My favorite phrase “Time flies” fits perfectly for this post. There were days when I tirelessly worked at the university oblivious from rest of the responsibilities and than “boom”. I got married to my man who flew me to Karachi with a permanent ” bye-bye ” to everything that I owned back in Quetta. And there I was ! all alone in a new home with a bundle of responsibilities to start with. Decorating Home , learning to cook and building up a balanced life with my Husband since we had an arrange marriage and It took me a lot of time to understand where I need to talk and where to stop. Unbelievably ! We finally had a stable relationship after one and half year of our marriage when our son was already in his 4th month.
Ahh ! Two years of my life were the most torturous, tormented , distressed yet at the same time adventurous, pleasing and comforting. I had several visits to my home town and was able to travel to other regions of Pakistan. I learned to organize my life in accordance to 360 degree changes made after marriage. I was a kind of a girl who never cooked, never washed or ironed my dresses. I loved traveling alone for various training sessions and enjoyed the luxuries of being the youngest and the ladli ! Nobody inquired about my salary nor was I ever interested in planning something big from it. I spent each penny lavishly over my family, friends and ME ! (I dont regret that ).
I was that extrovert, expressive, care-free girl who knew nothing about “GHAR-DARI” and hated the concept of being a “GHARELO AURAT” (Typical housewife) that ends up with nothing but a miserable life of wasting her time and creativity in home chores. In addition to the gifted miserable responsibilities of a marriage life , I was also never interested in being a mother (Spoiled I was !). For me it was as if I might lose all the opulence of my self-centered life. The mere thought of changing diapers or being sleepless was frightening. And there I was ! stuck in a circumstance where i had only two options. Either I had to regret and whine about all these responsibilities or I had to accept them – as a challenge – I preferred the later.
After the wedding the ceremony, on the 5th day in our Karachi flat, I remember put aside all the bridal dresses and ended up wearing an old T of my husband, standing barefoot at the clean marble with an empty home- I washed, cleaned and finally decorated the whole home that took me a month. And the first dish I ever made in my new kitchen was “Chicken Achari Handi”. I can never forget the first ever response of my husband when he tasted it “What else will you surprise me with, this is so delicious”. I never ever thought that I would ever be able to win his heart through his tummy 😛
Personally, I learned a lot from my husband particularly the importance of managing my expenses ,focusing and prioritizing factors that has long term positive affect on our lives instead of going for your desires only. I learned to not to desire for what’s not required. Which is something that I am happy to accept. Now I find myself more desirous for books and productive things than clothes or home accessories. I am not crazy about any brand as much as I use to be anxious about wearing the new arrivals. (Thank you Adam for getting me rid of that greed )
We didn’t celebrated Islam’s birthday party except for a cake cutting ceremony and a few memorable shots were taken. Decidedly we have planned to celebrate his birthday when he’s old enough to understand the meaning of a BIRTHDAY ! …. Happy birthday to my darling Son who gave my life a new meaning …
Three days later We celebrated our anniversary in one of the finest dining restaurants. The place is also one of my favorites because of its location -seaside. It is called Kolachi – located in the area called Do Darya (Karachi) that has a long range of restaurants along the seaside and the view is worth praising.It was a tiresome yet a beautiful day for both of us. May Allah keep us as happy and tolerant as we are today haha 🙂
“Happy 2nd anniversary Adam khan” said I to him when we started our dinner.
Undoubtedly, Allah has given me more than I deserve…