Garlic Mayo Sauce Recipe

Serve with french fries or pasta and enjoy!!

Salt to taste

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Wish Granted-Amazing New Experiences

So, in my last post, I asked you for your suggestions at Need Suggestions Please (about shoes)! about whether or not to buy high boots. If you visit my previous post you’ll understand why I wanted suggestions. Thanks to the suggestion of milae, I was motivated to buy them. I ordered them online (my first online shopping experience) and they look awesome.

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So, Alhamdulillah I fulfilled my dream!

 

 

 

P.S: Mehwish you’re right. I have bought them but still don’t know how I am going to wear them!

Need Suggestions Please (about shoes)!

I wish to buy high boots but the issue is I don’t wear jeans at all. All my clothes have shalwars or trousers. And the length of the shirts are  till knees or below.

So, there is a sale that will last till 12 AM today. My budget is limited I want them as cheap as possible. But these shoes are knee high.

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How can I wear high boots on shalwar and palazzos????

Another option is to wait for offseason sale on ankle high boots.Please tell me what to do..

Running Away!

She entered her room hastily and closed the door. She couldn’t bear to listen to her parents’ conversation. Only because it conveyed her a message. The message that she was growing up. She couldn’t bear the mere thought of leaving her comfort zone. Her home. How could she go away from a brother who does nothing but love her? Who she loved so much. How could she go away from her sister with whom she shared every laugh, joke, and feeling? How could she get away from her mother who loved her above all else? A father who loved her no matter what. But this was essential. And was going to happen one way or another. It was going to happen someday. And she would have to accept it that day. you_can__t_run_forever_by_freespirit1224-d31dcb0.jpg

 

Sorry, but Not Sorry

“I am sorry,” she said as if to put period to our long argument. But the look in her eyes. I had never seen it before. For a girl as gentle and kind as her, she looked vicious. Her eyes were focused right at me. There was an awkward stillness in them. She kept her eyes on me, her head a bit slanted, her arms crossed, as I reached the door. “I mean it,” she said, “I shouldn’t have hurt you.” I turned around feeling a bit of guilt in her voice, but all I saw was a ferocious animal with stone eyes. I reached for the handle. I knew her sorry was nothing but a formality. She would attack me again, whenever she deems it necessary. But I left the room hoping time would make her realize her mistake. As time, itself, is a great teacher…

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Part of the Ordinary

I knew I had to clean all the tiny cob webs that had suddenly appeared on every wall in my house. So, I took my cob web cleaner in my hand and headed to complete my mission. As I was dusting and cleaning the walls and tube-lights, something caught my eye. For a moment I just stood there looking at it with wonder. Why hadn’t I noticed it before? My sister and I always complain about how our house is undecorated and how we require more frames to put on our walls. But in complaining about what we don’t have, we tend to forget what we do have. Everything around us that was once extraordinary eventually becomes part of the ordinary. What I was looking at was in-fact a beautiful frame hanging above my bedroom’s  door. Why was I astonished? Because I had forgotten that it ever existed. That is what happens to every extraordinary thing in our lives. Something new comes up becomes trendy and after a small amount of time becomes part of the ordinary. So, appreciate what you do have. 

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Sadness Beyond Reasons

Does it ever happen to you that you suddenly feel sad and lonely even if you are sitting in the middle of a crowd? You become distant from others? Your mind wanders and all you want to do is to look at something far away? Your voice suddenly lacks any emotions? You speak in a low tone, a lonely tone?

There are some days when I feel like it. Maybe that is why I love this picture so much. Maybe that is why I love autumn and lonely benches. Maybe that is why I want wind to breeze through me. Maybe that it why I love looking at the rain droplets running down my glass window.

But then I think. I look around me. Observe my life. Look at all the beautiful things God has blessed me with. Look at family, my uncles, my aunts, my friends. Look at those who love me, care about me, and can sacrifice everything for me. And suddenly realize that I have no legitimate reason to be unhappy. I shouldn’t be unhappy. I should be thankful to Allah for giving me whatever is best for me.