee. Thats the only thing I do when I am shopping in qatar. Love the Raunaq shop over there, it has good variety of beads, yarns and all girlie stuffs. These yarns were bought long back and I m still undecided what to do with it.....

Why Do We Read Quran?

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( This is a story on why we read Quran even when we can't understand a single arabic word. It was an e-mail forward and I really loved this story. Hence thought of posting it here. It really makes us thinking. )

"Why We Read Quran?"

An old American Muslim lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Quran. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.

One day the grandson asked, "Grandpa! I try to read the Quran just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Quran do?"

The Grandfather quietly turned from putting the coal in the stove and replied, "Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water." The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, "You'll have to move a little faster next time", and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again. This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home.

Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get the bucket instead. The old man said, "I don't want a bucket of water, I want a basket of water. You are just not trying hard enough", and he went out the door to watch the boy try again. At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got back to the house.

The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he said, "See Grandpa, it's useless!" . "So you think it is useless?" The old man said, "Look at the basket". The boy looked at the basket and for the first time he realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and now was clean, inside and out.

Then the Grandpa said, "Son, that's what happens when you read Quran. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and out. That is the work of Allah in our lives".

Yesterday....

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Everyday holds something or the other for each one of us. And everytime, everything is good. Its just that at some point of time we feel something is going terribly wrong. Like yesterday with me, since morning, was feeling a bit down. My pet was going away. :-( Although I was already knowing this beforehand, still was feeling a lill down. That's life, isn't it? For the one we love, we always want them to be near us. However we know this cannot be possible all the time. My Pet 'Ritika', she is a darling, cute chubby girl. And my team partner. She is a punjabi kudi staying in America. She first came to India when she was 3 1/2 yrs old. Since then we stuck a cord between each other. She left after celebrating her 5th birthday. And now she is all of 7 yrs old and back in India.

However she left for Dalhousie yesterday. That's where she'll complete her schooling now. Dalhousie Hilltop, that's her school. The two weeks which we spent togather were very amazing and fun-filled. Whole day she would be with us, and a few days before leaving she even slept with me at my place. She was just not ready to leave me for a minute. That's innocent love isn't it? Well, I had to be awake with her at night during our story telling sessions. Sometimes innovating a story to suit her demands. Aahh... that staying awake part late at night was a bit difficult, I am not used to stay awake so late at night and she refused to sleep until she was content with the stories I told.

Well, like good times don't last long, bad times too will fly away soon. And Insha allah, by november end or early december i'll have her back with me, playing and doing masti, telling stories and all. That's hope..............Am I right?


Her childhood pics.............





Her Favourite pose...............