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For every 'giving up' look I gave
As I began to walk
He believed I could stand tall.
For every 'giving up' look I gave him
For every fall I had
While riding a bicycle
He knew I'd pick myself and continue.
For every 'I can't study this'
During the school days
He believed I'd top some day.
For every 'I can't learn this martial art'
During my teens
He believed I'd get stronger.
For every 'I can't'
He believed in me
He believed I would prove myself wrong
In just those times of my life when I doubted myself
He will continue to believe till the end.
Cheers to all those super dads out there. You are our strength.
This isn't a religious post. It is just something I'd like to
share because I believe every positive post
My dad stays in a shared room. Every year on the month of
This isn't a religious post. It is just something I'd like to share because I believe every positive post counts.
My dad stays in a shared room. Every year on the month of Ramadan, they get food from an unknown person, who they call "Ramadan ka farishta' (Angel of Ramadan). Without fail, the food is delivered during the time of sunset which is shared among the people living in that house space.
Who was this stranger? Does he have a name? Religion? Which country is he from? Was the food from a woman? Does it really matter? Isn't it just great to know someone out there is spreading happiness through this little gesture?
The fasts that I've observed till now for this year is a result of many such gestures of the people I'm surrounded with.
Waking up early isn't my cup of tea. I'm more of a night person. I've tried staying up till sunrise but that doesn't seem to be practical. That's exactly where Angel #1 and #2 come into picture. One is a colleague, more like a younger brother I never had, who calls everyday to check if I've woken up and eaten. The other is my room mate who reminds me of home. She has a special responsibility of waking me up thrice 'coz obviously the first two attempts go in vain. She is my partner for making the 'almost round' thick chapatis for the morning too. If it wasn't for her, I'd just end up eating bread everyday for 'sehri'.My parents who usually worry about how I'd get through Ramadan are relaxed now because they know I'm surrounded with the right people.
My time in office goes pretty well too. That's where the rest of the 'farishtey' are.
Angel #3 Our boss. He has never stopped us from keeping some time in between work for our prayers. Sometimes it so happens that he reminds me of my prayer mat. We don't share the same belief but humanity doesn't really belong to a particular belief, does it? Most of the times he sponsors for the snacks for the ifthar which angel #4 gets to office on time.
And the rest of them wait for sunset along with us though they'd want to eat that hot chicken samosa or shawarma as eagerly as we do.
Each of these people play an important role in my life and whatever good they do won't be forgotten. When I get a chance, I'll share it with someone. Someone who'd take it forward...
She was a brave little soul,
Who wouldn't easily surrender,
But with one strike of your's
Her grit went on a stroll.
With just your presence,
Her anxiety reached its p...
Her anxiety reached its peak.
Your look was enough,
Her heart went weak.
She had astraphobia,
You were that thunder.
Even a tiny jolt,
easily stunned her.
You weren't perfect for her,
She knew it all.
Still, for your imperfections,
She managed to fall.