Bob’s day out…

We make it a point to take bob out on Fridays… We consider that the family day, unless someone gets bz. We had the usual outing last Friday, but as Bob didnt sleep the afternoon, we decided to make it a short one as he would soon feel sleepy. So we went to a shop and then to Seagull, but he had hoped to go to Skippy.  Once we entered Seagull he was so frustrated, he said he didnt even want ice-cream hehe.. but i knew that it was just because he was already feeling sleepy and getting all irritated due to it.

Look at him expressing his irritation…

then his disappointment…

and then zzzzzzzzzzz…

Sleep tight sweetie…

What could be a more pleasant sight,
Than watching you sleeping tight?

Cradling my dear in my arms,
Praying you’ll be safe from all harm.

I’ll always be here with the guiding light
Even at times as dark as the night
 
I caress your lovely baby skin
And give a little kiss to your chin
 
Listen to this loving lullaby I hum, 
For you my angel, from your loving mom.

Thank you!

This poem is for those people who have been so supportive to me…

Things have gone terribly wrong
I have tried and tried to be strong

Everything seems to tumble down
As I sit here watching with a frown

 

Decisions, so hard to make
I feel, like I’m putting my life at stake

 

Dreams yet to be made true
Trying hard, without feeling blue

 

Your HOPE has been with me all along
It has kept me going this long

 

Your LOVE gives me the strength
As I walk miles & miles in length

 

Thank you all for being there by me,
I will make it through, just wait and see!

show me what you feel

 

Why do you find it so hard to say ‘sorry’?

 

Why aren’t you ready to take the blame?

 

If I hurt you baby, “I’m truly sorry”

 

If I was wrong, I’m ready to take the blame…

 

 

 

Why don’t you more often say ‘I love you’?

 

Are you too scared to show that you do?

 

Darling, here I am saying “I love you”

 

After so much time passed, I still do.

 

 

 

No words could ever express

 

The love, in depth, for you I feel

 

Why don’t you also express

 

If it’s the same that you feel?

 

So confused…

 

How do I know that this is the right choice?

 

I’m so damn confused…

 

I try to listen to the tiny voice

 

But I guess that’s also confused

 

 

 

 

I know where I am, isn’t where I should be,

 

But how do I begin to understand

 

Should I just run, should I flee

 

Oh, I need to understand.

 

 

 

 

I made so many mistakes in life

 

So many years I have wasted

 

I try to make it all alright,

 

What if I get more wasted?

 

 

 

 

Time is valuable I know,

 

This is why it’s so important,

 

To make the right decision,

 

How do I decide what’s important.

 

 

 

 

I just need to sort all this out,

 

Before I make the next move,

 

Right or wrong I want to know,

 

As I make this next move.

Are mermaids real?

 

Mermaids, the half fish half human creatures, we see them on movies & cartoons, read about them in books, and it makes me wonder, do they really exist? Or is it just some myth all made up. There are people, most commonly sailors but others too who claim to have seen a mermaid every now and then. People have claimed to have seen mermaids even in quite recent times. When 70% of our earth is water, the mermaid being said to live in the seas, it would be hard to say in certain that there are no such things as mermaids, as there’s lots of the sea still left unexplored. But there are scientific justifications against mermaid existence. Scientists say the vertebral structure from fish to human is too different to form a hybrid species.

They are at times described in different ways. They are said to have long beautiful hair (at times green, blue, orange, and black) and full breasts. But on the contrary, sometimes mermaids are described to have dull faces, and long teeth. They are also said to swim close to ships which have loud music (mermaids like music). They are almost always spotted sitting on a rock at the sea, either combing their hair, or singing for their lost love. And quickly disappear into the sea if/when they realize they are seen.

I also wonder, are mermaids vicious beasts or tame creatures. They are portrayed differently on different occasions. In Greek mythology, Sirens are said to hypnotize sailors with their beautiful voices and make them wreck their ships. But also on the other hand, the mermaid ‘Ariel’ in the cartoon is portrayed to be a helpful one who saves the drowning prince.

The last but not the least, I went through a lot of articles, but didn’t come across any which included any testimonials from persons who had spotted a handsome merman. Wonder why!

true love never dies…

Continuation from ‘fate’… 

Azeeza grew up to be a strong willed beautiful young lady. Broke many hearts, but hey, she was the Sultan’s wife, they’d rather let their hearts be broken than have their necks broken for making a move on her. She was so young and innocent that she didn’t have any knowledge on how to raise a child. She tried though; she would try to dress up her baby every now and then. There was one incident when she had run the nappy pin through his skin, ouch! There were lots of other ladies (‘goma’s) at the palace who happily took charge in taking care of the young prince.

She loved her tutorial sessions, she soon learnt to read & write Dhivehi. She could understand and reply a little when spoken to in English, but reading was tough for her. Her favorite tutorial session of all was Dhivehi Poetry. It’s not just the subject, but the tutor too. Yes, she fell in love with her poetry tutor, who loved her back dearly. But she was married, though to an old man, he was her husband. You can’t really blame her for wandering away. But what she did was wrong. It was worse because she was the wife of the Sultan. They met in secrecy, went to the woods where no one went, had romantic moments that she’s so fond of. It wasn’t long before their secret was out in the open. She wanted to run off with her lover, but was it really her wish that mattered? No, for bringing disgrace to the Sultan, the unfortunate tutor had to take all the responsibility. He was banished to an island. While on the Dhoni, before it set sail, he wrote a poem which is now a well-known song, of which the following are some of the verses I know.

Mihiriyye haalakee ulhey, Kihineiy tha dhen hadhaanee

Jehifa mivaa gilan magey, Keehbaa va ey kuraanee…

Mee haadha loabi loaiybekey, Beevehjeyey athun magey,
Aharenge loabi dhekilumah, Mahusharu bimah he dhaanee

These articles are about my grandmother. The child she bore to the Sultan is my uncle. Grandma later married my grandfather and had my mom. She may have had a tough start at life, but believe me she’s one lucky lady, she has lots of grandchildren who love her a lot and lives a comfortable life. She told me these tales some time back when she her memory was good. She is now very old, like in her early 80s. Physically very fit for someone her age, but hardly remembers our names, or even hers. But you would be so surprised to know that she still sings that song in tune and the verse she always sings is the last of that I’ve scribbled there. I guess true love never dies!

bob with drums…

that’s Bob at the carinval stage last weekend, reaching out for the drums…. 

~thnx afey for the photo~

fate…

This is the continuation of ‘destiny’… but not all of it!

She was taken to her new home, the palace, as she is now the Sultana. True to his word, he was kind to her. Gave her gifts, treated her with respect and love like no one else could. But she was just a young girl, but an obedient one at that. The Sultan wanted his new ‘wife’ to be literate. So he appointed tutors to teach her English, Dhivehi poetry & Arabic. Her family gained the benefits of her being ‘royal’ now. This is all at a high price. Their child was no more a child, she was a wife.

Days passed, a couple of months after her father was sent away, Azeeza’s mother was called into office. She was told that as her husband was infected with the contagious plague, and she had nursed him for some time before he was sent into exile, she was also ordered to move into isolation. It was but little consolation to know that a married couple could share a hut. But see no others. Azeeza was so hurt again. Although she was the Sultana it didn’t give her or her husband the power to change the decisions made from the office.
A couple of years later, she was pregnant. The Sultana had the heir in her belly. She was given all the luxuries. But she was lonely and unhappy. She had friends within the palace, but no one understood her pain and remorse, her loss, her loneliness. She gave birth to a healthy little baby boy. Though she had maids at every toe, she missed her mother so much. She pleaded from her husband to visit them just once. To let them hold her baby. He gave it lots of consideration, and finally decided that he would let her visit them. But he had very strict rules. She was allowed to visit them, but she had to stay in the little ‘bokkura’ at the lagoon, while her parents stood on the beach. They spoke; she removed her baby from the cloth and lifted him up so they could see him. Imagine…. That was the last she saw of her parents.

Destiny…

This is a story that took place a long time back. Might be hard to believe, but its true… this is just a part of the full story, which I will continue in another post! Hope you like reading…

It was those days when leprosy was discovered in Male’ all those infected were taken to Hulhule’ and left there in isolation as it was believed to be a highly contagious disease. Medical explanation wasn’t required; it was just confirmed by people who ‘knew’ the disease.
Azeeza’s father was confirmed as infected by this deadly disease. Her mother was devastated as her husband was taken away. He pleaded from his elder son (assumed to be 16 yrs old) to take care of his siblings and mother. He held his head high, bid his family farewell and before they knew it, he was gone…
The sun to a new day rose, opening her eyes, Azeeza recalled the events of the day before. She was just 13 years old, but looked more mature. She was a pretty little girl blossoming into a beautiful woman. She wasn’t fair, had medium to dark complexion, curly locks, taller than most girls her age and her features were so perfect. She tried to close her eyes as the pain in her head from crying all night returned to haunt her. But her mother, now up and getting on with life called her to do her share of the chores. Azeeza wouldn’t let her mother down. She was an obedient daughter and sister. She started her routine chores. Before the sun’s rays strengthened as the morning would soon became noon, Azeeza went to the mosque by the palace, to fetch drinking water. She was admired by the sultan who was old enough to be her grandfather. He never approached or spoke to her, but she felt him look at her as she walked by with the ‘bandiya’ on her head everyday.
Days passed, things were getting tougher. Azeeza’s brother was trying hard to support the family, but he was just a kid too, it just wasn’t enough. After several months of living a hard life, to the delight of his brother and mother, the sultan asked for Azeeza’s hand in marriage. It was tough for them to decide, as she was still just their baby. But for her own good, and for the benefit that her family would receive, they decided to give away their daughter, their sister to the sultan in marriage. As he promised to take care of her and give her the best treatment a woman could receive. Soon the marriage took place. Little Azeeza was still a pretty little girl who hasn’t even reached her puberty but was married off to a man who was old enough to be her grandfather, for financial security.