The Story Of Leftovers

This is the story of leftovers in my house. I am sure that this a very big problem in every house. It is a major one in our house. And my dear mommy is always finding new ways to recycle or get rid of leftovers and not waste them. Because well, we cannot eat the same thing twice. Or eat a three day old curry.

Once my mom took out all the leftovers from the fridge and made them into some kind of rice. Honestly, it tasted very, very bad. And I am not kidding. But obviously we could not say that to our mom. So we all ate it with big plastic smiles on our faces and said that it is delicious, etc. But that is just us being nice. When it came to my six year old brother Moawiz, firstly he refused to eat it. But when he was forced to take a bite, he said, "eww, this tastes like shit". And well, my mom was not pleased.

So now, my mom has found a new way of getting rid of leftovers. Last night, she invited all of my eldest brother Huzaifa's friends over for dinner. Because believe me, they are always hungry and they eat absolutely everything. So the menu was, "Paaye" (its a famous Lahori dish made with goats legs), "Magaz" (this is goats brain), "Karaylay Qeema" (Bitter gourds and minced meat), "Baingan Ka bhurta" (brinjals), "Seekh Kebab" and some sort of curry. They ate everything and the loved it. Funny thing is that they new they were eating leftovers. So this the new strategy being applied in my house for getting rid of leftovers.

So my sincere thanks to all the boys who ate that food because otherwise I would have to eat them. Thank you !

P.S. Just so you all know, the food was just one day old and was absolutely in no way poisonous. And we do not serve leftovers to our guests.

...SAP...

Forgive And Forget. Part 1. What To Do?

You get hurt. You hurt so badly that you do not know what to do. It is like you lose your consiousness.People forget all the years that you have spent together. All the times you offered your shoulder for the tears and made jokes to make them laugh. All the times you were there for them and all the times you stood by their sides. The surprize birthday party you threw for a friend, the pendent you had custom made for her, the money you loned them and never asked back. The moment you left your meeting to make sure you do not miss her first steps, ditch school so you could go retail therapy shopping, cancel plans to stay at home with a box of chocolates and tissues and your shoulder for her to cry on. Everything is forgotten.

You think about getting back at them. At doing what they did to you. But thing is that sometimes you simply do not have the courage to do it. You do not have the strength to see them go through what you did. To be responsible for it. So you do the best you were born to. And that is forgive. You forgive graciously and pretend that everything is fine. But you know its not. Its not fine and it never will be. Your wound will always be raw. It will always hurt to remember all the memories. And at times you will never want to travel down the memory lane.

You want to get past all this. So you forget. Or atleast try. You stop thinking about all those things that make you remember about them. You become oblivious. And for a period of time, you actually forget. But all that is still there deep down. Every step of the way you ask yourself, what to do? You do no want to be reminded of the pain and hurt that you went through. You do not want your wounds to bleed again. Enough blood has been shed. You ask yourself, how? How? Will it ever go away? Will it ever be okay? Will you ever be the same again?

...SAP...