A look back in time!
Uzair And The Stairs
A look back in time!
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Life’s New Chapter For My Son
A new beginning for my precious son!
Road To Big Test
Tomorrow is a big day for Uzair!
As all that he has learned, both in school and in home during last 3 years, will be put to a big test.
A big test in the form of an entry test in one of Karachi’s most renowned school!
And I’m picturing the preparation done by him in last 6+ month as if he had to walk on an bumpy, uneven path, which ain’t surrounded by jaw dropping gorgeous wonders of nature I often talk about on my blog.
I’m confessing here today that as parents of Uzair, me and Jia, made him took that uneven path. Despite knowing all along how much tired he will be in the end, we forced our own flesh and blood to take down that dirty path.
Now you might be wondering why in the world am I referring the topic of studying in school or at home as walking on a bumpy path.
To understand this thoroughly, I would like you to read out this post I wrote about 3 years ago (link mentioned below). I expressed my thoughts and feelings very clearly in that post when my nephew Abdullah, who was 5 years old back then, gave the entry test for that very same renowned school. He is now studying in second grade over there.
In past, Jia and I discussed so much about putting Uzair on that same bumpy path, like his cousin Abdullah. Sadly, he too had to went down that path but in the end, he crossed it eventually in the form of passing the entry test. After many discussions and calculating about all available options we have, Jia and I realized that we no other choice but to take that bumpy road with Uzair too.
Just like all loving parents of the world, me and Jia want to see our Uzair to be happy and successful in life. The very core reason behind my sitting in front of a computer screen for 8+ hours at my workplace on weekdays is nothing but to provide my Uzair with what he truly deserves.
But the world we live in ain’t gonna give us all the happiness and success without dragging us first on a bumpy path!
Is there a difference between a 5-year old kid, who is just about to get enrolled in a school, and a plant which has just burst open the ground to grow high?
I believe there is no difference. Both are young and they have so much to explore in a new world, whether by opening their eyes or branching out with stems.
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Cosmic Photo Challenge – Gratitude
The more I receive, the more I try to be grateful.
Mother And Child, A Bond By Nature
What can I say about mother?
Honestly speaking, no matter how much I write here or say it verbally will ever be equivalent to what mine or even your mother has done for us.
Like A Cloud
Like a cloud high above, you protect us
From the heat and harshness of life
Even a little shower of love
Makes you so special and gentle
A Photo A Week Challenge – Hands
As I’m typing this using my hands, which are in their late 30’s now, I’m wondering about young hands of Uzair.
There was a time when Uzair’s hands were so tiny, only good for grasping his parents fingers. Continue reading
The First Pages
It’s almost mid of December 2016 and a new year will open up its gates soon. Life is going so fast, isn’t it?
It feels like you did something just few moments ago but in reality, it wasn’t just few moments. I feel the same whenever I look at the old photos of Uzair (my son). He is three and half years old now but those pictures in which he is just a little baby, reminds me how quick time is flying. Continue reading
A Young Mind Is A Young Tree
Is there a difference between a 5-year old kid, who is just about to get enrolled in a school, and a plant which has just burst open the ground to grow high?
I believe there is no difference. Both are young and they have so much to explore in a new world, whether by opening their eyes or branching out with stems.
A Dose Of Fun In Learning
No more fun and games!
Well, okay just a little amount certainly won’t hurt anyone but time is now here to focus more on study and learning new things.
That’s right!
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