tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566568.post46121065334634897..comments2023-09-07T16:38:55.616+02:00Comments on Electric Spaghetti: Binte EidrisSaaleha Idrees Bamjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010890352357594397noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566568.post-54152148332160139432008-01-16T22:02:00.000+02:002008-01-16T22:02:00.000+02:00This was a good post to read. Thankyou for that Sa...This was a good post to read. Thankyou for that Saaleha. Makes me feel painful, tender and sweet all at the same time. Easily the best post I've read this year:)<BR/><BR/>I wish you all the happiness in this world and the hereafter.Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201712778390773051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566568.post-80839875376700754682008-01-11T09:52:00.000+02:002008-01-11T09:52:00.000+02:00I'm glad that you have some great memories of your...I'm glad that you have some great memories of your father.<BR/>The happy and painful memories make us who we are today. <BR/><BR/>A close friend of mine is getting married and her mother has passed away. I do understand the whole need for your parent at this time. You want to share everything with them...the trials, the little victory dances of getting something right when things are going wrong with the preps, etc. This is something we share with the ones we love.<BR/><BR/>This world is just there for a certain period of time....our forever is waiting for us elsewhere...<BR/><BR/>InshAllah, may your father reach Jannatul Firdous. Ameen.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566568.post-3620434447751658802008-01-09T22:41:00.000+02:002008-01-09T22:41:00.000+02:00daddys are the unsung heroes, who push to the limi...daddys are the unsung heroes, who push to the limits for us, in person and/or in spirit.. and i often wonder if one could truly understand them, whether they're physically standing right beside you or not..they're our blueprint..<BR/>their presence can most certainly be felt.. right there inside of you.. daddy is the blood that beats in a steady, ever-strenghtening rhythm through your heart.. and in every guided step along your journey. and mothers are the cool fragrant breeze that envelopes you as you amble onward.. :)<BR/><BR/>may the next chapter of your life be the heaven as promised in your beloved's name :PAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566568.post-65960083709247989412008-01-09T13:44:00.000+02:002008-01-09T13:44:00.000+02:00May Allah grant all our parents and grandparents H...May Allah grant all our parents and grandparents High stages in Jannat.<BR/>Sals , May Allah fill your dads kabr with Noor , peace and tranquility.All the best for your upcoming wedding.::: SPEEDY :::https://www.blogger.com/profile/04850397409184242592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566568.post-2319224452125120902008-01-07T17:39:00.000+02:002008-01-07T17:39:00.000+02:00i too have lost a parent, fortunately tho, i had m...i too have lost a parent, fortunately tho, i had many more years to spend with my lost loved one.....its a feeling of treasured memories, that are always spoilt byt the hurt, and the pain u can neva seem to forget seeing ur parent go through. those agonising pangs of death will forever be a memory at the forefront of our minds, but like someone commented here, its the little things, the happy moments, the joys, the elation, all of those good things that we can choose to rememebr them by, and thereby, know, in our hearts, that no parent ever thinks bad of their children, and sure, we have our arguments, and squabbles, but in the end, dont we all get along with our parents. Mayb cos i miss my late mum so much, i prob am displaying some charecteristics of naievity, but then again, we can choose our memories, cant we. All my life, more than 75% of it, all i saw was a woman steeped in pain, yet now, all i remember is a woman who instilled the importance of my religion in me, a woman who left me with sound values.......a woman who made me the man i am today! all i can say is, not knowing u froma bar of blue soap, i can still say, with the utmost of certainty....ur father would have been ever so proud of u in ways that u cannot even begin to imagine. <BR/><BR/>and on that note, for once, the chosen one speaks some sense......who knew i had it in me......i guess my late mum prob did :-)<BR/><BR/>Peace Out ur'll.....The Chosen One.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566568.post-55012918121787382972008-01-07T10:30:00.000+02:002008-01-07T10:30:00.000+02:00I guess some cannot empathise with an experience o...I guess some cannot empathise with an experience one doesn't possess. But I can try... There's no doubt we need to push ourselves to become better people, and our role models are our parents and we have of them much more than we care to admit.<BR/><BR/>I guess what I'm trying to say is that sometimes in order to understand our parents better we need to better understand ourselves.<BR/><BR/>but oh, the pain of what could have been... I guess we say this for all the things we've missed... the only comfort is tat this was God's plan, and it is not manifest for lack of any good reason. All of these experiences are our signs for us to learn and grow from those before us, so that we may become better and more able to fulfill our purpose.<BR/><BR/>Peace,<BR/><BR/>Muhammad.Muhammadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08583045828441649786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566568.post-83069541817855008432008-01-03T18:25:00.000+02:002008-01-03T18:25:00.000+02:00Saaleha, from what little i know of you from readi...Saaleha, from what little i know of you from reading your blog- i think your dad would be nothing but proud of you.<BR/>I cant even begin to imagine what it must feel like and it would be patronising to suggest i understand. I dont. Im very very close to my dad and just the thought of losing him scares me death. I cant imagine a world without him.<BR/><BR/>May Allah (swt) reunite you with you father someday in Jannatul Firdaus.<BR/><BR/>Good luck with the wedding plans- hope things are as mad for you as they are for me :-P its consoling! loolllZaherahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10666016353958203164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566568.post-22052008938091994952008-01-01T04:45:00.000+02:002008-01-01T04:45:00.000+02:00I know how u feel. I feel the same way. I'm gettin...I know how u feel. I feel the same way. I'm getting married soon and I wish i had my father around. I lost him when I was 12.<BR/><BR/>No matter what anyone says, no one can ever comfort a girl who has lost her father to a sickness. its the type of pain u have to go through and witness to understand. i know because after his death, and now, almost 8 years later, nothing anyone can say can ever make me feel even a bit better.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566568.post-51306472907142698842007-12-30T00:13:00.000+02:002007-12-30T00:13:00.000+02:00In some ways we never grow up and we feel stuck in...In some ways we never grow up and we feel stuck in that moment where we can say things changed. And no words would ever make things feel better or make those memories go down easier. <BR/><BR/>And I am sure daddy would be proud of you.My dartboardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13603583492413600085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566568.post-39822642123725206812007-12-29T00:25:00.000+02:002007-12-29T00:25:00.000+02:00Ive heard a speech in school by you on a similar t...Ive heard a speech in school by you on a similar topic..<BR/>One line to sum it all up..<BR/><BR/>Daddy would be proud of you..KiLLahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17408036592633682016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566568.post-18755333721185511002007-12-27T10:36:00.000+02:002007-12-27T10:36:00.000+02:00it's the little things sometimes that tell you lot...it's the little things sometimes that tell you lots more about a person than you'd expect.<BR/>know what you mean tho - i wish my dad was around when i got married...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com