With everything moving so fastly around me , i find a moment to myself.I sit and fidget with my hands ,have i really grown up ? touch a finger to my laugh lines and a fine line on the forehead which appears when am thinking too hard or just pretending to listen .
I want to grow up , just that it is something i can't help . How did mum raise us up? She always seemed so confident and grownup.. what am i going to do with my kids ( when i have some in a few years from now - hopefully) can i possibly ever give them the same values , the same wisdom , raise enough curosity for them to explore their lives just the way we did. Provide them the space to think for themselves , like we had . I feel so tired already . A part of me cannot let go off everyting i have and part of it wants to go over board ...try and experiment , what if i want to return and step back then and i can't - still doesn't stop me from trying. Bowing and holding hands , waiting for a signal from Him . Late night prayers...My passion for doing more and not being able to do so...
It's getting hotter by the day , global warming , earth quakes , rising water tables , more floods , obama saving his ass by having a stricter more fake tone , long march, short march , judges , president , armed forces , my love and my hatred for them , dying bhutto legacy, rule of law , supermacy of law , burning people alive , extremism , my love for the hijab clad brave girls giving out a strong message , news channels , discussions , the only sane person on the media Zaid hamid , police vans blown up , sucide bombers , cj's kids on the media , meds for the govt hospitals sold overnight , patients dying for the lack of health care ,Dr. Abdul Qadeer , the nuclear technologists , the unsung heroes , windmills in the villages illuminating houses , edhi , schools that pay the kids to get education .....where do we stand?
It's a crazy world out there , i want to stop thinking and lay back , the pulse in the temple jumps and keeps me up .
I want to grow up , just that it is something i can't help . How did mum raise us up? She always seemed so confident and grownup.. what am i going to do with my kids ( when i have some in a few years from now - hopefully) can i possibly ever give them the same values , the same wisdom , raise enough curosity for them to explore their lives just the way we did. Provide them the space to think for themselves , like we had . I feel so tired already . A part of me cannot let go off everyting i have and part of it wants to go over board ...try and experiment , what if i want to return and step back then and i can't - still doesn't stop me from trying. Bowing and holding hands , waiting for a signal from Him . Late night prayers...My passion for doing more and not being able to do so...
It's getting hotter by the day , global warming , earth quakes , rising water tables , more floods , obama saving his ass by having a stricter more fake tone , long march, short march , judges , president , armed forces , my love and my hatred for them , dying bhutto legacy, rule of law , supermacy of law , burning people alive , extremism , my love for the hijab clad brave girls giving out a strong message , news channels , discussions , the only sane person on the media Zaid hamid , police vans blown up , sucide bombers , cj's kids on the media , meds for the govt hospitals sold overnight , patients dying for the lack of health care ,Dr. Abdul Qadeer , the nuclear technologists , the unsung heroes , windmills in the villages illuminating houses , edhi , schools that pay the kids to get education .....where do we stand?
It's a crazy world out there , i want to stop thinking and lay back , the pulse in the temple jumps and keeps me up .
