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Articles with tag: mother

Love at Shara Zawia

Prashant Bhatt   Oct 5, 2008   interacts: 1

Muneer and Emily had gone to Tangiers to register their marriage, as many foreigners who marry in Libya do.
Emily does not like to talk about these things.

Happy Mother's Day

ammara ahmad   May 11, 2008   interacts: 15

Today, 11th May is Mother’s Day. It is almost absurdly romantic that a country like Pakistan would celebrate a day like to honor mothers!

The Psychology of Mothering

Khalid Sohail   Apr 13, 2008   interacts: 287

It is interesting that as our culture is changing and many women are reluctant to take on motherly duties, more men are becoming motherly and nurturing.

The Guava Woman’s Crèche

Lokhi Menon   Oct 25, 2007   interacts: 2


Remembering sweet-tartness, salivating,
People taste them with their eyes.
A matronly woman stoops and buys.

Catharsis

Ayesha Umar   Oct 9, 2007   interacts: 10

This house was her mother’s. This house was killing her slowly but surely. She could feel mother’s presence everywhere in every nook and corner of this house…

Young and Old

Lokhi Menon   Sep 22, 2007   interacts: 11

When I see her motionless, swollen hands with disfigured nails and twisted fingers, I remember that those same hands gently soothed me as a child when I had asthma attacks.

Mother Teresa’s Moment of Truth

Mohammad Gill   Sep 4, 2007   interacts: 98

Soon afterwards the doubts and skepticism, not about her missionary work but her faith, began to assail her mind and lasted until her death.

Sunshine, Smiles and Flowers

Raiya Hashmi   Jun 26, 2007   interacts: 4

A small rectangular album fell in my lap as I pulled out the dusty box resting in the innermost corner of my cupboard. This brown box labeled “Viking Dinner Set” contained possessions from my college days.

Do Corn Pops Really Determine the Future?

nazish nomani   Sep 7, 2005   interacts: 14

I am normal. My other half is not. To answer your next question, yes I do prefer a venti white chocolate mocha with no shot of raspberry over a tall white chocolate mocha with a shot of raspberry

So Long Farewell

sameena khan   Jul 29, 2005   interacts: 15

It was her mother’s funeral. The woman residing within her had cast a demonic, necromantic spell upon her. Like Mephistopheles having lost his soul, she, the daughter, sat frozen and immobile bereft of any sense of loss or grief – one insurmou

Monsoon arrives

Sucheta Potnis   Jul 8, 2004   interacts: 28

I suppose had I been anyone other than the beloved daughter of Babliseth, my husband would have left me long back. After all, there has to be someone to enjoy the enormous Caculo wealth. Under the beady eyes of my father though he had no hope of marrying

Malka Pukhraj

farazeh syed   May 9, 2004   interacts: 15

She was Durga in her fearless strength and ferocious courage as a woman, and Sarasvati in her fine sensibilities and aesthetics and her desire for learning

Mother

Temporal    May 9, 2004   interacts: 17

Soul of man developed gradually
Exemplary man rose from this soul
and put to rest death once again
nobody eulogises Death anymore


Naila

Rakaposh    May 8, 2004   interacts: 27

She looked the same as she did before at her funeral. That was my first Namaz e janaza. I looked at the crowd: 30 people maybe. Most of them didn’t know her well either. 800 at the wedding and 30 at the funeral.

Baby’s Room

Sucheta Potnis   Apr 15, 2004   interacts: 24

She got up then, and laughed out aloud, her laughter drowning out the baby’s cries. As the baby heard the alien sound of laughter from his mother’s familiar voice, his cries dwindled to a whimper.

Our Mother

storyteller    Apr 13, 2004   interacts: 19

And together we stand as one before our mother. Our mother, who at times didn’t give enough and at other times gave too much, until she ran out of herself.

Memory and other Poems

Fatima Husain   Mar 6, 2004   interacts: 26

My mother says
if women did not forget,
they would have just that one child.

I am the result of her forgetfulness.



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