Shifa is four years daughter of my cousin sister – shama. Very cute, adorable and darling.
This 8th June she turned 4 years old. I haven’t met her since when she was two years old. But some time when I call my sister I speak to her. She speaks little totali language. And she will explain about her gudia , toys and what has her mother feed her that day, and yes this year she will be joining her school so her school name dress, and sweetly she will sing the song what she has learn in her crèche . Nothing but when u get her company you love to talk to her and listen her stories. Day before yesterday shama called me up and asked me speak to “shifa” since morning she is eating my brain she wanted to speak to her naaz khala. I was surprised what she wants to speak to me; I asked shama why what happen. Shama reminds me, do you remember you given a green doll with golden hair to her when she was 2 month old. I said yeah a doll I had bought from Mumbai for her, but that time she was too young to handle a big doll. Shifa wanted to talk to you about that doll. Today I had given her that doll and she is very happy with doll. And then on the otherside this was shifa, in her mumble language, Naaz khala when I was small you given me this green doll. I replied yes darning I had given you this doll. You were very young that time.
She said I loved the doll- eske baal bahut acche hai( the doll’s hair is really good and she is liking the doll)
I told her I am very happy you liked the doll, then she said khala “Thank you” aap bahut acchi doll di.
I sleep with her keep her along with me. I was overjoyed with a small girl gesture of acknowledged.
These days when we are not bothering and became so ruthless to each other, and always count I have done this much for you and you haven’t been fair to me on small issue. Shifa a four years old girl taught me something. Shifa I am proud of you darling.
And this I have written for you, so one day you will be little big I can share this, I am sure you will again love it. Love you beta.
Zindagi Roz Class leti hai, life explained in few verses
This question was rotating in my mind since few days. And Look at the Luck today morning while watching this video, i get almost my answer. Brilliant work to know and feel. simply superb.
These lines "Zindagi roz class leti hai ", as a child we go to nursery , then school, then collage then out of those bricks and wall and in real life. Meeting different set of ppl, some are justified to get along some are, some are why I m tolerating them. Though life take a class on this what we read what we know what we live, life is above on all this. It teach us every day to make us more prepare for the exams. Life Is indeed The best teacher. It teach us much every day keep buzzing the life with the teaching yet we are at a time not able to find out what it want to share.
Truly said Believe in your dream believe in you and follow your omens ,Life always gives us omens, doesn't matter good or bad. Sometimes I really believe that everything "is fixed"; pre-decided for us, but we are incapable to read the signs. The point is to learn how to listen to your heart and then follow your dreams to fulfill the destiny. and may be this video was one of those omen . Insha Allah will further explore the life ahead, to know more to learn more and will smile at every chapter. m sure he will place me there :)
Last 15 days was complete a new turn of my life towards looking at life and its new lesson.
First of all I say thanks to “Allah “for choosing me and making me a mediator for his work. (This is my ultimate moment to remember life time)
The narrative start with one morning call of my cousin shabnam aapi whom we call gudia aapa. She called me up and give me a no of her school fren “ Sheema Di” asked me to speak to her who was in Delhi. her child had some health problem, I was getting late I just note down the no in a piece of paper and kept in my bag, and replied aapa oki I will do that.
Believe me, I forgot it in the busy schedule, as the lady was not much known to me and was my sister school fren , me and my sis share a good age gap. In the evening when I was planning for pack up from work and was keeping my stuff in bag, the piece of paper in that I wrote sheema di no came in to my hands, I was about to through thinking some tatty paper , a colleague turn toward me to ask something and while talking I opened the paper and realized arye I had to speak to her, and casually dial her no , thinking weather she will remember me or not.
On a surprise she knew me talking very slowly she told me about her 7 month baby has crack in his heart and was referred to “ AIIMS New Delhi” I felt sad for her and asked her does she has visited, she replied yes but the AIIMS system is very rigid and there is waiting of no. she wished she get the bed allotment for her baby soon. I replied yeah didi AIIMS is little rigid and time taking hospital to get cure. But don't worry u are in the right place.
In the night I spoke to my aapi in detail and get to know few details about sheema di. Aapi was aware about her and she told me few more thing , sheema di was in troubled marriage of seven years. I felt bad for her and thought how much she had suffer. By that time we didn’t realize the seriousness of baby’s health. Aapa asked me to meet her at least once and I replied OK, on Sunday I will see her.
On Sunday around in the afternoon I was feeling lazy to go out and thought of postpone the plan till evening, then suddenly my brother yelled at me , where u keep your phone aapa is trying you and she is worried, I took the phone aapa was worried and asked me to go instantly to AIIMS, to see sheema Di and Baby. Baby condition was serious. I didn’t know what to do then thinking of Aapa I change the cloths and took my bag and went straight to “ AIIMS “ emergency ward , and there I Meet “ Satyam” the 7 month hero who was fighting for his life lying in the bed with oxygen support on his face, trying to breath.
He saw me from oxygen cover, and First thing I notice in his eyes is “Life” an urge of leaving and exploring the surrounding. The atmosphere there was very tranquil, I didn’t knew what to do, I spoke to Sheema di’s father he was accompany her there. The baby was in need of urgent operation. There was few formalities to taken over. I don’t know what was enriching me baby or spark in his eyes, I forgot everything and was running to do whatever I possible can do, his case was complicated and critical, at a time feeling very scare and talking to myself will he survive. Very unsure I was due to his changing condition. I don’t know how he became a essential part of my life those days as if I share a relation, got panic some time asking and shows a hostility to god “ why you don’t let him live at-least for Didi. She has suffered so much. He was in icu for inspection, and his entire body was bothered with equipments.
Didi husband was no-where to support her in a such a difficult time, her father was old , but we both keep boosting her baby will be fine. In fact what we were boosting her. Her impasse marriage itchiness and people whom u believe respect this institute of marriage and her old tradition pati pati hota hai already taught her to stand alone and take the responsibly of her own. She was fully aware of everything but brave lady never complain god why he is doing with her. Simple in nature and timid to look in this lady was far courageous from inside.
I was in constant touch with my aapa and was doing whatever she used to ask me. She was too very worried and keep praying for her. Though she was miles away but in those days she was with us I was only representing her.One day when baby condition was unstable sheema di was so down, she cried cried and told me everything , asked me to ask from my “ Allah” to give her back her baby. She was fine with his husband moroseness towards her and baby.
She asked me if I know any temple. I took her to an temple of “ goddess durga “ being a Muslim I was little awkward taking her there and let her do all rituals , the temple had a huge line, and she stood in the line quite long time for darshan “ entire time she was praying and her eyes was rolling tears down. I bet knowing her and looking her at that condition any brave could have surrender.
I Don‘t know what to do looking at the sky I pray to him the almighty omnipotence where ever you are please listen to her. Please give her life give her peace give her strength. And said "And your God is One God: There is no god but He, Most Gracious, Most Merciful. And he listens to us. i know u can take it or give us what is best to be, I pray I wish u grant her and grant her strength" .And today you listen to a Mourn of mother, yes its seems you listen me,
Next morning I spoke to didi Satyam was getting better and recovering doctor said if he would be in same pace of recovery he will alright. I was so happy from inside for di and satyam new life. I wish him a healthy life, I was so happy you taught me Allah magnitude of life “show me a way of going ahead with heart without thinking how ppl will assume about you. Show me that there is no pain bigger if one believe that he is there to take care of you. Stand truthful he is there to resolve everything. Making me understand the significant of parents And their unconditional love towards their children.
Shabnam aapa said you are my real Naaz beta and I love you. I love you too Aapa , and thankful to you from core of my heart to help me to find a new enriching chapter . You are one of best of friend for your friends ever I meet and best of lady to know.
Nothing but when u get her company you love to talk to her and listen her stories. Day before yesterday shama called me up and asked me speak to “shifa” since morning she is eating my brain she wanted to speak to her naaz khala. I was surprised what she wants to speak to me; I asked shama why what happen. Shama reminds me, do you remember you given a green doll with golden hair to her when she was 2 month old. I said yeah a doll I had bought from Mumbai for her, but that time she was too young to handle a big doll. Shifa wanted to talk to you about that doll. Today I had given her that doll and she is very happy with doll.
And then on the otherside this was shifa, in her mumble language, Naaz khala when I was small you given me this green doll. I replied yes darning I had given you this doll. You were very young that time. 
