Sunday, November 24, 2013


I’m a sucker for emotions (if that event makes sense) well yea, so I am. I am this extremely over emotional human being who appreciates the small stuff and kind gestures thus, this post is dedicated to everyone who subscribed to CC, takes time to comment on my posts and still come back to check out my blog.

I may start blogging again (more frequently) but I’m not making any promises because I would never forgive myself for breaking them.

So here, this is to all of you -


Thursday, November 21, 2013

Yes, I am a dreamer.

Someone once told me:

You dream to much,” she said sternly. “Your head is always high up here in the clouds.” She added while waving her hands aggressively emphasizing on the heights of my dreams.


Today, I am upset. Maybe a bit too upset that I don’t even want to talk about it, needless to say I’m not one for pouring her hear out. Its not my thing – I for some reason find it a waste of time.

Today I am upset because someone so close to me cross-examined “our dreams” the dreams we had built together from childhood. Yes agreed; Maybe I do dream too much but since when has that become such a misery? As far as I remember we were the 20 something year olds with a heart so daring and risky. We were (and If I should only speak about myself now) the ones who would go in gulf greetings (for those who don’t know it’s a store that sells greeting cards and other cute stuff) and pick up the most inspiring Disney ornaments that came out back in 2011.

Since when did all this change? And why hadn’t I realized?  Maybe I have become too determined this time around to really conquer my dreams.
I know with all this determination I have become over organized and maybe on top of things way more than I should be, but if I feel that’s working hard enough otherwise I will just slack off and in conclusion? 0% dream achieved.

I have forever been a dreamer, since childhood and anyone who knows me well enough would know this prominent characteristic of mine. It’s who I am. It’s my DNA. I can’t change it and I wont because there is no harm or shame in being a dreamer. My parents love me for it (even though when I briefly tell them my dreams they think I’m being cute and pat on my back and say (insha Allah) and/or support me through it and as far as I knew, you, were the one who always lead me thorough too and told me that all my hearts “just simple wishes” will come true – that’s why we always had this bond and dream together.

I pray today and everyday that if Allah wills our – or shall I say (my) now? Dreams come true. And even if they don’t I would still be happy because I know that I worked hard enough with 100% organization and 0% slacking. Allah is great so if I wont meet my dream here then I will meet my dream in Jannah (heaven) #oneday insha ALLAH.

I believe in possibilities so don’t be a part of the dream if you don’t want to be and if you DO, quit with the negativity.

Sincerely yours,
The unconditional forever dreamer 

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Paths on Pause.

        And there she was wondering what tomorrow had in store for her.

She did believe in miracles, but she also knew it was only normal for sometimes, only sometimes, for her heart to give up on hope.

She seemed to have countless dreams to conquer, but each one standing in her way like an obstacle undefeatable, nevertheless, she tried, hoped, and willed for one day, just one-fine-day, for at least one dream to come true.

Her ambition was where her contentment lived. Working on something she believed and watching thoughts turn themselves around and become glittering reality was a feeling indescribable. But there then came more important factors in life that may have put those paths on pause. And maybe that was just a wake up call?

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

To my one and only.


Nephew. I <3 you.="">

I love you with all my heart,

Till death do us part.

You are the sunshine on the darkest days,

You are the cause of bringing a smile to my face when my happiness is gone astray.

The warmest hug I’ve ever received, is from you my little one with tiny little teeth.


As soon as she stepped into her house the warmth of her nephew’s hug rapidly sent a smile to her face.

He tugged her dress and with his tiny fingers and pulled her signifying that he wanted her to walk with him to the boxes of toys where he went looking for a Minnie mouse.

3amo, were Minnie?” he asked her. She looked at him puzzled.

She was not sure why he was asking her where his toy was until a few minutes later, when his nanny secretly gave him a wrapped object, to later turn around and find her nephew walking towards her with a ‘Minnie and Mickey’ cuddly toy wrapped in crisp transparent cellophane and stark red silk ribbon.

3mo, this for you.” He handed the gift towards her. “3mo (Minnie) and 3abady (mickey)” he said with a smile.


Monday, May 20, 2013

A Bridal Shower she hosted.

A month of planning, 5 shopping trips and 3 checklists later KH’s (my sister/cousin) bridal shower commenced with full flare.

We celebrated K’s bridal shower on the 11th of May in pastels and florals, with lots of friends, glitter, cotton candy, balloons and smiles.

We wore dramatic floral headbands, creatively crafted by the fabulous @fashionistic_observer. (Who is also known as my partner in crime) and we sipped on chilled milk rose drinks that left the girls only craving for more!!

It’s always lovely to have to gather family and friends around for food and fun, that’s all I’m cooped up doing these days. What can I say I’m experimenting my fashionable skills everywhere:p

We love you K and wish you a life full of love, happiness, and health! mwah!

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Because true love is not seasonal.

  and that is what you are to me. 
 and forever you shall be. 
 resting in my heart. 
 piling up more to the already existing memories. 

 it's those mornings that we cherished, it was a trademark that    was set
 it was the 90's fabulous outing, it was just like ravishing red.

#youaremyforeverlove and forever you shall be

Excuse my exaggeration but this is the best coffee in town; well at least for me.  

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Last year this time.

We were in a different place running behind countless dreams and today here we are again in a different place running behind altered dreams.

Time changes everything. And I mean everything. Your looks, your habits, your character your visions, your thoughts and maybe many more other things.

They also say that time is a great healer; it heals the broken memories, and helps you discover that the change time bought was perhaps maybe a good one. For us, emotional beings, this is a something that is hard to get over; I.E: the change time brings.

Change (verb): definition? Easy to understand, however, the definition of change in action is sometimes very painful in an unjustifiable way thus, I shall let each of you reflect on your experiences and that should explain. . . The damage time has made.


Monday, February 18, 2013

Breakfasts she hosts

Every now and then .. On a Saturday morning we gather all dressed up for a homey heartwarming breakfast with the family.


The un-existed so called perfection.

People chase it, look for it, and try to achieve it but how can you run behind the non - achievable?

The life we live in graces good, beautiful, pretty but nothing's perfect.

Things that we create, lives that we make, stories that we tell, dreams that we wish are all in favor for perfection, but if you look closely nothing really is.

You will always find a crack in the house that was built with the best cement. An annoying habit in a beautiful person, a un - thought- of mistake in a perfectly planned event.

There will always be that evident (minus) in the most fabulous (plus) nevertheless we should still hope. Because that's what keeps us going. Because that drives the 'I will try again next time to not repeat that mistake' thought and this helps shape ourselves into growing to be better people in this toxic world.

For me, I would leave it as 'hoping for perfection' as I am an individual who has rested her worries and thoughts of tomorrow on hope and only that.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Fancy a Cloud 9 ?

"I fell off my pink cloud with a thud" - Elizabeth Taylor. 

When I read this quote I said to myself this is ME x 1000%. 

 Yes, because I am an over obsessing daydreamer. Hey, don't get me wrong here but a girl needs to daydream doesn't she

We all have different styles and reasons of daydreaming. For me it's sort of an escape from reality into a world filled with possibilities; and all you need to do to transport yourself there is the following:  

1. Pause  
2. Look at something  
---------------------------------> And off you go...resting on cloud 9 

Oh the fluffiness

I'm really bad though! Seriously. I can doze off for 5 minutes without realizing. 
I yell at myself (mentally of course) to get back on track and to quit this 'dream works' but the scripts and plots of stories my brain creates is so exciting, so perfect, so sought after that escaping perfection is hardly easy. (You would understand, wouldn't you?) 

I remember somebody once telling me "Go to sleep tonight and dream, dreaaaaam all you want, but once you are up and wide awake please come back to reality." Here I chuckled and replied positively, "But daydreaming is healthy, it helps you hope." 

 I can't alter my daydreams. Especially since sometimes it leads to creativity. 
But what I can afford to do is to dream because dreams have the potential to turn into sweet - stunning reality.