Everyone Has A Story

Love, Care & Respect - Everyone Deserves!

Usually we grow up learning that those girls on the road we see are very bad, so we make our minds and get wrong impressions of the people from the way they dress and from their behaviors. But the fact is that how someone makes their hair and how well they dress up has nothing to do with their personality or qualities. 

They unknowingly become the victims of our eyes and our wrong judgments as well as the victims of some kinds of abuses which we are not aware of. If someone has to overdo something, that shows they need attention. They are attention seekers, they urge for love and care the same way as everyone else does. They want someone to say something good about them...

Quite recently I have seen such a thing that blew my mind and made me think completely the opposite of what I was thinking from the first impression I got.

It was just three weeks ago, I had to go to hospital to take responsibility as a bystander to my beloved husband's Granny. I had to take morning shift from 9:00 am to 3:00 pm (5 hours).

Since it was a general ward, there were 6 beds in the ward, all occupied. There were one old man (in serious condition who passed away the following day, may he rest in peace!) and then two other old ladies from Huvadhu Atoll (suffering from lung problems - difficulty in breathing) and a boy (who was a Thalassemia patient) and a girl (who was a Diabetic patient).

I loved the Granny and was compassionate towards her caring even though she was unresponsive (in a vegetative state like). I don't know the exact condition (medical terms) of her, to be honest. But everyone knew she was counting her last days. It was a pleasure to me to have the opportunity to care for her and to spend time with her. However, it was also tiring and quite boring to sit near the bed all the time. So I needed to take a walk and go to other patients. Talk to the bystanders and ask them about their conditions.

One of these bystanders was a lady in her 30s who was taking care of her mother who was suffering from lung problem. Her mother was one of the patients whom I have mentioned above to be from Huvadhu Atoll.

The first thing I noticed was that this lady was wearing an uneasy outfit that looked inappropriate to me to wear in such a public place. Specially we being Muslims we tend to judge about others' appearances immediately after the first impression we get from the very moment we see them. She was also wearing lots of makeup which looked odd to me too. At that moment I thought to myself "she would look more beautiful without it, why is she like that?" A short lady in height, wearing high Wedges in the hospital was another thing that was taken me aback. The first day when I saw her sitting near the patient's bed, I thought she was a visitor to the patient, so it was fine. But the scond day also she was wearing the same kind of clothes. I wished if I could ask her whether she stayed there in the hospital all day long, but something stopped me from talking to her.

I was still not talking to her until the third day I saw her sitting and taking care of the patient, feeding and combing her hair that morning. I realized that she was the only person for the patient and even without proper sleep, she was not showing a haste in her action or any tiredness. Despite of having no place to lie down and rest, she attended the patient without any complaints. She was very loving and kind towards the patient.

After seeing this, I felt like talking to her because whenever I looked at them she smiled to me and I smiled back too. Eventually, I approached to her and sat with her. She started talking to me as if we had known each other for a long time; Don't forget that I am also very friendly too :). She told me the patient was her mother. And to my surprise she had been in the hospital for two and a half month. She told me about her mother's condition and a little about her family too.

Accoding to her, it's a middle-class family of moderate thinking. Her father being a fisherman does also some fishing related other jobs and is self-employed. Her mother was taking care of the family as well as helping the husband with his work until she fell sick immediately after giving birth of thier 9th child. She said her mother had been suffering from this expectedly terminal disease for the past 10 years following a dry cough. They even have to travel abroad two to three times a year for her treatment. They found no solution for the cough and probably her lung has been infected for which she was being treated in the hospital. Supposedly they spend hell a lot of money for her treatment hoping to find a solution and this lady seemed to be the most concerned child among all 12 children whom also has a family two children and a husband.

She told me a little about her husband too which convinced me how lucky we are to have a husband who is not a drug addict and can take care of the family, no matter what happens. Her story forced me to believe that our struggle in life and what we have gone though is nothing compared to her stuggle in life to bring back her husband from what he was doing, plus the responsibility of her children and the a sick mother. She at least tried and got him rehabilitated for about three years with her love, support and full attention towards him. However, unfortunately she had to travel for her mother between Male and her Island during which her husband withdrawals and started drug abuse again. This time it was more worse than she could ever think of. She became hopless after she found out that all the work she did to hold him back away from all those things were gone wasted and she decided to let it go. Sadly she took a turn, to keep it short.

She had a story to tell. Everyone has a story too. We need someone to listen to and to show us a light of hope. To awaken us from the darkness by magic as if it all were just a nightmare and nothing was real. We all need some advices and some appreciations of our existence too.

At this moment while talking to her, I went thoroughly in her story. Lost in it, appreciating what I have and feeling grateful for everything that I have. Her story was short but painful and I knew that she must have sought her own happiness forgetting about her own children's upbringing and education, and most of all their future was not her responsibility alone. Her husband must be equally responsible for what she had to go through. 

When we get married, we as a couple, need support from each other all the way through emotionally and physically and mentally during all the ups and downs so that we can have a happy and healthy relationship together. Love, respect and care are some of the aspects of our life too that we can't live without. In fact, I would say, more essential than money.

She seemed to be lost in the middle of this cruel world. But she seemed always concerned about her loved ones. The pain she keeps to herself only. The way she cared for her mother was an example of her soft side. The whole picture of what I was thiking suddenly changed at a blink of my eyes after I heard her story. It was unbelievably painful and she hid nothing, because there was nothing to hide. She was an obvious true human being with a big heart. I didn't want to know what she is doing at present or how she lives. For the moment it was enough for me to understand that she is a brave lady who is wandering and trying to survive ever since all her happiness shattered in the hands of her husband whom she once must have thought to be protecting her from all the harms and evil eyes, whom she must have thought would be catching her whenever she falls and would be by her side forever.

She respected everyone in the ward. She spoke kindly and was offering help to others as well. Now this is whom she really is. I am glad that I spoke to her and gave her some relief and eased up her pain by listening to what she had to say. I wished her all the best in life and her mother a speedy recovery!

We continued talking until it was my last day since the Granny (may her soul rest in peace) passed away. During these days, I started seeing some changes gradually in her. From the way she dressed to her makeup, things changed. The last day when I saw her, she wasn't wearing that short sleeved hip lenght tight top with a deep wide neck through which her chest could be visible. Instead she was wearing a comfortable loose-fit long-sleeved top. More surprisingly she looked elegantly beautiful with only lipstick worn without that black thick eyeliner smudged around her eyes.

Become a friend of the people in need. It's not money only that we could offer. Everyone needs attention, love and care which money can't buy and we could give free of charge!

Let's not judge a person by thier appearances. What they wear is not important, hence try to get close to them to know them from their own stories. We all have a story to tell!

Another beautiful experience with an old lady during this period is coming soon... stay connected!

I Miss Dancing & Playing In The Rain

Since it's a rainy day today, I just thought of sharing some beautiful memories with you of us 27 years ago.

Back in the time of childhood to tell you how I spent my childhood during rainy season. The younger you were the better. You have always something to remember from your childhood and to laugh about, wondering how freely we lived the best time of our lives.

Beautiful memories to recall whenever it rained. There are some things that I vaguely recall, however those days are unforgettable. Whenever it rained, we had a group of friends (mostly our neighborhood friends and relatives of the same age) who would come to pick me up from my house. We all would run on the roads in the rain splashing water from the ponds in the muddy roads. Dancing as if no one would be looking.

A small girl dancing in the rain

Now when I mentioned the muddy ponds or puddles, they were not like the way you can think of. Roads were just like tracks with full of weeds, wild plants and muddy soil. People would spit and the domestic birds like hens would release their waste. We never felt disgusted to sit in the ponds though, but would lie on the stomach or keep rolling there as if we were swimming. It was so much fun to chase each other and play around in our district. From one house to the other, we would run looking for a Rain Gutter which could give us the most pouring with pressure. One at a time would stay under the Rain Gutter pipe with everyone else eagerly waiting to be the next person to shower under the water fall.

I miss playing a funny local game which we played with a tennis ball and 7 pieces of round flat various shaped stones, that we call "boss". I have no idea what it is called English. Anyways, the game was like you need to pile them up without letting any of the stones fall. Because of the roughness of the stones, it can hardly be placed on top of each other. You break them apart by hitting with the ball to begin with, you have to run so the other opponents get no chance to beat you and you cannot get defeated. To put you out of the game, the opponents have to pass the ball and try to hit you with the ball before you could pile up the stones one by one until 7 are nicely put in a pile without letting them fall. That game is more fun to play in the rain as it has lots of runs like in cricket.

Dancing in the rain was the most craziest thing we did during our childhood. We would go to dance on the beach which is accessible within 3 minutes walk from our homes. On the way, plucking some wild fruits from the trees eating them, making shelters with a bunch of leaves of the plants and sit in there talking and singing were stupid things that will be cherished forever.

When it rained so hard, it was difficult to see the person just 10 feet away, horrifying windy weather and the rough see roaring was very scary too. Though our parents were cool, they would only give us punishment when we reach home, they wouldn't go searching for us as the environment was safe from child abuse or harassments or we could say not aware of the possibility of being forced to do anything inappropriate and danger of any such crimes or even natural phenomenas. The following day again we would forget the punishments and being grounded by the parents the pervious day for being home late. As they say, ignorance is bliss!

Alright, thats all for now. At the same time I am completely serious about my children and wouldn't let them be out side home too long without one of us (the parents) being around. I thank God that we are safe and alive to remember those beautiful moments of life without having any harm despite of those naughty things we did. When it comes to our children we are careful, isn't it? But I must say because of having such a freedom and carefree days, we lived our childhood at it’s best, fully enjoying every little moment exploring and doing something new and learning from it. Yes, I miss those days and I wish I could live the moment again and again.

On A Normal Day

To wake up in the morning and have a coffee is of course the beginning of my day, check on breakfast of my kid (younger son), prepare him for school and back to bed for stretching. The bed feels more comfortable after I wake up from sleep. So don't want to get up and leave the bed in the early morning, to be honest.

My morning coffee

Morning coffee is irresistible. The essence of the coffee makes me feel more relaxed in the morning and feel that the day is just another fine day, so I have a very warm coffee again. Best thing is when we have a maid, we don't need to worry about preparing the breakfast and meals!

I wonder why it feels so warm once awaken from sleep. Do you know how uncomfortable I feel at that time? That's the time I need to cool down under A/C. I cannot bear without Fan either which is why I go back to bed and stay calm for a while until I cool down.

Usually I have only one egg rarely cooked, a slice of brown bread with margarine and jam and a glass of milk for breakfast or just oats with fruit. After my breakfast around 9:00 am, I am totally free again. I take sometime to check my Facebook updates and other updates! Wishing the friends a good morning and wonderful day makes my day perfect!

When resting is over, it's my morning exercise time without which I cannot spend my day. Just a simple yoga and tummy exercise. Have a shower and be ready for my husband to come back home for lunch, until then I would listen to some music or read! In between I do all the washing and check for laundry.

When our lunch is over, it's my Facebook time again. I have some chit-chat and laugh, having some funny stupid talks, all my tension (if I have any) disappears by then.

My younger Son, 12 years old

The day passes so fast that soon it will be my swimming time. I go swimming around 7:00 and meet with my swimming friends who I met there when I started learning. My best part of the day is that very moment that I spend with them. Such a caring and loving friends they are so they really worth my appreciation and compliments.

We do lots of things including learning new tricks while swimming and it's fun to see when some of our friends keep trying and trying but they get to learn things so slowly. What they do is fun, and we have something to laugh about which we love most about in our swimming time.

My husband goes to pick me up from there. I come back, have shower and then it's dinner time. When dinner is over again it's my free time which I spend watching tv, updating on FB and other social networks...and of course reading.

Around 12 midnight is my bedtime. My day is over then!

I live as if I have no tension, but we have so many things going in our life too. Lots of difficulties and lots of tension, but by worrying about them, you cannot find a solution to your problems! You need to think about the problems and discuss with people, talk and share with someone you can trust! We all have problems in life, doesn't mean that you have to stop all your happiness there! Life goes on and on!

Wishing everyday to be the best day of my life, I keep a positive thinking which makes my day happy finally!

My First Blog Post - A Holiday In Paradise

Hey guys, I always hear people talking about blogging and see them sharing the links on different sites and groups on Facebook too. I didn't know how it works, so I was never interested to see anyone's blog till today.

It looks so much fun to me when I gave my first try as we can share anything we want here. Whether you read me or not, my blog can be my best friend all the time with whom I can share my thoughts or good informations and my activities. Looks fantastic!

Just before we went to swim, ready to go after the coffee!

For the time being, this is myself in a resort in the Maldives recently. We had so much fun during the vacation. What I loved most about the trip was the crystal clear water, the lagoons, the beaches and the food!

That kind of natural beauty you will get to see nowhere else other than in the Maldives. Tropical Sweet birds' singing is heard from the trees above you. They are singing so softly that makes you feel so relaxed and delighted. Appreciating the sight of the nature and the atmosphere, you make your way to the beach, a waved pathway (optional) in the middle of grass like a green rug stretches in front of you all the way, while it has another so soft white sandy pathway to feel the beauty of the Maldives. All the flowers and trees draw aside to make way from the room to the beach. I might have been the happiest person in the world at the moment. Felt like heaven.

We spent the whole day in the water swimming and enjoying the sun. As we did not care about the time to swim, we swam in the afternoon when the sun was right above our heads so bright... LOL. When we came back from holiday, we had our skin really turned to brown, completely tanned! I loved the color of my skin though my sons were complaining about the change in their skin color.

I had an opportunity to spend sometime there with my husband's friends and one of his friend's wife and her mom from Sri Lanka joined us too. She was such a nice and friendly person and her mom is the youngest looking lady at 55 years of age that I have ever seen, amazing! I was shocked to see her (the mother) hiding from the sun and she said the secret of her beauty was just because of the protection from sun light.

What I am going to do is to share what I get to read and some good things that I have learnt from my own life experience. I may not be that good to write, though I would try my best to write some interesting posts to make you enjoy reading my posts on my blog. Thank you for visiting my blog!

An example of the beautiful water in the Maldives. My two sons watching the fishes in the shallow lagoon.