NIGHAT AUNTI

I Once Knew a Women nighat called her aunty....Sweet and Kind and silent listener too.. She was a home Manager nice and Sweet. She was special in her own way. One day she got dead in August 2008, but she had won the battle as she had fought.... I was very sad she had gone, but she had to do what he (GOD) had done ... It was all over the news through phone calls the next day, everyone in my family just wasn't the same way as whole family was very sad. Because she was Dead She devoted her life looking after her family (off course making others happy all the way )and for this she deserves more than a million hugs ...She always understood more than what she reflected . I liked her with all my heart. I knew she was a Gentlewoman from the Start.

i still feel it not real... and wish it wasn't this way...

i pray to Allah to give her all dues as i belive a lot she diserved then what she got in this world.

my prayers for you would go on..

though for sure there are other doing the same!

your silence

i am afraid of your silence b'coz of what it could mean, perhaps it means you are being boared or losing interest or making up our own mind without my guidance. i belive that as long as i keep you talking i can know what you are thinking.....

but silence can mean live and let live; the appreciation that i am i and you are you.. this silence is in affirmation that we are already togather.... as two people. Words can mean that i want to make you into a frind and silence can mean that i accept you already being one!

.........very rightly said by Hugh Prather.......