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 By biggest challenge- My life. Wanna know me? |
 This is just a flow of words from my fingers. I just jot down the words that come to my mind. This might have many grammatical, punctuation and other errors, please help me correct those if you find any.   Thank you iKïyå§ama De-Muses   for the lovely banner! Please read these two entries if you are new to my blog:"My Song-Who am I?" "I'm melting!! And no Thunderbolt :(" |
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My dad's somewhere around 84, and mom 74. Having said that, I regret not knowing my paternal grandma, who passed away when I was just a wee one-year-old. My dad was born an orphan, with Malignant Malaria claiming my grandpa, when grand mom was pregnant. I didn't even get to know my maternal grandpa, who was a famous doctor back in his time, he died 6 years before my birth. I regret not knowing much about my ancestors, wish I'd know more. The only grandparent I got to know was my mother's mom, I got my love for music from her, I got to know her for the first 14 years of my life. |
| Mental health is something many of us ignore completely. But health consists of not just one, but 4:Physical, Mental, Emotional, and spiritual. if all 4 are not in sync, you are not completely healthy, that's what we were taught in college. For me, both mental and emotional health are significant. Many, especially men, completely forget their emotional health. Sometimes, enjoying a warm cup of tea by the window, or listening to music can do the trick. |
There are many ways I try to fight challenges, you wanna know how? Drawing/Painting: I love to draw and paint, colors tend to help me heal. Wanna see some of my original artwork? Check out:"HB's Signature Collection" Prayers: I like to pray, read/listen to The Holy Quran, especially when situations I have no control over, try to block my thought process. Write Write Write: As Anne Frank said:"Paper has more patience than people", so I've been turning to paper to share any burden since I was 10. Children/Animals/Birds: Even now, I am in a little physical pain, and the orchestra of sparrows outside my window, work a lot better than medicine. Sometimes, I talk to my 4th grader nephew over phone, and I am literally on cloud 9 whenever this little man visits me with his parents. Make someone smile: Especially here in WDC, there are a lot of ways to make someone smile.Reviews, Gift points, merit badges, upgrades, awardicons, and most importantly, "The Snail Mail Forum" There's always immense peace in making someone smile, don't you think? |
| Sarah Kay’s quote is beautiful: “There’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away.” It makes persistence feel soft and loving, like the ocean gently coming back again and again. But does this kind of insistence always work in real life? Not really. The ocean and shore have a natural relationship. The shore doesn’t truly reject the water—it just moves with the tide. In life, persistence is great for goals like learning a skill or chasing a dream after failing. But if someone tells you “no” clearly, pushing harder isn’t brave—it’s disrespectful. The ocean doesn’t fight the shore. It kisses, pulls back, and returns. That’s the key: true persistence listens. It knows the difference between a hard “no” and a temporary challenge. So no, insisting doesn’t always work. But when you pair persistence with respect and good judgment, it becomes a beautiful thing. The lesson? Be like the ocean—gentle, patient, and smart enough to know when to stay and when to let go. |
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Memories are certainly important to me, especially happy ones, and if that memory involves someone I love, then that memory is always cherish able. Happy memories always provide an automatic medicine whenever I'm feeling blue in any way. But milestones also have their own importance. For example: every single educational milestone, or life as an international student in the USA, or even my first air travel, carry a specific significance, which made me the woman I am today. ♥️ |
| I often thought what it would be like to become a male, as it is a lot easier for a man in the society I live in, compared to women. Maybe, there wouldn't be so much of societal pressure as there is now. However, as I cut the cake for my 40th Birthday a few hours back, unwrapping the presents, entertaining our guests, as I reflected back on my KFC trip earlier this morning, I was giving thanks to Allah for making me a female. I can be happy with the simple pleasures of life, like a warm cup of tea, or a new shade of lipstick.I can be happy with the handmade card my nephew gave me, or the bangles from my niece. Being a female taught me to be loving, to see the world from a different perspective. I'm happy to be whatever I am. |
| Tomorrow I turn 40. Let me say that again: forty. And yet—ask anyone who knows me, especially my four older siblings—and they’ll tell you the same thing: I’m still the baby. The youngest of five. The one who showed up last, who got away with more, who still gets teased and protected in equal measure. I really, truly enjoy that. There’s no desperation here to prove I’m a “real adult.” Not when my siblings still send me birthday texts with too many exclamation points and inside jokes from 1989. Not when I can call any of them on a hard day and hear, “You’re still the baby, you’re allowed to be a mess.” They’ve seen me withheld my feelings, watched me fumble through decades, and loved me anyway. So yes, turning 40 comes with anticipation—but also a quiet refreshment in knowing I don’t have to pretend. April has always been my month, my little season of flowers and turning older while somehow staying the youngest in their eyes. I’ll wake up tomorrow, make tea, count my spoons, and appreciate every single one of them. No grovel needed. No performance. Just me—the baby of five—smiling at forty, still carried by the people who knew me first. Best birthday gift I never had to ask for. 🎂 |
| Nah, no one ever fooled me that way. I'm waiting to cut my birthday cake on the 4th, and maybe write a story for myself too, on that day. I was really happy to see one of my favorites andiprescott   turning yellow. By the way, who wants to help me support "The WDC Angel Army" for the entire month? check out:
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Not my circus, not my monkeys (it's not my problem) Well, thanks to the Blog prompt, I just learned this phrase today. As an ESL instructor (my sole profession since 2012, my passion too)! I hate leaving behind an someone about to take an exam, or a very enthusiastic student behind, whenever I quit a job (like for my very last job, I was kinda forced to quit, as the institution couldn't "afford" me). As it is my passion, I try to literally care about the learning of my students, so every time I have to hear "Ma'am, please don't go", I silently say:"Well, not my circus, but still my monkeys" (Not my institution, still my students) |
| What are one or a few of the best and the worst things people have said to you and how did you react? Then, in hindsight, how could you have reacted in a better way? The one thing that would actually make me literally wipe a tear is : "You don't care for me, you only show you care." Nope, Hell No! If I care for someone, it will completely and frequently show in my attitude AND words, so I can never make a fake show of loving someone. So if anyone questions my care, I'd either weep alone, or cut all the ties altogether. I don't know how to really react better there. I know I'm not perfect, but I'm definitely not fake. |
| Superheroes, In my opinion, exists to make us believe we all have positive powers within us, and we can do whatever we have our hearts set on. For me, the favorites were always The Powerpuff Girls. Sugar and spice, and everything nice. Since I've grown up with sisters, I can easily relate to that. Usually I somehow run a WDC celebration with my birthday coming up (April 4th), but this year, I'm on a portfolio cleaning mission since I'm running low on space, sigh! |
| I've always loved music since I was a child. I've learned traditional classical music since I was just a wee five-year-old. Back in 1993, when I was just barely 7, I had lost a brother, exactly 10 years older than me. He couldn't swim, and a mighty river claimed him in a sudden, unfortunate accident. Now, this one loved me the most among all five of my siblings. He had a tiny, white Casio keyboard, we both used to sing with. Although it is small, the instrument still has excellent sound quality. Now, even after all these years, that happens to be one of my most prized possessions. I don't play it much now, as I like to sing without instruments. It resides inside a large glass shaded bookshelf, among my books. Every single glance at that, brings back a dear one I never really got to know. Now with my birthday approaching fast on the 4th of April, I miss him even more, and I'm glad to have something to hold onto. This is the reason why many of my stories portray the bro-sis bond, and also the reason why I can easily become the mother-bird, or the sis-to-lean onto, as my friends call me. |
| For me, knowing if a person is good or bad, comes through his/her attitude towards me. Bangladesh is not completely disability-friendly, and if someone flinches at my cane the very first time we meet, uh oh! That's a complete red flag. And of course, when I talk, I tend to look into the eyes of someone, because words can lie, but eyes don't lie. For instance, I had never seen SHERRI GIBSON  in person, but her words of encouragement still rings in my ears. I miss the way she used to call me her precious little bird. It's all about the attitude, the respectful look or warm smile that defines if one is good or bad. |
| Well, for us, there's nothing as a specific "Spring Cleaning". It's all about drying the winter clothes in the sun, to be put inside the storages until next season. For me, cleaning would be finding a long lost item in a corner of the house, or a long-incomplete creation that requires completion. |
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The smell of boiled milk always kinda makes me nostalgic, bringing back all types of sweet-related memories. I make a sweet porridge called Kheer, using rice, milk and sugar. The sweet smell soothes me in many ways. |
| For me, spending time well, means spending it happily, no matter what the situation may be. If you are doing something that doesn't put a smile on your face, it's seriously not worth it in any way. |
| Sometimes I feel so useless and depressed, I really don't understand what to do then. Even suicidal thoughts occur, but as a Muslim I won't do that. Just wonder how to make myself feel useful. Any suggestions? |
| In my opinion, none of the days of the week should be considered unlucky, as just living, breathing everyday in itself is a gift. For us Muslims, Fridays are always significant, a time to be celebrated. I was also born on a Friday, so it's lucky for me anyway. But if you ask me, I always tend to be a little lethargic on Wednesday, so that's not really my favorite. |
Now let's see, there's a lot to be thankful for this week:  First of all, I'm thankful for the "26 Paychecks" activity, and the Daily Writing Challenge. Thank you Annette  and Wannabe  for keeping me busy. It's the Holy month of Ramadan, and as a Muslim, I'm thankful for the chance to fast dawn to dusk. (Although as a woman, I also got about a week off from fasting and prayers. {popnote:Alhamdulillah}Thanks to Allah{/popnote} I am grateful for the chance to do Eid shopping in this festive season. I'm thankful for my parents and siblings. I had lost a sibling when I was just a wee 7 year old, I don't wanna lose anyone else. Thankful that we live in our own apartment, living in a rented house might not be easy. |
| Sometimes, I don't know why, I just tend to feel so useless! But then I remember, life is not Jannah , and I can't expect it to be perfect. Alhamdulillah to the fact that writing still keeps me sane and happy. I have almost finished my very first novel, thanks to Wannabe and the Daily Writing Challenge. Anyone wanna read? |
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