Wednesday, August 05, 2009

HoMeLaND...my hometown.....

MY HOMELAND........


6th Aug'2009.





Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuhu....




So i should begin with my tattered old line "its been a long time since i posted...." coz i'm mashAllah the Queen of Procrastination..mAy Allah save everyone from this deadly habit..




Now i'm Alhamdulillah back in my homeland...ah! the freedom ones feel in their homeland is amazing..no doubt i had more luxuries in the Gulf, more wider variety of delicious food items, AC's everywhere and every possible comfort u can think of...








And the moment we step on the Indian Airport u feel as if you have been thrown from the peak of a mountain..it was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo HOT when we came here..Allah!..it has been declared drought here this year...it was soo sticky and still its hot like anything! Its scorching hot...everywhere namaz-e-istisqa (salat for rain) is being prayed ..and yes it did rain last week...alhamdulillah.









ok..so back to where i was...as u step out of the airport there are poor people, a very haphazard traffic, hot, the AC of our taxi wasnt working etc etc...........BUT









The freedom u feel, the power u have..u are a citizen of this country..no one dare say any racist remark to you..no fear of being looked down upon by whites or arabs or any other person..we aren';t second citizen...all speaking the same language...All this is still not so much important but the thing that connects us or me to my homeland is my own people,my relatives my scores of cousins , aunts,uncles who live here..the happiness we all feel when we meet eachother, all sitting under one roof chatting away..elders scolding the lil ones...and everyone there to share your happiness and grief..the housemaids who come immediately when they listen of your arrival..the love showered upon by each and every related member...i cannot get all this on any corner of the earth that is a feeling of belonging..where i have my ancestral history..where there are people who show me the place where my grandfather planted a tree when he was a kid, a place where i played as a child and grew up with fond memories alhamdulillah..


The aromas of sweets on the road ,
different seasons like autumn, the downpour of monsoon,the scorching summers with mangoes in full swing, the biting winters with roasted peanuts sold on every roadside and the spring season with flowers in full bloom...its fun to live here.....












"A homeland (rel.
country of origin and native land) is the concept of the place (cultural geography) to which an ethnic group holds a long history and a deep cultural association with —the country in which a particular national identity began."
That was the most haphazard and distorted post i ever wrote....
Ma'salam
~Cool Muslimah~

8 comments:

Saafir said...

The donkey and cart almost made me cry on the thought of i was missing back home...right now i just drive this mechanical chariot to every place which is a drag

Masha'Allah i love the post

CooL MuslimaH said...


Assalamualaikum

oh no! i hope this post doesnt hurt the immigrants in west in any way?

inshAllah u wil soon go home...

the mechanical chariot is a necessity where you are...imagine u driving a donkey and cart in US..hahha..

jazakAllah khair....

BTW your blog isnt visible..what happened??

Saafir said...

deactivate my blog so that i could prep adequately for Ramadhan...

it would be awesome if we relied on the earlier forms of transportation in place of the carbon increasing contraptions of technology that we call '21st century transportation'

Saafir said...

ooops......

i left the letter 'd' in the word deactivated

Jazaka'Allah Khair for the post

CooL MuslimaH said...


mashAllah brother that's a vey noble idea...subhanAllah.

May Allah reward you and give us sinners the courage to do such amaal.

jazakAllah khair..

Sadiyah said...

great idea brother saafir,

"May Allah reward you and give us sinners the courage to do such amaal."

Ameen!

Aurangzeb said...

mujhay safar bohot pareshan-kun lagta hai... mai safar pe jaanay se pehlay ka'ee baar sochta houn... aur aksar to straight-away inkaar ker daita houn...

Jasmine said...

No place like home ;0)
My home is London England, I am Turkish, my religion Muslim blurgh! It must be nice for your home and your origin to be the same place mashAllah - that must feel great ;0) I am hapy you are happy! Peace and blessings Jasmine x